Sunday, November 25, 2012

Barbara and Vikky pt3 SeXStoRY

n my mind's eye, the scene was as lurid and downright perverted as anything constructed by any artist or photographer: a confusion of golden curls, shoulders, thighs, tongues and pulsing cocks. The sound was a low, constant mesh of breathing and moaning, grunting and sighing: a languid, private monsoon, the air temperature to match, the afternoon world outside oblivious... I opened my eyes as Barbara ended our kiss to turn her attention back to Vikky who had gently pushed the older lady's cockshaft vertical and was languishing the front of her bald, dangling testicles with broad tonguestrokes, much to Barbara's delight, a low 'Ooooaaghh' rising from her throat as her prick throbbed in uneasy pleasure. I wondered if the sound was as much from an effort not to cum as from pure ecstasy-bordering-painful sensitivity. Vikky looked directly up at Barbara, obviously registering the delicate balance she had attained. Barbara, with effort, extracted Vikki from her dangling balls. 'Should you be ignoring our beau in this way, angel?' My cock seemed to become even more engorged than before. They were both looking at me: Vikki from her position on her knees on the floor, Barbara next to me, one foot on the arm of the chair. I sighed happily as Vikky murmured something that sounded like 'at last... MY cock' as she leaned over and in one movement guided my knob into her mouth, making sure my cockhead filled her cavity comfortably so that she could swish her svelte pink around it, knowing it would cause as much tingling pleasure to me as preceding a delicious salad with an excellent wine. Sure enough, after a minute or so of gently tongue-teasing, she pushed forward and, the expert she was, f***ed my cock end into the upper regions of her throat without the slightest hint of gagging. This was almost too much, the warmth so disgraceful, so complete around my veiny prick-shaft, her saliva welling up, f***ed out of her mouth and dripping down her cleavage, still encased in that overtly suggestive black satin dress. I was so absorbed in the advanced nature of Vikky's technique, wondering how many cocks she had practiced on, that when I turned to fondle one of Barbara's meaty tits, she had disappeared. I assumed she would be back soon, and so took advantage of the privacy I shared with my ex that I now urged my cock further into her epiglotal region, steadily moving my hips forward and backward, gently fucking her throat... 'Ahem. Have you two never heard of comfort? Come and lie down, Miss V. And please, get undressed at once!'Barbara looked quite astounding, almost as if she wanted to remind me who was involved with who, lest I forgot. Her blonde, Elizabethan curls were gathered on top of her head, cascading down her neck, curly tips just brushing her shoulders. Her flimsy peasant top and red stilletoes were the only remnants of clothing to remain however, lest one included her pink thong which was pulled aside to expose her massive hairless cock. Vikky looked up and me and allowed my cock to flop out of her mouth, the stood, and gently brushed my erection with delicate fingers, giving it a teasing wank. She leaned forward, extending her beautiful pink tongue for me which I sucked gently, then she turned and, for both the benefit of Barbara and myself, peeled off her dress. She was indeed spectacular. Her bust was a modest C, but her curves were undeniably potent, set off by her black high-riding thong, and a relatively newly-pierced belly. 'So what about here? Is this a good place to be banged?'

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