gypsywitch
sappy n' sassy
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This story is under construction and was co-written with imhotep. My plan is to create a multiple chapter audio story in the future.
I have no real interest in critiques. Hope you enjoy it.
~ French Doors~
Tasting herself on his lips was something to enjoy, but tasting someone else was something new. She could kiss him for hours, tasting every corner of his lips, mouth,
chin... However, it is late and they were all tired. Their guest pulled away with a sleepy smile. "Stay with us?" Kate offered. "The bed is plenty big"... Samara politely nodded "I'd like nothing more." One by one they went into the bathroom and brushed their teeth. Freshened up and exhausted they lay down. He was in the middle, his woman on his left, and their guest on his right. They snuggled up, kissing softly and chatting about this and that. Before long we are all sleeping with sweet smiles, dreaming of who will wake up whom in the morning.
The site that greeted Victor earlier that evening was second to none. Samara’s ass staring him in the face as Kate’s tongue licked all around from underneath. Samara was grinding down, trying to increase the feeling. He could see her head between Kate’s legs as she reciprocated. Victor just held still next to them and watched while they thought he was asleep and he slowly started stroking himself.
The anticipation is too strong and he just had to join in. He crawled up to position myself behind Kate and from there Samara moved and took over, placing the tip of his throbbing cock at the entrance, stroking it a few times. Just the head enters at first. Samara now alternates between licking his shaft and Kate’s clit from below. Samara lifts her head up for a quick moan before diving back between Kate’s legs. Samara wraps her hands around Vic’s body and places them on his ass, burying Victor inside of Kate with one thrust. Now it is was his turn to moan.
He feels a pair of lips sucking on his balls... fuck, it felt so good! He grabbed a hold of Kate’s hips and started to fuck hard. With every thrust he could feel Samara’s tongue caressing his shaft. The tempo increasing... he was getting close. The feeling was too intense and he exploded deep inside of Kate. His cock spasming as he shot load after load of cum. Samara sucked on Kate’s clit like there was no tomorrow. Finally, after what felt like the largest orgasm of his life… he slowly pulled his cock free of the tight, velvety grip of Kate's juicy sex. They moaned simultaneously as he withdrew. Moments later, Kate's moans reached a high pitch, and she thrust her hips against Samara’s face, as her talented tongue brought Kate to orgasm. Victor lay back on the bed, and Samara crawled off of Kate and towards him. Her chin and lips were slick with Kate's juices, and they reflected in the moonlight that filtered into the bedroom.
She moved between his legs, and settled down on her stomach. She lowered her head to his thigh, and soon began licking his flaccid cock clean of Kate's sweet, syrupy nectar. He ran his fingers through her hair as she licked. She had taken him into her warm mouth, and her silky tongue. Watching and feeling her was stirring him once again towards hardness.
In the meantime, Kate moved in next to him, pressing her warm, supple body next to his. Idly, she slid a hand across his chest, and began to play with his nipple. She too watched as Samara sucked Victor's cock. Soon, Samara's head was bobbing slowly up and down on his hardening shaft. Her eyes twinkled as she looked back at the reclining couple.
Victor turned his head, and took Kate into his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth, soon their tongues darted back and forth between them, and as she watched them, Samara slid a hand towards Kate's pussy, and began to slide her fingers over the well lubricated labia. Kate giggled into Vic’s mouth and pressed Samara’s hand with her own. Together they all learned more about how to please each other. Vic used his hand on Samara and she used her hand to guide him at the same time. Both women getting handwork made for such splendid odors and throaty noises. Kate realized that she was going to have to be equal with the three way love and that Victor was very aroused and deserved to plunge into Samara. Kate pulled away from Victor’s lips and began to kiss Samara instead.
Her finger nails trace trailed up Samara’s spine as her mouth captured her’s for a mind numbing kiss. Not rushed, but very passionate. Her tongue inching its way into Samara’s inviting mouth. Kate reached a hand up behind her head; hair tangled in her fingers and kissing her more deeply. Samara reached for Victor, lead him by the hips and set up his hardened cock to her bumpy clit. She used her hands to rub his cock all over her throbbing puss as both sets of her lips above and below began to swell.
~~The sun peeks gently through the cracks abound the window blinds...
and a gentle wind blows through the French doors, pushing them slightly open. My eyes flutter open, and I awake, but do not stir. The warm soft yielding bodies of two beautiful women are snuggled against mine. This is truly paradise, I think. I turn my head to my right, and then my left, considering. Our guest's head rests on my right shoulder, her hair is soft, and smells like flowers. Her breathing is slow and regular, and I watch as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her breasts are small, but pleasing and the nipples brown, and erect.
Turning to the left, my eyes look into your peaceful, sleeping face. The traces of a smile are in evidence. I bring my face to yours and kiss you gently on the lips. Tracing with my hand the swell of your hip. and then to your breast, and back down to your hip. I sigh, contented. Aroused by the flood of sensations, and thought of the previous evening, my previously flaccid shaft is now rigid and hard. I lie back in the pillow, and wait to see who awakens next....
You wash your body the way a man does, but see us through the shower door...
The lather of the soap is thick, and I rub it over my chest, and down between my legs, gently stoking my cock once, and then twice as I observe the both of you through the glass door of the shower. As I watch you and our guest embrace, and then share a
delicate, soft kiss, your hand pressed to the smooth flesh of her tanned back, and her arms wrapped around you. Your eyes meet mine and I try with that glance to convey all that I feel. Breaking the kiss, you smile brightly at me and then her. In reaction she turns, looking over her shoulder, and smiles a wide toothy grin with gleaming teeth, and then turns and follows you out of the bathroom. Rinsing myself, I shut off the water and step from the shower, grabbing a towel, and patting myself dry. Stepping to the sink, I comb my hair and brush my teeth. I listen to see if I can hear either of you stirring in the bedroom, but I hear only the breeze blowing through the windows, and the distant crash of ocean waves.
Finished, I step through the doorway and walk into the bedroom. Finding neither of you there, I begin to dress, pulling a white, cotton dress shirt from the wardrobe. Soon after I select a pair of khaki slacks, and slip those on. As I pull on my sandals and can hear two animated female voices in discussion down the hallway, in the kitchen. Looking at the floor of the bed room, I see our guest's denim sundress pooled on the floor, along with her shoes and a pair of lacey midnight blue panties. "I wonder what she's wearing?" I think to myself. Walking down the hall towards the kitchen, I say in a fairly loud voice, "So it looks to be a beautiful day, and we have the whole weekend before us, what should we do?"
As the narrator I can only remotely begin to explain what began to happen between these three real humans alone on that South Carolina island. Samara had invited the nature loving couple to stay in the large guest house. Kate thought Samara was more beautiful than when they were young together from the moment she arrived. Victor seemed to know her though they had only chatted on-line for a few weeks. Everyone had created private moments the day before which quickly sparked interest of sex play in all directions. Samara was a little shy when Kate had shared how she'd never been with a woman before, and that she new that Victor found her attractive. When Samara touched her hand and swore that she would never want to come between such a loving couple. Kate said that it must be the sweet air and gorgeous water that makes peace between all souls. They had no idea that Victor was watching through some palms as he sipped his iced tea. All through dinner and into the evening tension began to build. Victor pulled Samara aside by clearing the dishes and kept brushing against her in the kitchen. She
looked down a couple of times, but when she felt a swell building in his khakis, she looked him straight in the eyes. He wanted to kiss her very badly and she knew it. She leaned in and Kate popped through the kitchen door with the empty wine glasses. The silence was very loud at that moment. The mildly weary travelers bid Samara good night and walked to their room. Kate couldn't help but look back at Samara, who winked at her. Kate wiggled her tongue back at Samara which made them both grin. Victor and Kate went about their business and tried to read. They kissed goodnight and pretended to sleep.
In less than an hour Samara appeared in the moonlight outside the bedroom doors. She pushed it open further with a quiet squeak. Kate's eyes popped open and Samara put her finger to her lips for silence. Kate nodded and gently slid away from Victor, getting right to edge of the bed on her tummy. Samara lay down on the floor within reach and the two women stared at each other for a long time. Victor pretended to grumble grunt as he turned over, now facing Kate's backside with his eyes closed. Since he breathed deeply, the two women assumed he was asleep. Kate let her breast slide off the edge of the bed and it plopped close to Samara's face. The night began and seemed to last forever from that point on. There was nothing the three of them didn't try with one and another. Two on one, one on two, one on one, around and around until they slept like they never had before.
Victor entered the kitchen to see two nude women making tea. He loved how they seemed inseparable now and he knew they both wanted more.
"Well, it appears that I'm overdressed for this particular meal." Victor said smiling. The kitchen counter was set with three medium sized clear glass dishes, filled with fresh fruit. Kate and Samara laughed in response to his observation. "You could correct the situation; after all we wouldn’t want you to be left out after breakfast." Kate replied. She stepped from beside Samara, and pressed herself against him, her ample breasts crushing against his chest. She smelled clean, and fresh, her hair brush over his chin and nose. He embraced her, running his hands over the smooth warm skin of her back, and slid one of them down to her ass, cupping a round cheek in his hand. All the while Victor's eyes were intently focused on Samara's. She smiled seductively; bringing a hand to her mouth she began to suck the melon juice off of her fingers. His cock stirred in his trousers. Kate felt the phallus pressed and throbbing against her thigh, and reached down and gave his cock a playful squeeze. He moaned lowly, and closed his eyes. "I think I know what you'd like to do." Kate said as she threw her arms over his shoulders and embraced him. "Ok, I'm predictable. But really, can you blame me?" Victor replied as he watched Samara licked that last of the juice from her fingers. Kate kissed him hard on the lips; her pink tongue darted from her mouth and met his. He grew harder and more rigid in response. "Why am I dressed" he said looking into Kate's eyes.
Our guest sneaks a peek at the clock "I really need to go" she murmurs as I kiss her again. "I have to get ready for work"...with that she reluctantly climbs of the bed and heads in to the bathroom.
You cuddle up next to me and lightly stroke down my chest and abdomen. Teasing my nipples with your finger tips, running your nails across my soft skin, sending shivers through me.
Done in the bathroom, our guest re-emerges in the room and grabs for her clothes, dressing slowly. Obviously not wanting to leave, but unable to stay. "I had a great time last night" she blushes "so many new things."
"Please, stop in again sometime!" you tell her enthusiastically. Her eyes light up and she eagerly announces "I will! But for now I must go." She slides up on the bed, giving us both one last kiss, before heading to the door and showing herself out.
"Darling," I whisper against your ear "I think you need to shave". You look at me and smile, before leading me to the bathroom. Sitting in the chair, you wait patiently for me. Instead of shaving where you were expecting, I take the cream and smear your face. You are a bit surprised, but anxious to see what happens.
I set the cream on the counter, and grab the razor. Straddling your legs, I place my ass on your legs, resting inches from your stiffening cock. Carefully I shave you, enjoying the sense of power I have over you at this moment. Before I can rinse you off you pull me close and kiss me.
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I have no real interest in critiques. Hope you enjoy it.
~ French Doors~
Tasting herself on his lips was something to enjoy, but tasting someone else was something new. She could kiss him for hours, tasting every corner of his lips, mouth,
chin... However, it is late and they were all tired. Their guest pulled away with a sleepy smile. "Stay with us?" Kate offered. "The bed is plenty big"... Samara politely nodded "I'd like nothing more." One by one they went into the bathroom and brushed their teeth. Freshened up and exhausted they lay down. He was in the middle, his woman on his left, and their guest on his right. They snuggled up, kissing softly and chatting about this and that. Before long we are all sleeping with sweet smiles, dreaming of who will wake up whom in the morning.
The site that greeted Victor earlier that evening was second to none. Samara’s ass staring him in the face as Kate’s tongue licked all around from underneath. Samara was grinding down, trying to increase the feeling. He could see her head between Kate’s legs as she reciprocated. Victor just held still next to them and watched while they thought he was asleep and he slowly started stroking himself.
The anticipation is too strong and he just had to join in. He crawled up to position myself behind Kate and from there Samara moved and took over, placing the tip of his throbbing cock at the entrance, stroking it a few times. Just the head enters at first. Samara now alternates between licking his shaft and Kate’s clit from below. Samara lifts her head up for a quick moan before diving back between Kate’s legs. Samara wraps her hands around Vic’s body and places them on his ass, burying Victor inside of Kate with one thrust. Now it is was his turn to moan.
He feels a pair of lips sucking on his balls... fuck, it felt so good! He grabbed a hold of Kate’s hips and started to fuck hard. With every thrust he could feel Samara’s tongue caressing his shaft. The tempo increasing... he was getting close. The feeling was too intense and he exploded deep inside of Kate. His cock spasming as he shot load after load of cum. Samara sucked on Kate’s clit like there was no tomorrow. Finally, after what felt like the largest orgasm of his life… he slowly pulled his cock free of the tight, velvety grip of Kate's juicy sex. They moaned simultaneously as he withdrew. Moments later, Kate's moans reached a high pitch, and she thrust her hips against Samara’s face, as her talented tongue brought Kate to orgasm. Victor lay back on the bed, and Samara crawled off of Kate and towards him. Her chin and lips were slick with Kate's juices, and they reflected in the moonlight that filtered into the bedroom.
She moved between his legs, and settled down on her stomach. She lowered her head to his thigh, and soon began licking his flaccid cock clean of Kate's sweet, syrupy nectar. He ran his fingers through her hair as she licked. She had taken him into her warm mouth, and her silky tongue. Watching and feeling her was stirring him once again towards hardness.
In the meantime, Kate moved in next to him, pressing her warm, supple body next to his. Idly, she slid a hand across his chest, and began to play with his nipple. She too watched as Samara sucked Victor's cock. Soon, Samara's head was bobbing slowly up and down on his hardening shaft. Her eyes twinkled as she looked back at the reclining couple.
Victor turned his head, and took Kate into his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth, soon their tongues darted back and forth between them, and as she watched them, Samara slid a hand towards Kate's pussy, and began to slide her fingers over the well lubricated labia. Kate giggled into Vic’s mouth and pressed Samara’s hand with her own. Together they all learned more about how to please each other. Vic used his hand on Samara and she used her hand to guide him at the same time. Both women getting handwork made for such splendid odors and throaty noises. Kate realized that she was going to have to be equal with the three way love and that Victor was very aroused and deserved to plunge into Samara. Kate pulled away from Victor’s lips and began to kiss Samara instead.
Her finger nails trace trailed up Samara’s spine as her mouth captured her’s for a mind numbing kiss. Not rushed, but very passionate. Her tongue inching its way into Samara’s inviting mouth. Kate reached a hand up behind her head; hair tangled in her fingers and kissing her more deeply. Samara reached for Victor, lead him by the hips and set up his hardened cock to her bumpy clit. She used her hands to rub his cock all over her throbbing puss as both sets of her lips above and below began to swell.
~~The sun peeks gently through the cracks abound the window blinds...
and a gentle wind blows through the French doors, pushing them slightly open. My eyes flutter open, and I awake, but do not stir. The warm soft yielding bodies of two beautiful women are snuggled against mine. This is truly paradise, I think. I turn my head to my right, and then my left, considering. Our guest's head rests on my right shoulder, her hair is soft, and smells like flowers. Her breathing is slow and regular, and I watch as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her breasts are small, but pleasing and the nipples brown, and erect.
Turning to the left, my eyes look into your peaceful, sleeping face. The traces of a smile are in evidence. I bring my face to yours and kiss you gently on the lips. Tracing with my hand the swell of your hip. and then to your breast, and back down to your hip. I sigh, contented. Aroused by the flood of sensations, and thought of the previous evening, my previously flaccid shaft is now rigid and hard. I lie back in the pillow, and wait to see who awakens next....
You wash your body the way a man does, but see us through the shower door...
The lather of the soap is thick, and I rub it over my chest, and down between my legs, gently stoking my cock once, and then twice as I observe the both of you through the glass door of the shower. As I watch you and our guest embrace, and then share a
delicate, soft kiss, your hand pressed to the smooth flesh of her tanned back, and her arms wrapped around you. Your eyes meet mine and I try with that glance to convey all that I feel. Breaking the kiss, you smile brightly at me and then her. In reaction she turns, looking over her shoulder, and smiles a wide toothy grin with gleaming teeth, and then turns and follows you out of the bathroom. Rinsing myself, I shut off the water and step from the shower, grabbing a towel, and patting myself dry. Stepping to the sink, I comb my hair and brush my teeth. I listen to see if I can hear either of you stirring in the bedroom, but I hear only the breeze blowing through the windows, and the distant crash of ocean waves.
Finished, I step through the doorway and walk into the bedroom. Finding neither of you there, I begin to dress, pulling a white, cotton dress shirt from the wardrobe. Soon after I select a pair of khaki slacks, and slip those on. As I pull on my sandals and can hear two animated female voices in discussion down the hallway, in the kitchen. Looking at the floor of the bed room, I see our guest's denim sundress pooled on the floor, along with her shoes and a pair of lacey midnight blue panties. "I wonder what she's wearing?" I think to myself. Walking down the hall towards the kitchen, I say in a fairly loud voice, "So it looks to be a beautiful day, and we have the whole weekend before us, what should we do?"
As the narrator I can only remotely begin to explain what began to happen between these three real humans alone on that South Carolina island. Samara had invited the nature loving couple to stay in the large guest house. Kate thought Samara was more beautiful than when they were young together from the moment she arrived. Victor seemed to know her though they had only chatted on-line for a few weeks. Everyone had created private moments the day before which quickly sparked interest of sex play in all directions. Samara was a little shy when Kate had shared how she'd never been with a woman before, and that she new that Victor found her attractive. When Samara touched her hand and swore that she would never want to come between such a loving couple. Kate said that it must be the sweet air and gorgeous water that makes peace between all souls. They had no idea that Victor was watching through some palms as he sipped his iced tea. All through dinner and into the evening tension began to build. Victor pulled Samara aside by clearing the dishes and kept brushing against her in the kitchen. She
looked down a couple of times, but when she felt a swell building in his khakis, she looked him straight in the eyes. He wanted to kiss her very badly and she knew it. She leaned in and Kate popped through the kitchen door with the empty wine glasses. The silence was very loud at that moment. The mildly weary travelers bid Samara good night and walked to their room. Kate couldn't help but look back at Samara, who winked at her. Kate wiggled her tongue back at Samara which made them both grin. Victor and Kate went about their business and tried to read. They kissed goodnight and pretended to sleep.
In less than an hour Samara appeared in the moonlight outside the bedroom doors. She pushed it open further with a quiet squeak. Kate's eyes popped open and Samara put her finger to her lips for silence. Kate nodded and gently slid away from Victor, getting right to edge of the bed on her tummy. Samara lay down on the floor within reach and the two women stared at each other for a long time. Victor pretended to grumble grunt as he turned over, now facing Kate's backside with his eyes closed. Since he breathed deeply, the two women assumed he was asleep. Kate let her breast slide off the edge of the bed and it plopped close to Samara's face. The night began and seemed to last forever from that point on. There was nothing the three of them didn't try with one and another. Two on one, one on two, one on one, around and around until they slept like they never had before.
Victor entered the kitchen to see two nude women making tea. He loved how they seemed inseparable now and he knew they both wanted more.
"Well, it appears that I'm overdressed for this particular meal." Victor said smiling. The kitchen counter was set with three medium sized clear glass dishes, filled with fresh fruit. Kate and Samara laughed in response to his observation. "You could correct the situation; after all we wouldn’t want you to be left out after breakfast." Kate replied. She stepped from beside Samara, and pressed herself against him, her ample breasts crushing against his chest. She smelled clean, and fresh, her hair brush over his chin and nose. He embraced her, running his hands over the smooth warm skin of her back, and slid one of them down to her ass, cupping a round cheek in his hand. All the while Victor's eyes were intently focused on Samara's. She smiled seductively; bringing a hand to her mouth she began to suck the melon juice off of her fingers. His cock stirred in his trousers. Kate felt the phallus pressed and throbbing against her thigh, and reached down and gave his cock a playful squeeze. He moaned lowly, and closed his eyes. "I think I know what you'd like to do." Kate said as she threw her arms over his shoulders and embraced him. "Ok, I'm predictable. But really, can you blame me?" Victor replied as he watched Samara licked that last of the juice from her fingers. Kate kissed him hard on the lips; her pink tongue darted from her mouth and met his. He grew harder and more rigid in response. "Why am I dressed" he said looking into Kate's eyes.
Our guest sneaks a peek at the clock "I really need to go" she murmurs as I kiss her again. "I have to get ready for work"...with that she reluctantly climbs of the bed and heads in to the bathroom.
You cuddle up next to me and lightly stroke down my chest and abdomen. Teasing my nipples with your finger tips, running your nails across my soft skin, sending shivers through me.
Done in the bathroom, our guest re-emerges in the room and grabs for her clothes, dressing slowly. Obviously not wanting to leave, but unable to stay. "I had a great time last night" she blushes "so many new things."
"Please, stop in again sometime!" you tell her enthusiastically. Her eyes light up and she eagerly announces "I will! But for now I must go." She slides up on the bed, giving us both one last kiss, before heading to the door and showing herself out.
"Darling," I whisper against your ear "I think you need to shave". You look at me and smile, before leading me to the bathroom. Sitting in the chair, you wait patiently for me. Instead of shaving where you were expecting, I take the cream and smear your face. You are a bit surprised, but anxious to see what happens.
I set the cream on the counter, and grab the razor. Straddling your legs, I place my ass on your legs, resting inches from your stiffening cock. Carefully I shave you, enjoying the sense of power I have over you at this moment. Before I can rinse you off you pull me close and kiss me.
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