Slut Academy 2 (IC thread)

[lost_pirate]

Amara pushed her discarded clothes to a side, and moved back closer to them. The young man was indeed quite attractive, and while he didnt say anything to her in so many words, his eyes beckoned her.

As Christine leaned back, Amara leaned in, and planted a soft kiss on Ethan's lips, running her hands on his chest. She then leaned back and said "Okay then, Ethan. Lets see if you can take care of two girls at a time." With that, straddling his mouth while facing towards Christine, she brought her pussy closer to his mouth and said "Would you like to put your oral skills to use?"

At the same time, she reached across to softly squeeze Christine's breasts, smiling at her. Her friend was clearly enjoying every minute with Ethan, and Amara couldnt help thinking that it was nice Rob had always been as sharing as he was caring about his wife.

 

[Armphid]

As Christine leaned back, Ethan moaned at the sensual stress it put on his manhood. God, it so much feeling! As Amara positioned herself, her pussy in his face, he nodded, "Yes, M-miss Amara...ohhhh, oh, God..."

Her sex smelled strong and musky, but inviting and lush. He was nervous, enough so that the sensations of Christine expertly riding him were even dulled slightly. He'd never done this before, and he didn't want to disappoint the lovely Amara, or Christine.

Well, worrying wouldn't get it done. Ethan leaned up, kissing the lips of her sex. "Mmmm." He kissed up as far as he could go, then back down. The youth began to lick and run his tongue along the outer folds, dipping almost past a few times, but not yet to the interior.

 

[HookerBoots]

Giving a moan as Amara touched her breasts, Christine reached out to touch her friend's chest as well. She could tell that Ethan was little daunted at the prospect of eating Amara out while she was on his cock, but that was all right. He'd learn by doing; it wasn't really something you could teach anyway.

But judging from Amara's expression, he was doing well for a first timer. It seemed more and more like he was a natural, and Christine was pleased that her instincts had been right about his talents; hopefully, he'd be just as spot-on with the intelligence she'd been struggling with. Even if he wasn't, it was totally worth taking the time out of her day for this.

She began to move, rocking her hips back and forth, helping Amara rock as well. Christine leaned in to kiss the other woman, her fingers rubbing over her friend's generous breasts and down her sides. It still seemed unreal that not so long ago, Amara had been a timid virgin that would have happily seen her dead for the things she'd done. Thankfully, that was in the past; now, what mattered was . . . oooooh, the boy underneath them, that was what mattered now.