As they walked out of
the yoga studio Dylan invited Annabel and Carla to her house for a cup
of tea, and they readily accepted. As she drove Carla frequently reached
over and fondled Annabel’s breasts or crotch with her free hand; both
of them were in a highly excited state.
Inside, Dylan went into
the kitchen to make the tea. Both Carla and Annabel needed to pee; Carla
went first, and after leaving the bathroom she wandered around the
house for a minute, then found her way to the kitchen.
Dylan was bent over the
kitchen table studying some piece of mail that was sitting there. Her
ass looked deliciously plump and juicy in the tight yoga pants, and
Carla quietly crept up behind her. Wasting no time, Carla slid one hand
between Dylan’s legs and cupped her crotch.
Letting out a soft sigh,
Dylan sank down onto the table and opened her legs. Carla rubbed her
through the fabric of her pants for a minute, then took hold of the
waistband and pulled the pants down around her knees.
Dylan squirmed and
moaned as Carla’s hand slipped between her naked thighs. Annabel had by
now appeared in the doorway and stood watching as Carla penetrated Dylan
with her index finger. Dylan let out an involuntary “Mmmmf” sound and wriggled around a little
more, moving her hips to impale herself further.
Next Carla pulled
Dylan’s pants all the way off, letting them drop to the floor and
spreading the redhead’s legs wide. Dylan's pussy was a beautiful sight:
glistening wet and pink, fringed with red hair, gaping slightly open and
begging for attention. Unable to wait another second, Carla dropped to
her knees and ran her tongue all the way up the length of Dylan’s slit.
“Fuck,” said Dylan, and
repeated the word several more times as Carla aggressively tongue-fucked
her. Just then, though, Carla realized than Annabel was in the room.
Scooting over to one side, she gestured for Annabel to join her.
Annabel knelt down and
Carla kissed her hard on the mouth, sharing the taste of Dylan’s juice
with her. Annabel sucked Carla’s tongue like a good little lesbo slut.
Breaking the kiss, Carla
gripped the back of Annabel’s head and pointed it toward Dylan’s
crotch. Then she stood and walked around to the other side of the table.
Carla bent over to kiss Dylan upside-down, chewing on her pillowy lips
and reaching both hands out to squeeze her tits.
Straightening up again,
Carla stood for a bit watching Annabel lap at Dylan’s pussy. Her skills
had definitely improved; Dylan was writhing on the tabletop, face
contorted in pleasure. Carla pulled off her own top, then Dylan’s, and bent down again to suck Dylan’s nipples while smothering Dylan in her
cleavage.
This was a very pleasant
state of affairs but the itch between Carla’s legs was growing
unbearable. She stood up once more, popping her left breast out of
Dylan’s mouth, and reached down to push her pants down around calves.
Hastily shimmying the rest of the way out of them, she lifted herself up
onto the table and straddled Dylan’s head.
After that the only
sounds in the room were slurping noises and soft moans that gradually
built to a crescendo. Dylan came first, then Carla, then Dylan again,
and so on until they’d both finally had enough.
Stretching contentedly, Carla climbed down from
the table and walked over to the fridge. Inside there was a six-pack of
cold beer and though it was still kind of early in the day, she went
ahead and took one.
Annabel, meanwhile, sat
back from between Dylan’s legs and wiped her mouth with the back of her
hand, looking a little dazed. Dylan, recovering from several powerful
orgasms, sat up on one elbow and looked around the room blinking.
Carla’s magnificent naked body was silhouetted against the window facing
the back yard; above her head sunlight shone through the brown glass of
the beer bottle as she tipped it up. She took a long swig and let out a
satisfied “Ahhh.”
“Could you grab me one
of those?” asked Dylan. Carla nodded. Dylan then turned her head to look
down at Annabel, who was still kneeling there in her yoga clothes, as
if awaiting further instructions. Accepting the beer from Carla, Dylan stood up from the table and took Annabel by the hand. After helping her
to her feet, Dylan led Annabel to the living room.
There Dylan sat Annabel
down on a comfortable chair and kissed her. Annabel kissed back hard
with a mouth redolent of Dylan’s own juices.
Carla wandered into the
living room after them and sat down to watch as Dylan stripped off
Annabel’s top and bra. She squeezed Annabel’s plump breasts with both
hands, then leaned down to lick and suck them. Annabel moaned and leaned
back in the chair; she was ever so ready to get a little attention.
After giving Annabel’s boobs a thorough going-over, Dylan reached down to pull off her yoga
pants. When they were down around her knees Dylan was suddenly hit by
the powerful scent of Annabel’s arousal. It was so strong that it made
her swoon momentarily, holding on to Annabel’s leg for support.
Carla looked on with
amusement, sipping her beer, as Dylan recovered herself and slid
Annabel’s pants the rest of the way off. Annabel opened her legs to
reveal a shiny wet cunt and the look on her face, Carla thought, was
priceless — so abject, so needy. She was ready to beg if she needed to,
but she didn’t — Dylan wasted no time bending forward and getting to
work.
With her head down
between Annabel’s legs, Dylan’s ass was directly facing Carla. Just for
the heck of it, Carla walked over, sank down onto one knee, and laid a solid
open-handed smack on each of Dylan’s butt cheeks. Looking back over her
shoulder, Dylan grimaced, then smiled; then she took a swig of beer and
went back to eating Annabel’s pussy.
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