Approach Anita

Still horny (and feeling somewhat frustrated) you consider your options again.

Mark and Gordon have just shot their loads up Melissa’s arse and are currently high-fiving each other and feeling very pleased with their efforts. Their cocks hang uselessly between their legs. They may be operational again in a short while and may even go on for some time. But the boys are spent for now and you don’t feel able to wait until they’ve ‘reloaded’.

You consider Martin. You admire the black man’s lean buttocks as they gently thrust his harden cock into Marcia’s pussy – a tight space it continues to share with her husband’s – on whose lap she is still sitting. Whilst some might consider it greedy to hog the only two men with working cocks, you don’t think Marcia would thank you for relieving her of one of them – particularly as she seems pretty close to the edge of orgasm now – and they may be pretty close themselves.

So, who remains?

Well, you have to confess that you’ve enjoyed your taste of girl-on-girl action this evening and your boss’s tongue has certainly left you wanting more. But, you’re not so sure that Melissa is quite ready to continue. She is basking in the afterglow of her arse-fucking and demurely accepts the drink that her husband has just poured for her.

Marcia is busy. Melanie is crashed out on the floor…

That leaves Anita. You observe the naked Indian girl, who is idly flicking the golden clit-ring that nestles in the folds of her vagina. You certainly know that she has no qualms about lesbian sex – the state that she has left Melanie in testifies to that. But, you can’t very well ask her to finish you off, without offering something in return. And since she was giving whilst fingering herself, you suspect that she might be as frustrated as you are.

You decide to make your move. Attempting to look as confident and seductive as you can, you make your way across to the naked teenager. She looks at your with mild interest. You meet her eyes, looking for an invitation or a refusal, but receive nothing other than an enigmatic smile. Figuring that a smile is better than a rejection, you sink to your knees before her, feeling the hem of your little black dress riding up your thighs as you do so.

Anita looks you in the face, whilst continuing to gently finger her snatch. That, you figure, must be an invitation. But how should you respond? You’re not sure what lesbian etiquette should be in this situation. Kiss her? Lick her hardened nipples? Or go straight for the itch that most needs attention?

You decide to do for Anita what Melissa began to do for you. You dip towards her pierced nether regions. As your head goes down, Anita’s hand moves up from her pussy allowing your tongue to take its place. Pausing only to brush your hair from your face, you begin to lap eagerly, flicking the shiny clit ring with your tongue as you do so. Anita lies back on the rug, thrusting her hungry pussy at your fulfilling tongue. A contented sigh tells you that you are obviously doing it right.

With your face thrust between the student’s exotic brown thighs, you continue to feast on her juicy flesh. You’re still feeling a trifle unfulfilled yourself, and even though your need has become sublimated to some extent by the novelty of licking out another woman and contributing to her pleasure, still your desire continues to grow and you hope that at some point Anita might consider returning the favour.

Not yet, though. Next you hear a low moaning and a gasping coming from the Indian, as she moans “Oh, John!” under her breath. You glance up, still licking, to note that her fingers are pulling on the rings that pierce her nipples, distorting and stretching her breasts in painful blissful agony.

You continue to lick the teenager out, determined to take her over the edge of orgasmic pleasure. As you kneel with your head between her legs, you are dimly aware of your own arse thrust in the air and the hem of your dress taut about your hips.

Clearly somebody else is aware of it too, as you feel a hand sensuously slide over the bare flesh on the back of your thighs. You feel a thrill, as somebody peels the hem of your dress up over your bare hips. Still pleasuring the Asian student, you tense as something penetrates your exposed regions.