Priming her pussy

“Take your pants off, baby, and let me see you,” I tell Emma. She slides off my lap and without really thinking, undoes them and bends over to take them off, giving me a spectacular view of her full, round ass. I reach out to caress it with both hands, and she freezes; I squeeze gently, and she squeaks. “You have a really sexy ass, baby,” I say.

Emma starts moving again, tentatively, pushing back a little at my hands for balance as she pulls her legs out of her pants. Her ass is big, but it’s tight; I can feel her muscles flexing under my touch. “Really?” she asks in a small, uncertain voice. “It’s not—it’s not like—”

“If you’re going to say it’s not like Makayla’s,” I interrupt gently, “you’re right.” I look over at Makayla, who’s continuing to frig herself slowly and has now started rubbing a tit through her shirt. Her fair skin is already flushed, but the flush deepens as I continue, “And you’re right that her tight little runner’s ass is insanely sexy. But so is yours.” Emma twitches in surprise as she straightens up.

“Stay right there and take your panties off, sexy girl,” I tell her. She does, and though she’s not trying to create an effect, she can’t help shimmying her hips and shaking her ass. I squeeze her cheeks again, making her moan softly. “You’re not tight-little-hardbody sexy like Makayla is, or my old friend Alyssa. You’re curvy-jiggly-stop-traffic sexy like—well, I don’t know who you would recognize on campus, but think Kate Upton. It’s a different type, is all, and every guy is different in what he likes. I set Makayla up with Dave because I knew she was absolutely his type, and he was addicted to her in no time.” Makayla’s blush deepens further, and her fingers speed up. “A lot of guys would agree. To a lot of others, you are their dream girl. All you need to do is believe that and have the confidence in yourself to feel sexy, and you’ll be their perfect sex goddess.

“Now, Emma, turn around and help me pull my jeans off.” I unbuckle them and open the fly, then raise my hips off the cushions. Uncertainly, she bends forward to grab my waistband, hanging her heavy curves in my face. I move my head between them, feeling their soft weight against my cheeks, then start planting light kisses and licks all over her soft skin. Emma moans and freezes in place; I suck on her titflesh for a moment, then say, “Keep going, sexy girl. Take them off.” She does, and I manage to keep from moaning in disappointment when her movements pull her fat, springy boobs out of reach of my lips.

“See, baby, you’re not done learning to enjoy your tits yet,” I say lustfully. “Get up on your knees and straddle me.” Emma complies, putting her globes back in my face where I want them, with their stiff, eager points right at mouth level. I capture one in each hand, kneading her supple titflesh, and dive in with my mouth. She moans and mewls and gasps and wriggles, her hands twitching and shifting on my shoulders, as I kiss all over her abundant breasts, tasting her satiny skin and pressing my lips into her firm softness.

I avoid her nipples for a while before giving in to their seductive allure and sucking one as deep as I can into my mouth. Emma gasps and shudders against me, then gasps again when I give her other nipple a soft pinch. Now that my mouth is full of sweet tit, I let my hand make its way down her body to her thick bush. I run my fingers through it for a few moments while I focus on the nipple in my mouth; I pull my head back until I have just the nipple and areola, curling my tongue around it and caressing her skin with my lips. She cups a hand around the back of my head and pulls me into her chest, so I start suckling her titbud, not too fast but strongly. I begin rolling the other one against my thumb and reach into her slit, palming her pubic mound and rubbing gently. She moans, then lets off several soft, sweet cries.

Unsurprisingly, Emma’s twat is flooded with her girl-honey. I find her inner lips protruding a little and tease their edges before slipping three fingers around them, the middle one sliding between while my pointer and ring fingers squeeze them lightly. I stroke their length and let my fingertips curl up into her shallow cleft, then reach a little further to tease the rim of her dripping fuckhole. She lets out a strangled gasp and arches her spine, pulling her head back and pushing her proud tits into my face. I suckle faster and harder and slide my hand further into her quim, driving my finger deeper into her tunnel. There isn’t much of a hymen there, but she’s tight enough that any obstacle is meaningful. I push past it and find the low ridges of her G-spot. With my thumb, I find her clit, which feels like it’s about the size of a pencil eraser; I roll my thumb around it and rub her G-spot, pressing into it to maximize friction, and I feel her erupt in the palm of my hand. Emma shrieks and her body shakes as the first big orgasm of her life explodes through her. I keep rubbing and suckling her as she cums, while she hangs on to me for dear life.

After a few moments, a higher-pitched cry tells me Makayla is cumming too. That makes me smile. The girl who was once afraid to look at me just fucked herself to orgasm watching me do the same to her friend. I’d call that a win.