I shivered to my core as my pale naked gooseflesh rippled under Stacy’s tantalizing touch. She brought her hands up to my breasts again and wrapped her warm fingers around them. I had to keep talking.
“Stacy has her hands all over me now Michael. She is feeling all of my naked skin and rubbing my hard nipples. She’s my best friend Michael, and she’s feeling me up like only a lover can. Did I mention she ran her fingers right over my bare pussy? My pussy Michael. It’s out now, in the room for Stacy to see and apparently touch. She touched it and now I think it’s getting really wet down there. Do you want to feel it too? Oh wait, you can’t.”
I was being merciless here as Stacy was working over my nipples and drawing circles around my neck with her tongue.
“Are you hard Michael?” I asked, knowing full well that he was.
“As a rock,” he groaned, “I don’t know how much of this I can take.”
“Can you pull it out for me Michael?” I asked softly, demurely. “I want to know that you’re out like I am. Can you take your shorts off for me?”
“Okay Grace,” he said quietly, “I’ll do it.”
We heard some movement and then, “Okay.”
“Okay what Michael,” I prompted as Stacy pressed her soft pokey cushions into mine, reaching down to feel my bare ass.
“It’s out, Jesus Christ I can’t believe I’m doing this,” we heard him say.
“Oh Michael, I bet it’s beautiful,” I gushed, “You’re actually hard and it’s out in the open for me, that is so sexy babe.”
“You did it to me Grace,” he replied, and then, “What is Stacy doing now?”
“Well, she has been trying to melt me by kissing my neck, and it’s totally working. She has her hands on my bare ass right now and is rubbing me in between my pretty round cheeks back there. I think she wants me Michael. Should I let her have me?”
“God yes,” was all he replied.
Stacy pulled back and walked me to the sofa and pushed me back onto it, spreading my knees apart and climbing right in between them.
“Oh, she just pushed me onto the couch and now she is kneeling between my legs Michael. Her sexy breasts are staring right at me, and so is she,” I gazed at Stacy with a lusty leer. She ran her hands up to my neck, and then down over my slathered tits and almost all the way to my sensitive spot. She leaned forward and started sucking on a hard nipple and squeezing my other breast with her sensual fingers.
“Are you touching yourself Michael,” I asked, hoping he was. Okay, knowing he was.
“I am, I can’t help it,” he breathed at us.
“Oh god Michael, you are so bad. Are you really stroking your naked cock over there?” I asked again, stressing the words for Stacy’s sake, and she smiled in response looking up at me.
“I think Stacy likes the sound of that,” I continued, “I think we both like it Michael. Stroke that hard cock for us while Stacy licks her way . . . down . . . oh, wait . . . where are you going honey? Oh my god. Michael, I hope she’s not heading where I think she’s heading.”
She was definitely moving lower on my body and her soft kisses were making my pussy actually purr. I slunk lower on the sofa cushion and looked over the tips of my breasts into her eyes still on me, her mouth reaching the brief patch of private fur above my dripping honey pot.
“Oh no, Stacy, why are you doing that? You don’t want to actually taste me down there do you . . . oh . . . oh fuck . . . oh yes, I guess, you do . . . oh that’s fucking good!”
My body released a bucket of sweat and adrenaline as her mouth covered my hood and her tongue gently drew a little circle around the outer lips of my completely aroused pussy. I started breathing heavier, and I could tell our audience was on the edge of his seat, cock throbbing in his hand.
“Oooh yes. She’s licking my sweet pussy Michael. She’s doing it. What do you think about that,” I asked, wanting him to take over for a minute so I could enjoy myself.
“That is the sexiest thing I have ever heard Grace, oh my god,” he spoke, and his low voice filled our bodies with his vocal arousal. “I am getting so turned on by this, you are so incredible!”
“Thanks Michael . . . oh . . . oh god . . . that’s so good. Oh yeah honey, lick my pussy baby. Push your fingers in there for me, OH GOD! Fill me up . . . fuck I’m so wet. That’s it baby . . . right there. Oh fuck. Fuck that pussy. OH god, she’s fucking me Mike. She’s sucking my clit and filling my pussy with her . . . oh shit . . . uh, uh, uh . . . fingers . . . ooooh yeah, that’s it, oh oh oh oh god!”
I was whimpering now and started shaking as the reality of it all hit me like a bullet train into the side of my naked body. My best friend was sluicing her wet fingers in and out of me while the man of my sexy dreams listens in over the phone, his heavy breathing echoing through the room.
I knew this would be quick. I had been building up all day, and the wave of ecstasy that devoured my body in and spit me out was so intense that I felt bad for Michael’s poor ear drum as I exploded, “AAAAAHHHHH FUCK!!!! Ooohhh, oooohh, oooohhh, OOOOOOHHHH, OOOOHHH, OOOOOHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!! GOD YES STACY FUCK ME!!! OH FUCK . . . OH! . . . FUCK! . . . NNNNHHHHHHH . . . ”
I shuddered hard, and poor Stacy hung on tight as I tried to shake her off like a bronco. She clamped her lips against my clit and wildly flicked her tongue against it, pushing her fingers all the way inside me. I grabbed her head tight between my legs and held on to her hair as my body convulsed in a wild and brutal orgasm, and it totally shook the entire fucking room . . . or at least it seemed like it . . .