Welcome to another part in the Red Riding Hood story on yet another Sensual Sunday Story day. Not going to say to much other than to read on to see what I decided on whether or not to introduce a hunter.
Sensual Sunday: Red Riding Hood! Part Five.
My mind is spinning in all directions. “Stop teasing me Jess, I can’t take it anymore.” I try to lift up my knee between Jess her legs But al attempts are futile against her slender and agile body. Fending of with the shift of her leg across mine to stop me in my tracks and have my legs still spread.
“Wanting more Gwenny?” Her devious question has said it all. A single hand squeezes hard into the soft flesh of my breasts. Instant disorientation gripping hold f the rest as heaven descended upon me. Wet and frisky her tongue slithers across a hard nipple, sending pleasurable waves throughout my body. Uncontrollably my muscles contract my back in an arch enjoying the grating teeth.
Both my fingers dig into the flesh I can reach. No care in the world what I am holding the little hard spot do not concern me, just pulling and tightening my grip to make sure the feeling does not leave me. My nails grind across the warm skin when I feel her hand sneak in between our compressed bodies to the one place that is hoarding all the heat.
Her fingers are just as lithe around those wet satin lips. With great ease and limber she has them spread and tickling against my clit. Electric surges shock my body uncontrollably. A nipple pops form her tight mouth after a tug of war I lost with a thrilling scream. “What wet pussy you have, Gwenny?”
Her finger pushes in and starts to stir slow and with great control. My walls twitch from the touch, while I gasp for air. “It is for you to eat, I want you to eat me.”
The words alone grant me with a satisfying buzz, and cramp my muscle in anticipation of what is to happen next. Fingers that dropped to the bed grovel into the sheets with every sprightly touch and lick. Almost al of my senses go numb after her dying words, “That I have always wanted to hear.” I can only feel Jess by now going down on me. her hands firmly hold a grasp of my thighs, pushed aside to spread me enough for her to dig in.
It is getting to much of me and a spasm has me pt her head in a vice like grip in between my thighs. Holding her in place as she scoops the juice with her lively tongue. Her teeth sharp and hard grind against my clit as I push my self up to her. Not a single muscle is listening to me let alone having a mind that is able to control. Everything about me is consumed by pleasure and a single name. Jess.
“Jess,… JESS” the words come screaming from y cracking dried lips. my fingers left the bed and burrow in her red hair, to take an effort on grabbing hold of her head. The final seconds after that lost all consciousness and never been able to remember.
All I could remember from after this crazy night was the smile on Jess her wet face, laying on my belly with her eyes closes Sound asleep. I brush away the hair that is stuck on her face and smile back at her. I never dreamed this would happen to me. Never In my widest dreams would I have thought of Jess eating me. Feed her desires with my flesh.
Hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you think after a it is a man writing a scene between women. What would I know right. Some back next week when we start a new story.