Author's note: This is a personal fantasy. I make no apologies for the impossible stamina of the first-person narrator or the amount of sex over the course of one night in this story. :)
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"Not you!" In the frenzied, saucy urge to get Josie's pussy, I practically pushed Lena out of the way as she was getting up from the sofa. Instead of getting hurt or offended, she gave a half-chuckle and licked the remainder of my cum off her lips.
I pulled Josie into a sudden, feral French kiss, grinding my hard cock against her abdomen and flattening her tits against my own chest. I tasted my semen on her lips. Insistently, without breaking the kiss, I pushed my hand against her clit and pussy. She liked hard. We broke this kiss, panting hard. In that split second, I glimpsed Lena sitting back on the sofa, pushing her thigh over its arm, beginning to play with her shaven pussy.
I dropped to the floor onto a sheepskin rug we had on the other side of the sofa, lying on my back, looking up at her. "Pussy!" I ordered. Josie took two steps and did exactly what I wanted her to do: swaying her hips in a tantalising dance, she stood just above. Her pink juicy slit was just above me, with her tits being played with. In an excruciatingly slow motion, or so it seemed, she was slowly getting closer. Now, she started supporting herself against the armchair just behind my head.
Tantalisingly, she brushed her clit against my lips as my tongue tried to catch it, again and again. She clearly loved it, but there was only so long that I was willing to take this for. "Oh just stop the playing hard-to-get! You know what you want!" I said through half-gritted teeth.
With that, her pussy landed on my face. Not only take, it was with ferocity. Her hips were moving instantly in a swaying motion, already meeting the vibrations of tongue perfectly. She also grabbed my head, pushed it up to grind into her.
She was moaning loudly already, talking about me needing to slip that tongue inside her. Instinctively, I immediately obliged. Her insides were a delightful taste of sweet and savoury -- the scent was driving me crazy. With a loud slap, I grabbed her butt, yielding from her a loud squeak. She ground into me hard, her dripping wet pussy smearing her juices across my face, before raising her hips just slightly for me catch my breath.
I was now her sex slave. She was in control. Her smooth, bald, shaven pussy, that sex-scented centre, was giving me orders. "Stick your tongue out!" she commanded, quietly and firmly. I did so. She spread her own hole wide open. "And inside." And she slid onto my rolled up tongue.
Lena got up now, and came around to look at this spectacle. "Whoa," she murmured in appreciation, continuing to finger herself, now standing up. Not that I was aware of any of this, submitting to Josie entirely. All I knew was that I needed to keep on tasting her. The feeling of her insides clenching around my tongue, the drugging taste and scent... that was all that mattered now, really.
Josie was a vocal girl; she liked telling the world how she felt, and this was no different. Not only did she moan and groaned, louder and louder with every passing second, she was spurring me on with everything from the regular, "Oh yeah, baby, you know you want to" through "you want to eat that pussy, don't you?" to "you want to make a dirty whore of your little girl, do you?"