When I entered her room, Brittney was lying on her back, nude. I mentioned earlier that she's the curviest of the four women. Her boobs sagged outward. She works out some, but not maniacally like Ashley, and she took dance lessons when she was younger, so she's fit, but padded. She's a bbw, or what they like to call thicc, maybe, but not obese. Below her little pot belly, her pubes were all shaved, so I could see her mound, and the rosy lips peeking out between her thighs.
Maybe she was turned on and ready from the blow jobs and talk, maybe she wasn't. I didn't take anything for granted. I thought about the sensory isolation cause by the blindfold as I approached her from the side. I bent down and poked my tongue out to lick her nipple, just the tip of my tongue to the tip of her nipple. She shivered a little. I gave several little licks. I switched to the other nipple. meanwhile I set my hand against her thigh. As I continued to lick and suckle at her nipples, switching between them, I slid my hand to caress her belly and then down to cup her mound. I slid my had loosely over it, angling to slid my fingers between her legs, gently over her labia. When I slid them out, I patted delicately on her mound. When I slid in between, I rolled my hand to add some side-to-side friction. What I didn't do, yet, was try to penetrate her. I actually used my fingers to squeeze the labia together.
Her breathing deepened. Her legs fell more open.
Taking that as an invitation, I shifted my mouth and hand. I was able to put my hand down between her legs. The area was moist, a sign of arousal. Still I continued to squeeze her labia together. I bent and placed my open mouth against the top of her lips. I flicked my tongue repeatedly across the spot.
The bud of her clitoris thickened and rose to meet my tongue. She uttered, "Oh! Damn that's good. Yes! Don't stop."
So I didn't. At least not until after she tensed and pushed her hips up against my mouth. Then I switched from the tongue flicks to sucking on the whole area while I swabbed at it with my whole tongue.
She bucked against me and flapped her legs, wordlessly moaning a stuttering series of uh, huh, huhs.
She pushed my head with one hand. I pulled away, recognizing the aggressive attention to her clit might be too much right after an orgasm.
I shifted myself, crawling onto the bed between her legs. I pushed her right leg outward with my right hand, using my left to draw her hand to pull up at the back of her thigh. Then I did the same with her other leg. She held herself butterflied before me. Her pussy spread with her legs, shining in the dim light. fluid gleamed on her inner thighs and the area between her pussy and asshole.
I dove in. Slurping eagerly, I licked from bottom to top. I touched her asshole with my tongue tip, collected her tangy juice up one side to the clit, then went back and did the same up the other side. Then I went right up the open center, leading with my nose so it penetrated her and rode across her clit.
She shivered and began to pump up at me again. I shortened my head movements so that my nose and tongue rubbed back and forth across her clit. She orgasmed again just before the ten minute bell rang.
After the break, I went into Heather's room. I was surprised to find her standing beside the bed. Her skin was pale, her hair dark, her breasts small and perky, her belly flat, her pussy darkly furred -- she didn't shave, only minimal trimming I would find -- her legs toned. After the door closed she said, "I just spent ten great minutes lying on my back, but I really like to sit on a man's face. Whoever you are, will you lie on the bed, and let me climb on?"
Well, that sounded good to me. And she was so charming and polite compared to the way Ashley had demanded a face ride in the recent past. I took her hand, so she could find me with her blindfold on, and laid back on the bed.
She straddled my chest, then still holding the one hand and taking the other, she scooted up toward my face.
I could feel the dampness of her pussy brushing its way along. My arms were force up over my head and pinned down as her knees went past my ears. I tilted my head forward to meet her wet pubic thatch. I got a few licks in on the top of her love button.
She slid forward some more, and the love button hit my nose. She planted her open pussy on my mouth and settled down on me, pressing my head back against the bed. With one hand she grabbed a fistful of my hair and began rolling my head against herself as she pumped her hips back and forth.
"I love to ride a man's face," she said. "It's so nasty. I'm using you to masturbate myself. Using you like a toy. How do you like it? Being my toy? Huh, uh, huh, yeah!"
I just rocked into her, pushing my tongue against whatever she pushed against it. Probing up into her love canal, and working on her clit.
But really she was riding my nose and upper lip.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know this is your chance to show me what you can do, and I'm taking it away. I'm usually nowhere near this aggressive. Maybe it's the margaritas." She laughed, then moaned and shook. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me up into her, grinding her way to an orgasm, wetting my face with her juices.
When she let go of my head, I let it rest on the bed, and just gently licked at her. I realized my arms were going to sleep pushed up over my head and with much of her weight pressing on them. I began to try to slide them downward, to free them.
She quickly realized what was going on. "Oh! Sorry." She rocked forward and rolled so that her weight moved from me, and I was able to free my arms. I slid myself down the bed until my legs hung off the end and my feet touched the floor, pulling her with me, so she could rest her elbows on the bed. If you know yoga, picture her in a child's pose with her pubic arch pressing against my nose.
Gently tonguing her clit, I ran my hands up and down the backs of her thighs, and over her ass. One hand now on her lower back, I brought the fingertips of the other down her wide open valley of love, the ass crack. I brushed my fingertips across her asshole, circling it. I slid the backs of my fingers over her open pussy, brought them to my lips, and wetted the two middle ones with spit. Pressing those two together, and spreading the others a little, I slid them back, finding the center and bottom of her love canal. Pushing toward her back, I slid them in. Then I curled them forward, pressing up and several inches in against the soft muscular interior front wall.
She moaned in pleasure.
I pressed rhythmically inside her. If her most sensitive flesh hadn't been there, my fingers would have slid into my own mouth.
I used my whole arm, pulling her against my mouth.
"That's it!" She gasped. "Oh, my god, yes!" Then she simply gasped wordlessly, a series of broken breaths. "Uh, huh, huh, Huuunh."
My fingers pushed and rolled inside her, my tongue slid over her clit, my face mashed into her pubic bone. I accelerated the rhythm of my fingers, and within a minute, she totally collapsed against me, as a gush of fluid sprayed out around my hand, splattering my neck and chest. The spasms continued for a short time, then she pressed herself off me, and fell to one side, curling into a fetal position.
The ten-minute bell sounded.
"Thank you so much," she said. "I don't know what the poor next guy is going to do. I might be ruined."
I left the room, wiping the tangy squirt with my hands and sucking on my fingers. I thought I might be ruined too, but a few minutes later, when I saw the light in Krystal's room go out, I went in, determined to give her as much mouth-pleasure as she had given me earlier.
She lay on her back, skin pale in the dim light. Her eyes were closed. The black- and red-dyed hair I noted earlier lay around her head and neck in an artful spray. She has a script tattoo on her ribcage. Her breasts, as I also noted, are big enough for tittyfucking, but just barely. The nipples stood erect and in dark contrast to her pale skin. They were pierced with small silvery hoops. A silvery ball adorned each hoop, and another shone at her belly button. She had her pubic hair trimmed to a narrow triangle and dyed red to match the red in her hair. Her legs were stretched straight out. There was a damp shine around her crotch and thigh tops.
She spoke, "My pussy is so sensitive right now. I don't think my clit can take any more licking for a little bit. I'm sorry."
She lay still, like Snow White in her glass casket.
I bent to kiss her lips, but I had another kiss in mind to bring her back to life. I touched and caressed her all over, running my hands up and down her rib cage, over her breasts, cupping each one, caressing the nipples and bending to suckle on each. I lightly massaged her: neck, shoulders, arms, pectoral muscles, thighs, calves. I held her feet in my hands. massaged them. I kissed her belly button, flicking the piercing with my tongue. I ran my hands and tongue over the red triangle of pubic hair.
Then I pulled back. Standing by the bed, I got one hand under her shoulder, and another under her hips. I lifted, and when she realized what I was up to, she rolled with it until she lay facedown.
I repeated the brief massage from head to toe.
She had tattoos on her back also, dragon wings on her shoulders, and something she'd once explained was the eye of Horus in the small of her back.
