"Hello." Paula said when Anya opened the door.
"Paula." She said surprised. It had been a while since they had seen her.
He's out on errands." She told her, assuming Paula was there to see them both.
"That's okay." Paula said. "It's you I've come to see."
"Come to see me?" she asked inviting her in.
"Ever since that party and the day after, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind." Paula said.
It jolted Anya's memory. Of course, it was her Paula was eyeing up, not both of them.
"You know I'm already in a relationship don't you." She told Paula. Now was the time to make it clear.
"I know." Paula said, resigned to the fact. "I still had to see you regardless."
"Come and have a drink, it's good to see you." Anya said. They walked into the living room and Anya went to the bar to make them drinks. With one in each hand, she indicated for Paula to sit on the couch.
As Paula sat down on the couch, Anya got a glimpse of her white panties through the loose open leg of Paula's skimpy denim shorts. It reminded her of what lay beneath them. That perfectly shaved tight pussy. Tight enough for two fingers let alone a hard cock. Even though she wasn't interested in a relationship, she was still aroused by the sight of her panties and the memory of how the cunt beneath them felt on her tongue and how it smelled. Even watching it get fucked turned her on. Fuck, her pussy was tingling and she could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. Paula indicated for her to come closer. As she stood in front of her, a glass in each hand, Paula reached up and slid her hand up under her skirt and softly rubbed the front of her panties with the flat of her hand. The touch was electric and it sent a shiver through her. It was all she could do to stop spilling the drinks.
Aroused and starting to breathe hard, she parted her feet, opening up her thighs to Paula's hand. It slid between her legs, the fingers lightly caressing the thin strip of material covering her aroused pussy. Anya groaned with pleasure as the fingers pressed into the cleft of her cunt through the material. Getting up of the couch with her hand still between Anya's legs, Paula took the glasses from her hands one by one and put them on the coffee table. She pressed herself to Anya, their covered breasts and stomach touching. Their lips touched too and as they kissed, a very aroused Anya reached down and placed her hand on Paula's pressing it harder onto the panties covering her cunt.
"Let's go to bed." Paula whispered as they pecked at each other's lips. Taking hold of the hand between her parted thighs, Anya led her by it upstairs, leaving their drinks untouched.
In Anya's room they stood facing each other shedding their clothes, their eyes filled with desire. Naked, they once again pressed against each other, naked nipples touching, running their hands over each other's bodies. Breaking off their embrace Paula turned and pulled back the covers on the bed, climbing in, she held out her arms. Anya climbed into them and they kissed, her hand reaching down between Paula's parted thighs, her fingers eagerly exploring Paula's tiny wet slit. Fuck her cunt felt wonderful under her fingertips. Just as eager to taste it, she slid down Paula, kissing her hard nipples first and then kissing all the way down her stomach, over her mound and onto her waiting pussy. Paula's legs opened wide, opening her excited cunt up to Anya's eager mouth. She slid her tongue up the length of her parted slit, gently coaxing the inner lips apart, licking up all the sweet juices trapped between them. Hungrily, she licked into her flooded opening, lapping at the wetness flowing out of it. Paula moaned, her clit aching for Anya's tongue. Ever so slowly, Anya licked upwards towards her clit and then she was on it.
"Oh God." Paula cried out as the warm tongue between her legs lapped at her throbbing clit. "Fuck!" she groaned, wild with arousal as Anya's tongue lapped her closer and closer towards orgasm and almost came when she felt a finger slide inside her. Faster and faster Anya lapped at her clit, her finger working in and out of her saturated cunt. Her own excitement was growing with Paula's and she desperately wanted to fuck her and make her cum. Paula was crying out, pushing her cunt up, right on the verge of cumming. With a loud cry, her cunt jerked and she gushed as she came. Ramming her finger hard into Paula, Anya buried her face between her legs, desperate to taste her squirt.
"Fuck me!" Paula cried, lying with her legs wide open. Turning herself around, Anya scissored their legs and pressed their cunts together. Desperate to cum again, Paula rubbed her cunt against Anya's as hard and fast as she could.
"Oh fuck!" she wailed, her legs shaking hard as she came again cunt on cunt.
Overpoweringly aroused and desperate for Anya's cunt, Paula flung herself around on the bed, pushed Anya's legs apart and thrust two fingers hard inside her, at the same time pressing two fingers from her other hand onto her clit. Consumed with lust, she fucked and rubbed Anya's cunt hard and fast until Anya with a loud cry, lurched from her grasp, her whole body jerking uncontrollably in a massive hard orgasm. Fuck, their tender love making had suddenly boiled over into torrid hard cunt fucking. She couldn't believe how much they aroused each other. She watched Anya as she lay quivering on the bed. Fuck that must have felt good.
Leaving Anya to enjoy her orgasm, Paula padded naked out of the room and down the stairs to collect their untouched drinks. She didn't care if anyone was there and saw her naked. The way she was feeling, they were more than welcome to join in and fuck her right there on the stairs. Returning to the room, she found Anya sitting up cross legged on the bed. Even though she was smiling, she could tell that her insides were still doing somersaults.
"Good girl." Anya said when she saw Paula with the drinks in her hands. "I could really do with one of those. Only problem is it'll ruin the taste of your pussy." She said licking her lips.
"Perhaps you should have an empty glass handy next time I cum and squirt." Paula joked.
"Yes, I bet you would taste so good over ice," Anya laughed.
"You could call it Snatch surprise." Paula quipped.
