New Friends Ch. 02: Stacie and Annie
It was 3:00 am and Annie was sitting at the foot of the lounge chair on the porch gazing up at her sleeping friend. She covered her feet with the end of the comforter Stacie was wrapped in while wondering if the scent of a wet pussy she was smelling was hers or Stacie’s. No matter, the scent stirred Annie’s needs. Who would she awaken, Sean or Stacie?
It had been a couple of years since Annie ate pussy, or had the special tongue of another woman fucking, loving, and dominating her. Annie loved her husband, but from the beginning she knew that he didn’t have the special touch or taste that she craved. Now she sat inches away from what she wanted, what she needed.
Stacie stirred in the chair, pulling the comforter high under her chin. She slowly opened her eyes, and sweetly smiled at Annie. In her sleepy sexy voice Stacie asked “What are you doing out here?” Annie answered with her right hand by touching the inside of Stacie’s left thigh. Before Stacie could respond to the touch, Annie’s fingers found the soaking wetness of her pussy. She effortlessly slid three fingers in and rested her thumb on Stacie’s huge engorged clit.
For the first time Stacie’s pussy was filled with a human touch other than her own. Now she was totally awake and took a deep breath in, holding it as a quiet gasp while a thundering orgasm rippled from her clit outward. And then another, and still another before Stacie collapsed forward, off the chair and on top of Annie.
Annie and Stacie were on the wood planks of the porch, wrapped around each other within the warmth of the girl cum stained comforter. They were eye-to-eye, face-to-face, and now lip and tongue to lip and tongue. Annie was taking her time exploring Stacie’s horny mouth as she savored the recalling of past female-to-female romps. Stacie fought against the deliberateness of Annie by not only exploring, but also biting and sucking. Instinctively, Annie slowed Stacie down and at the same time pushed her near the top by reaching for a hard protruding nipple and rolling it between her fingers briefly, and then pinching it hard. The pinch made Stacie gasp, and made her pussy gush.
“Annie, what are we doing?” asked wide-eyed Stacie. Again, Annie answered without words by tenderly kissing her new lover. While they held the kiss it became somewhat less than tender and four hands began exploring. Annie was fixated on Stacie’s pert size 32C breasts, especially on the brownest most pouting nipples she had ever pinched. Her ministrations to Stacie’s chest were met with gyrations and upward thrusts as she offered her cunt to Annie’s face. Stacie then wrapped her arms around Annie’s head and buried her face in her chest—Annie responded by replacing her pinching fingers with her lips, tongue and teeth. Annie’s paired her sucking, licking and biting by masturbating Stacie’s soaking cunt.