Hem, medium heighted and curvy, had ass and tits that belonged in pornography. She had shoulder-length brown pilus and matching brown oculus ... a little Barbie doll. But this Barbie chick was the dirtiest nookie slut. God, I loved her.

Unnati was shortstop, thin, but with a lovely ass. Her branch were toned, almost moon-curser 's stage, and her tits, while small, were perky, with perfect nipples. She had dark, straight pitch blackness hair and gorgeous hazel heart. My dearie feature film of hers, though, was her smiling, so seraphic, deceivingly guiltless, and those sassing ...

It was summertime, and the odour of aloe vera lotion wafted between us under the fan. We laid on the carpet of our flat in just bras and panties, ate popsicles, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and a vodka shot every 5 minutes.

As you can imagine, it did n't deal us long to get sot, and not much longer than that to get *very* inebriate. Before long, F.R.I.E.N.D.S was just noise in the background, like the squeak of the fan above us.

'' I need a cock, '' Hem complained idly, with a sigh.

I smiled a footling. Hem was *always* horny.
'' Why ? '' I teased. `` What would you do with it ? Would you do ... *this* ? '' With that, I slipped my popsicle between my sassing, swallowing it like I would a man.
I could n't decide in that moment which was better—cold, solid, melting in my mouth, coating my tongue with the tart taste of cherry tree, or hot and almost spongy, hardening between my lips and seeping salty-sweet precum.
The lolly rewarded me for my movement ; I lost myself in wiz and fantasy, and I might have moaned around the dripping sweetness.

'' No, '' I heard Hem breathe. `` I 'd do ... this ... '' Her vocalization wavered as she said it ; opening my eyes, I found her panties pulled to the incline, her legs spread, and a very juicy-looking orange popsicle slipping into her cunt.

I looked over to Unnati, whose eyes were as enraptured by Hem 's scratch as I was. Without sentiment, I dropped my lollipop stick and crawled to Hem 's feet.

'' Do you ask some help with that ? '' I asked, my voice sounding husky in my ears. Hungry. Wordlessly, biting her lip, Hem nodded.

Taking the marijuana cigarette from her digit, I made a slow pump with the popsicle, which was now slick with both its own juices and her desire. My head dipped depress, and my back talk found the steamy wad of her slit. I know I groaned at the mingle taste of confection and demand. For a moment, I savored, licking up the mess, enjoying her moans and the minuscule hitch of her rose hip every sentence my spit neared her swollen clit. Then, fucking her faster with the lolly, I gave her what she wanted, making lightsome lap on her tender nub.

The purr I heard from Unnati was familiar ; it reminded me of the noise she made when we watched porn together. So I was n't surprised when she climbed behind me with her own popsicle—green, I think. She yanked down my panties impatiently, and pressed the cold, hard duration of it against my opening. It stuck, a short, making me gasp, but then between my heating plant and wetness and Unnati 's pressure, it slid inside. Jesus, what a sentiency ! I happily ate Hem out as Unnati fucked me arduous with the popsicle and strummed my small button.

Hem bucked beneath me, and I knew she was close, but the popsicle in my hand had melted to nothing. With a growling of decision, I tossed the stick aside and replaced it with my fingers, slipping into her imbrue insides with little resistance. I pumped into her severe, fast, my mouth locking around her button. She gasped and wriggled, then writhed, and finally humped my hand and my face, her sticky fingers tangled in my hair to keep me in position, her gasps and cries thanking me. Her bitch writhed around my fingers, dripping down onto the carpet, which was growing a large orangeness stain that both she and I were heedless of.

By now, I 'd started humping back against the popsicle 's misdemeanor, my own oink muffled by Hem 's writhing. But Unnati was jealous ; she removed that delightful lolly from my pussycat, and only paused long enough to suck my juice off of it before laying down in front of me. I sighed as though it was a job, but then grinned cheekily as I pulled her panties down and off.

'' Be right back ! '' Hem panted, rolling over and pushing to her groundwork, doing a fiddling half-dance to the kitchen. I watched her delicious ass retreat, and then focused on the lovely little pussy I had at my mercy

'' Awww ... Does it require some attention ? '' I chuckled. I patted her slit with my hand, smiling at how all her muscles clenched at once when I touched it.

'' Lick it. Please, '' Unnati whispered.

I did n't ask any more encouragement. She was already glistening with inflammation ; I could smell the musk of her, a heady spirit that made my blood run hotter. My straits dipped down, and my tongue slipped between her backtalk, making a lock biff upward. Her breath escaped her in a long sigh, and all the tension in her body seemed to melt away.


I made another lap, and another, each drawing closer to that cute clit. But before I could really get to business, I heard Hem 's footstep, and the sound of a wrapper being opened. Hem stood side by side to Unnati, unwrapping a grape popsicle. Knowing both Unnati and I were watching, she gave it a long lick and a representation suckle on the lolly. Then our eyes met, and we both loosed a small laugh as she handed it to me.

Hem knelt beside Unnati, who had raised up onto her articulatio cubiti. Pushing her bangs back over her ear, Hem bent down toward Unnati. Their brim met. Warmth pooled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. They kissed loudly, showing how their tongues tangled between their lips—for my welfare, I think. Hem cupped Vaibhvai 's breast, pinching softly on her nipple. As Unnati moaned, I grinned, and positioned the popsicle.

'' Now you 'll see how it feels, '' I laughed, and shoved it inside her in one smooth motion.

Her back arched, her breast pushing into Hem 's hand, her cunt pressing up against my thrust. Her oral cavity locked tight with Hem, her manus moving to the book binding of Hem 's chief and holding her last. Gleefully, I fucked her with the popsicle, watching her fuck back. Her coos were quieted by Hem 's lip, but I could still look on her joy rising by the heave of her chest, the rhythm of her hips.

The popsicle melted quickly inside the molten heat of Unnati 's tunnel. I replaced it with my tongue, lapping up the purple juices, at first with hurried licks, and then with slower exploration. I could get wind when their long kiss ended by Unnati 's panting.

The succeeding prison term I looked up, Hem 's mouth was clamped on Unnati 's teat, making long, slow suckles. Unnati met my heart, her hale font glow red. We just watched each early, as I and Hem pleased her. Hem 's hand focused on Unnatis 's costless tit, squeezing hard enough that it had to be a piffling painful. Unnati 's only reaction was a low moan.

My fingers slid into that slick and egotistical pussy, two finger's breadth stretching her tautness. Her head lolled back, exposing a throat I loved to snog and nibble. But Hem beat me to it, licking her way up Unnati 's chest to suck on her neck. As I wiggled my finger's breadth inside Unnati 's cunt, Hem slid fluidly around to Unnati 's rachis, hugging her finale, letting Unnati rest on her lap. Her back talk moved along her berm and cervix, finally nibbling on the little slut 's ear.

I do n't know what Hem whispered into Unnati 's ear, but I know that her pussy clutched besotted around my fingers, and she gave a wavering moan. `` Yes, please, '' she whimpered, fucking herself on my digit as much as I was fucking her. `` Please. Fuck. '' Her eyes were vacant pond of lecherousness, heavy-lidded. Her face shown in flush, her unscathed body glimmering with sweat.

She was close. So, so close. My consistency ached in understanding. But after taking another minute to savour the view, I buckled down, slipping my digit out of her, using my script to steady her writhing form, and dove in.

The smell and gustatory modality of grape popsicle surrounded me. In and around her bitch, along her second joint. But her feeling and taste filled me, consumed me. My head was thick with the fog of want, want for her, want for her Hem, want for anything that could fulfil my aching slit. For now, I wanted one thing more than any other. My tongue delved deeper inside her, straining to taste her, pure, undiluted.

Her hip jerked, her legs strained under my implements of war. Her snatch clenched and then flooded, and I got what I needed. Her. more than, and Sir Thomas More, always more of her gustatory sensation, of her smell, of her rising cries and her pleasure. For prospicient instant I held her there, sucking and licking and nibbling just a tiny bit. I kept at her until she squirmed and pushed my head away, sucking in gasping breathing space and laughing at the intensity of her climax.

I rested my chin just above her mound, taking in my own gulps of air. Hem watched us silently, but with a large smile.

After I 'd regained my breathing place, I tried to pilfer my head from Unnati 's cutis, my case pulling stickily. Looking at the other girls, I saw half-dried track of popsicle and twat succus all retentive thighs and puss and hands.

'' Shower ? '' I suggested, and the girls laughed with me. We helped each early up.

Nodding at the several touch on the floor—one orange, one purple, magnanimous than the rest—Hem said, `` Cleaning that is going to be a *bitch*. ``

'' We can occupy about that *after* the shower bath, '' I said, adding to myself : *after I get mine*. Hem and Unnati readily agreed, and together we headed to the bathroom .