1. Lesbians Playing in the Laundry Room
Mandy was in the dorm laundry when I came with my laundry. She was pressed against a machines set on spin, her hips rocking and shaking as the machine vibrated.
“Hey, Mandy. Having some private time?” I liked to tease Mandy about her sexual encounters with the washing machine. We’d had our own hot encounters in our room, so I knew turned on she could get with just a little stimulation.
“Lizzy, help me.” Mandy turned toward me. “I’m not getting off on this. I need a real woman, and her tongue.” She pulled her skirt up her hips, put her hands on the edge of the washer and hoisted herself up, sitting her naked ass on the vibrating washer.
I couldn’t help laughing at her, her legs spread, her pussy visible; clearly a girl in need of relief.
“Okay. But then you owe me.” I slammed the lid on my washer and walked over, grinning. “How do you want it?”
“Fast and hard. Fingers first and then that wicked tongue of yours.” She practically panting, reaching out, pulling me between her legs, her hands groping my breasts. I was dripping wet myself, just seeing her naked pussy as she was splayed on the washer.
Mandy wiggled her ass to the edge of the machine, which was now done spinning. But that didn’t matter. Mandy pulled her knees back, bracing her feet on the top of the washer. She was totally exposed, her ripe pussy on display, for me and anyone who happened to walk in. Neither of us cared.
My fingers worked their way into her soft, wet slit, probing, thrusting, Mandy moaning loudly. Her hands were still playing with my tits, rubbing and pulling at my hardening nipples. I fucked her with three of my fingers, her body jerking at my touch, her pussy dripping her juices on the washing machine.
I leaned forward, my tongue licking Mandy’s exposed clit. She wound her fingers in my hair, forcing me down on her, holding my face to her cunt. She smelled like sex, warm and musky. Within seconds my face was covered with her juices as I licked her pussy. I heard a noise behind me and then I heard Mandy laugh.
“We’ve got company.” I looked up briefly. Brad Morris was standing in the doorway. Brad’s on the football team, has a great body but he’s not our type. I went back to licking Mandy’s pussy, sliding a hand down to my own throbbing clit.
I heard Brad moving around behind us; I assumed he was watching. Fine with me; I knew Mandy would love an audience. Pretty soon I heard him breathing hard; I figured he was jacking off.
And then Mandy was coming, her pussy squirting hot juices into my mouth, over my tongue. And I was coming along with her, moaning against her swollen cunt. Then Brad cried and I heard the sound of his cum hitting the laundry room floor.
Mandy jumped off the machine, tugging down her skirt. She was headed out the door when I grabbed her hand. “Hey, girl, you owe me one. And I want to claim that right now.” And I pulled her down the hall to my dorm room, already imagining that hot tongue of hers jammed in my pussy.
2. Lesbians Play Games in the Restaurant
Adrienne and I have a little game we play when we eat at a fancy restaurant. We get a table in the corner and then, after she drops her napkin, she crawls under the table and eats my pussy.
We did this just last night. I’d worn my short skirt, obviously with no panties. Adrienne had “dropped” her spoon and slide gracefully out of her chair and beneath the table.
I felt her brush against my foot and I spread my legs slowly, careful not to hit her head. I reached down, pulling my skirt up my thighs, the bubbly feeling of excitement starting low in my stomach. There was always the chance we’d be caught. I felt Adrienne breathing against my inner thigh. I scooted down in my chair as far as possible. I played with my drink, twirling the little umbrella aimlessly. But all my attention was focused on Adrienne’s progress toward my pussy.
Suddenly I felt her teeth nipping at the tender skin of my leg. I jumped, banging my knee on the table. The old man at the next table gave me a dirty look. I heard Adrienne giggle under the table.
And then she was licking me, her tongue flicking over my clit, doing circles around that hard little button of flesh. I jerked again, this time not carrying about the man at the next table. Adrienne’s a master at eating my pussy; there’s nothing she can’t do with that magic tongue. Next she thrust it hard into my wet pussy, running her tongue up and down my slit. I let out a soft moan, closing my eyes briefly. Her tongue was hot, and soon she was lapping at me, pulling and sucking on my swollen clit, her head jammed so tightly between my thighs I wondered how she managed to breathe.
I was jerking rhythmically in time with Adrienne’s insistent tongue. I could feel I was dripping wet, my hot juices mixed with Adrienne’s spit. I knew the upholstered chair I sat on would have a big wet spot when we left.
The waiter suddenly appeared, asking if I wanted another drink. Adrienne chose that moment to bite my clit, tugging not so gently while she flicked her tongue over it. I managed to nod, unable to speak. I could smell the musky scent of my sex and hoped he didn’t notice. I was so close to coming, trying so hard to be quiet. Adrienne was alternately sucking hard on my clit and then thrusting her tongue deep in my pussy, working every inch of me, bringing me to the edge.
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