• Eat fruit off my pussy

    Black Lace Wicked Words 10

    If you have an iBuzz vibrator, get it out now, connect it to your iPod and let it pump away to your favourite dance song, because this wicked story about a horny girl called Jo at Reading festival will make you orgasm before the song is even over.

    The following excerpt is taken from a short story called Strawberry Sunday, written by Maria Eppie and published as part of Black Lace Wicked Words 10.


    Immediately after the set, we fled back to HyperHyper's winnebago and got stuck into Todd's supply of charlie before any of the liggers could come piling in. As we'd just been shaking our respective bodies infront of thousands, it seemed pointless to get all bashful on each other now, so Gina and me barricaded the door and flopped naked on the cushions.

    'Girlfriend, you are fun.' She grinned at me. 'Wanna do that again some time?'

    I giggled and was about to say, 'Like when?' when there was a knock at the door and a familiar Brummy voice enquired, 'Everything OK?'

    'It's Floyd,' I said, unlocking the door and letting him in. Gina looked quizzical. 'We're safe with Floyd – he's engaged,' I added sarcastically as he stepped into the trailer, visibly startled at so much naked flesh.

    Gina considered him appraisingly. 'Is he now,' she purred before carefully relocking the door.

    Poor Floyd didn't stand a chance. We sat him between us and Gina asked him to tell us all about his fiancé. He started mumbling away, while Gina selected a huge strawberry from the obligatory platter of fruit on the table and began sucking it thoughtfully. When she leaned across him and pushed it into my mouth with her tongue, he started to stammer.

    'Floyd!' Gina teased wickedly. 'You're supposed to be telling us about your fiancé!' Floyd swallowed.' What about her? Gina smiled mischievously.

    'Well, for instance, what does she like you to do to her?' Floyd didn't reply. 'Jo,' she said, 'pass me a strawberry.' I did as I was told. Gina drawled, 'Floyd, you've gone quiet!'

    She swiveled to face him on the cushioned seat, exposing her pussy to his gaze. Then she rubbed the strawberry at the entrance of her cunt before mashing the glistening fruit between her pink pussy lips and rubbing the pulp around her clit.

    The juicy gash looked shocking and violent against her chocolatey skin. Then she lifted the squishes mess up to Floyd's lips and smeared it over his mouth. Leaning against Floyd's as I was, I could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage almost as hard as my own. 'Perhaps she likes that?' Gina smirked. Floyd was beginning to sweat.

    'Well, would you like it if she did it to you?' asked Gina, and deftly unfastened his fly. 'Jo, get another,' she instructed, 'and rub it along his cock.'

    Floyd let out a great gasp of air. I fumbled around and eventually uncoiled Floyd's erection so it sprang free from his flies. I said he was a heavyweight.

    There were absolutely no surprises in the cock department. I rubbed and squished the fruit along the underside of his handsome prick until the strawberry turned to mush in my hands and as much juice was coating his cock as was flowing down my fanny.

    Floyd stripped naked and stood before us, his swollen cock sticky and gorgeously rigid. 'Now,' Gina said to him, 'you get a strawberry and rub it into Jo's cunt.'

    Floyd looked at her for a second then, kneeling between my legs, he inserted its tip tenderly between my pussy lips. Floyd put the fruit against my hole and I yielded so easily that I almost swallowed it. 'Not there, Floyd,' said Gina.

    'Higher up. Watch.' Then she took the strawberry from out of Floyd's hand and mashed the fruit into my pussy, pulping it against my clit until the juices ran in a sweet sticky mess all over my inner thighs and seeped down the cleft under my buttocks.

    'Oh, Floyd, we've mad a mess of this girl,' Gina tutted. 'Better start cleaning her up.' She pushed me over on my back and began licking the inside of my thighs, her own gorgeous arse high in the air.

    I looked down at her and up at Floyd, his cock bulging urgently. Gina's darting tongue reached the skin between my pussy and my arse. But when she suddenly stopped I could have screamed.


    'Now what,' said Gina smoothly, 'is the most practical way of doing this?' Floyd and me were staring at each other hungrily. 'Floyd, do you want to fuck Jo?' asked Gina. Floyd winced, but his cock tightened in assent.

    'I think you do,' she said. 'But what about me? I'm filthy. Look!' she added, and, kneeling infront of us, she parted her pussy lips before squishing another luscious fruit on to her exposed clit. Then she began to finger herself.

    I expected her to come, but she stopped and, in a voice hoarse with sex, asked, 'Floyd, what would your fiancé say about you getting two girls so dirty? You're a bad boy. I think you've got clean up your act now!'

    Then Gina told me to lick Floyd's cock clean. I kneeled before him and tried to take the swollen, plum-like end in my mouth while Gina pushed me over to my side and finished cleaning me. Her long, slender tongue began retrieving the strawberry from inside me.

    'I can't help thinking this isn't fair on Floyd's fiancé,' Gina said teasingly. 'I mean, what's in it for her? Floyd, you're getting all the fun. It's payback time now. Lie on the floor.'

    Floyd stared at Gina intently for a couple of seconds, then did as he was bid, his cock raised like a flagpole. I kneeled beside him and began sucking again while I cupped his balls. Gina straddled the other end, lowering herself onto Floyd's mouth and working against him urgently.

    'Go ahead, sugar, if you want,' Gina groaned, nodding at his erection. I maneuvered his penis up to my swollen, juicy entrance. The head was so fat, I could hardly work it in, but with help from Gina's agile fingers we eventually eased it up my lubricated sheath.


    Gina and me were now facing each other, rocking, grinding and panting pretty much in unison. I threw my arms round her and kissed her joyfully. I said 'Thank you,' Though I didn't know why, but I meant it.

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