Lesbian Erotica
"Blue Coat, Dissected," an Oysters sex story by Aimee Herman
My bicycle came through the door a few seconds before I did and if an inanimate object could react, it would: leaking oil from its gears while staring at the inner contents of a blue coat spread open. She had nothing on underneath besides a turquoise and yellow lace bra, my favorite undergarment because it reminded her cleavage how to swell and display its ability to separate into peaks of pillowed flesh beside it. Red panties hid her shaved pussy, and striped blue socks slid over her calves, stopping just beneath her knees.
Bike pushed itself against paneled wall as she pushed me up against wall of opposite. I still had on my work clothes: blue, button down heavy shirt with name sewn into right shoulder, heavy black pants and boots stained by grease. Slowly, she lowered herself toward the carpet as her knees brought beautiful face toward my zipped-up cunt.
Her fingers fumbled with my wide button, though before I realized, my pants were down and her face buried itself inside my thighs. She sucked on my clit, sandwiched between her teeth and tongue and I gasped. I dripped all over her smooth face and I became her meal. Sliced turkey cunt with brown gravy cum feeding her, drenching her, filling her. She became a carnivore whore for my white meat, tender pussy, stuffed with fresh herbs.
I could not control the bending as my legs unlocked and I pushed her toward the brown carpet like soil, if earth grew hair. I rummaged through her skin like a tag sale of nudity. Removed her heavy blue coat and unclasped her bra with just one hand. The other penetrated her roughly, as her back curved like a bridge. I straddled her like flesh covered scissors, as she stuck two -- no three -- fingers inside my swollen sex. I ground my hipbone into her as she penetrated deeper and deeper. My legs slid beside her as we became a number, digits coming just before seventy, as we tasted the remnants of liquids seeping out from penetrated pussies.
An aerial view might cause us to appear as though we were simultaneously giving birth to one another's heads. Her rounded belly stuck to mine as we swerved and rocked and crashed concurrently. She gasped, and I felt her climb out from inside me and hold onto new air. I continued to eat my way around her and in her, face coated in her warm cum. Then she did the most incredible thing. With my tongue and fingers competing with who could fuck her harder, I felt her move one finger from me to her, placing my cum inside her. My wetness became hers. Then she inserted her sweet juices into me, creating a new cocktail from our cunts. We became one salty ocean of pussy sap; her wide waves were mine; and my peaks and dripped orgasms were hers.
She moaned, fuck me. I knew she was tender from the night before, so I only stuck one finger in. I pushed it in so hard; I worried about breaking her. Her gasps and tiny screams encouraged me to push further and rougher until I felt her tighten and swell toward an orgasm.
Kiss me-come here-and-kiss me, she whispered. She pulled me up from my ears and hair as I ran my lips against hers. I always focused on her bottom one, in love with its thickness. I bit, as she moved her tongue around mine like a swirled dance of muscles, gaining strength through twisting.
We kissed as coat lay on static floor like blue, dissected. Stripped of the sweet skin it kept warm. Flat as our bodies, when I finally collapsed exhaustingly on top of her. Our lungs were erect and heavy. Our feet, like complicated knots, pushed into garden of carpet strands. Her face smelled like my pussy and I licked it slowly, secretly enjoying the flavor of my cum. She grabbed my middle finger and sucked on it, giving it a slightly unconventional blow-job. And if fingers could gain an erection and shoot cum from beneath thoroughly chewed nails, there might have been a fountain full of me inside her mouth.
As she got up, I peeled off stray carpet fibers from her round ass, red from rug burn. She turned and offered me half of a smile, as curved hips resembled an hourglass with unlimited amount of sand. A stream of cum dripped from me toward the floor and just when I thought she had had enough, she leapt toward my wetness and drank me up until all my juice was gone.
Copyright February 2007
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