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This part in the story-series contains graphic descriptions of sole
female strip-teasing in lingerie, light bondage/submission, and
female-female oral loving. If you are:
a) Under 18 years old
b) Offended by any of those graphic actions
c) Feel these are against your Community Standards
Please STOP reading and IMMEDIATELY LEAVE and CLOSE
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Hi again,
I hope you enjoy reading them. Any comments, pats on the back
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Flames will be totally ignored. Thanks.
Jackie
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Dueling Clits ~~ Part 3a
(Copyright 1995)
by Jackie (an338903@anon.penet.fi)
[Sweet Valerie had finished her very sexy strip-tease, and lay back
down on the bed. Now, I guess that it was my turn.]
After seeing her very sexy strip-tease, it was all I could do to stand
up without drooling or immediately pouncing on her beautiful,
partially-clad body. I purposely stood directly in front of her, only
about a foot from the bed. *She* immediately sat back up to get a
closer, more intimate look, her grinning face about level with my
pretty rose-bud navel. She licked her luscious red parted lips and
intently waited for my show to begin.
First, stretching out my arms behind me and arching my back, I
made my thin white crop-top become plastered to my overstuffed
red bra cups. From her angle below, she could peek right up under
my crop-top, seeing those bulging overflowing red lacy cups, so
vivid against my taut creamy-white skin. I hoped she could also
smell the "Obsession" perfume that I had lightly dabbed around
my navel. *I* could tease too.
Then ever so slowly, I raised my arms up high, wrestling that tight
top over my head making sure my huge udders jiggled and shook
obscenely in that sheer red lacy bra, as I slinked up and down
doing a Middle Eastern-type belly dance. All that brisk bouncing
caused one red stubby nipple to pop out over its cup edge, fat and
erect, vividly advertising its wantonness (just like I hoped it
might). Innocently, I acted like nothing had happened and just left
it there, jutting out like a huge first-grade pencil eraser. *I* wasn't
going to let her outdo *me* in a strip-tease.
Previously, her eyes had constantly studied my whole body's every
move. *Now* those glazed-over pools, with their focused pupils,
never left that popped-out fat reddish-brown nipple, not even for a
moment. Valerie was either mentally willing it "to come to mama"
so she could greedily suckle it between her warm parted lips, or
memorizing every bump and ridge for a future assault. Her long
wet tongue would repeatedly peek out, keeping those parted full
lips so moist, always ready for a much closer inspection.
Popping the snap on my tight high-cut white short-shorts, I
lowered the front zipper just a few millimeters, letting only a hint
of my red lacy panties peek out. Suddenly, Valerie's breathing
became more ragged, her moist palms absentmindedly rubbing her
smooth upper thighs. She bent slightly forward, trying to stare
through the remaining white covering. After twisting for only a
minute or two (which must have seemed like an eternity to
Valerie), making believe I had a zipper problem, I slowly lowered
that zipper, tooth by tooth, letting those red lacy panties blossom
into view as the white flaps folded down into a "V."
Using both hands and a roll of my hips, I teasingly pushed those
white short-shorts down just a little, letting her see only the top of
my excited puffy mound, still covered by those red panties. I
*know* she could see the few blond curls that had crept under the
red elastic yearning for proper attention. With a funny grin on her
face, Valerie seemed mesmerized, now staring directly at my
heated sopping crotch only six inches away. Her wagging tongue
smeared her lipstick, making those red lips look very moist, while
her breathing was coming in shorter gasps.
Spreading my soft smooth legs wider and pushing my plump
excited mound forward, I tried to release even more of my musky
aroma mixed with the "Obsession" perfume I had dabbed just
above my clitty. Yes, a concerted effort on my part to lure her into
becoming more and more aroused.
Finally, having teased enough, with one push and two undulating
wriggles, those short-shorts fell to the floor, puddling around my
feet. Now, fully exposed were my sopping wet red panties for her
intimate inspection, only inches from her moist parted lips.
Clearly, through the sheer wet material, I knew her staring eyes
could easily see the puffy outline of my flared pussy lips and curly
blond hairs. Her nose was almost being tickled by those renegade
blond hairs that had crept under the crotch and leg elastics.
My fat pink clitty was distinctly visible poking straight out near the
top of those red panties, creating quite a "tent." It was pushing out
sooo far, the low panty-elastic in the front wasn't even touching
my crotch. With a clitty *that* big, if it weren't for my meaty D-cup
breasts, anyone would think I was a very young boy with his
first spontaneous erection. At this point though, I don't think
Valerie would have cared either way. Between our pair of tented
panties, I wasn't sure whose clitty was fatter or longer, but would
be *very* willing to let them duel it out ~~ a little later.
With a broad smirk, I turned my back to her, then modestly
adjusted my red panty-seat like a swimsuit. Spreading my legs, I
nonchalantly bent over at the waist to pick up a text book. This
gave her an unobstructed view of my tightly molded buns and
sizzling molten crotch, forcing creamy-white flesh to bulge out
around those struggling red leg-elastics. The great strain from
bending over dragged that red panty crotch right up into my shiny
slippery slit, making my hot wet pussy lips burst open wide like an
over-stuffed hotdog roll.
At that very moment, I am absolutely sure that if Valerie had
possessed a large fat dildo, she would have quickly stuffed my
"roll" to the hilt without uttering a single sound. *I* wouldn't have
uttered a sound either, except maybe a cooing "ooooooh" and an
ever-louder "aaaaaah," as Valerie vigorously pistoned that glorious
"satisfier" in and out, causing gushes of hot sweet nectar to trickle
down my twitching thighs. The way her eyes strained, Valerie
could vividly see my sopping wetness, those glistening pearls of
female dew, tenuously hanging from a few lonely blond curls,
waiting to drop on a firm wet tongue.
Teasing more as I bent back up, I wiggled my firm round buns a
little, my butt crack just inches from Valerie's parted lips. Before
turning around, I again slowly covered up those plump buns,
sliding one finger under each leg band, stretching that seat out,
then pulling it back down. I grinned to myself at both the show
Valerie saw and the squishy sound that soaked crotch made.
Finally turning around, my molten pussy was no more than an inch
or two from her expressionless face. Valerie was now squirming
even more, the palms of her sweaty hands firmly rubbing her upper
thighs *and* the base of her puckered bare pink mound. I spread
my thighs wider, allowing a few more curls to spring out, then
arched my back once more, as if stretching. Those puffy pink
pussy lips again burst out around that soaked panty crotch. Every
bump, crease, and wrinkle was vividly visible under that super-stretched
sheer red material. Even the beckoning tunnel to my
overheated furnace was sooo very clearly showing.
This time though, I must have pushed Valerie past her limit, cause
suddenly without any warning, she reached around me, strongly
cupping my tight creamy buns, forcibly pulling my panty-covered
pussy that single inch or two right into her face. I felt her long pink
fingernails digging into my soft bun-flesh, holding me tight. Her
nose pushed my panty front deeply between my flared pussy lips,
while I could hear her deeply inhaling my musky womanly aroma.
My engorged clitty was pushed against her soft pink cheek. Her
hot breath tickled my curly blond hairs, causing my sex to drool
even more.
Avoiding my bloated and very sensitive clitty, her flat firm tongue
quickly licked up the drops of my female "honey" seeping through
that sheer material, like water through a screen. She attacked,
lustily slurping, like a child eating a quickly melting ice cream
cone on a 110 degree day. This so-desired attention made my
pussy lips swell, engorging further, becoming more sensitive, but
also more needy.
Her face became magnetized to my hot wet crotch. Her long finger
nails dropped down to the backs of my thighs, kneading those
tender muscles, leaving deep red marks of what would have been
sharp pain if I had not been so greatly aroused.
Finally, completely frustrated, she jerked that sopping red crotch to
one side. Again and again, harder and harder, she licked and
slurped in a unstoppable attempt to collect all those tiny drops of
warm sweet female dew. But it was *totally* impossible. The more
she licked with her wide flat tongue, the more sweet dew drops my
pulsating pussy produced.
Suddenly, getting very serious, her long probing tongue now curled
lengthwise, forming a "U." It thrusted in my wet torrid canyon,
tickling those silken pulsating walls, sending shivers up and down
my spine. I dropped both hands to her shoulders for support. Then,
just as quickly, it retreated, going back to only lightly licking my
pussy lips, leaving that hot deep gushing well needing and
yearning for a hardness to bore deep inside. *I* am being greatly
teased again.
Changing rhythm, she attacked those poor red puffy lips with a
vengeance ~~ kissing, then licking, then nibbling, and finally
gently biting. She acted like a caged animal, who had finally been
allowed to run free, though controlled by some dark unknown
passion from within.
Just as I was approaching an earth-shattering climax, my hot wet
pussy moving in tight vertical circles around her firm sucking
mouth with its grossly puckered lips, she stopped and abruptly
pulled back. The "tease" looked up at me with a pouting little-girl
face, as if questioning whether she should continue.
I can see *my* sweet juices glistening on her bright pink cheeks,
still-parted red lips, and running down her chin and neck. She
cocks her head left and right, then begins panting with her wide
wet tongue hanging out, like a puppy, badly needing permission to
again play.
Since *she* has now broken my concentration and robbed me of
my impending climax, using all my girlish will power, I decide
that *I* want my turn with *her* before I climax. *She* deserves
to be teased for a long, long time.
My hands tenderly caress her pig-tailed brown hair as my glazed
eyes peer down deeply into her soul through her twin-openings. I
slowly and gently lift her to her feet. She whimpers slightly,
having to leave my hot wet pussy, but obediently gets up, allowing
my hands to never leave the sides of her head.
I tug her towards me, our lips and still-encased breasts meeting at
the very same instant. We both feel the tiny sparks of electricity as
hot lips mash together and hard pointed nipples duel to see who
will be pushed in furthest. A duel it is, the first one.
Our wet lips rotate left and right, jockey up and down, trying to
gobble up as much as humanly possible of the other. It will be a
miracle if one of us doesn't end up with a broken nose. My musky
pussy juice is rubbed all over my face from her shiny cheeks and
chin. I can even taste my sweet fragrant aroma on her non-yielding
lips.
Our hard stiff tongues are in a frenzy, pushing and shoving each
other, dueling to see which one will be totally in control. Finally,
in a sudden surge of will power, *my* tongue pushes through
becoming victorious. Valerie "sighs," sagging in my strong arms in
total surrender, allowing *me* to take full control. To the victor go
the spoils of war and I am going to slowly savor those spoils.
I gently lay her down on her back on the bed, then stand over her
with my hands on my hips, gazing at her heaving wound-up body.
As sexy as she appears, one portion looks like a frightened little
child not knowing what is going to happen next, while another
portion, inflamed by lust, is begging for rough intimate touches.
*I* have to make sure that *both* are fully nurtured and satisfied.
It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.
[continued in Part 3b]
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