Tits & Bast II 4 (Patreon)

Selina licked from Felicia’s thigh to her torso, her tongue running parallel to the twitching slot but not touching it. Yet knowing it was responding to how close she was, that the aroma under her nostrils was all her doing, that Felicia wanted it so much that she was paralyzed and unable to do a thing but wait for Selina to decide to fulfill her.

Selina knew that Felicia enjoyed that. Being worked up so much that it was almost torment, a torment she didn’t want to end. And Selina enjoyed it too. But not as much as she would enjoy being doused in the taste of pussy.

“Make me come in your face, Selina,” Felicia pleaded. “Please, please, just get me off—!”

Instead, Selina turned Felicia over. Still overwhelmed with lust, Felicia was completely pliant, even submissive. She went over onto her belly, the pleasing thickness of her ass pushing up into the air as if seeking Selina’s attention with all its sloping curves.

Selina kissed behind Felicia’s knees, licked the backs of her thighs. She clapped her palms onto Felicia’s glutes and spread them far apart, pulling into existence the cleft between the woman’s buttocks and allowing her to run her tongue from Felicia’s taint to her tailbone.

Felicia wailed with the unexpected sensation, taking hold of her yearning body and twisting her anticipation into a new and shocking experience.

One last kiss on those glorious cheeks and then Selina went for Felicia’s anus, pushing her tongue into the taut sphincter and reaming it in as far as it would go. She fondled Felicia’s cunt as well, rubbing it, feeling Felicia vibrate with enjoyment, then drilling into her with three fingers.

Felicia mewled, her eyes crossing, drool emerging from her slack lips as all her delights piled up like cars crashing on a freeway.

Selina didn’t let her get used to the plethora of sensations. She drew her tongue out of Felicia’s asshole and down her crevice, approaching her sex from behind. Felicia stiffened, knowing it was almost there, that the dwindling pleasure from her pussy being fingered would finally be eclipsed…

Selina took an adoring look at Felicia’s trembling womanhood. Then she ran her tongue over it, butterfly quick, taking a taste of Felicia’s sweet juices and letting them jolt her memory back to that first sinful orgy between them. She allowed the taste to titillate her tongue, smiling dreamily as she remembered all they’d done to each other. Everything, whether rough or soft, delicious and deeply satisfying.

“You can have my ass!” Felicia groaned, so far gone that begging stimulated her, that she got off on hearing her own pleading voice and knowing it would tempt Selina into giving her the release she needed. “Just fuck it, please fuck it, I need it, I need to come on that tongue so you have to give it to me!”

Felicia drew her knees beneath her hips, lifting up her ass like it was on a pedestal for Selina. Her personal property. Selina pressed her face to Felicia’s ass, rubbing herself into the flushed skin and burning body heat and all the wonderful softness promised by that skintight catsuit she wore everywhere like it wasn’t a woman-shaped advertisement for sex.

Selina wanted to sleep in all that sensuality, but first she had to fuck it.

She lapped Felicia with all of her tongue, sweeping it from her clit to the welcoming embrace of her asshole. When she went back, she stabbed into Felicia’s sex as she’d gone into her ass. She dug her fingers into Felicia’s buttocks and grinded hard, molding all that pillowy flesh to the groping lust of her hands. Her mouth was plastered to Felicia’s flowing pussy, taking all the cream that poured from it and licking for more.

Oh yes, she loved how turned on Felicia was. How much she was turning her on. She could swallow how much she was getting Felicia off.

Felicia shook with need. Pushing her ass back into Selina’s face, feeling lips clinging to her sex and a tongue assaulting her folds. Her breathing hissed out of her, boiling air hitting the tangled sheets of the bed and wafting up into her own face, making it even more red and sweaty. Stirring the platinum hair that adhered to her perspiring face.

Felicia wouldn’t have recognized herself if she looked in a mirror. She’d only see a woman who was being fucked within an inch of her life.

Selina turned Felicia onto her back again.

There was no more denial, for either of them. Selina buried her face between Felicia’s thighs and she feasted, she devoured. She knew Felicia was close to coming and she wanted that moment, that peak, the knowledge that she’d made Felicia come and share in the ultimate deliciousness that she’d received so shortly ago. And she wanted the hot rush of Felicia’s cream, all over her face, just like Felicia wanted in.

“Come! Come! Come!” Selina droned, though she could barely speak with her tongue leaping out of her mouth, taking the taste of honey straight from Felicia’s sex.

“Oh God!” Felicia crooned. “Oh yes, yes, it’s going to come out of me, it’s all going to come ouuuuttttt!”

Her pussy felt like a stormcloud full of thunder. She couldn’t feel anything of her body, only the spurting liquid spilling into Selina’s hungry mouth. That she felt too—Selina’s mouth, crushed to her flooding slit, demanding everything inside it as she came and came and came.

Felicia had never felt anything like it. Even as she flew off into the stratosphere, her orgasm taking her higher higher higher, she was still connected to Selina’s mouth, lips sucking away at her, her body a perfect machine of sexual pleasure even as her mind was in orbit.

Finally, when there was no more to taste, Selina’s head lifted up. Her mouth was satisfied, but her pussy was hungry.

There was no need for words. Felicia was starving just as she was, and for the exact same thing.

She went down on Selina as if to prove that she had given her the same ecstasy that had just crashed into her.

It was a delicious cycle. Eating pussy made Selina want her pussy eaten and being eaten out made her want to eat.

It was the same for Felicia, who knew the solution to this little problem.

Twisting into a sixty-nine, Felicia turned the cycle of sucking and then being sucked into sucking and being sucked all at once. Combining their oral lusts and pleased vulvas into one shared delight, a lusciousness that built in them both.

It was like they were pleasuring themselves with their own delighted tongues, and yet so much more satisfying than masturbation. Lust for each other and lust for themselves and lust for sex itself. They both came and as Selina greedily swallowed Felicia’s nectar, she knew she was coming too.

Coming and coming again and even resting that way, so that their sleep was one long afterglow, head to groin so that when one woke, there was no waiting, just more cunnilingus. They slept and woke and fucked and slept again. Selina dreamed and came awake to Felicia’s tongue in her pussy and a pussy of her own to lick and suck and be inundated by.

Felicia squealed, the happy sound going directly into Selina’s box and echoing up into her with the tremors of passion from how her tongue slid through her. Selina moaned her own delight with the froth that greeted her lips, bunching her hand on Felicia’s sculpted ass, feeling the shudders that came from deep within where her tongue was playing and traveled all the way to the taut muscle under her fingers.

Her other hand went to Felicia’s anus, two fingers bunched together and going in, up to the knuckle, then drawn out, wet with the arousal that had gilded the way in the last time she’d sodomized Felicia. Her lips went to Felicia’s clit and it tingled for her; sucking it made Felicia vibrate and Selina felt that sweet shaking everywhere their bodies were joined together.

They came again, at the same time or not, it didn’t matter. They would come some more whether or not they shared in this one.

Thrashing, breast to belly and mouth to lips, pushing and pressing together, desperate to be joined even more. They were up in the heights and staying there, pleasure volcanic inside them—intermittently forcing its way out. A turbulent whirlpool sucking them both down, inside out, one into the other, like a snake devouring its tail.

Selina didn’t know what she liked more, coming or being tasted. She didn’t think there was any separating the two at this point. She licked Felicia clean and Felicia took as much as she’d taken. They were left gasping, panting, rapturous at seeing the other’s satisfaction and knowing they’d been just as well satiated.

Then they both heard the key digging into the lock.

“Roxy Rocket,” Felicia said, unashamed, unafraid… only a little curious.

“Fuck her,” Selina pronounced.

“Yesss,” Felicia purred, and Selina’s eyes rolled up in her head as she detected the first pulse of arousal returning to Felicia’s snatch. “Let’s fuck her.”

The key finally slid into the lock. The bolt turned.

“I thought you didn’t like redheads,” Selina said.

“I don’t. That’s why it’ll be so much fun to fuck her brains out.”

Selina shrugged. Love was complicated. Look at her and Bruce.

The door swung open and Roxy Rocket walked into an apartment that absolutely reeked of lesbian sex. Her prize saddle had toppled to the floor. Her mattress was halfway off the bedframe.

“What the hell happened here?” Roxy demanded of the empty air.

The door closed behind her.

Selina leaned against it.

At the sight of the smile on her face, Roxy automatically turned to run.

She found Felicia in front of her. Smiling just like the other woman.

“Let us show you,” Felicia said.

Selina’s arms went around Roxy’s body to unzip her flight jacket. Felicia spread apart the open leather.

Roxy’s rug was soon having the same problems as the rest of her furniture had experienced.