With
Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d indulge you
with some seasonally appropriate fare. Here’s a juicy F/F excerpt
from Vegas Babes Book 4, Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend
Swap – bisexual polyamorous fun for the festival of love...
Enjoy!
Blurb
Jake
and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas
style!
When
Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend
with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife,
they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and
Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of
them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke.
There’s only one way to find out.
Since
their wedding, Annie and Ted have acquired some new kinks and a good
deal more erotic experience. Annie has discovered she likes strap-ons
and a bit of domination. Ted has been forced to recognize he’s into
guys as well as women.
Will
Annie’s double dildo scare Fran away? Will Jake balk at getting
intimate with Ted? Only Cupid knows!
Excerpt (F/F)
When
she returned with the refreshments five minutes later, the tension
had thickened. Fran sat on the padded bench to the left of the door,
still drinking in the view. Jake and Ted lounged in two chairs on the
right, separated by a small table, carefully avoiding each other’s
eyes. The only sound was the distant honk of cars on the Strip.
Annie
set her tray down on the table and handed out drinks. Guess we’re
all a bit nervous, she admitted to herself. We all know what
we want. We’re just not sure how to start.
Ted
and Jake eagerly helped themselves to canapés, as if glad to have
something to do with their hands. Meanwhile, Fran patted the empty
spot beside her. “Sit with me, Annie.”
Cradling
her wine glass, Annie settled down next to her friend. She sipped her
wine. Now what?
Fran
sidled closer, until their hips touched. “It’s so lovely here,”
she murmured. “Thanks so much for inviting us.” She placed her
palm above Annie’s knee, casually, almost as if the gesture were
unconscious. The warmth of her touch easily penetrated the thin
fabric of Annie’s skirt, making her shiver with arousal.
The
other woman slid her hand up Annie’s leg, crumpling the skirt
beneath, gradually baring more and more skin. Annie found she was
holding her breath. She sucked air into her lungs in a little gasp.
Now Fran trailed her fingertips along the sensitive inner surface of
Annie’s thigh, making the nerves spark and flash.
“You
have such wonderful, silky skin,” her visitor continued. Her
fingers grew bolder, climbed higher, brushed ever so lightly over
Annie’s pubic curls. “And such soft hair…”
A
bolt of pleasure shuddered down to Annie’s clit. Pussy juice leaked
from her lust-plumped folds. Her cunt spasmed with need, but she
didn’t move. She wanted to see what Franny would do next.
Her
friend stroked a tentative fingertip over the swollen bead at Annie’s
core.
“Yes,”
Annie hissed, overcome by sensation. “Oh, yes, please…”
In
response, Fran urged Annie backward, until she was prone on the
bench. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” she told Annie,
crumpling her skirt to her waist and parting her legs. “Of laying
you down, opening you up, and feasting on your sweet pussy.”
Fran
fit her actions to her words, kneeling on the bench and bringing her
face close to Annie’s weeping slit. “You smell like the ocean.”
She swept the flat of her tongue through Annie’s folds, firm and
wet. “You taste like olives and honey.”
Annie’s
hips jerked upward, seeking more contact. “More,” she moaned.
“Please, Franny.”
“Of
course,” replied the Italian minx. She leaned in once more, licking
up the juice coating Annie’s inner lips, then probing the cavity
between them. Pleasure danced through Annie’s flesh, even at this
limited contact, but she needed so much more—“Oh!”
Fran
suddenly shifted from tentative to fierce. She burrowed her nose into
Annie’s pussy, nibbling at the tender flesh, flicking her clit,
tonguing her hungry hole—lapping, munching, sucking, chewing. The
volume of sensation surged, the gain so high Annie almost couldn’t
bear the intensity.
The
heaviness of an impending orgasm gathered in her pelvis, shot through
with incandescent streaks of pleasure like lightning crackling
through a thundercloud. One instant, two at most, and she’d crack
wide open.
Fran
continued to eat her, gripping her thighs, pulling them wide to give
her better access. Annie felt the woman’s lithe tongue circle her
anus, then dip inside, before sliding forward again to tickle her
clit. God, it was all so good! But it wouldn’t last much longer…
“Franny…”
she moaned. “I’m going to come. Suck my clit, suck it hard!”
Fran
followed instructions, fastening her lips on that trembling little
node and sucking for all she was worth. At the same time, she pushed
two well-lubricated fingers deep into Annie’s cunt.
The
cloud burst. Pleasure flared in her center, sizzling out to her
fingers and toes. She arched up, slamming her pussy into Franny’s
face. Her cunt clenched around Fran’s fingers. Franny continued to
lick her as the shimmering bliss faded, drawing another, rounder and
more resonant come from deep in her belly. When that climax dwindled,
Fran drove a third finger into Annie’s hole and sent her spinning
into bliss yet again.
It
took a while for Annie to come to her senses. She raised her head and
gazed down at Fran. The brunette seemed exhausted as well. She lay
with her cheek against Annie’s thigh, her eyes half-closed, her
Cupid’s bow mouth curved in a half-smile. Every now and then her
tongue flicked out to taste the residue of pussy juice on her lips.
From
this angle, Annie had a fine view down the low-cut neckline of
Franny’s sweater. At first, she simply admired Fran’s round, full
breasts, but soon she realized looking wasn’t enough.
She
combed her fingers through her friend’s dark curls. Fran’s eyes
fluttered open and met Annie’s. Without speaking, she pushed
herself backwards on the bench. Annie sat up, swung her legs down to
the floor, and leaned in to bury her face in the other woman’s
cleavage, licking the salt from her smooth skin and breathing in her
floral-tinged musk.
Francesca
truly had perfect tits, generous but not too large, soft but firm,
tipped with fat mauve beads that begged to be sucked. Still nuzzling
the valley between them, Annie slipped both hands under the
Valentine-red top. She splayed her fingers over those luscious mounds
and squeezed lightly. The stiff, juicy nipples poked into her palms.
Her mouth watered. She needed to see, to taste, as well as to feel.
“Take
it off,” Annie ordered, frantic with lust. She feared she’d
damage the garment if she tried to remove it herself.
Franny
grinned, pulled the sweater over her head, and let it fall onto the
bench behind her. Her tits bounced slightly with the motion. With a
choked moan, Annie descended on that succulent flesh, twisting the
left nipple between her thumb and forefinger while suckling the
right. Locking her lips around the pulpy nub, so rigid and sweet, she
alternated licks and suction, pretending it was the girl’s clit.
“Oh,
yeah…” breathed Fran, arching her back to offer herself more
completely to Annie’s mouth. “Just
like that…” She parted her thighs, releasing a gust of fresh
pussy-scent.
Annie
dropped one hand to Fran’s crotch, still fondling her tits with the
other. She found the leggings completely soaked. “You’re such a
horny girl,” she murmured. She stroked her finger along the damp
seam of the garment, following the line of Fran’s cleft. Franny
squirmed in response. “I’ll bet I can get you off just by rubbing
your through your clothes, without touching your bare skin at all.”
Fran
was clearly naked under the leggings. Annie easily found the ridges
of her lower lips and the swollen node where they met. She rocked
Fran’s clit back and forth with her thumb, while pressing her
fingers into the crevice between. Meanwhile, she continued to pinch
and tug one engorged nipple.
“Oh,
Annie!” The dark-haired creature leaned back on her hands and
spread her legs wide, shamelessly begging for more stimulation. “Put
your hand in my pants. Touch my pussy. Please, Annie!”
“No
way. I’m going to make you come like this. Just the friction and
the pressure. The way Jake probably got you off when you were still a
virgin…”
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