Wild road to an orgasm (Part 2)

1.07.2012 | By: Miriam

Miriam, Ariana and Bob are in Bob’s apartment – naturally not for coffee.

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The stares of the slow-witted punks drive us into a taxi, where we have a moment of awkward silence. The atmosphere is charged, almost foggy from the heat between us.
”Let’s circle the city once,” Ariana says.

The taxi driver already knows Ariana and when they exchange news about sex in the city and above it, he asks her: “How are you three connected?”
Ariana giggles with a slightly husky voice: “Romantically.”

Bob’s eyes are drilled into mine, so that I can feel how he wants to drill into me. I become all soft. He looks at me for a long time, so that I finally smile stupidly and look out, into the city lights blurred in the fog. His slightly rough hand caresses my face gently so that I turn around. He buries his fingers into my fair hair, which is all messed up, and gives me a decisive kiss. It’s deep, slow, with lots of feeling – as if he was trying to taste me whole with one kiss.

He follows the outline of my ear with his fingers, which drives me crazy because I want these fingers and the tongue everywhere else as well, especially as deep inside me as possible.
My hand finds its own way to the bulge beneath his pants. He thrusts his hips unconsciously towards the palm which enthusiastically explores the hardness and sensitivity of the tissue underneath the very tight fabric. His breathing becomes deeper and jerkier and his fingers in my hair are clinging on tighter.
”Where do I take you,” the facetious taxi driver asks.
”To my place,” Bob groans during a kiss and his voice allows no objection. Ariana gives the address with a smile.

We give the taxi driver a tip with which he can certainly buy some excellent condoms and we slowly head for the entrance into Bob’s apartment with the pleasure of expectation. Ariana pushes her hand into the back pocket of my jeans and purrs into my ear: “I can hardly wait to tear them off you.”

Bob looks at us with the familiar glow in his eyes. Ariana pushes me against the wall at the entrance door possessively and gives me a passionate kiss and all the while looks at Bob, who is trying to unlock the door, provocatively.
”Will you be able to handle us both,” she looks at him seductively from under her brow.
Bob laughs knowingly, as if he was promising that he would take care of both of us and even more than that.

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We enter the apartment. Bob puts on several weak lights, which create an intimate lighting, while Ariana almost tears my jeans off me, kicks her boots off into the corner and gets out of her skirt. Bob’s eyes and mine are fixed on her gentle white body in black lacy lingerie, which promises more passion than tenderness.
I’m somewhat embarrassed to be in front of them in just a shirt and ordinary thong – who could foresee such an end of the evening? But it passes quickly when they both approach me greedily and Bob takes my polo neck off slowly, so that I feel every inch of fabric which slides down my skin. I shiver from expecting to feel a naked body against another naked body – other naked bodies. In the mean time, Ariana takes my thong off and purrs with pleasure when she slides her fingers between the clean-shaven labia and sinks into the wet hole greedily so that I shiver.

When Bob finally takes my polo neck off, I go after his shirt. Oh no, I don’t have any patience. He probably lost a button, but I see that he doesn’t really care. He takes me to him and I let out a sigh of relief when I feel naked skin against my naked skin. Ariana makes sure this sigh is followed by different sighs. She spreads my legs impatiently, so that she can reach my clitoris with her tongue more easily. “O god, she’s good,” I sigh on Bob’s lips.

Ariana licks and sucks me and all the while she’s poking two of her silky fingers into me in a hypnotic rhythm.

Bob looks at us with rapture, follows the outline of my face with his finger, and stoops on my open lips for the longest period. He slowly slides with his finger on my puffed up lips, just like Ariana does with her tongue on my labia. When she puts her finger into me, I start sucking Bob’s index finger in preparation for fellatio. I am aroused by the texture of his velvet skin on the moist silk of my greedy lips. His breathing also becomes faster. He removes his finger from the sensual ritual and slips onto my nipple with his moist fingers. He circles it a few times, in rhythm with Ariana’s tongue. My knees are buckling from the passion. I almost certainly pull on Ariana’s beautiful red hair roughly – how beautiful they are between my legs – and finally lose control over my muscles. My whole body shudders in a magnificent orgasm. It’s a good thing that Bob is firm enough to support me with a charmed smile and puts me on a nearby sofa. Ariana looks at me victoriously and asks me in a husky voice: “Are you warmed up?”