Dear Diary – Girl Time With The Beautiful Kind

After the wrestling and rope; after the licking, sucking, cumming and fucking were done, I got my turn. Kendra, or The Beautiful Kind, and I were snuggled under the covers, naked and quivering, while our heart rates slowed. We spoke in hushed whispers, cuddling like we had done it a hundred times before. The blond and red hair mingled on the pillow, my head rested on her soft shoulder while the guys went for air. Oblivious to their departure, I got to know Kendra much, much better.

My hands roved her body, familiarizing themselves with every curve and hollow of her amazing body with a mind of their own. I found myself without the will to control them. As they skimmed across her flat belly, drew lazy circles around her beautiful nipples, and climbed the willow tree between her sexy legs, I felt her body respond. At first it was just a few goosebumps but quickly progressed to writhing movements of mindless pleasure.

My experiences with women alone have been few and disappointing, but for the first time, I felt purpose and a sense of rightness I never knew. Her skin as intoxicating to my senses as the smell of her arousal drove me to boldness.

Flipping over to my hands and knees, I leaned over her tiny and exquisitely perfect body and gently kissed her, reveling in the taste of sex on her lips. Exhaling slowly, I slid my mouth down her neck, covering her torso with gentle licks and nibbles. Teasing her nipples to hardness, sliding my hands slowly down the flat golden plane of her abdomen, the willow beckoned.

I gently spread her legs, exposing her completely to my sight. No artistic rendition, no poetic, flowery words can describe fully the beauty and perfection of a woman’s core. Its shape can be imitated, its taste savored, but no description can fully give my thoughts on her beautiful pussy.

As I settled myself comfortably between her thighs, my breath warm on her flesh, I proceeded to feast. Sliding my moist and hungry tongue along her wet lips, probing and gentle, I found her clit. Slowly at first, I teased and explored until I discovered what she liked. Her hips rewarding my efforts with uncontrollable thrusting movements, I slid my finger into her wet cave, and applied gentle pressure from the inside. I mimicked the movements of my tongue with my finger, stimulating from without and within.

Her moans increased letting me know what was right and perfect. Relentlessly I continued with my quest for the orgasmic moan, I increased in speed and intensity, lapping at her hardened clit with fierce determination. She came in my hand, in my mouth, and I still did not want to quit. I wanted more; more time, more pussy, more moans and orgasms.

Finally leaning back, my gaze rose slowly to her lovely face, flushed with the joy of climax.  Crawling up her body to her mouth, I let her taste the fruits of my labors.  Her legs were drawn back towards her head when I felt the brush of the willow tree on my own furry mound. I could not help what happened next if I would have known before hand. It felt so good, our pussies so close together, touching, but just barely. My hips thrust my clit to graze hers, and for the first time I wished I had a cock to slide home.  I found a rhythm to my thrusting, our clits sliding wet and slick against each other. The orgasm caught me by surprise, and left me shaking, but not wanting to stop, ever.

The door opened to admit Jay and Beast as I sat back with her thighs still wrapped around me. My hands continued to gently caress her while we grinned at them.  The glow emanating from our naked bodies letting them know we had been busy.

‘You missed the best part.’