Free Lustful Ladies, Volume 1 by Lynn Lake Page A

a parka to an orgy. I stood riveted to the spot, my eyes wandering all over Marie’s lean, luscious body, staring into her bright, shiny eyes.
    “I just had to let off some steam after my last interview,” she explained.
    The vibrator slid out of her hand and off her clit onto the bedspread. “Since you’re home, would you mind helping me out, Claire? I could really use an extra pair of hands.”
    That’s exactly what I’d thought. Only, I’d never thought about it being my pair of hands. Although, there was no one more experienced with those particular instruments of joy that Marie had selected to use on herself.
    Marie reached up and grasped my hand, pulled it down to the red dildo in her pussy. I instinctively gripped Spicy Cinnamon—as I’d nicknamed the toy—and sat down on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my other hand around Slim Blue in Marie’s bum. And as she brought her legs up and moaned, I started pumping Cinnamon back and forth in her pussy, Blue back and forth in her butt.
    It seemed so natural, helping out a friend in need. And the toys fitted my hands so well while flooding my mind with warm memories. They bulged Marie’s tunnel and chute, as I plunged them to and fro inside of her.
    She’d lubed well. Her swollen pussy lips glistened right in front of me, around Cinnamon, her stretched bum hole seeming to suck on Blue. Freed of the task of plunging the dildo in her pussy, she applied the buzzing vibrator to her clit, hard, and clasped one of her tits with her other hand, pulling on her rigid nipple.  
    I licked my lips, my face and pussy going as damp as Marie’s, pistoning the plastic toys inside her holes, staring at them, at her. Hardly believing what I was doing; wanting to believe I was just being a good host, but knowing it was much, much more than that. I could feel the sexual heat of the woman, her sweet scent filling my dizzy head, my fingers bumping against the taut, warm skin of her bum and the damp, wrinkly skin of her pussy lips.
    “Oh, God, Claire. Yes. That feels so good. Fuck me, Claire. Fuck me!”
    I was fucking another woman. I was fucking my friend. She glared up into my gaping eyes and kneaded her cupcake tits, pulled on her rubbery nipples, vibrating her clit as hard as she could. And I pumped faster and harder, driving the pair of dildos into her pussy and bum, my teeth clenching and my nostrils flaring.
    That’s when she cried out, “Use your fingers, Claire. Fuck me with your fingers.” I couldn’t yank the dildos out of her and replace them with my fingers fast enough.
    I jammed three fingers of my right hand into her pussy, two of my left into her bum. And I shuddered even harder and more torridly than she did.
    Marie was sopping wet and oven-hot. I’d never touched another woman’s privates before, let alone jammed my fingers inside them. Marie’s pussy and ass clamped onto my digits, each tunnel silken in texture, burning with heat. My arms trembled, my fingers jumping inside of her.
    “Fuck me,” she screamed.
    I let my fingers fly, quick and deep as the dildos, urgently pumping Marie’s pussy and bum. Then her body suddenly went stiff, her legs kicking out straight, almost knocking me right off the bed. Her mouth burst wide open, but no scream came.
    But she came, hard and repeatedly. She spasmed violently, her pussy and ass convulsing around my plugged-in digits, the vibrator against her clit. I kept pumping, amazed, astounded, aroused like I’d never been before. I was making a woman come. She was climaxing right in front of me and all over me, her juices coating the knuckles of my right hand.
    When she finally calmed down, her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled at me and extended her arms. I just had to fall into them, drape my hot and bothered—still clothed—body over her smoking hot nude body.  
    Marie wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back on her soft, wet, red lips. It was warm and wonderful and oh-so-sensuous. She