Free Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) by Rosalie Banks

stirring to see. It was
voluptuous the way he lapped on the wet labia through her camel
toes; scraping the surface with his teeth while squeezing out juice
with hissing sound from the lace of the string already sodden and
imbedded deep in her pussy. Her reaction and cry of ecstasy was too
much to bear and I had to seek refuge in the warm arms of Taye who
like me needed the solace I could give. I tell you this solemnly.
What man discovered the art of cuninlingus I’d never know but he
founded an extra ordinary act. I mean, the governor eating out the
woman was like a man in a fit of delirium; while Tamia being eaten
was the possessed girl, totally entranced by the magic of ecstasy
being wielded on her, licking the pole with feverish tongue and
tweaking her own nipples as he fingered and licked her from below
savagely like a brute of sex. And we, the unseen watchers were the
ones acutely made to suffer, because all we could do was see and
never be seen, in order to see the best picture ever made. By this
time, Taye’s deft fingers were already on my left nipple, kneading
it from the silk fabric of my Gucci gown. Really wished you were
present to witness the sight. It was more than words could tell.
The governor ate Tamia’s fruity flower there, reaching up one hand
to twist her nipples while taking the hand back to finger her wet
cunt. His fingers dripped with juice and he would come up to dip
the fingers in her mouth, kissing her with it and return to base to
eat the petals of her flowery pussy, drawing her string to the side
to have a clear view, to repeatedly munch on her rainbow mango.
What moans didn’t come out of the woman has never been said before.
I heard all sorts of sex abracadabra both from the Gov and Tamia
the time the foreplay lasted.
    Thinking we had seen it all the governor now
did the most unlikely thing we could ever expect. He flipped the
script totally on us and gave us a blow where we stood watching,
unaccredited. In a move at once fluid and swift he went behind the
woman and clasped her hands firmly at her back, necking her and
whispering something in her ears, inaudible to us where we lurked,
before sharing a bout of fresh French kiss. We then saw Tamia
adjust ever so slightly still leaning on the pole, positioning her
legs to be proportional to that of the governor while he deftly
guided his hard rock cock inside the slippery crevice between her
butt cheeks, her string parted to the side. When his cock invaded
her, she let out a cry, grabbing the pole tight as gently he began
stroking her; slow at first then picking up speed, still with
gentle movement. Holding her waist with one hand and the pole with
another he pounded on with savage swiftness, causing Tamia to sing
in trenchant tones. They both fused together in a sensual dance
that was orchestrated by unknown director, whose vignette to us
watching unseen left our mouths agape and our system afire. It was
pleasure uncut and uncensored. The governor rocked Tamia from the
back, periodically accepting her turned lips begging to be kissed
while fondling her taut boobs in front bouncing to the rhythm of
their erotic dance. It was just too stirring to watch. They danced
like that for another ten minutes or more, moving together like two
alloys, melting into each other while sweat glistened on their
bodies. The governor would fondle her boobs with both hands by
grabbing her from behind and tease the nipples lovingly, rubbing
them in between his slippery fingers before rushing her with series
of savage pounding. At indefinite periods, he would dip down his
hands to touch and tease her clits and return the hands up to rub
the nipples, grinding his athletic thighs in rhythm. The woman on
her part just dissolved there where she was rooted in erotic
embrace with the governor, at times self teasing herself, wriggling
her hips to his modulated thrusts and crooning sweet nothings to
the air and to us the uninvited watchers.
    By this time where we stood in the