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Dreams of Sally Sonic update
🕑 Added 2023-06-22 14:00:02 +0000 UTCAlix’s voice went from self-possessed to unsteady. “I’d love to be a stewardess on the same plane as you.” She gulped. “You’d make sure I did everything right… right?”
Her hand came up, as shakily as Sally’s had, and slowly undid the buttons of Sally’s blouse until Alix could push it off her shoulders. Alix’s hand slid around back of Sally. It slipped along her shoulder blade to the strap of her bra, followed that to the catch, then opened it. The bra came undone, but was still on Sally. Hanging from her full nipples. Sally bit her lower lip and took the bra the rest of the way off herself.
Alix cupped Sally’s tits, gently experimenting with how they jostled at her touch. Rising in the air when they were lifted, sinking down barely any when she let go of them. “They’re so firm,” she muttered.
“Just some pectoral exercises,” Sally told her. “You won’t need them. Your breasts are lovely… perfectly lovely…”
Alix couldn’t stay sitting. Neither could Sally. They leapt to their feet. Alix caressed her breasts, pushing up on them from below. Both fondling them and offering them up to Sally.
“I’m not sure, but… it feels like if we…”
Whimsically, Sally held up her own breasts, brushing them against Alix’s. Sparking the nipples together. Feeling the warmth of each other’s cleavage pressing in on them. It made Sally so hot that her knees wobbled.
Alix thrived on it. She deliberately put her nipples against Sally’s, holding them there as she embraced the other woman and merged their lips as well.
Their tongues deliciously came together, sliding around against each other as if exploring the heated space of their joined mouths. They teased each other’s tongue into their mouths and sucked on them, making passionate coos that were only mildly smothered by the press of their lips. At the same time, they worked at each other’s clothes, getting down to their panties at the same time in a photo finish.
The kiss kept going as they squirmed against each other, trying to get closer than their bodies would permit. Satiny skin gliding over satiny skin, flushing hot enough to burst into flame at any moment.
Alix knew without being told, from her own lustful imaginings of what Sally might do to her, to slide her hands under Sally’s panties and feel and caress and rub and squeeze. She even raked her nails over the succulent flesh. It didn’t hurt. It only made Sally feel even more the pangs of torrid need that radiated from her cunt.
She gripped Alix’s ass herself, feeling the strength in that toned flesh. The muscle stirred in little quivers of enjoyment.
“You’re touching me so—ooh—such a lovely way,” Alix muttered. “You know what you really want to feel…”
Slowly, letting her fingernails rake redness across the cool ivory skin, Sally ran her fingers to the splay of Alix’s buttocks and slid between them until she was brushing Alix’s cheeks apart. She found the tight sphincter—rubbed it gently. Realizing she would have to part it, just as she had opened up Alix’s cheeks to get at this taboo portion of Alix’s anatomy, but reluctant to do. Worried it would be as overwhelming for Alix as all this had almost been for her. Only Alix’s guidance had made it so soft and smooth and inevitable-feeling. She worried she wouldn’t be able to pleasure Alix with nearly so sure a hand.
But Alix was showing her what to do; doing it herself. She massaged Sally’s anus into looseness even as she thrust their mounds together, rubbing and caressing with one cunt against the other until the only thing keeping them from fucking was not being able to penetrate one another with what they’d been equipped with.
In their wild experimentation, they fell to the bed.
“What do you want to do now, lover?” Alix whispered into Sally’s ear, before kissing it all over—nipping at its lobe—sticking her tongue a ways inside it.
Her attempts to arouse Sally were as effective as could be. Soon, Sally was desperate to return the favor. She did what came naturally: diving down to get at Alix’s pubic thatch, shoving her head between satiny thighs, taking a hungering suckle at Alix’s clit, then remembering how she’d let men lick her when they were between her legs.
It hadn’t been very effective on her, but it was a good place to start. Sally felt sure she could improve on the method. They had plenty of time left of Sally being off-duty and might never meet again—why not experiment? And besides, Alix was so good to taste and so exciting to service. All of her, every bit of her body and every sound she made and every expression she wore, it was all so wonderful. She wasn’t intimidatingly knowing so much as eager, very eager, and Sally strove to be worthy of that willing eagerness. To find out exactly how to satiate her lover, even if it meant her own womanhood was left wanting.
She lifted Alix’s left foot and kissed its arch, licking it to the point of tickling, then roguishly she took the big toe into her mouth and sucked.
Alix gasped. It was surprisingly erogenous—a way of being fucked that she’d never counted on. “Oh, you doll, you absolute doll, what’s happening to me, oh, oh!” She held her pussy tightly, as if she were trying to hold inside the fluids that were melting out of it. Trying to hold herself together in the face of unbearable satiation.
As if desperately hungry and eager to feed herself further, Sally went to Alix’s other foot, kissing and licking the delicate skin as though she could taste the sensitive stirrings she provoked. She thoroughly salved the toes, then went to Alix’s ankle. Moaning at her own voluptuous delights, the endless orbit of feelings produced in Alix delighting Sally’s senses, she kissed her way up Alix’s calf and then ran her tongue behind Alix’s knee. Alix cooed, ticklish, laughing as her cunt thrummed away in lusciousness. Sally kicking behind her knee both amused and titillated her.
“OHH, you’re driving me mad! More, I want more!” Alix gasped, pitching her hips upward in swooning enjoyment and even more ferocious anticipation.
Sally pressed Alix’s leg upward and Alix obligingly raised it, holding her leg as upright as a flagpole to expose the taut pinkness in back of her thigh. Sally mewled in delight at seeing Alix’s svelte curves in all their fullness. She could not imagine a man who deserved to possess Alix’s delicious body. It gratified Sally immensely to think that it was hers instead.
She touched her tongue to Alix’s thigh and drew her tasting touch along its roundness, up, up, leaving Alix’s petal-soft skin quaking behind her. It was as though Sally were teasing her way to Alix’s throbbing slit, beginning licks that should have terminated where she was most sensitive, but that never finished their projected journey.
As Sally came up to Alex’s core, so close to it that she was filled up with its aroma and the promise of her taste, Alix put her hands on top of Sally’s head and gasped, “All yours, YOURS!”
But Sally continued to test her, going back to needle her tongue in the proximity of Alix’s knee and then licking all the way back down to where Alix was soft and open and oh so ready for her.
“Come on, come on,” Alix pleaded, spreading herself with both hands to show Sally the moist pink sweetness waiting inside of her. But Sally kept going, slow and steady, tasting the sweat on Alix’s toned thigh muscle until it started to become the taste of Alix’s sex.
She stared at that offered, liquid taste—delighting in its convulsions, seeing how it ran glossily with perfumed wetness. Dripping down the curve of Alix’s groin as if to show the pathway to her inviting interior.
Sally wanted it as much as Alix wanted to give it to her. She wanted to fling herself down on that pussy, mouth open, tongue out, and fuck Alix as much as taste her. Entering her with decadently deliciously licks until Alix was screaming and beating her fists on the bed and pumping her hips and orgasming a liquid dessert for her lover.
But Sally held back. A quarter-inch of a time, she made her way along Alix’s inner thigh, touching each kiss of skin like it was as delectable as Alix’s offered slot. She’d learned for a long time what it was to want a woman. She taught Alix everything that she’d come to know, packing the yearning of years into every panting breath Alix expelled, waiting to be satisfied.
“Take my pussy, have it, have it, I can’t take this anymore!” Alix begged.
But if Sally could withstand the wait, she decided Alix could too. She once more set out on a tonguing journey, intent on making her way within an inch of Alix’s moist sex. Then she’d go back up to her knee and again she’d make her way down. Teasing and cajoling with each inch of flesh she traveled over. Making Alix feel the exquisite torment of need. And only when she wanted it exactly as much as Sally would she plunge her face into that longed for taste.
