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MICHELLE PEYTON
"Harrison."
She was the last person I'd expect to run into especially right now. It wasn't surprising that she was at a s*x party.
I tried to control the trembling in my legs but it only made it worse until it became unbearable.
Fuck! I need a release…
"Are you okay?" She was looking at my legs.
"Sure," I said, heavily uncertain. "I think so."
Jean sighed. "This is definitely your first s*x party. Didn't anyone warn you about the drink?"
My mind went back by a couple of hours and I remembered the last thing Corey had said to me just before she ran off.
Oh boy…
I was about to tell her to f**k off and mind her own f*****g business when I noticed she was just in as much agony as I was.
Her hands were unsteady and it wasn't because of the vibrator she was holding. She was breathing through her mouth.
"What's your excuse?" I asked, raising my brow.
Her face turned ugly as she scowled viciously at me. "f**k off!"
"I wish I could but I need to get off and this is the only place I can do it."
I could see we were both in a sticky situation. It was the worst-case scenario of all worse case scenarios. This was the cherry on top.
Jean stared at my v****a and faked barf.
"What?" I asked, trying to control my rising anger.
She pointed at my pubic hair. "What's that monstrosity? Did a skunk crawl up there and die or are you just a Sashquash from birth?"
I wanted to fire back but her v****a was actually shaved and it looked pretty nice.
Damn it!
"My v****a is beautiful. Hairy as it is." I folded my arms around my breasts.
"You're what now?"
"You heard me. My vagina."
She scoffed. "Do people still use that word?"
Hot blood ran down my face. She was going to raise my blood pressure by being her bitchy self.
I had to be the bigger person if we were going to have any chance of surviving this.
My v****a was burning up and the only sound I could hear over her annoying whiny voice was my rapid heartbeat.
"Are you done with that?" I managed to say shamefully pointing at the vibrator.
She watched me for a moment mentally sizing me up. "Do you know how to use it?"
Hell no! How hard could it be? Turn it on and point it towards the juicy wonderland right?
"Not really."
She sighed.
"Come over here. I'll help you."
JEAN HARRISON
I'd gotten over the shock of seeing Michelle. She was annoying and sexually ignorant as a nun but I had to admit she had a pretty nice body.
Her breasts were huge. It was the type of breasts most girls had to go through numerous surgical procedures to get and yet here she was, all-natural. Some people were just born lucky.
There was something about her that made me wonder how she'd feel. Are her t**s soft? That ass…
So when she asked for the G-spot vibrator, I told her to come over.
She hesitated for a second but it wasn't like she had a choice. Neither did I.
Michelle sat beside me jerking from the effect of the drink.
I moved closer to her and ran one finger along the back of her neck. Her body's reaction was quick and intense. She was like a cup so full it was about to burst open.
"What was that for?" She demanded.
"Shut up before you make me regret this."
I could barely see her p***y over the thick layer of hair covering it. I slipped my fingers along her outer walls.
Goddamn, she's wet! I gasped.
Her p***y was dripping all over the damn place. It was like someone left the tap running.
My fingers teased her c******s. Her moans were ragged and choked at the back of her throat. I could feel the pressure of her lust baring itself in the choking sounds.
I slid a finger into her and it entered with a silent plop. Her p***y was warm and wet. It was so f*****g wet I didn't want to bring my finger out into the dry desolate world anymore.
Michelle pleaded for more. She needed more. She had to have more.
The sounds of her moans synchronized with mine. My p***y was throbbing for attention and as if she somehow managed to read my mind, Michelle's finger found my p***y.
MICHELLE PEYTON
"FUCKKKKK!" Jean moaned out as I shoved two fingers into her v****a.
She needed to feel what she was making me feel in double doses.
Her legs trashed out as I moved my fingers back and forth rapidly. Her face cringed and she bit her lower lip causing the sounds of her wail to die out deep within her.
Jean's finger in my v****a was doing so much harm. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't think; I couldn't even stop myself from trembling.
We were both locked in the jaws of hot sensual passion and the vibrator hadn't even come into play.
Jean pulled me closer and did something to me that destroyed my last gate of control.
She put her mouth on my n****e. Her tongue was gentle then rough alternating between both. It was too much for me to handle and I thought I was going to lose the battle.
The hot pressure in my v****a was at the very tip of the cliff about to jump off. I, I c —
Arrrrrgh….
Hot fluid forced Jean's finger from my v****a and sprayed it all over the place.
What is this? What the f**k is this sweet feeling?
Jean tapped my v****a fast and more bursts of this clear liquid shot up into the air.
I didn't want it to stop. My legs trembled and my body jerked in a spasmodic way.
"Stop," I begged weakly.
JEAN HARRISON
"Stop." Her voice was barely audible. "Please stop."
Michelle's eyes fluttered and I thought she was going to pass out so I stopped.
It took a while for her breathing to become even. Her chest heaved and I could see her heartbeat pounding like pistons.
Creamy fluid seeped out of my p***y. I'd c*m without even knowing.
"That was intense." She said laughing.
"Crazy intense." I agreed.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen a person squirt like that before."
"Really?" She turned on her side to face me.
I nodded. There was something special about Michelle Peyton. I am starting to see it now. There was a deep sensuality hidden within her and maybe just maybe if we worked together we might be able to get Mr. Willis.
"What?" She was trying to read my mind but I just shrugged.
"Keep quiet and help me stick this inside my pussy."
I passed the G-spot vibrator to her.
"Say vagina."
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