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Excerpt from Jana
by Madison Langston
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My first thought was that a stray kitten had snuck into the apartment to nuzzle my ear. When I realized there was no cold nose and the tongue was warm and wet, I opened my eyes and found Jana lying next to me, nibbling on my earlobe. I wasn’t sure what to think. I smelled alcohol, not much, but I knew she’d had a drink or two. Rolling over to face her, I said, “Jana?”
With a teasing smile, she pinched her arm and said, “Yep, I’m me.”
I looked at the clock. I’d slept only twenty minutes. “Didn’t you go to the party?”
“I went, had one drink and left.” She snuggled up, and said, “I missed you.” She gave me a long kiss, and I felt a stirring between my legs. Only when I put my arms around her did I realize she was nearly naked. That and the way she kissed me left little doubt of her intentions. My pulse raced. I’d imagined our first time would be after an in-depth discussion about feelings and commitment and whether or not we would come into the open about our relationship. I hadn’t dreamed I’d wake up from a nap with Jana seducing me.
As she pulled back, her focus swung from my eyes to my chest, and she began unbuttoning my pajama top. I said nothing as she struggled through six buttons and laid my top aside. My bare breasts stared her in the face, and her expression darkened as she touched each in turn, brushing her fingertips frustratingly slow around and over my hardening nipples. I thrilled at her touch. I could have lain there forever watching her caress me with such fascination, but for months I been fantasizing about making love to her, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Rolling her over me, I switched positions so that my upper body was over hers. I said, “I love you, Jana,” and took her mouth with mine, kissing her with a hunger that was almost painful. I kissed her face, her nose, her eyes and down across her neck to her firm pointy breasts, both pink nipples already tight. I kissed one breast, nipping gently, then treated her other to a round of the same. She groaned and thrust her chest up for more. I worked the tips with my tongue, and her moans increased.
Moving back to her lips, I savored her sweet taste, cupped her left breast and fondled the nipple with my thumb until she whimpered. Sliding my hand down to stroke the inside of her thigh, I discovered a garment. Looking down, I saw she still wore her heavy winter leggings.
Starting the kiss again, I slipped my hand under the waistband and discovered she wore no panties. At the top of her pubic mound, I felt a patch of hair and visualized its color the same shade as the hair on her head. As my fingers moved lower to caress her pussy’s outer lips, she gasped into my mouth. Her thighs spread wider, and the humid scent of her sex reached me, causing the ache in my own pussy to grow.
Excerpt from Dawn
by Madison Langston
Story Number 2 of The Erotic Adventures of David Farrell
As Dawn lay there, lips parted and eyes begging my touch, I leaned in close to her pussy and inhaled her heated scent. Yes, I thought. The real thing is better. She moved her thighs apart, for better access, and I inhaled again; this time her fragrance was more pungent.
The lips of her sex parted at the top, and I could see her hardened clitoris peeking through. I planted a wet kiss on the center of her lust and gave a few licks across her clit. Moving up, I devoted a moment tongue teasing her navel. By the time I’d worked my way across her stomach and rib-cage, she was moaning. I kissed every inch of her soft breasts, then teased the tips with teeth and tongue.
Jenny goes Hollywood
by Madison Langston
Paul had removed trousers and underwear. His only garment was an open-down-the-front white shirt. Reclined in the armchair, he held my damp panties under his nose and watched his wife go down on me, stroking his erection with slow, gentle caresses.
The firm muscles of his tight abs and arms rippled as his arm moved. As I watched Paul’s palm pick up his leaking precum and smear it over the head and shaft, my nipples became pebbles. His penis must have measured nine inches and thick. Even in his large paw, it was a handful. I yearned to take its glistening head into my mouth and taste it, feel its satin smoothness on my tongue, and breathe the masculine scent.
Paul locked eyes with me. His wanton expression and the knowledge that he was aroused by what his wife was doing to me raised my lust to a level that banished rational thought. I submerged myself in erotic stimulation—Paul’s unhurried self-touching, Leica’s oral titillation, and the mingled sexual smells of three aroused people. My steady climb toward orgasm continued until I was precariously teetering on the edge.
Approximately 6800 words
FFM, masturbation, menage