What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [49]
And then, oh God, it struck—the wildest orgasm of her life. As Brent had promised, she screamed as it barreled through her. She pumped at his mouth and thrust her breasts upward, still hungering for more sexy touches. She shut her eyes and let every hot pulse assail her, infuse her being, make her forget everything but coming, coming, coming.
And when finally it faded, she was ready to relax, recover—but before she could even process what had happened, Brent rose from between her thighs, his handsome face sticky from her juices, to say, “You did so fucking good, baby. Now get ready for more.”
Chapter 6
Oh Lord, more? Right now?
And then it hit her—he was going to fuck her. With that big, hard cock that had been jutting through his pants like a missile through the entire fantasy. Thank God!
“Sasha,” he said then, “come lick this sweet cunt, since I know you want another taste of it.”
Just barely over her orgasm, Jenna’s body went numb. Sasha? He wanted Sasha to eat her? Moreover, he wanted her to let Sasha eat her? Enjoy Sasha eating her? Above her then, she saw Sasha lick her lips and cast Brent a naughty grin while Barbie hovered on the other side.
Her eyes must have looked crazed, since Brent gazed down and lowered his voice in that commanding way. “Now you’re going to please your master by letting lovely Sasha go down on you.” Then, to her shock, he winked. “Who knows—you might like her tongue even better than mine.”
Jenna said nothing, but sucked in her breath as Sasha and Brent quickly traded places, Sasha now on all fours between her parted thighs. Despite her orgasm, her pussy still pulsed, her heartbeat still pounding there. Barbie eased one arm around her shoulder and used her free hand to again lightly caress her breast. And—mmm, God—her cunt vibrated harshly; she was somehow truly excited again, that quickly.
So when Sasha’s small tongue flicked over her clit, Jenna simply shuddered and sighed. Oh—oh, it felt good.
Sasha’s next naughty lick was longer, like Brent’s, traveling all the way up through her pink flesh, then running in a heated little circle around her still-engorged clit.
“That’s so hot,” Brent murmured, watching Sasha’s ministrations closely. Then he used both hands to reach between Jenna’s thighs and part the lips of her pussy even wider for Sasha’s next oh-so-deep lick.
“Unh.” Jenna heard herself groan as the sensation snaked through her, and despite herself, she was aroused by it all—by the way Brent held her open, wanting her fully exposed; by Sasha’s eager, sensuous feasting; by the fact that now Barbie bent over her to massage her breasts, looking enraptured by her task.
Soon, though, Sasha stopped delivering licks and instead sucked on Jenna’s swollen clit. Like before, with Brent, she couldn’t help thrusting as moans of delight echoed from her. Nothing happening here made sense—this couldn’t be her, this couldn’t be real, it was all too strange—but the onslaught of pleasure made her forget all that as she simply sank into it, soaking it up.
As Sasha sucked her clit, Brent, now using only two fingers to part her pussy, dipped to lick her erect nipple. Barbie still squeezed and massaged both tits and it gave Brent the opportunity to draw Barbie’s index finger into his mouth as Jenna watched. Once it was wet, Barbie extracted it, using it to dampen Jenna’s other hard, pointed peak—after which she bent to lick it as well.
Oh—oh God. Jenna sighed her pleasure—it was too much, literally coming at her from all angles. It felt as if her body floated on an ocean wave as she thrust in a smooth, even rhythm, undulating between Sasha’s mouth at her cunt and Brent’s and Barbie’s on her tits.
The whole room seemed to moan with her—she sensed pleasure all around her. She lifted her