Seducing a Girl (Slow, Public Mast., Romance)
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She was breathless. I could smell the intermingled perfumes of Justine
and the girl, underlined with a deeper musk.
Justine leant forward and pressed her lips briefly to mine.
Then turned her head towards the girl.
The girl opened her eyes and they smiled at each other; so close their
noses were almost touching.
“Oh, my,” the girl was breathless. “He <i>is</i> good.” Her eyes
flicked to me then back to Justine.
Justine smiled in approval.
Then they kissed. Just lips, no tongue. And just briefly. But I felt
my erection straining in my jeans.
They both turned to me.
I am guessing I had a comical look on my face because they both broke
into wide smiles.
I have to admit that I blushed.
“You’re really cute,” the girl said, then leaned towards me once more.
I pressed my lips to her’s and our kiss resumed.
I brought my hand up to caress the side of her face, stroking in time
to the thrusts of my tongue.
She moaned into my mouth.
As I traced my fingers along her jaw and down onto her neck I felt
Justine’s lips caress the back of my hand.
I moaned into the girl’s mouth.
Justine shifted her weight on the sofa and I felt her hot breath on my
ear. “Put your arm around her shoulder,” she whispered.
I pulled my arm out from under me and slipped it around the girl. She
relaxed into my shoulder. Our kiss continuing uninterrupted.
Justine started to kiss my ear, her lips and tongue sending electric
sparks the length of my body; pooling in my balls.
My tongue probed deeper in to the girl’s mouth, as my erection swelled
in my jeans.
The girl tried to move her arm, but it was trapped between our bodies
and I made no move to allow her to free it.
Instead, as Justine continued to kiss my ear, I dropped my hand onto
the girl’s breast. I had not noticed but she wore no bra. Her breast
was firm and elastically responsive as I gently squeezed. Her thin T-
shirt did not provide much of a barrier and I could clearly feel the
sharp point of her erect nipple pressing hard into the palm of my
hand.
The girl shuddered, her tongue less active in our kiss.
Justine’s lips left my ear and I felt her arm come around the girl on
top of my own. Her hair brushed the side of my face and I half opened
my eye to see her lips descend onto the girl’s ear.
The girl moaned into my kiss, arching her body and pressing her breast
hard against my hand.
I flexed my fingers in time to the thrusts of my tongue.
Justine slipped her hand between the girl and me, cupping her other
breast and making the girl shudder again. I could feel the knuckles of
Justine’s hand press into my chest as she massaged the girl’s breast.
I started to synchronise the thrusts of my tongue and the squeezes of
my hand with Justine hand on the girls’ other breast.
The smell of the girl’s heat permeated her perfume.
In a moment of clarity I realised what we must look like to the room
full of party guests.
My heartbeat raced, my stomach tied itself into knots and I had an
even harder erection straining in my jeans as I had a vision of me
french kissing a girl I’d never seen before; my hand cupping her
breast as Justine softly kneaded the other and gently licked her ear;
while the whole party looked on.
The clear vision of our three bodies intertwined on the couch in the
middle of the party was quickly washed away by the rising tide of my
baser emotions and sexual instincts.
I was lost in a sensual haze of touch, taste and smell. I couldn’t
tell you if my eyes were open or closed, I could see things but I
wasn’t really looking at them. What my tongue and fingers were doing
was consuming me. And my heart beat so loudly in my ears that I would
not have heard a bomb go off.
Justine’s hand dropped from the girl’s breast onto the girl’s thigh.
She started to slowly rub up and down, pulling the girl’s skirt a
fraction higher up her thigh.
While the girl’s arms were trapped between her body and ours there was
enough room to allow her some movement for her hands. On my leg she
pressed the denim of my jeans so hard I felt it might leave a
permanent impression on my thigh. A quick glance told me that the
fingers of her other hand gripped the naked flesh at the top of
Justine’s leg, her fingers spread wide and making deep indentations in
Justine’s inner tights as her fingers clenched and unclenched with the
same frequency that my hand squeezed her breast and my tongue probed
her mouth.
Justine ran her hand up and down the girl’s thigh, her fingers going
slightly higher with each stroke until she was slipping them under the
girl’s skirt.
The girl wanted to spread her legs, but with Justine and me pressing
so close there was not enough room for her to spread them wide. So
Justine lifted the girl’s leg and hooked it over her own knee,
allowing the girl to slump her hips forward and spread her legs.
Justine’s hand pushed up under the girl’s skirt. And stayed there.
With the girl’s skirt bunched at her crotch and Justine’s hand making
circular back and forward moments, there was no mistaking what Justine
was doing to her.
The girl ground her hips against Justine’s hand.
I squeezed her breast and probed her mouth with my tongue.
Justine started to move her hand in and out.
The girl spread her legs wider, pushing her thigh up over mine and
sliding her hips to the edge of the couch. Her skirt flipped up
revealing she wore no panties. And clearly showing Justine’s middle
two fingers sliding into her slick pussy.
The girl arched her back as Justine ran her thumb along the girl’s
slit. Squeezing her fingers inside the girl’s pussy, she held her for
a long moment. The girl tensed, arching her back, pressing hard
against me and only relaxing her body when Justine relaxed her hand.
I continued to kiss the girl.
Justine started slowly slipping her fingers in and out of the girl.
The girl moaned into my mouth, her probing tongue softening, her head
rolling back against my shoulder.
I kept thrusting in and out with my tongue, my hand squeezing her
breast.
Justine was slowly increasing the speed of her fingers.
The girl shuddered again.
Justine ran her thumb along the length of the girl’s slit, rubbing up
and down as her fingers slid in and out, flicking the girl’s clitoris
with each stroke.
A sheen of sweat covered the girl’s skin. The palm of my hand was
pressing damp cotton into her tight breast. Underneath I could feel
her heart pounding and she started to shake her shoulders from side to
side, her head rolling back and forward, as I continued to kiss her.
Justine started to whisper into her ear.
With the pounding in my ears I could not make out what Justine was
saying, but I could imagine the delicious sensations that her lips and
hot breath were making on the girl’s ear.
The girl shuddered and moaned.
I could feel the vibrations Justine’s mouth was sending down through
the girl’s body meeting the vibrations her fingers and thumb were
sending up her body from her pussy and clit.
Justine’s fingers were starting to really speed up now, making a
little “slish, slish” noise as they raced in and out of the girl’s
pussy. Her thumb rubbed back and forward on the girl’s clitoris.
The girl was rocking her hips back and forward making the couch creak
in time to her thrusts. Her breath coming in hot pants as I held my
tongue in her mouth, my hand gripping her breast as she rocked her
whole body on Justine’s fingers.
I moaned.
The girl moaned.
I could hear what Justine was saying to her.
“Cum for me. Oh, yeah. Cum for me, sweet girl. Oh, baby cum, cum now,”
in a horse whisper.
And the girl did.
Her whole body tensing up, going completely immobile for one long
moment, before one great shudder ran through her; her hips bucking
against Justine’s fingers; her body flaying from side to side, her
head slamming back and forward.
Her first thrust knocked my head away and I kept my head back, my lips
smarting from the impact.
The girl slammed her head back against the sofa, over and over. Her
pussy clearly making a slick, slurping sound as it convulsed around
Justine’s fingers. Her hips bouncing up and down making the whole sofa
shake and creak as Justine held her hand still and the girl fucked
herself against Justine’s fingers. Harder and harder she thrust, her
hips bouncing higher and higher with each thrust.
Until she let out one long low scream, her body arching up high
against Justine’s fingers for one long timeless moment.
Before her body fell back onto the sofa…
.. and everything went still.
Slowly I became aware of the sound of the party’s dance music. The
stereo blasting its music over a palpable silence.
Justine gently took her hand away.
The girl slump against the sofa. Her breath was still ragged, her t-
shirt soaked in sweat.
Justine kissed her cheek and she shuddered as one last aftershock
raced through her.
“Shush, my pretty,” Justine whispered, brushing the girl’s damp hair
from her sweat covered face. “That was gorgeous.”
The girl half smiled, rolling her head towards Justine.
Justine kissed her gently on the lips.
“Bye for now,” Justine untangled herself and stood.
Smoothing down her skirt she walked passed the silent crowd.
I was half dazed myself. But I did not want to be left behind by
Justine.
“Err, thanks,” I blurted out.
The girl roll her head towards me, her eyes half closed, a smile on
her lips.
Gently I pulled my arm from around her and scrambled to my feet.
The girl was starting to come out of her daze. Her smile fading as her
afterglow faded and her eyes opened and looked at the crowd
surrounding us.
Justine slipped through the crowd seemingly without a care in the
world, oblivious to the stunned stares all around her.
I blushed so deeply I felt as if my entire face and chest was on fire.
Between the blood in my erection and the blood burning my face it’s no
wonder I felt weak as I struggled to make my way after Justine. I
assume I followed Justine through the crowd, out of the house and down
the garden path. But I have no actual memory of how we came to be
standing once more on the street outside.
Even though the stereo still blared I could feel the stunned silence
emanating from the house.
Justine took one look at the expression on my face and broke into the
biggest belly laugh I have ever seen. She gripped her sides and bent
over as her laughter convulsed her.
I started to speak, “What the …” the hell just happened… did you
just do …did I just do… the fuck is going on!
Then her laughter caught hold of me and I to burst out too, holding my
sides, bent nearly double with convulsions.
The two of us leant against each other, laughing like maniacs, for the
longest time.
Finally our laughter subsided.
As I calmed down I looked at Justine.
She looked so beautiful in the late summer sunshine, still laughing in
relieve and release. The smile on her face and the sparkle in her eye
stole my heart once more.
I stood up straight composing myself as Justine’s laughter faded. I
put my arms out and she stepped into my hug. I wrapped my arms around
her and held her close.
The heat of our bodies seemed to melt the thin cotton of our summer
clothes
Justine put her hands on my shoulders and pressed close to me.
I could feel her hard nipples as she hugged me tight.
She pressed her abdomen firmly against my erect penis.
I held her close realising just how turned on I still was.
And she too, I had no doubt.
Her musk filled my senses, her body heat surrounded me. I could hear
the pounding of my heart in my ears and feel the racing of her heart
beneath her breast as she held herself close to me.
“That was fun, wasn’t it John?” she whispered into my shoulder.
‘Fun’ was not how I would have chosen to describe it. I think I was in
a state of shock I answered, “Yes. It certainly was.”
“Do you think that girl was expecting to have an orgasm in the middle
of Barry’s birthday party,” she laughed
“No,” I laughed back. “I bet nobody was expecting that.”
“You should know, John,” Justine mocked chided me, “that when it comes
to me you should always expect the unexpected.”
“Hmm,” I considered. “When it comes to you,” I bent my head and kissed
the top of her head, “everything I have experienced so far has been
‘the unexpected’.”
Justine squeezed me close for a moment. “I can’t guarantee you
anything,” she laughed. “But I can assure you, if you stick with me,
that you will live in interesting times.”
“Huh,” I laughed. “Isn’t that an ancient Chinese curse.”
She laughed and hugged me close for another moment.
“Speaking of Chinese,” she said. “Didn’t you mention that you had
booked a table for us.”
“Err, yes,” I had almost forgotten.
“Good. I’m starving,” she turned, breaking the hug, but taking my hand
in hers, she led me down the street.

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