Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Three, part 3
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She pressed herself back hard against the seat, closed her eyes, raised her
legs, planting her feet against the seatback before her and spread them wide,
using her fingers to deftly gather up the folds of soft, shimmering cloth
that covered her now itching, aching, needy pussy. And then her fingertips
were sliding up her thigh and brushing over the lips and with a shock of
pleasure that jolted her to the core she could feel the flow of her own slick
moisture as the digit slid effortlessly between the throbbing folds of flesh
and found her engorged, quivering clit. She moaned deeply at the shock of
sensation that flooded her, her finger beginning to move in rapid, light
circles around the small, swollen bud of flesh. She wanted a tongue against
her, stroking her, tasting her. She wanted a cock, any cock, parting and
filling her, taking her still in tact virginity, stretching it, breaking it,
pressing deep into her and pistoning the inner walls of her pussy in hard,
fast strokes. She felt something press against her chest and her eyes shot
open. The small, grey steward was there, his huge, black eyes sparkling with
something akin to delight, his delicate finger pressing against the release
catch of the harness straps that held her to the seat. As if surrendering the
catch clicked, the straps loosened and Debbie felt herself starting to drift
upwards, out of the seat, floating into the open space above the row of
seats, weightless. She drank in the smothering, overwhelming sense of freedom
and lightness that consumed her even as her fingertip continued to stroke her
clit and her limbs floated wide and weightless. The sensation was utterly
possessive, wrapping her in a formless cloak of divine pleasure that pulsed
and throbbed through every nerve, radiating out from the tiny bud of her clit
in deep, electric waves. With her eyes closed she allowed her mind to drink
in the distant, floating chorus of female sighs, whimpers and groans of
pleasure arising from the other passengers throughout the craft and added her
own deep sighs to the cacophony of self-focused lust that drifted in the air
around her. The pulsing waves of tense pleasure caused her body to begin
trembling as she felt them rise deep within her every pore and cell, and then
she felt the brush of a light hand on her ankle, delicate fingers closing on
it, her body being gently turned in the weightless space of the cabin. Her
eyes slid open, reluctant to release the pleasurable abandon she was drowning
in, and she saw the other woman, arm extended, hand closed on Debbie’s ankle,
slowly pulling her through the air, eyes bright with lust, lips curled in a
warm, possessing smile. Debbie watched with detached fascination as the
raven-haired beauty drew her closer, her head slipping between Debbie’s
widely drifting thighs, face slowly coming nearer and nearer the join of her
legs until, at last, the woman’s eyes slid closed and Debbie felt the
rocketing shock of her lips and tongue against her own hot, moist pussy.
Almost against her will Debbie’s eyes slipped closed, her head lulling back
in a kind of surrender, whether to her own pleasure or that of this beautiful
black haired sister whose tongue tip nudged aside Debbie’s finger and began
swirling over her clit she could not say. All thought of what was forbidden
or shameful flashed from her mind, of no more consequence than a bursting
soap bubble against a leaf. Her entire universe now was nothing but a
cascading flood of sexuality, flooding from and feeding into every pore of
her body. From somewhere she felt a tickling pressure on one of her jutting,
tight nipples, then fingers closing to pinch it, sending fresh shocks of
delicious sensation roaring through her. She felt her body go utterly limp,
letting the waves of possessing pleasure flood through her, savoring them,
wishing them never to end, never to slacken or abate, never to leave her.
When the faint, tangy scent of womanly lust floated into her nostrils,
followed moments later by the light press of soft, smooth skin and felt the
slick moistness leaking from folds of warm flesh Debbie merely sighed, parted
her lips and extended her tongue tip, feeling the acrid sweetness of the
fluid flow over it, hands reaching to gently grasp her head, the hips
shifting until the tight crease of the clit hood was against her mouth. With
a flush of increased, excitement Debbie pressed out, stiffening her tongue,
feeling the hood slip upwards and the clit beneath pressing hard onto her
tongue. Then the unknown, unseen strangers hips began to rock, using Debbie’s
tongue, riding it in self-administered strokes. As Debbie felt her own orgasm
ripple upwards, her body stiffening, legs pulling closed around the head of
the stranger whose mouth possessed her pussy, the felt the legs around her
own head flutter, close, open and at the same moment her own cumming crashed
through her tasted the wet gush of fluid against her tongue as her face was
pressed tightly against the soft folds of flesh that surrounded her mouth.
The shocking, roaring blast seemed to double on itself, her body jolting,
breath gasping against the strangers pussy as she struggled to swallow the
cum that flowed into her mouth even as she could feel her own cum being drunk
from the font of her pussy. Ripples and blasts and waves of sensation rolled
through her, unlike anything she had ever conceived, until, at last, they
began to ebb away, leaving every nerve tingling, glowing, carrying something
akin to a thick charge of sexual static. The hands entwined in her hair
relaxed, slid free and the strange pussy floated off of her face. A moment
later the mouth at her own pussy delivered a tender kiss against the folds of
throbbing, sensitive flesh and was gone. And Debbie was drifting, floating,
weightless and untouched in the endless space of her own universe of sexual
satisfaction. So the mystery had at last been partially swept aside, she
thought vaguely. At last she knew what Donna had always teased her about,
what all her friends would smirk and giggle and blush over. And at last she
realized that everything she had heard, sensed or wondered about was nothing
compared to the reality of sexual pleasure. A relaxed, knowing smile floated
over her lips. She wanted more. Much more. When she felt the light, delicate
fingers on her shoulders, the sensation of her body being gently pushed,
steered and guided, she did not even bother to open her eyes. She merely
drifted, through the air of the cabin and outside her satisfied flesh as she
felt herself delicately and gently maneuvered back to her seat and strapped
back into place. She crooned a contented moan and allowed herself to float
away on the last, fading ripples of pleasure. And then she slept.
To be continued…
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