Potential - S01 E82

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Potential - S01 E82

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82

"I told you I did it!"

"I know, I know, but you also told me you weren't going to let him cum in you."

"That's your fault," Becky said.

"How is it my fault?"

"You started licking my clit and I lost my mind. It was crazy having him in me, filling me, and your tongue doing what nobody does as good as you. I knew it was coming, but I couldn't stop."

"I couldn't resist that giant clit." Darlene flicked her tongue at Becky. "The sponge will work, but if you really need double protection, get some rubbers.

I hate rubbers. Feeling that hot squirt inside me is so much better. I need the pill."

"I know," Dariene said.

"Was it good for you, just watching or did you want to-

"Hell yeah," Darlene said. "I wanted to try that cock too, but watching you was better. blew up on your brother's face when you sat down on that thing. I've never been so excited in my life. Letting your brother fuck you is so taboo. What could be better?

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wish we could have recorded it."

"It was too risky. There wasn't anywhere to hide the camera and be sure he wouldn't see it."

"I know, just wanted to see the look on your face. Too bad I couldn't get on him facing you."

Darlene put her hands on Becky's hips. "It was great, thank you."

Becky smiled. "Good, I'm glad, I'm glad you liked it."

"I did and now I can cross that off my bucket list.

Becky considered telling Darlene about the threesome on her bucket list. "Yeah, me too."

"Maybe we should put some clothes on so Jason can drive me home."

"Be more exciting to go naked, Becky said. "I love looking at you. You're amazing.

"Hmm," Darlene grinned, "naked could get us arrested, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun and give Jason something to think about. Wear your skirt... the one I got you. No panties, of course"

"Ooh, I like the way you think. He'll be so excited he won't even be worried about our mother anymore."

"Your mother catching you, whoa, I don't need thoughts like that floating around in my mind," Darlene said.

Becky said, "Me neither," even though having her mother see her with Jason's cock in her was one of her biggest fantasies.

Deana decided it wasn't time to analyze or discuss, so she turned and started towards Rebecca's room. Her friend followed. When she reached Rebecca's bed, she was nervous. Rebecca's hands came around her sides and circled her stomach, then their bodies were pressed together. There wasn't anything as soft or sensual as a girl's bare flesh. Deana's nerves settled.

Lips were more sensual. Rebecca lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She dropped her chin to her chest and Rebecca kissed her ear. She tried to turn around, but Rebecca stopped her. "Not yet."

The kissing lips moved to her shoulders, then down the center of her back. Deana watched Rebecca's hands move to her groin, then to her hips. Lips touched the crest of each butt cheek. Fingernails dragged down her legs and made her tremble, then a warm breath taunted the gap between her ass cheeks. Rebecca slid her hands up the inside of Deana's legs, stopping short of what Deana was ready to beg for. A stream of air blew across her wet pussy lips. She pushed back, but her friend made her wait.

"Turn around now," Rebecca said.

She did and found Rebecca sitting at her feet. Her hands slid up her thighs. They stopped on her ass. She held her breath while Rebecca's lips worked their way across from hip to hip, then Rebecca squeezed her ass and pulled her forward. She moved her feet apart in anticipation, but Rebecca only tortured her pulsing pussy lips with a stream of air. "Ah, please, please." Her friend's face told her begging wouldn't work. She was going to have to wait

until Rebecca was ready.

Rebecca moved on to her bellybutton, then continued up to her tits. 'I love these puffy pink nipples.

Deana ran her fingers through Rebecca's hair, tempted to push her in the right direction, but her own mouth couldn't have done a better job. Rebecca knew exactly how hard to suck and how long to flick and circle the tips. She was tender, yet forceful, and knew exactly when to switch. Rebecca was pushing her closer to what she expected to be the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Rebecca left her breasts and faced her. It was the same expression she'd seen in the kitchen. Neither of them needed to say it, this time, they knew. Rebecca held her by the throat and pulled their lips together. They had already had sex, given each other orgasms, but this was different. Sex had become love making, and Deana knew it wasn't going to be the most powerful orgasm, it would be the most meaningful orgasm she had ever had. How could there be anything wrong with loving somebody so much that you wanted to make then feel good, even if it was another girl?

The kissing stopped and they opened their eyes. Rebecca eased her onto the bed, and said, "Lay back," then she stood there, staring. 'Dammit, you're gorgeous...beautiful."

Deana looked at the little gymnast. Her muscular stomach tightened all the way to her groin. The raised wedge with its arrow of pubic hair flowed seductively down to that amazing pussy. Rebecca's slit barely crossed her pubic bone. Her sexy lips were hidden between those strong thighs. Deana Imagined them wrapped around her. Their power would make her feel safe and loved. She started to sit up, but Rebecca said, "Not yet," again, and pushed her down. "You first. I've been dreaming about doing this." She got on her knees beside the bed.

Deana had been dreaming too, but in her dreams, Rebecca kept turning into Evan and sometimes they were both making love to her. At Rebecca's touch, she opened her legs and closed her eyes. The anticipation had reached its peak. She had never needed to be touched so bad. "Please, Reb, please do it."

There wasn't a warm breath of warning, just a hot tongue plunging between her pussy lips. Her eyes popped open and her legs flew up. She grabbed them. Her body curved like the bottom of a rocking chair. Rebecca's top lips stretched, grabbing at her pubic mound while her tongue darted in and out, opening her deeper and deeper each time. She pictured Evan's hard dick. If Rebecca's tongue felt like that, what the hell would his cock do to her?