Potential - S01 E315

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Potential - S01 E315

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 315

"Fuuuck." Her toes curled, and her fists yanked the bedspread. 'Shit, I'm gonna scream."

"Do it, scream your head off. Rebecca poked the end of the feather into the gap where Deana's cheeks pressed against the mattress, drew it up her inflamed labia, across her groin, and in circles around Deana's belly button. She tightened against the goosebumps racing down her trembling legs.

"Ahhhh, please, please, stop," she begged, knowing her girlfriend wouldn't, and she wouldn't make her. "I can't take anymore."

The tip of the feather followed the groove up the center of her stomach, slipped between her tits, and went around each engorged nipple three times. "I've been looking forward to this for two days, Rebecca said and tickled Deana's throat. She kicked and squirmed while the feather moved from her left ear, down her jaw, over her chin, and up to the other ear. The tumbler's wide smile told Deana her scream was precisely what her girlfriend wanted, but it didn't bring an end to the torturous pleasure.

Rebecca reversed direction, circling Deana's tits again and flicked across the silky crowns. "I love the way they look when you're excited." Rebecca sat back on her folded legs and pointed the feather at Deana's crotch. "Ooh, that too. You're leaking. Yummy."

Deana pulled her knees up and threw them open. "Stop teasing," she thrust her pelvis into the air, "and make me cum."

"That shouldn't be hard. Rebecca giggled, reached under Deana's body, and brought the feather back between her cheeks, over her puckered anus, and upward, following the moist joining of her swollen lips. "Get ready."

"Oh, I'm fuckin' ready," she said and shoved her hands into her lower back, bracing herself.

Rebecca put a finger in her mouth, sucked it seductively, and removed it glistening with spit. 'God, you're beautiful." She traced the drooling slit up and down, then used a thumb on each side to push the fleshy swells apart, exposing the fiery redness. A pitiful whimpering moan gurgled from Deana's throat when Rebecca blew a long, slow breath through the gash of blood enriched flesh. Deana's clit throbbed, bulging from its hood. She reached for it, but Rebecca knocked her hand away. "Not yet."

"Oh, please touch it, touch it, please, I need to cum, make me cum, please."

Rebecca got up on her knees, grabbed Deana's raised hips, and thrust her groin into Deana's crotch. Three hard fuck motions pushed Deana up the bed, then Rebecca dropped her. Deana reached back and rummaged pillows together under her head and shoulders. The tumbler catapulted her legs out and flopped face down between Deana's thighs. "If you're gonna cum, I wanna taste it"

She stared down at her lover's open mouth as it closed over her pubic bone. Rebecca's upper lip forced back the protective flap while the bottom lip drew upward, forcing Deana's clit to stand between them. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. Then it did; Rebecca's tongue lashed her clit. She slammed her thighs, her body coiled, sitting her up, then she flopped back onto the pillows. The sucking and licking intensified. Deana's pelvis bucked, but Rebecca held on for the ride. The thrashing continued until her body went slack, and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.

When Deana opened her eyes, Rebecca's chin was poking into the cushion of flesh just above her pubic bone. The girl licked her lips and said, "Dee, you came all over my face."

She blew and sucked air while the tumbler crawled up her body, then she licked a big circle around Rebecca's mouth and said, "You made me do it."

"Mm, yes, I did, and I'm not sorry."

"Oh, God-"Deana gasped-"neither am I." She took several breaths, enjoying the feel of Rebecca's hard, pointy nipples bumping against hers, and the way their stomachs moved together with each breath. Like two puzzle pieces, their bodies fit together perfectly. Deana wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca and used them to crush the girl into her. "Damn it; I love you so much."

"It's a good thing," Rebecca kissed the tip of her nose, "because you'd have a hard time getting rid of me."

The boner Evan left Rebecca's with, had subsided a while ago. Now, he was trapped with the softball sisters, trying to ignore what sounded like them all talking at once. Gloria, rode shotgun, of course, and Jayda sat behind her. When he glanced in the rearview mirror, there she was, smirking with the same, I can make you fuck me, expression she had on Memorial day. Evan refused to look at Gloria. Death would be favorable over Gloria finding out what he me, expression she had on Memorial day. Evan refused to look at Gloria. Death would be favorable over Gloria finding out what he did to her best friend behind Miss Tonya's shed. In his defense, that was before he knew Gloria was in love with him and before Deana and Candy. Why wouldn't 1, he asked himself, thinking about Jayda in her backyard. The girl was naked under him while his hands spread oil on her hot skin. Who wouldn't have fucked her?

Evan took a long look at Jayda, trying to read her, but his dirty mind showed him a picture of the freak spraying piss on the wall of the shed. She's gasoline, he told himself, and I'm a lit match, keep your distance.

It was a relief when they reached the ballpark without anyone saying something he would regret. Evan popped the trunk and got out of the car while the softball sisters complained about being there too early. He had no intention of keeping them a minute longer than he had to.

At the trunk, testosterone made Evan grab three straps and lift Alex, Jayda, and Gloria's bags with one arm. The girls noticed, and he realized how accustomed to playing with fire he had become. It was dangerous, and therefore exciting, and so hard to resist. "I gotta go, Evan said.

"What are we supposed to do?" Gloria whined.

"Practice throwing and dropping the ball," he said.

"For your information," Jayda said, 'we're the best girls on the team, and I'm pitching in the next game."

"That's right' Alex said, "and I'm the shortstop."

Gloria grinned. "Third base."

"It's about time," Jayda said, and Alex joined her, giggling.

Before his sister's face reached crimson-anger, and she could say anything, Evan grabbed her, turned his back to the other girls, put his hand between their mouths, and kissed it. Gloria's tongue worked its way between his fingers, so he sucked in and and gave her what she wanted.

"Okay, see ya later,' he said. Alex and Jayda's jaws were hanging.

With her hands on her hips, Jayda asked, "What about me?"

Thank God, he thought, that's what I was counting on. Jayda pulled her shoulders back and shoved her chest out. Dammit, wasn't counting on that. The little vixen wasn't wearing a bra, and the caps of her mini ski jump tits were stiff. His evil mind pictured Jayda's knees bent, turned out, and her groin thrust forward, piss splashing off the shed. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck her on the back of the car while Alex and Gloria watched.

"Fine." He shook himself mentally and winked at Gloria. She smirked her approval, so he whirled Jayda around, put his hand between them, and kissed the back of it. Jayda's disappointment was obvious, but it didn't stop her from grinding on him. He pulled away and started toward his door, ignoring Alex.

Gloria said, "Hey,' and Jayda shoved the pouting tomboy at him.

He grabbed the stumbling girl and spun Alex against the car. That's when he realized how much he had wanted to kiss the shy tomboy. His body shielded them, so he laid one on Alex. Shy maybe, he thought, sexy, definitely. The girl's pouty lips and hot mouth were experienced and lust provoking. He raised his knee into the door opening, shoving his thigh up into the girl's crotch. Immediately, Alex was humping it. The poor kid was going to have a hard time convincing the other sisters it hadn't been a fake kiss. A moan escaping into his mouth made Evan step back. If he hadn't, his pants might have burst into flames. He moved Alex aside and jumped in the driver's seat. Maybe playing with fire was too dangerous?

After some dictation and housework, Candy returned to the kitchen table with an English muffin and stared at John's chair, the one Evan had been sitting in since her husband left for China. There had been a time when Candy waited anxiously for his return. praying there wouldn't be a delay, now, Evan was the only person she ever wanted to see sitting at the head of the table.

A flash of reflected light caught Candy's eye. Finally, she thought as Sally's car drove up. Relax, Sally doesn't judge you. Candy got up and looked out the bay window. Sally got out, walked toward the house, and stopped between her car and the porch. Maybe to check out the surveillance cameras, Candy thought. Her sister's hair was blazing red in the sunlight, but Sally's face was pale except for the freckles on her nose. There was a tattered box in Sally's hands. Candy recognized the name of the shoe store, but it had gone out of business years ago. Candy wiped her eyes and hugged herself. Sally didn't want to come in, and someplace in the far recesses of Candy's mind, she thought she should understand why, but she didn't.