Chapter 117: [117] Meaty Sandwich (2)

Their lips hovered only a breath apart. Both pairs of soft, parted mouths shot hot, feminine breaths across each other’s faces, humid, scented and heavy with restrained need.

Marcella’s full, spit-shiny lips curved into a slow, predatory smile as she felt Lara’s soft young body pressed tightly against her own soft, fleshy curves. The younger girl’s comparatively small breasts mashed into the massive soft weight of Marcella’s K-cups, nipples already stiff and dragging against the thin fabric.

“You know how much I’ve missed you…”

The soft, thick, husky voice hit Lara straight in the cunt like a physical punch. Her empty walls clenched hard and a fresh, warm trickle of clear juice soaked further into her already-damp panties, making the thin fabric cling stickily to her puffy lips.

“I can still feel you pressed against my skin,” Marcella murmured, leaning in even closer until her plump lips gently grazed Lara’s. The barest contact of soft, wet flesh sent a violent jolt racing down the younger girl’s spine and straight into her dripping core, making her hips twitch involuntarily.

Lara could taste the slutty, musky warmth of Marcella’s breath mixed with the faint residue of Daniel’s precum from earlier. Her heartbeat turned rapid and irregular, pounding against Marcella’s soft tits. Her stomach felt hollow with sudden, shameful, aching need.

Behind her, Daniel finally released the firm clamp on her stomach. His large hand slid lower, fingers finding the small golden circular ring that held the backless dress closed just above the curve of her ass. He poked and teased the sensitive hollow of that ring with deliberate, filthy pressure, making Lara flinch and tremble. Touch of Lust flooded through the contact like liquid fire, turning her eyes hazy and glassy. Thick tears welled up and trembled on her long lashes, ready to roll down her smooth young cheeks.

Marcella herself could barely stay in control. She wasn’t lying. She truly felt empty without this girl — as if Lara had been the missing half of her body her entire life and had only now returned. The realization left her feeling blessed, excited, and almost desperately, cunt-clenchingly thrilled. Her own used pussy still throbbed from the earlier piss-soaked penetration, leaking cream down her inner thighs under the maid skirt.

Her lips twitched with hunger. A naughty, girlish smile curved them.

“Lheave mhe… You guys are cheaterss…”

Lara managed to whimper against the older woman’s mouth, her voice already breaking.

Daniel shook his head slowly and glided his hand even lower onto the thick, soft flesh of Lara’s young thighs. He did nothing more than stroke and tease, simply enjoying the silky heat of her skin under his fingers, feeling the fine tremor that ran through her every time his fingertips brushed higher.

“How am I a cheater?” Marcella asked softly, still brushing her lips against Lara’s in tiny, teasing kisses.

“Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I sold my pussy to my husband. I’m still me. I still have my own desires…”

Lara kept squirming helplessly between their two bodies, rubbing her soft curves against both of them in frantic, useless movements.

In a single heartbeat Marcella captured the younger girl’s plump lips between her own with sudden, greedy force.

The sudden deep kiss shocked both Lara and Daniel. Lara’s eyes flew wide open. This was exactly what she had been afraid of, she wasn’t a lesbian… She thrashed harder, pushed, twisted, soft young body writhing,

only for Daniel to plunge his hand through the high waist slit of her dress and clamp hard around the soft, already-soaked mound of her pussy, forcing her entire body to freeze. Her lips parted wider in a startled, wet gasp, giving Marcella perfect access to the hot, wet inside of her mouth.

Marcella immediately thrust her soft, wriggling tongue deep past those parted lips, found Lara’s hidden tongue, and began to softly tug, poke, coil and suck around it with greedy, feminine hunger. Thick saliva immediately mixed and overflowed.

Daniel felt how completely soaked the thin panties already were. The soft outline of Lara’s puffy, swollen pussy lips was clearly molded against the silky fabric, the crotch darkened and translucent with her juices. He grinned darkly and leaned to her ear, voice low and filthy,

“Aren’t you quite the horny little girl… leaking so softly and secretly from your slit. Were you having dirty little fantasies during the shopping and dinner? Rubbing these soft thighs together under the table while thinking about my cock?”

The exposure of her secret flooded Lara’s face with burning, humiliating shame.

Crimson heat crawled up her neck and cheeks until even her ears burned. Feeling his thick fingers rubbing deliberately over her covered pussy lips forced her to buck her hips in a desperate attempt to throw his hand off

but every movement only made her soft young ass cheeks grind harder against the thick, hard length of his cock, making it throb and leak precum against her.

Because the dress was completely backless, the soft skin of her back was fully exposed. Daniel leaned in and sank his teeth into that smooth flesh in a gentle but possessive, marking bite. Lara’s frantic bucking instantly stopped. A broken, high-pitched moan poured from her throat straight into Marcella’s mouth.

Their soft lips bit and sucked at each other. The combined pleasure of the bite and the relentless rubbing on her pussy was so intense that Lara’s tongue began to shiver and twirl around Marcella’s of its own accord. Two hot, wet, feminine tongues lapped and coiled greedily, sucking with desperate fervor, tasting each other’s spit and the faint salt of earlier tears.

Thick, filthy smooching and wet slurrp… suck… schlick… glk sounds filled the narrow space between their joined mouths. Saliva overflowed from the corners of their lips in shiny, dirty streams that ran down their chins and dripped onto Marcella’s heavy cleavage and disappearing into Lara’s deep valley between her tits.

Lara melted.

She felt safe, relaxed… and most of all, needed. Her body went soft and pliant between them, thighs trembling.

Their lips finally parted with a long, wet schlick so they could drag in rapid, shaky breaths. Strings of thick saliva still connected their swollen lips. In that exact moment both of them felt hypersensitive and strangely calm at the same time.

Daniel grinned. He slid the soaked crotch of her panties aside with two fingers, exposing the shiny, pink, dripping little slit, and plunged his thick index finger straight into her tight, dripping little lips in one smooth thrust.

The sudden intrusion forced Lara’s cunt to clench violently around the invading finger. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth opened in a silent, broken scream,

thick spit flew directly onto Marcella’s lips, nose and cheek.

Touch of Lust assaulted the soft, velvety inner walls instantly. The overwhelming, amplified sensations ripped a small, involuntary squirt of clear, warm juice out of her, coating Daniel’s finger in slippery fluid that dripped down onto her thighs.

Feeling that sudden wetness, Daniel’s grin widened with pure, filthy delight. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, soft and cruel, while slowly pumping the single finger in and out,

“You came just from one finger inside… how horny are you, little girl?”

Shame burned hotter and wilder than anything she had ever felt. Even with her lips still shuddering and spit still connecting her to Marcella, Lara forced the words out in a broken, tearful voice,

“I… I’m your daughter’s friend… don’t you feel any guilt for what you’re doing to me…?”

Her eyes were thick with lust and glassy, but even now she didn’t want to hurt Anna. She was fighting every fiber of her own desperate, cock drunk need just to stop herself from begging for his thick shaft right that second.

Daniel’s voice turned colder, darker, while he added a second thick finger, stretching her tight young walls with a wet squelch.

“Shame? Where was your shame when you crawled across the floor on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat and latched onto my cock while I was fucking the bombshell you’re kissing right now?”

Marcella heard herself called a “bombshell” and blushed raw, the deep flush of a maiden hearing her crush praise her beauty. Her heavy tits rose and fell faster against Lara’s chest, nipples rock-hard and draggy.

For Lara the shame burned brighter than the sun. She could still remember crawling to that thick cock and balls… and God, she didn’t regret that decision even a little. The fucking she received that night had been the best of her life. She had felt blessed, alive, and needed. She wanted that same thick cock stretching her open every morning to wake her and every night to put her into a deep, fucked-out sleep… if only it didn’t belong to her best friend’s daddy.

Squelch… squelch… schlick…

Daniel pushed the two thick fingers deeper, curling them, and continued in the same low, filthy voice while Lara’s cunt fluttered and leaked around them,

“And if you’re thinking of staying away from my cock just because it belongs to your friend’s daddy… then know this. Tonight I’m going to deflower my sweet Anna’s virgin body. I’m going to stretch that tight little hole open with this same cock. I’m going to play with her holy virgin blood—”

But, before he could finish the sentence, Lara’s cunt clamped down so violently around his two fingers that he felt them might actually be snapped off. A fresh gush of juice flooded his hand.

Two simultaneous, shocked, high-pitched voices exploded in his face,

“WHAT!!!”