the I Phelta Thi Sorority – Part 4 by Valerie Noirblossom
Dive into "The I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 4" by Valerie Noirblossom, a steamy erotic tale that explores passion, temptation, and the intoxicating dynamics of sorority life. Join the characters as they navigate desire and forbidden thrills in this captivating story. Perfect for fans of erotic fiction seeking an immersive and tantalizing experience. Read on for an unforgettable journey into lust and camaraderie!<br/>
I assist young University girls with their studies
Kelly lapped up my cream from Sarah’s pussy, bringing her to another orgasm or three.
“Now make love to Kelly, while I lie beside you and masturbate,” said Sarah. “I’ll fantasize that you’re cheating on me by fucking her.”
“Not yet,” said Kelly, with a little tremble. “Ooh, I do like your imagination. We can do that in a while. First I want you, V —” she pointed at me “—to faire la minette, as Pierre Louÿs would say. So I can sample the different flavors of pussy-licking.”
“Whoa, I didn’t know you spoke French,” said Sarah.
Kelly laughed. “Not very well. Only a few naughty phrases. Je veux que Monsieur V fasse le foutre dans ta visage lorsqu’il me fait la minette.”
“Huh?” said Sarah.
“She wants me to cum on your face while I lick her pussy,” I said.
“Well,” said Sarah. “Guess I should bone up on my foreign literature.”
“Speaking of bones,” I said.
“Already?” said Sarah. “I thought it took longer to get excited again, especially for a guy your age.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
I could tell Sarah approved of Kelly’s suggestion by the way she squirmed down on the bed until she was lying on her back with my cock dangling over her face, as I straddled her on hands and knees.
“The sword of Damocles,” she said, reaching up to draw a gentle line down its length with the tip of her finger. The sword grew more firm.
“Held up by merely a thread, wasn’t it?” I said. “I think the thread is ready to snap.”
“Hold on,” said Sarah, looking around. “Wasn’t there a nitrile glove around here? And lube? I want to try this.”
“Sure,” said Kelly, scooting those items over into Sarah’s reach.
I lowered carefully into Sarah’s mouth, feeling my girlfriend’s warm soft lips close around me as she tasted my sex, smeared with a thin but distinctly pungent layer of my cum and juice from her own pussy.
Meanwhile, Kelly lay down on her back in front of me and spread her legs so I could kiss her beautiful kitten. Its blonde hairs were an echo of those haloing her face, a face that contorted with angelic surprise and a little gasp as I found her clitoris with my tongue, inserting my finger to experience the rough softness of her G spot.
At the same moment, I felt a finger inserting into my own rear opening, plunging to immediately find its target. I moaned involuntarily, my voice vibrating Kelly’s cunt. My girlfriend must have studied her anatomy. Not to mention her linguistic technique.
I found my desire for Kelly growing. I wanted to do everything to her, lick every part of her body. Like a giant ice cream cone. I wanted to plunge myself deep inside of her and inject my seed into the heart of her soul, so that she would be mine forever. But not just yet. First I would bring her to the peak of pleasure, setting that imprinting in her mind, the indelible connection between me and her highest ecstasy, so that I would be her passion and desire, so she would long to be penetrated by my vulgar organ, she would be mad for me to take her.
Eagerly I set to work fanning the flames of Kelly’s desire, all but ignoring my girlfriend as she serviced my genitals, as I readied to empty my gross glop all over her face, while her finger plunged into the stinking cavity of my rear, the garbage exit, for the purpose of serving nothing but my pleasure. Her devotion to the task was exemplary. My humble servant, taking care of my needs while I pursued my passion.
My mind was on Kelly’s state of excitement as I carefully goaded and prodded, building up and drawing back according to her rhythm, raising the excitement then letting her breathe until she was just about to say something, then diving back in to increase the heartbeat and sexual pulse once more. Like a rapidly rising tide, the waves swept the shore then receded, ever higher and higher, until they met with the molton cauldron of orgasm.
Her first cry was so loud that it startled me, but it was by no means the loudest. Whoever was next door in the sex room must have been jealous. It almost made me slip in my duties, but fortunately I was able to maintain my focus and concentration. Again and again the gusher of sweet nectar flowed down my face.
The series of convulsions rose and fell too like waves, until she reached the crest of a particularly luxurious and slow climax, silently this time.
At that moment, Sarah twisted something inside me with her finger that sent me over the cliff. And so we came together, Kelly and I, as I spurted my goo first on Sarah’s tongue, then up her nose and across her eye into her beautiful curly hair.
Then Sarah cleaned up the drops clinging to my penis while Kelly collapsed, falling back exausted.
I rolled over onto my back beside the two of them to rest.
Shortly thereafter, Kelly slithered around so she could cover Sarah’s face with kisses as an excuse to lick up my cum.
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I dozed off briefly, and when I awoke, I was sandwiched between the two girls, lying on my right side facing Kelly with Sarah behind me, her warmth and her nipples pressed against my back. I felt comfortably swathed in the aromas of young women, with all their glorious juices and sweat.
“You know what I love?” said Kelly.
“Pizza?” I said.
“No, silly,” she replied. “I mean, everyone loves pizza. But that’s not what I meant.”
“Not me,” said Sarah. “I’m vegan.”
“OK,” said Kelly, “Everyone but Sarah.”
“So what do you love?” I asked.
“I got to cum on both of your faces. In the same night. Both of you got to taste my juice. It felt so naughty, having both of your tongues in my secret spot, one after the other.”
“Which one of us is better?” asked Sarah, behind me.
“Now, now,” said Kelly. “Don’t make me judge. It’s like strawberry and vanilla ice cream scoops. Natalia would be chocolate.”
“I don’t eat ice cream,” Sarah reminded us.
“Whatever. But it’s not like I would ever give up any of those flavors. Would you?”
“I don’t eat any of them,” said Sarah.
“Girlfriend,” I said, “You’re making life difficult.”
Sarah squeezed me to her. “It’s just that you seem to be falling in love with Kelly. You better not fall in love with Kelly.” She grabbed my cock. “See? You’re getting a hard-on from me just saying it.”
“Maybe it’s because you just grabbed my cock?”
“Guys,” said Kelly. “So have you heard of chakras?”
“Chocolate?” I said.
“No,” said Kelly, “that would be Natalia, the girl who told me about them.”
“You mean that Indian girl in the elephant dress with little mirrors all over it?”
“Yes, her.”
“Sarah had an idea of something we want to do with her. . .”
“Hey!” said Sarah.
I turned my head to look at her. “Can’t I tell her?”
Sarah frowned. “Well, OK, I guess.”
“Oh, tell me! Tell me!” said Kelly.
“We were thinking,” I continued, “if we could convince her to wear that lipstick AOC used to wear. . .”
Kelly got it. “Whoa, man, that’s hot. Yeah, she kind of does look like AOC, now that I think of it.” She thought some more. “Be sure to invite Sage along when you do. They make a good team.”
“Sage?”
“That girl with long curly red hair.”