New shivery sensations shot through her body as she felt the silken smoothness of her robe slowly part and slide over the firm globes of her breasts, rubbing delightfully at the stiff aching hardness of her nipples.
Her eyes fluttered open for a brief second, just enough to glimpse into the bedroom and see Paula and Kate busily using their hands to bring Bryan's cock back to its full manly size. Then she closed her eyes again and lost herself in the marvelous tingling sensations that filled her as his hands cupped beneath her bared breasts.
Softly manipulating, his hands drifted around the under curves of her pink tits, as if feeling out their true proportions. It was a gentle massage that eventually worked around the broad circumferences of the fleshy mounds. The feel of his hands on her body was exquisite. Fresh waves of deliciously tingling thrills suffused from her breasts throughout her whole body. Moaning softly, she snuggled back even more, resting in the arms that surrounded her.
In a barely brushing movement, his palms circled the bountiful bulges of her tits. Slowly, ever so slowly in a taunting, teasing fashion, he worked. Upward and around his hands spiralled, his skin lightly kissing the summery heat that radiated from the gentle curves of her flesh.
Again she wiggled back, her breath hissing under the tantalizing manipulations. Her chest heaved as her breathing became labored and aroused.
Then his palms were hovering over the coral buds of her nipples. She could feel the warmth soothingly suffusing from his hands and mingling with her own sexual heat. He brushed cajolingly over the erect, rubbery points of flesh, his mouth dropping to her neck as she groaned with mounting excitement.
There was nothing abrupt about his movements. Everything was natural and flowed together. His hands closed over her breasts and lovingly squeezed into their pliant firmness, eliciting even more moany little sounds of pleasure from her lips.
Gently he kneaded, molding her flesh under his wonderfully exciting fingers. She had never doubted that he knew her body and how to give her what she wanted and needed. But this was fantastic. A slowly building explosion inched higher and higher in her willing and ready body.
With more pressure now, his hands kneaded into the fleshy globes of her tits. He squeezed and rolled their pillowy shapes against her chest, then pressed them down into her so that their roundness pancaked out from under his palms.
He wasn't rushing her or himself. His fingers maneuvered their way back along the sleek, sloping path to her nipples. Gently, he tapped the erect tips and again a sharp in-rushing hiss of aroused pleasure came from her lips, filling the small alcove.
Around and around, the tantalizing digits circled the hardened buds of flesh, creating all sorts of fantastic sexual friction that burned, ached, throbbed and aroused all in the same instant. His fingers scissored around the taut buttons, their pinkness glowing red with desire.
His all-knowing hands moved away from her breasts and drifted with titillating determination down over the quivering flatness of her belly. She groaned now, pushing herself harder against his supporting body, wiggling her flaring curved buttocks against the swollen bulge in his pants, tempting him, urging him, luring his fingers even further downward.
She sucked her breath in a sharp, deep hiss of excitement, when his fingertips finally brushed into the silky, curling triangle of her pubic moss. Slowly he weaved lower, his finger finding the moist cleft of her loins and running down the dipping slit.
Up and down the lubricious lips of her sex his inciting digit glided, but refused to slide into the pulsing slash of her cunt. He teased her, taunted her, toyed with her body, until her pelvis moved in a slow motion gyration to match his playful touch.
Then and only then, did he wiggle his finger up into her pussy.
She groaned, pressing herself closely to him. She accepted the tickling probings of his finger for what it was meant to be-an exciting appetizer to the main course that would soon come.
She was wet inside. She could feel the sexual juices that flooded the heated hole of her sex and she could hear the wet sounds his finger made as it slowly pumped in and out of her.
Like a small cock, he worked his delving digit into her pussy and she loved it. She relished each dipping, twirling motion he made. She trembled as his finger crammed into her cunt at an ever increasing pace. He twisted and turned, then slipped another finger into her vagina, packing her that much fuller. She groaned and ground her pelvis down on the double digital impalement of her sex.
Then there was another finger, tauntingly gliding along the moist crease of her labia. It dipped between the plump pouted outer lips and inquisitively tapped at the extending nubbin of her clit. There was no moan this time. She groaned, long and low and filled with the growing desperation of her desire.