Part 7: Group Study : Teasing my Pussy

Nancy
2 min readFeb 14, 2024

After the shower, with our bodies still wet and dripping, we found ourselves unable to keep our hands off each other. He gently pushed me against the cold bathroom tiles, sending a shiver down my spine, contrasting the warmth of the shower we had just left. His mouth sought my breasts, which were now even more responsive due to the temperature difference. The soft, cool air made my nipples stand out prominently, yearning for his touch.

He began by kissing the swell of my breast, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he made his way to the sensitive peak. Once there, he took my nipple between his lips, suckling softly at first and then increasing the pressure. A gasp escaped my lips as he gently bit down, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through me.

All the while, I could feel his hardness pressed against me. Each time he bit down, he would thrust forward, causing his erection to slide against the slick, sensitive folds of my pussy. The sensation was tantalizing; his tool teasing my entrance, but never fully entering, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy.

Reveling in the pleasure he was giving me, I reached behind and grasped his firmness, guiding him more firmly against me. The friction of him rubbing against my wetness was driving me wild. The teasing became more intense, and several times he pressed just the tip inside me, causing my legs to tremble with anticipation.

Without warning, he spun me around so my back was now pressed against his chest. His hands roamed freely over my body, one hand fondling my breast while the other snaked its way down to where I craved his touch the most. His fingers lightly traced the wetness, teasing my swollen clit.

He positioned himself so that with each motion, his shaft rubbed the length of my backside, occasionally pressing against my entrance. It was agonizingly delightful, the sensation of him being so close yet not quite where I needed him most.

Suddenly, he pulled me closer, and I could feel the tip of his shaft at my entrance, pressing and teasing but never quite entering. Each movement was calculated to drive me closer to the edge. The combination of his mouth on my breasts, his fingers teasing my clit, and his tool rubbing against me was too much to bear. I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, every touch amplifying my need for release.

This dance of teasing went on until we both were breathless and desperate for more.

--

--

Nancy

Spice up your life. We are writers with experience which we love to share. Follow me.