French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

began to grind. It was a grand relief to finally feel the weight and pressure of Felicia’s body where Liz burned and ached the most. Her pussy had gotten so very swollen and wet, desperate for stimulation, and now the dark-haired stripper was rubbing against her, riding her, taking her where she needed to go. Liz didn’t hesitate to push back, working her mound against Felicia’s. So intoxicated on sex that she no longer thought, only felt, Liz reached up for Felicia’s breasts. Round and soft in her hands, she squeezed and caressed as Felicia rode her and massaged her breasts, too. Liz twirled Felicia’s nipples, hard and erect between her fingers, following the urge to sit up slightly and rake her tongue over one beadlike crest. It felt like a pearl on her tongue, so innately feminine and sensuous. Both women purred and Liz did it again, this time to Felicia’s other breast.

The sensuous stripper moved her pussy in hotter, tighter circles and Liz matched her, getting closer and closer to the edge. When Felicia leaned low over her chest, raking her bare breasts lushly over Liz’s, it happened—the climax shot through her quicker than she’d expected, making her cry out in joy and relief.

The orgasm had been so long in coming that it was especially thick and intense. Each wave of pleasure engulfed her entire body and sent a fresh surge of moisture to her swollen mound. She pumped at Felicia’s pretty cunt, each thrust pushing their breasts gently together until Felicia spasmed, too, crying out in passion, and Liz knew she was coming, as well. They moved together, their rough lunges hard, hard, hard against each other, before slowly becoming softer, lighter, until their grindings were so delicate they were almost beginning to excite Liz all over again.

She flicked her gaze to the man a few feet away. Their eyes connected with beams of pure liquid heat. Her orgasm had been a hundred times more incredible knowing Jack was there, watching her come, watching her writhe against another woman.

Finally, Felicia backed off Liz and both let out slow sighs of recovery. Liz sat up and turned to find Morgan, still completely dressed in her tight mini, looking just as beautiful and sexy and only slightly spent. It gave Liz an idea. Jack had just given her an astounding gift, something she never would have experienced any other way, and now she wanted to surprise him, too.

She leaned up to whisper to Morgan. “Dance for him.”

Morgan’s pretty blue eyes met hers, shining with uncertainty.

“Start out just dancing, stripping, and then give him a lap dance. Whatever you feel like doing—okay?” Liz said.

So as the music continued playing, Morgan rose up on her incredibly high heels, stepped over to where Jack sat, and began to sensually sway her curves directly in front of him. He flashed a quick glance to Liz and she smiled, saying, “I’m back to taking charge again.”

“Mmm,” he said, and clearly understanding he was supposed to sit back and enjoy this, he turned his eyes on the delectable Morgan as she slid thin red straps from one shoulder, then the other, slowly pushing the dress to her waist. Liz thought she enjoyed looking at Morgan’s pretty pale breasts as much as Jack did.

Soon Morgan was easing the already ultra-short hem of the dress upward until it revealed that, like Felicia, she wore no panties, no flesh-colored g-string like out on the floor. A tuft of pale brown hair floated above a smooth-shaven pussy that she settled over Jack’s crotch.

Liz hadn’t been certain how she’d feel watching another girl give Jack a lap dance, but she quickly discovered that she loved watching her man receive the pleasure she’d decided he should have. He refrained from touching Morgan, keeping his hands gripped on the arms of the plush chair, but let his eyes slide up and down her body as she worked over him, caressing her own breasts, gyrating her hips.

Next to Liz on the couch, Felicia lounged comfortably, half lying down, lightly touching herself as she watched, raking her fingertips through her naked slit. Her eyes went glassy as she licked her full upper lip. The lush, erotic vision stole straight into Liz’s pussy, making it pulse with excitement again. God, the forbidden pleasures she was experiencing with Jack, because of Jack, were almost overwhelming at moments, leaving her to wonder how much exhilaration her body could handle.

As she shifted her gaze to the sexy lap dance, her breasts turned heavy, missing Felicia’s stimulation and compelling her to reach up and caress them herself. She massaged her soft globes and twirled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, all while she viewed the sexy lap dance. A glance from the corner of Jack’s eye told her the sight of her touching her breasts upped his excitement.

Morgan continued to dance on Jack’s lap, heated gyrations that crushed her crotch against his cock, firmly rubbing, raking over the length of the column Liz could see outlined through his pants. Jack looked fully intoxicated with lust as he watched the stripper grind against him. Although his only thrusts against her were small, gentle, his knuckles had gone white on the arm of the chair and Liz suspected it was all he could do not to push back harder. His soft, low groans added to the tension gathering and swirling in Liz’s pussy as she continued to tweak her nipples, mold her breasts. She wondered how long he could last, and just when she was sure he would come, he placed his hands at Morgan’s hips and gently eased her back from his erection.

“Stop,” he whispered, breathless, looking up into the blonde stripper’s eyes. “This is incredible, but I don’t wanna come.” He shifted his glance to Liz. “I wanna save it all for you, chere.”

Chapter 5

By the time Jack and Liz caught a cab to his place at the other end of Bourbon, his senses were on overload. She