Heart Song Anthology by Carolyn Faulkner (e reader pdf best TXT) 📕

a third person? She wasn’t sure where to look and who to touch, so she waited for someone else to take the lead.

Miranda took control. She placed a hand on Alison’s shoulder, turning her to face her. Alison saw Miranda in her full, beautiful nakedness. Alison couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous. She now knew why all the men wanted Miranda. She was tall, her breasts were larger and firm with long, erect nipples. Her flat belly led to a tuft of trimmed blond hair crowing her pink, puffy pussy lips. Even her feet looked perfect. Miranda’s ass was small, firm and round.

Alison wilted upon seeing Miranda’s body, conscious of her small breasts, her soft belly that never really did tighten up after the birth of her child, and her ass that was lower than it ever was. She became self-conscious, drawing her arms across her chest as Miranda stepped towards her.

Miranda pulled open Alison’s arms, wrapping her in an embrace. Miranda placed her lips on Alison’s cheek, gently planting a kiss on it.

“You are so beautiful,” Alison said giving in to Miranda, wrapping her arms around her, her hand sliding down to touch the small of her back.

“You’re the beautiful one,” Miranda breathed into Alison’s ear. The way Miranda said it, hearing Miranda’s voice in her ear, made Alison believe, in that moment, she was beautiful. She drew strength from Miranda’s whispered breath and embrace, holding her tighter, kissing her deeply, longingly, lovingly. Yes, she wanted this.

Miranda’s hands made its way to Alison’s breasts, gently cupping them, petting, and caressing them. Miranda’s hand slid over Alison’s belly, stopping there to caress her softness. Alison’s self-consciousness was gone as she warmed to Miranda’s touch. She marvelled at how different it was from Warrington’s. She loved Warrington’s touch, she always would, but his was different. Miranda seemed to know and understand her body instantly, what to touch, when to touch and how to touch. Miranda’s touch was a shared experience, Alison’s body touching her back through her fingers.

From her belly Miranda moved down, over Alison’s smooth, shaved pelvis, moving down Alison’s legs. Alison reacted in concert with Miranda, making way by sliding her bare feet ever so slightly across the carpet. Miranda’s fingers found Alison warm and wet, the anticipation of Miranda making her way between Alison’s legs excited Alison. Alison quivered when Miranda’s finger landed on her clit, her knees buckling a little as Miranda played on her slit.

Wrapped up in Miranda’s embrace, Alison lost track of Warrington until she felt him behind her, holding her shoulders again. He was naked now. Alison leaned her head backwards, placing it on Warrington’s chest, enjoying the feel of her firm, hard man behind her. As Miranda began inserting two fingers deeper into her, Alison spread her legs a little wider. Warrington held her steady. She could feel her juices flowing, and she loved it. She wanted more of her man, so she pressed her ass backwards, making contact with Warrington’s warm, hard erection.

Alison reached one arm behind herself, grabbing Warrington’s neck, pulling his head down to meet her wanting, hungry lips. With her other hand she reached back and grabbed Warrington’s penis, stroking it, squeezing it, enjoying the feel of the blood rushing through the hard shaft.

Alison roughly kissed Warrington, nibbling on his tongue and biting his lip as Miranda drove two fingers quickly, deeply into her. Alison didn’t know what to focus on more: the pleasure she felt between her legs or the pleasure she held in her hand. Her body decided for her. Alison felt the orgasm welling up inside her, and she wanted it to come quickly. She began moving up and down to the rhythm of Miranda’s thrust, pushing down on her fingers, driving them deeper. She held on to Warrington even tighter, supporting herself through him, the motion of her body drawing her hand down, jerking his penis as she rode Miranda’s fingers.

A shudder ran through Alison’s body as her orgasm exploded through her. She came harder than she ever had before. Her eyes were shut tight, her mind was blank, void of any thought other than the sensations running through her body. Her whole body trembled. She fought the urge to tumble to the floor. If it weren’t for Warrington holding her from behind, she would have fallen over. She let go of Warrington’s penis, reaching forward to steady herself, placing her hands on Miranda’s shoulders, tumbling forward onto her.

Miranda held Alison up, wrapping her in an embrace. Miranda brought her fingers up to Alison’s lips. “Taste,” she cooed into Alison’s ear.

Without protest, Alison sucked the tip of Miranda’s fingers. Alison was amazed at how wet they were, how much of her juices flowed onto Miranda’s fingers and hand. As she sucked on Miranda’s fingers, Miranda feeding her one after the other, she felt Warrington slide the butt plug out of her asshole.

Alison looked over her shoulder, knowing, saying, “Yes.”

Warrington slid his hard, wrapped cock between Alison’s ass cheeks. She was ready for his large penis, prepared by Miranda. That preparation and the lube on the condom, eased his entry as Alison pushed her hips backwards. Once he was fully in, he remained still, allowing her to get used to his presence there.

Alison turned her attention back to Miranda. Even though she had never been with a woman before, instinctively, she knew what to do. She brought her own fingers to her lips before sliding them down towards Miranda’s pussy. She brushed Miranda’s soft pubic hair before finding Miranda’s clit. Not surprisingly, Miranda was wet, her pussy lips swollen and open. Alison drew her index finger back and forth across Miranda’s wet pussy lips before bringing a finger up to flick against her clit.

The sensation caused Miranda to fall backwards onto the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she clutched her breasts, one hand on each, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Alison smiled, pleased to see the reaction she’d caused.