Who Loses, Wins

I was readying myself to jump out of the shower, when Celine wandered into my bathroom. ?Ah, just in time. Pass me a towel, will you? I forgot to grab one before getting in," I asked her. ?Good thing I?m here as usual or you?d be parading around butt naked, dripping water all over the place,? she retorted, whilst nonetheless wiggling her firm little cheeks over to the cupboard where I keep my towels. ?Here, wipe your church doors with this!? then, ?Shame, I wouldn?t have minded drying them myself? oh well, I just came to see if you were up for anything tonight?? ?How about a candle-lit then up to the cinema?? I answered, starting to gently rub myself dry. ?Yeah, guess,? she blurted in a less-than-up-for-it tone, ?don?t think there?s much on this week and I?m not sitting in that flea-pit to watch a bunch of crap...we could go on the pull at The Red I?m just really tired darling.? Celine (mocking), ?Poor little girl, she?s not on form? hmmmmm; let?s see? what could we possibly do to cheer up the big baby?? A second?s silence, then, ?I know, we?re gonna play ?who loses wins.? I raised my eyes at her, my daggers ready to flash in her direction, only? huge sexy smile dancing on her lips, melting away my frustration. Physically, we are very different, Celine and I: she, brown hair, chestnut eyes; me, blond curls and baby blues; Celine longiligne, stick-thin; me, short and (deliciously?) curvy. kaçak iddaa Still, it?s that smile every time? gets me where it counts (I added the ?o? for good measure but you get the idea!). ?Huh? Who loses wins? Play what? What are you babbling about this time?" my resolve ebbing at a rate of knots.?Oh, it?s simple. We decide what we do tonight with who loses wins.? I could tell from her eyes that she had the germ of an idea, something unequivocally naughty without a shadow of a doubt. I know her so well after three years of having her by my side in meetings, bars, clubs even between me and hubby when she wants to ride a big one like a bucking bronco. Her love-making is sublimely crude and base; she hides nothing, shares everything and her fulgurant (and oh, so noisy), orgasms wash over me every time, as if it were my own clitoris straining to escape the confines of it?s cute little hood. I think our bond comes from the fact that we are, both of us, truly bi. Not straight, nor lesbian, simply students of the teachings of sex, Omni-sex and lots of it! We?ve both had our fair share of men between our legs, her probably more than me recently if truth be told. We?ve listened to each other cumming like trains, impaled on long, veiny, masculine cocks, or purring like cats-that-got-the-cream as some beautifully able feminine tongue lapped us to heaven as only women intuitively can. Always, if it kaçak bahis were not us together or with my man beaming at the choice of six holes to fill, we would discuss the previous night?s follies over steaming hot coffee and buttery warm croissants the next day. But whoever we?ve had, we always feel the need to resource ourselves, nestled up together, lovingly entwined in head-to-toe ecstasy, the security of mutual understanding allowing the body to revel in its excesses until the beautiful sleep takes over. Anyway, I digress but please note, gentle reader, that I was obliged to pay attention to my kiki whilst penning this section (I type perfectly well with just one hand)! ?Who loses wins: how?s that work, then? What the hell is it?? I asked with mock shock. My non-verbal answer was to be led to her room, where she sat me down on the bed and proceeded to undress. It didn?t take long, there weren?t many layers on her. However, she did it with aplomb, swinging her boyish hips, pouting, pushing her cute little titties up and squeezing. Seductive, effective: wet! ?Look how pink and hard my buds are,? she lanced, flicking her nubs and circling her crinkly aureoles. Mine, I could feel, were like chapel hat pegs by now, sticking out brazenly in a wanton display of eager hunger. ?Just explain your silly game Celine,? pretty sure by now that, whatever it was, it was going to involve the bed. I could illegal bahis feel my pussy betraying me, warm droplets pearling at the entrance to my now gaping vulva, sticking the flesh of my inner thighs together so I felt obliged to open them just that little bit wider. ?Easy," she replied, ?given we both want something different tonight, we?re gonna make love and the person who cums first, loses." Bugger my damn pussy! She always betrays my resolve. I could feel the yearning welling up inside of me, spreading like wild-fire and knocking at my cervix, which responded with a yawn of approval. I was wet, hell; I was completely soaked, horny, hungry and shaking with pre-orgasmic anticipation. ?Better than flipping a coin,? I said with pretend indifference. ?Right then,? ignoring my flippancy, ?on the bed, 69, fingers, vibros, tongues-anything goes. I presume you want to be on top, Miss Bossy??. Boy, did this girl know me too well! I knelt between Celine?s toned legs, placed my hands on her inner thighs, twisted around and lay on her body. Immediately, I was met by the sublime musk of her perfume, so familiar and yet, always so new and utterly intoxicating. Her fleshy vulva at eye level, I could see her desire welling up from deep inside her body, her lips swollen and pouting, the little birdie peeping out from its nest. God, I so wanted her, all of her right there, right now! A moment of pure anticipation, matched only by the state of my own pussy and the dull ache thudding in my heavy breasts. Celine grabbed at my head with both hands, desperate to push my mouth against her throbbing slit.