Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 9 - Day 5 (Night)

Their hands were everywhere. Rarity’s world soon became a mess of limbs, lips, tongues, hands and clothes; the last of which they were desperately trying to get out of. Octavia would not be held back any longer. She grasped the hem of Rarity’s skirt and shoved it up over her hips. Rarity gasped as she was lifted from the sheets, fingers pulling at her panties relentlessly. The skimpy fabric slid down her legs, leaving her core bare. She almost cried out as Octavia wrapped her arms around her stomach and hauled her slight weight onto the cellist’s lap. Her legs dangled in the air above her head, but Octavia’s face was poised just above her crotch. With a hot breath, she dove in.

“AAHN!” Rarity arched her back as best she could in this position. The first touch to her aching core sent a shot of pleasure through her entire body. Stretched out the way she was, all she could do was grip the sheets beneath her in tightly-curled fists. Octavia’s tongue writhed against her, plunging deep between her lips one moment, and lapping rapidly at her clitoris the next. Rarity couldn’t hold back. She gave a very un-ladylike grunt and released a small, dribbling stream of liquid. Octavia moaned and drank what she could, but a thin stream of it slid up Rarity’s pubis and was absorbed by the fabric of her bunched-up skirt. Octavia still held her close, though, dragging long and slow licks over her sodden womanhood. That was about all the rest she got. Octavia renewed her licking. She elicited several more full-bodied groans and gasps from Rarity. She was helpless against it. Octavia’s arms were like iron around her stomach, keeping her pinned in the awkward upside-down position in the cellist’s lap. Her crotch was thrust upward to the sky, with Octavia’s face hanging over it like some swollen raincloud.

By the time she was finished, Rarity felt dizzy. Maybe it was the rush of blood to her head; or maybe just the new and fresh experience, but when Octavia let her go, she fell to the sheets like rubber. Octavia panted breathlessly, her lips and face glistening with the evidence of Rarity’s three orgasms. She licked her lips and stood atop the bed, working at removing the rest of her dress. Rarity managed to fumble at the buttons on her blouse enough to release them. She had to use magic to reach the clasp on her bra, though. Still, by the time Octavia had slipped out of the intricately-secured dress, Rarity was nude. She got to enjoy a small show as Octavia pulled her own bra off and struggled to remove her panties. It was always a treat watching her fight to remove her underwear. Her wide hips made things difficult with tighter-fitting undergarments. Rarity was experienced, given she had designed each piece of Octavia’s negligee, but Octavia was less so. She wriggled and jiggled and groaned and harrumphed until the panties slid down her long, full legs to fall to the tangled sheets below.

She was like a goddess. The sun had left both of them much darker than when they had arrived, and in the dim light from the half-full moon, Octavia’s skin looked bronze. Her perky, dark nipples were twin pools of blackness in the light, and the shadow between her thighs promised dark and intimate secrets. Rarity moaned and opened her arms.

“Come to me, Octavia.”

They embraced sweetly. Octavia’s leg pressed between hers, rising until it slid against the wetness of her core. Rarity shuddered and kissed her, pulling Octavia’s lips down for a firm, eager exchange. Their tongues wrestled playfully, saliva passing between the two of them in excessive amounts. Rarity didn’t care. She planned on getting nice and dirty tonight. With a little bit of maneuvering, she managed to get Octavia to straddle her. With one last kiss for good measure, she began to work her way down Octavia’s body, sliding her own between her lover’s legs. Octavia panted and moaned as Rarity wormed her way downwards, leaving wet, glistening kisses on her way. The soft flesh of Octavia’s breasts were actually rather fun to pass beneath. They jiggled and bounced whenever Rarity lifted her head more than an inch, and each tender kiss or playful nip elicited another gasp from Octavia. Her stomach was even more fun. The flat expanse was soft on top, but firmer underneath. Rarity’s hands slid over her sides, massaging the skin, even as she took a few long moments to toy with Octavia’s belly button. Octavia rather enjoyed that, and so did Rarity. The way her stomach would twitch and jump whenever she plunged her tongue into the small dip was both cute and arousing. The small layer of peach fuzz was fun to toy with, and even more fun to nuzzle into. But Rarity’s destination lay below that.

Before long, Octavia was straddling her face. Rarity nuzzled her way down through Octavia’s clean-shaven pubis, kissing and licking the musky-scented flesh. Octavia was dripping wet, her thighs were practically lathered with her juices. Rarity hadn’t really been paying attention to it, but her own chest and stomach were glistening with Octavia’s love-juice. Now that her mouth was here, she could get to work on cleaning up. Octavia rose up on her knees, looking down the length of her body at Rarity’s face, nestled between her thighs. Rarity smiled softly before dragging two long, pointed licks over the hot flesh of Octavia’s thighs. That coaxed a fresh wave of wetness that dribbled onto Rarity’s neck.

Enough foreplay. Rarity was ready. Her hands rose to Octavia’s hips, firmly pulling her down. She was flattened. Encompassed. The warm, soft heaven of flesh enveloped Rarity’s face, cutting off her oxygen, filling her mouth with the musky, delicious taste of Octavia’s arousal. Rarity licked and moaned and licked some more. Occasionally, Octavia would gasp and lift her hips, but Rarity would pull her back down. She began to grow dizzy. Octavia was panting and saying something, but only one thing was on Rarity’s mind.

Pleasure. She was determined to make Octavia cum as many times as possible. Octavia cried out now and then, and Rarity would be rewarded with a fresh waterfall of musky, pungent juice. Her face was completely covered. She could feel the soaked strands of her hair clinging to her neck, and the damp sheets beneath her. But she didn’t care. Her lungs were burning, but she barely even noticed. Time didn’t matter to her just then. Breathing could wait until later. Just then, there was only one thing and one thing only.

Octavia’s sweet, soaked, slippery pussy.

“Rarity! Stop!” Octavia’s plea finally reached her ears. The cellist pried Rarity’s hands off of her hips and rolled away. The cool night air washed over Rarity’s face, and she inhaled explosively. Her head swam, and she just might have passed out for a moment or two. Oxygen deprivation coupled with prodigious amounts of feminine ejaculate dominated Rarity’s body for a short while. She panted, her chest heaving as she fought to regain oxygen. Octavia lay a few inches away, her legs trembling and her mouth open in a series of short, panicked grunts.

Rarity didn’t know how many times she had made Octavia cum. She didn’t even care, because she knew one thing for certain: It was much more than three.

“You’re an animal.” Octavia finally managed to gasp. “I can’t feel my legs. You made me cum so many times, Rarity, I’m tapped. I can’t-“

“Oh yes you can.” Determination anew flared in Rarity’s muscles. She rolled onto all fours and crawled towards Octavia. To someone who knew Octavia less intimately than Rarity did, they would have seen apprehension in her eyes. Maybe even fear. But Rarity could see something else, buried behind the layers of doubt. There was a fire there, still. A burning desire to please and be pleased. Each time that fire roared to life, Rarity did her best to quench the flames.

Tonight, she wouldn’t stop until they had been extinguished.

Her hands landed on Octavia’s shoulders, driving her back down into the bed. She took the dominant role, walking her hips up Octavia’s torso. The cellist whimpered and squirmed as Rarity straddled her, but Rarity could tell she still wanted it. Rarity buried her hands into Octavia’s hair, gripping the raven-black strands in an iron grip. When her hips were poised above Octavia’s face, she pulled. Octavia gasped and set to her task with gusto. Rarity held her there, smothering Octavia with her pussy. The cellist moaned and gasped and drooled and licked as best she could. Whenever she fought to pull away, Rarity would pull on her hair and keep her mouth plastered against the dripping, slippery gash between her thighs.

She lost track of how many times she came. They kind of blended into one long, blissful release. She was constantly dribbling, until the puddle beneath Octavia’s head rivaled the one she had left behind. It was only when her own head began to swim that she let Octavia go. The cellist slumped onto her back, her tongue hanging limp in her open, panting mouth. She was absolutely soaked. Rivulets of Rarity’s release dripped down her cheeks and neck, forming another glistening puddle in the hollow of her throat. Rarity walked back down her body and leaned in, licking the puddle of juice out of her neck before raising her lips to Octavia’s. They kissed wetly, sloppily. The exchange almost aroused her again, but Rarity found a dull ache in her crotch where once a burning fire had been.

In Octavia’s eyes, nothing remained but ash. Rarity had quenched the flames, and left nothing but satisfaction and tenderness in her wake. Together, the two of them rolled onto the fresher side of the bed, wrapped themselves in one another’s arms, and slowly slipped off to sleep.