Delicate Morgan pt. 3
“Oh Stacey! Oh God! Yes! Please, please!” Morgan whimpered ecstatically.
It was so beautiful, so compelling to watch Morgan’s wafer thin body writhing in erotic delight; her pencil-like ribs protruding with each gasp. I continued to stroke her little boy-clit with my thumb and figure when she shuddered slightly. Then her hips spasmed. And then, I felt a drop of slightly sticky, clear liquid on my fingers oozing from the head of her tiny penis. And, well, that was it. Actually I was a little surprised that she produced anything since here balls were about the size of a pair of green peas. Morgan collapsed exhausted, her little micro-penis instantly becoming limp. I leaned over and touched the tip of it with my tongue. She gave another shudder.
“Oh Stacey, I’ve never had that kind of experience before! I feel so warm — exhausted — but warm and sublime.” She looked so adorable, and even more vulnerable than before. She curled up into a semi-fetal position and lay there peacefully. I climbed unto the bed and lay down next to her and held her in my arms. I ran my fingers through her short, yet silky, sable dark hair, then caressed her swanlike neck and ethereal body. Her skin was like velvet; she felt so fragile, so delicate I began to feel almost protective of her. Then I suddenly realised somebody might walk in on us.
“C’mon Morgan we have to get dressed. Somebody might come in.” I grabbed a tissue and wiped the few drops of cum off the tip of her peenie. “Oo,” she shuddered and giggled a little. I then thought, “darn I could have licked that off.” (The things you don’t think of when you’re rushed. Oh well.) We hurriedly got dressed. Nevertheless, Karen and Josie came into the room; evidently with similar ideas to what Morgan and I had earlier.
“Well, well! What have we here?” Karen said to Josie with a big smile on her face as they entered the room, “it seems we’re a little late for THIS party Josie.”
“Hi Karen. Hi Josie,” I said trying to be as nonchalant as possible, “I was just showing Morgan around this beautiful place you have here Jo.”
Karen grinned knowingly at us, “Yes, it’s a great place, especially the guest bedroom, which apparently you had no trouble finding,” she said glancing over toward the bed which still looked like someone had been lying on it. “Funny Stacey, I don’t seem to recall it being very windy outside.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked stupidly.
“Your hair, It looks a little mussed.” At which point she and Josie giggled. I was little abashed, although I still felt very good inside. Morgan, I wasn’t so sure. She stood there in that beautiful sleek dress like a little girl who had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be.
Josie laughed, “Hey, it’s okay. That’s what the guest room is for, right? — guests. I’m just happy you two enjoyed yourselves. I'm just a little disappointed that we weren’t here to join in the fun. Four girls having a romp seems like a lot of fun. Oh well…”
“Now wait a second Jo,” Karen jumped in,”I don’t see why the four of us still couldn’t have a little fun together. What do think Stacey?”
“Um, well,” I was a little nonplussed by the invitation. I mean, I was okay with it (I’m always up for a good time); but, I was more concerned about Morgan. I’m sure she wasn’t used to this sort of thing. “What do think, Morgan? How do you feel about playing around a little more with Karen and Josie, this time?”
"Well, I — um, I mean, this is all kinda new to me.” She paused for a second, “sure why not!” The a big, sweet smile crossed her face.
Karen and Josie were ecstatic. I’ve never met two women who were always so eager to to have sex. Then Josie said, “let’s have a glass of wine to celebrate.” She went out of the room to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of chardonnay and four glasses. As she was passing out the glasses she asked, “So, Karen, how long have you and Morgan known each other?”
“ Oh not very long. We met at work and really only know each other from there.”
“Yes,” said Morgan quietly, “I mean, we’ve had lunch together, but, we really haven’t been anywhere socially until tonight when Karen invited me to come to your party. It’s been great fun. You have a lovely house.” She was obviously nervous.
“So,” said Josie, “what do you say we make ourselves a little more comfortable, and we all take off our clothes?” Josie seemed to be particularly interested in Morgan since they were physically about as opposite as you could get. Josie is a big girl, zaftig, very curvy, Rubenesque I guess you could say. She has substantial breasts, much bigger than mine; even larger than Karen’s, whose aren’t anything to ignore. Of course she was the first to strip; and after she took off her dress she unhooked her overflowing bra and out tumbled these voluminous, gorgeous breasts (I think Morgan was a bit overwhelmed).
“Okay girls, let’s get started.” she laughed. Both Karen and I were next. Karen has a lovely Marilyn Monroe type figure, slightly petite, but with an almost perfect hourglass Vargas girl look. I’m more slender, taller with slightly smaller breasts about a 34B.
“My, my,” said Josie as she inspected Karen and me, “you two are very pretty; and, I dare say, quite perfectly matched.”
Then it was Morgan’s turn…
It was so beautiful, so compelling to watch Morgan’s wafer thin body writhing in erotic delight; her pencil-like ribs protruding with each gasp. I continued to stroke her little boy-clit with my thumb and figure when she shuddered slightly. Then her hips spasmed. And then, I felt a drop of slightly sticky, clear liquid on my fingers oozing from the head of her tiny penis. And, well, that was it. Actually I was a little surprised that she produced anything since here balls were about the size of a pair of green peas. Morgan collapsed exhausted, her little micro-penis instantly becoming limp. I leaned over and touched the tip of it with my tongue. She gave another shudder.
“Oh Stacey, I’ve never had that kind of experience before! I feel so warm — exhausted — but warm and sublime.” She looked so adorable, and even more vulnerable than before. She curled up into a semi-fetal position and lay there peacefully. I climbed unto the bed and lay down next to her and held her in my arms. I ran my fingers through her short, yet silky, sable dark hair, then caressed her swanlike neck and ethereal body. Her skin was like velvet; she felt so fragile, so delicate I began to feel almost protective of her. Then I suddenly realised somebody might walk in on us.
“C’mon Morgan we have to get dressed. Somebody might come in.” I grabbed a tissue and wiped the few drops of cum off the tip of her peenie. “Oo,” she shuddered and giggled a little. I then thought, “darn I could have licked that off.” (The things you don’t think of when you’re rushed. Oh well.) We hurriedly got dressed. Nevertheless, Karen and Josie came into the room; evidently with similar ideas to what Morgan and I had earlier.
“Well, well! What have we here?” Karen said to Josie with a big smile on her face as they entered the room, “it seems we’re a little late for THIS party Josie.”
“Hi Karen. Hi Josie,” I said trying to be as nonchalant as possible, “I was just showing Morgan around this beautiful place you have here Jo.”
Karen grinned knowingly at us, “Yes, it’s a great place, especially the guest bedroom, which apparently you had no trouble finding,” she said glancing over toward the bed which still looked like someone had been lying on it. “Funny Stacey, I don’t seem to recall it being very windy outside.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked stupidly.
“Your hair, It looks a little mussed.” At which point she and Josie giggled. I was little abashed, although I still felt very good inside. Morgan, I wasn’t so sure. She stood there in that beautiful sleek dress like a little girl who had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be.
Josie laughed, “Hey, it’s okay. That’s what the guest room is for, right? — guests. I’m just happy you two enjoyed yourselves. I'm just a little disappointed that we weren’t here to join in the fun. Four girls having a romp seems like a lot of fun. Oh well…”
“Now wait a second Jo,” Karen jumped in,”I don’t see why the four of us still couldn’t have a little fun together. What do think Stacey?”
“Um, well,” I was a little nonplussed by the invitation. I mean, I was okay with it (I’m always up for a good time); but, I was more concerned about Morgan. I’m sure she wasn’t used to this sort of thing. “What do think, Morgan? How do you feel about playing around a little more with Karen and Josie, this time?”
"Well, I — um, I mean, this is all kinda new to me.” She paused for a second, “sure why not!” The a big, sweet smile crossed her face.
Karen and Josie were ecstatic. I’ve never met two women who were always so eager to to have sex. Then Josie said, “let’s have a glass of wine to celebrate.” She went out of the room to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of chardonnay and four glasses. As she was passing out the glasses she asked, “So, Karen, how long have you and Morgan known each other?”
“ Oh not very long. We met at work and really only know each other from there.”
“Yes,” said Morgan quietly, “I mean, we’ve had lunch together, but, we really haven’t been anywhere socially until tonight when Karen invited me to come to your party. It’s been great fun. You have a lovely house.” She was obviously nervous.
“So,” said Josie, “what do you say we make ourselves a little more comfortable, and we all take off our clothes?” Josie seemed to be particularly interested in Morgan since they were physically about as opposite as you could get. Josie is a big girl, zaftig, very curvy, Rubenesque I guess you could say. She has substantial breasts, much bigger than mine; even larger than Karen’s, whose aren’t anything to ignore. Of course she was the first to strip; and after she took off her dress she unhooked her overflowing bra and out tumbled these voluminous, gorgeous breasts (I think Morgan was a bit overwhelmed).
“Okay girls, let’s get started.” she laughed. Both Karen and I were next. Karen has a lovely Marilyn Monroe type figure, slightly petite, but with an almost perfect hourglass Vargas girl look. I’m more slender, taller with slightly smaller breasts about a 34B.
“My, my,” said Josie as she inspected Karen and me, “you two are very pretty; and, I dare say, quite perfectly matched.”
Then it was Morgan’s turn…
3 years ago