Title: Sapphic Erotica: Scene 87
Celebs: Krysten Ritter, Melissa Benoist
Codes: FF, oral, mas, con
Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series. Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.
We fade in on a house party, where everyone is in seventies fashions. The doorbell rings, and Krysten goes to answer it, finding Melissa and her husband on the other side. “Hey, Melissa, Bobby, you came!”
“What can I say?” Melissa says, “We were both so curious, you know?”
“That reminds me…” Krysten snaps her fingers, as she points to a fishbowl by the door, with a pile of keys in it.
“Well…” Melissa’s husband produces a key, and drops it in. “Guess there’s no turning back now.”
Later, everybody is circled around the couch, on which Krysten and her husband sit, the bowl in her lap. “Okay, as hostess, I go first. Now let’s see…” She reaches in, pulls out the first key, and holds it up. “Okay, whose key am I holding?”
Bobby holds his hand up. “Right here.”
“Oh, you’re in for quite a night, my friend,” Krysten’s husband says.
“He’s not the only one,” Krysten adds, gently nudging him.
Later still, everybody is going home, while Melissa and Bobby stick around. “So, um, how do we do this?” Melissa asks.
“Well,” Krysten says, “Melissa, you go wait in the guest bedroom, and Bobby, you wait in ours. Jeffery and I have a little cleaning up to do before we join you.”
We now see Melissa waiting in the darkened guestroom. Suddenly, the door opens, and someone comes in. “Hm, come here…” the person whispers, and, hesitantly, Melissa approaches, and, in silhouette, we see them shove their tongue in her mouth, which she immediately reciprocates.
After making out intensely for a minute, Melissa asks breathily, “Where’s the light switch? I couldn’t find it.”
“Oh, it’s right here.” The person reaches behind something, and the lights come on, revealing Krysten, which causes Melissa to gasp vocally.
“Krys! W-what’s going on? What is this?”
“I know, we tricked you, and this was totally my idea, by the way. Jeff and I, well, we’d discussed this with each other, and decided on the whole key party idea.”
“Wait a minute, what about…”
“Don’t worry, if your husband had any objections, we’d have heard about it by now.” Krysten gives Melissa another open-mouthed kiss, which she reluctantly accepts. As they make out, Krysten takes her shirt off, then helps Melissa off with hers, before lowering her onto the bed, and lying on top of her. She then starts kissing down Melissa’s neck and chest, while groping her bare breast with one hand, and, down below, undoing her pants, before sliding her other hand into Melissa’s panties.
“Oh…” Melissa closes her eyes, and tilts her head back, as, in our first close-up, Krysten licks and sucks her nipple, even gently biting it. Meanwhile, we see Krysten’s hand making a repeated motion in Melissa’s panties, suggesting she’s fingering her. “Ohg…Huh…” Melissa bites her lip, and starts to grind her hips. Eventually, Krysten starts kissing down Melissa’s stomach, while pulling her own pants down, panties with them, and Melissa does the same.
Now, Krys bows her head between Melissa’s thighs, and, in another close-up, works her tongue inside the latter’s already drooling twat. “Oh, God…” Melissa moans, brow furrowing, then grabs Krysten’s thigh, and guides her on top of her, before getting up on her elbows, and, in yet another close-up, burying her tongue in the middle of Krys’ oozing slit.
“Oh!” Krysten moans, picking her head up, then whispers, “Fuck…” as she lowers it again. We then alternate between the two close-ups, as the two lick and finger each other, moaning progressively louder into each other’s pussies, until both cry out, almost screaming, simultaneously, as they pull their heads out, faces contorting.
We now see the two on their backs, facing one another, their legs entwining, as in another close-up, their pussies rub and push against each other, smearing their copious juices all over their thighs. “Oh, God! Fuck!” Both cry out hoarsely, again getting close to screaming, as they push against each other harder and harder. Suddenly, both shriek in unison, digging their nails into each other’s legs.
Some time later, the two lie side by side, both smiling. “Wow…” Melissa sighs, “You know, I think I’m kind of glad you two pulled this on us. This was way more fun than just fucking another guy would’ve been.”
“I wonder if your husband’s saying the same thing.”
“Oh, shit, we haven’t heard a peep from them, have we?”
“Nope. Jeff always was a quiet fuck. I suppose Bobby is, too.”
“Man, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in there.”
Krysten busts out laughing. “Yeah, me too.” The two look at each other, smiling, then share one more kiss, as the scene fades out.