Miriam and the Glass Dildo (Part 19)

Three candidates step up. Which one will make Miriam cum?

 

 

 

With a strawberry in my yearning pussy and a basketfull of strawberries in my hands, I get back to the kitchen just in time to catch what seems to me like a scene in slow motion. I see Willard gently moving Donatella’s hair from the back of her neck as she’s making the dough for the pizza. He’s standing close behind her, while the bulge between his legs slightly touches her butt-cheeks without pressing against them. Her butt looks hot in those carved up jeans. He moves the hair away from her shoulders and touches her bare skin many times more than strictly necessary.
When her ponytail’s finally made, he lets his finger slide along the curve of her neck that’s now fully exposed. “Elegant neck,” he says. I see her shiver a bit despite it being very hot in the kitchen.

John comes in right after me. Before he puts the strawberries back in the fridge, he takes one out of the basket and gives me a provocative glance. I can feel the strawberry in my pussy and squeeze it. I wonder if there could be stewed fruit dripping out soon. John offers his wife a strawberry too, but he quickly takes it away teasingly before she can actually bite it. When he offers it to her again, she sniffs his finger and smells my scent. As she gives him a sly glance, her eyes narrow revealing perhaps a touch of jealousy.

I seize the opportunity and ask my companion if he’s familiar with our hosts. He nods, takes my hand, and places it on the bulge that looks like it’s about to rip his pants. I give a little squeak when I touch the fabric and the rigid penis it’s hiding.

I seize the opportunity and ask my companion if he’s familiar with our hosts. He nods, takes my hand, and places it on the bulge that looks like it’s about to rip his pants. I give a little squeak when I touch the fabric and the rigid penis it’s hiding.
We go outside to dine under the pergola. Soon, we get a bit tipsy from that fine southern red wine and the hot, electric weather. Donatella is sitting opposite to me and is looking at me in a way which I can’t really figure out. I feel a bit uneasy as she searches me with her eyes, but soon notice that she licks her lips quite often as she focuses on me with sparkling intensity. As she bends to pick up a fork which fell down under the table, I spread my legs slightly on purpose for her to see that I’m not wearing any panties. I hope my pheromones will rise from below my skirt and fly right into her nose.
As she rises back up from the table, I se that her cheeks are a bit redder then before. With my eyes wide open , I smile at her. After a while, I seem to have sparked enough interest for her to speak to me as well: “I bought a wonderful summer dress last year, but it seems to be a bit tight right over here,” she says as she pats her melons. “Miriam, would you like to try it on for size?”
“I’d love too,” I say, like I would be talking to myself. After we finish eating, we go up to her bedroom where she has her wardrobe. The men stay behind in the shade and keep sipping the wine.

The lust that begins to burn inside me mixes with butterflies in my stomach as we approach the bedroom, where I once saw my hostess being pleasured by her hunky husband.
Donatella takes the hanger with a white, silky dress and holds it against me as she would want to check if anything like that would be my style at all. She asks me to take off my clothes. I remove my shirt without hesitation but I can't decide if I should take my skirt off too since I’m really not wearing anything under it. Donatella solves my dilemma. Suddenly, she steps towards me and cups my tits in her hands. “You have nice little tits,” she says in a slightly raspy voice, “this dress will be just right for you.” I don’t remember anyone ever calling my tits “little” but if a woman of her size says something like that, I have no trouble accepting it. Instead of sulking, I play with hers, which are all but little. I caress them with both hands; those large, sun-kissed, perky breasts. She purrs with glee and begins to unzip my flittering skirt to slip her hands right down to my firm buns. Now, I’m purring too – my butt is on cloud nine as her caresses reveal that she’s highly skilled in this department. The butterflies are gone. All that remains is a huge whole lot of burning desire.

The lust that begins to burn inside me mixes with butterflies in my stomach as we approach the bedroom, where I once saw my hostess being pleasured by her hunky husband.
Donatella takes the hanger with a white, silky dress and holds it against me as she would want to check if anything like that would be my style at all. She asks me to take off my clothes. I remove my shirt without hesitation but I can't decide if I should take my skirt off too since I’m really not wearing anything under it. Donatella solves my dilemma. Suddenly, she steps towards me and cups my tits in her hands. “You have nice little tits,” she says in a slightly raspy voice, “this dress will be just right for you.” I don’t remember anyone ever calling my tits “little” but if a woman of her size says something like that, I have no trouble accepting it. Instead of sulking, I play with hers, which are all but little. I caress them with both hands; those large, sun-kissed, perky breasts. She purrs with glee and begins to unzip my flittering skirt to slip her hands right down to my firm buns. Now, I’m purring too – my butt is on cloud nine as her caresses reveal that she’s highly skilled in this department. The butterflies are gone. All that remains is a huge whole lot of burning desire.

Donatella doesn’t kiss me on the lips just yet. She lets her fruity lips explore my neck and my tingly ear lobes. Only after that does she rise up and gives me a timid kiss, tasting of southern red wine. I don’t hesitate and kiss her back, sucking her lower lip completely dry. Now I’ve set her on fire . Her long, gentle index finger finally finds its way to my crotch. Donatella rummages around my pussy hairdo, touches with my labia, and moans into my mouth.

I’m not holding back anymore, so I give myself a nudge and unbutton her mini jeans. Unlike me, she’s wearing her thong, but it looks so unequivocally naught. She’s wearing a lace thong with a crack in the middle, so I don’t even have to take it off. I let my finger play with that crack with joy and spread her labia wide. Now it’s time for me to see how wet she is. Both of us start breathing faster and Donatella twitches and moans while I introduce my index and my middle finger to the inside of her twat. After we calm down a bit she whispers in my ear, her breath all hot and sultry: “Now I’ll have to pay you back.” She looks deep into my eyes and gently pushes me on the bed. As she spreads my legs, I see her eyeing me with hunger. She kisses the inside of my thighs, and then starts to lick my vag and clit like they’re made out of cream. “Just two times more please and I’ll burst”, I sigh while trying to grab anything in my vicinity. I’m on the verge of losing it. William and John had teased me to the edge today already.

Donatella smiles cunningly and jams her sizzling index finger into the wetness of my pussy. She feels around a bit and is surprised to pull out a strawberry. “Yummy, strawberries have always been my favorite,” I hear her say before she sinks her teeth into a fruit that's warm and full of me. She leans closer to my face and places the other strawberry-half on my dried up lips. I bite into the saucy fruit with relish, while she observes me from up close. After I swallow it, she sinks her tongue deep into my mouth. I press my clit against her thigh and squeeze it with my legs. I’m short of crying, I’m so horny. She finally grants my wish as she takes a glass sculpture from her bedside cabinet. This is probably a replica of John’s sensational shaft.

She doesn’t lube the mighty glass dildo with saliva as they do in porn movies but instead just thrusts it into my pleading pussy. She’s lustfully indulging in the glass dildo disappearing deep inside my womanhood, while I squeal and wriggle with pleasure. When she gets it half inside of me, she starts to move it in and out, then a little bit to the left and a wee bit to the right, and then she makes it go up and takes it down again.

She starts to suck on my swollen clit like a leech and caresses my tits at the same time. I cum almost instantly and show this with a whole lot of noise. As I regain my senses, I see John standing in the bedroom door as he smiles enigmatically and focuses directly on Donatella’s tasty ass.

 

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