This choice: You speak with Isabella but another misunderstanding occurs • Go Back...Chapter #9Lips of Plenty by: bobob1   Much to your relief, you managed to keep your head clear until Isabella eventually tired of shaking her chest, her giggles quieting somewhat as she looked down at you with an adoring expression. For your part, you struggled to keep a scowl from your face as you tilted your head to look at her, forcibly reminding yourself that she wasn’t trying to be mean and had thought you were enjoying yourself. And… it wasn’t like you didn’t derive some pleasure from being between the breasts of a beautiful woman, especially now that they had stopped relentlessly battering you from all sides. You fought down a blush at that thought, averting your eyes in fear that it would only seal your fate.
A vibration in the flesh around you and a soft sound from above suggested that you’d been less than successful in hiding your blush, and you cursed your body for betraying you, turning back to face your naïve tormentor and struggling to find the right words to free you from your prison. “Listen. Isabella.” She smiled at the name but you kept going. “I need you to take me back to the beach.” Your hands were still trapped so you couldn’t use any hand gestures, and focused again on the pronunciation, hoping against hope that this time there wouldn’t be another misunderstanding. “You know… the beach. Where we just came from. Beach. B-each. Be-e-ch. Bee-chu.” You smiled as wide as you could while you spoke, hoping to encourage co-operation with your kind demeanour.
Once again you were met with a thoughtful expression as Isabella thought over your words, though this time it took her far less time to reach a conclusion, although unfortunately not one that was any more beneficial to you. Having already concluded that you were trying to communicate in Portuguese, the brunette focused on understanding your intent through that idea, discarding every other word you had spoken and focusing all of her attention on the last, ‘bee-chu’. It didn’t help that her mind had already been going in a certain direction, and confirmation bias was in full effect as she smiled broadly, a blush rising in her cheeks as your own heart dropped. “Beijo. Sim, sim eu vou te beijar gracinha.” A single hand descended towards you, like a dark omen. “Venha para mim querida.”
Carefully, Isabella’s delicate fingers separated her breasts and scrapped your body from their confines, her eyes widening slightly at seeing how crushed your form had become, but her smile remaining steady as she saw you already starting to reform. Surely, if you had been harmed you would have said something, or tried to escape, so she was confident that no harm was done. For a fleeting moment, as you were lifted away from your prison and the rest of her frame, you thought perhaps she had understood after all, and that you were going to be taken back to safety. But then you felt a hot gust of wind on your back and turned to see your destination, any thoughts of freedom immediately dashed by the sight of the puckered lips that awaited your embrace. A long tongue ran quickly along the waiting flesh, wetting it in preparation as you helplessly approached.
You did try to scream, try to shy away from another exhale as it slammed into you, but your captor interpreted the noises as those of enthusiasm and brought you forward into her soft lips, forcing you into them and quickly covering you in a healthy dose of her saliva and lip balm. Save for the fingers at your back, your whole world became the sensation of Isabella’s red lips pressed against you, every bit of your partially reformed body pressed deeply into their embrace. Saliva left behind by her tongue soaked into your clothing, leaving you sticky and wet while another hot gust of wind burst around your face at point blank range. Heedless of your wish to be freed, the Brazilian girl sought to deepen the exchange, practically swallowing your head as her lips part slightly and suck you in up to your shoulders, her lips then coming back together to trap you between the pillowy pads.
Just when you think things can’t get any worse the tongue returns, emerging from the darkness of her mouth to run across your face, coating you in a thick layer of saliva while seeking to determine your taste. With the lips locking down even harder against the rest of your body you are completely unable to resist as the powerful muscle twists and turns around your head, licking over ever part of it before finally withdrawing moments before you are pulled back into the outside world with a wet smack, gasping for breath. The force of your release sent you tumbling backwards, and you collapsed spreadeagled into Isabella’s waiting palm, disoriented and slightly delirious from your experience.
With an exuberant giggle, the brunette looked sultrily down at your prone form, pleased to see that she had been able to have such an effect on you. It had been good for her as well of course, even at your size it had felt wonderful to have you pressed against her lips, to pull you a little into herself, and to even get the chance to taste you. Quite frankly you were the best thing she had ever tasted and she couldn’t wait to get a second taste. You did look tired, but Isabella would be doing most of the work, so she felt no need to restrain herself for bringing you in again, ready for round two.
Experiencing the vertigo of being raised, you had no time to react before you found yourself once against pressed into the Brazilian girl’s loving lips, turned into a human lollipop for the second time in as many minutes as you were pulled into the waiting maw. The embrace was thankfully shorter this time, and you were only flicked by Isabella’s tongue once before being drawn back out. Any relief you experienced, however, was lost when the lips descended again without pause, this time pressing you flat into the brunette’s palm before pulling back briefly and then descending again. What followed was a barrage of swift kisses peppered all over your body as Isabella enthusiastically attacked. Any attempt to struggle was instantly overwhelmed by the plunging lips, absorbing the force of your movements and leaving you a sticky mess practically glued to the palm below.
The more the barrage continued the more the fight went out of you, both literally crushed by the weight of the assault, and figuratively pushed aside by the rising arousal in her body stimulated by the contact. It was uncomfortable to feel your body reacting to a situation like this, but there was little you could do against your instinctive response to having every inch of you kissed and lightly sucked on by Isabella’s succulent lips, her saliva coating and soaking into every part of you. If the smirk on the face that continued to fall on you was anything to go by, your arousal had not gone unnoticed, and you could feel a quiet dread rising within you at the thought of what might happen now. If you didn’t make it clear that you didn’t want this, just what might your captor try next?
While you didn’t know, things were even worse for you now than you thought. Unable to find you in the waves, Stacy had roused your sleeping mother and the two had commenced a more detailed search. With no sign of you in the immediate vicinity they had headed further down the beach, following the flow of the current in the hope that you may have washed up further north, and unknowingly leaving you behind in a shack that had been just a few meters away from them. With your main hope of salvation gone, your chances of escaping this situation were rapidly dwindling. Not that you had much time to dwell on such things as you continued to receive smooches from a giggling Isabella, her attention gradually shifting lower as an alluring smirk crossed her face.
Right now you feared the look in the Brazilian girl’s eyes more than anything. Your mind whirring with possibilities of what she intended to do, and how you could possibly escape from this predicament. However, before she could act, the two of you were interrupted by…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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