Chapter 50: Into The Ally

Ivy rushed into the alley, putting enough distance between herself and the street to ensure that no passerby could easily spot her.

Once she was far enough away, she pressed her back against the wall and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. She could still feel the wet quivers from her pussy, which seemed to tighten even harder whenever thoughts of her mother eating her out, or the thought of me fucking her pussy and asshole, crossed her mind.

Her hand slowly slipped towards her breast. She gently licked her lips, squeezing her eyes shut as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Grabbing a handful of her breast through her sports bra, she gave it a firm squeeze, struggling to steady her increasingly heavy breathing.

Am I really going to do this now, of all times, in public?

The thought crossed her mind, but it did little to change how she felt. She was already too overwhelmed to simply ignore the sensations. It was too delicious, too tempting to push aside.

But what the hell was going on with her?

Wanting Vanessa to eat her pussy? This wasn’t like her fantasies about having her brother touch her. No, this was something she had never imagined herself experiencing.

She had never even considered another woman attractive, yet here she was, thinking about her own mother eating her out for the fourth time in a row.

It made her feel dirty, and yet, for some reason, her body didn’t seem to care.

She gave her breast another greedy squeeze through her sports bra before allowing her other hand to trail down towards her sports leggings.

However, just before reaching the entrance, she stopped.

Her eyes widened as she glanced down and noticed a slight wet impression on the fabric.

Shit. I’m already this wet.

If I don’t do anything about it, my entire clothes are going to get wet, and everybody is going to think I wet myself.

Although, that still seemed far better than dealing with whatever the hell was going on in her mind.

"Fuck it. Since I’m already about to cum, I might as well make sure I don’t embarrass myself out there."

With that thought, Ivy slipped her hand beneath her tight leggings and panties.

The moment her fingers found her sensitive clit, a wave of pleasure washed over her. The sensation almost seemed to synchronize with the images running through her mind, as though she could feel Vanessa’s tongue against her at the same time.

Her mouth fell open, but she quickly stifled the moan threatening to escape. Her cheeks grew increasingly flushed as she continued rubbing herself, feeling her climax drawing closer with every passing second.

Just as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her, however, I suddenly called out.

"Ivy."

Her eyes widened.

She knew that voice.

In a panic, she immediately pulled her hand out of her leggings and spun around, only to find me standing right behind her.

Her gaze briefly fell on the hardened outline of my cock, causing her cheeks to flush even deeper.

"Eh!" she shrieked, hurriedly turning back around to face the wall.

"Milo! What are you doing here?"

Her heart was practically racing as she stood there, desperately hoping that I hadn’t seen what she’d been doing.

"I didn’t see you in the crowd anymore, so I came to check on you. What’s going on?"

"Nothing!" she replied quickly, her voice coming out slightly higher than usual.

She turned to face me, trying her best to appear composed.

"There’s nothing wrong. I was just... I was just..."

Her words trailed off as she desperately searched for an explanation. Unfortunately, her mind had gone completely blank, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t come up with anything convincing.

"Ivy, your pants..."

Her expression immediately changed.

Following my gaze, she looked down and noticed the wet patch on her leggings.

Her eyes widened as she quickly brought her hands down to cover it, her cheeks growing even hotter.

What am I supposed to tell him?

She couldn’t exactly admit that she’d been touching herself. Perhaps she could claim she’d had an accident. Maybe she could say she’d bought a drink and accidentally spilled it on herself.

It sounded a little too convenient, but it was still plausible, wasn’t it?

Either way, she needed to give me an answer.

Yet, even as she struggled to come up with an excuse, she could still feel her pussy tightening, her climax drawing closer by the second.

She desperately needed some privacy. There was no way she could come in front of me, especially not here in public.

But what was she supposed to do?

Before she could settle on an answer, she finally raised her gaze towards me, only to realize that I had already closed the distance between us.

And before she could utter another word, I pressed my lips firmly against hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sudden intimate action, but she did not push me away.

Her body instead remained frozen, clearly reeling from the shock of the situation.

I pressed my lips deeper against hers and slowly pushed my tongue inside her mouth, searching for a reaction from her.

Ivy remained motionless for a second or two, trying to recollect herself and deal with the fact that her pussy was being fucked while I kissed her.

Finally, she reacted with equal intensity, her tongue entangling with mine as she moaned lightly against my tongue.

I could taste a mixture of wine and a little of her previous meal on her tongue, warm and faintly sweet as our mouths worked together.

And as we gradually grew lost in the entangling kiss, I slowly removed my hand from her slender waist and pushed it higher.

I began kneading her breast softly, drawing out more moans from her.

Her nipples were already hard from the earlier stimulation, and they pressed firmly against the fabric of her clothes.

"Mmmmm," Ivy moaned loudly as she felt my finger push her nipples inward against the soft flesh of her breasts, drawing more moans from her.

I slipped my hand lower, then slid my fingers beneath her sports bra until my palm made contact with the warm, soft flesh of her breast.

Without hesitation, I squeezed it softly, drawing a reaction from her.

Her cheeks were flushed as though she were intoxicated by the situation, and she breathed heavily against my mouth.

If it weren’t for the fact that we were entangled in a kiss, Ivy could tell that I would be able to hear the lewd sounds her pussy was making, given how quiet our surroundings were.

After flicking her nipples and playing with her breast for a few minutes while we kissed, I shifted my attention to her pussy.

Knowing she was constantly feeling the sensation of me fucking her pussy and asshole through lustful intrusion, I wanted her to feel even more flustered.

With that, I slipped my hand lower from her breast and, in one gentle, swift motion, moved it beneath the fabric of her tight leggings.

I came into contact with her panties almost immediately and pushed my finger lower.