Loading...“Just like that?” Jill asked incredulously.
“Pretty much so, yeah,” the blonde responded.
“Depends on the woman of course,” the brunette added.
“And on how much she’s had to drink,” the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile.
Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie’s Place. She’d been a regular ever since Nat opened the club.
It was hopping tonight, which was usually the case during spring break. She had seen some crazy stuff over the years. Catfights, drunken brawls, impromptu wet t-shirt contests and even people having sex in a booth, but this beat them all hands down.
She had noticed the trio early in the night; the blonde was stunning, if a little young looking. The brunette was tall and reminded her of the girl from Charlie’s Angels. Not the new one, but the old TV show. The redhead behind the camera was cute as a button, but she rarely removed the hand held camcorder from her eye.
“So you just approach a woman and make a pitch for her to have sex with you on camera, for a website?”
“Yeah, wicked huh?” the blonde enthused.
“And people actually agree?”
“All the time.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Not really,” the brunette responded in her deep, measured voice, “It’s not like we’re going into the local grocery store or PTA meeting. Most of the people who come out to the clubs are wild or looking for an excuse to get wild.”
“We also shop around, you can usually tell a girl is bi or at least curious,” the blonde added.
“In-fucking-credible,” Jill said, shaking her head.
“Besides, haven’t you ever fantasized about having sex when it’s all about you?” the brunette asked persuasively.
“Yeah, and what could be better than two experienced girls working your body in only the way a woman can understand?” the blonde said, dragging her nails gently up Jill’s arm.
“A dick,” Jill said, pulling her arm from the girl’s reach.
“No problem there, Chelle has a wicked strap-on,” the blonde said, not the least bit put off by Jill’s reaction.
“After your first eight or ten orgasms, you won’t even notice it isn’t real,” the brunette said with a knowing smile.
“Jesus Christ! I’d be dead before then.”
In spite of her reservations Jill was intrigued. Not that she ever would, of course, but there was definitely something of the naughty in it that was making her squirm in her seat. If she swung that way, she just might have said yes, she realized. Hell, if she was ten years younger, she might take them up on it anyway, she thought. There had been a time back in school where she had had a crush on her roommate. At least it had felt like a crush, but that was a marriage, two kids, two divorces and three steady jobs ago.
“What have you got to lose?” the redhead asked.
“My job, for one,” Jill said, but she smiled to make sure there was no offense taken.
“Oh? Is your boss the kind of guy who surfs the net for porn?” the brunette asked.
The thought of Mike Hampton, her stodgy and traditional old boss surfing the net was hilarious, but searching it for porn was even more so. Honestly, there was no one at her small accounting firm who she would imagine was a net junkie. They were all solidly Republican, conservative and for the most part, puritanical. Even her going out club hopping was enough to make most of the women look at her askance. Not that she cared, she was damned good at what she did and that was the ultimate arbiter at Cox and Fullbright.
“No, I’d be surprised if any of them even realize the net is useful for anything other than getting quotes direct from the exchange.”
“You a broker?” the blonde asked.
“No, an accountant. But we manage assets for a fee for some of our wealthier clients.”
“Cool. We don’t get many professionals.”
“I should think not,” Jill replied with another smile.
The brunette signaled a waitress and soon they all had fresh drinks in front of them. Jill suspected she was being plied with drinks, but what the hell? A free buzz was always welcome.
“So if you don’t get professionals, what kind of girl do you usually get?”
“College students mostly,” the brunette replied.
“Sometimes a housewife out for a night of fun, we got a bachelorette once, and a couple of times swingers out in Vegas,” the blonde added.
Before Jill could reply, the blonde let out a little gasp of delight.
“Check out the two on the dance floor,” she said to the girl behind the camera.
Jill turned to see two girls bumping and grinding seductively on the floor. The blonde winked at Jill, signaled to the redhead and in moments the two of them had moved off, but the brunette remained.
“You’re friend is pretty wild,” Jill commented.
“Mary? Yeah, she’s a little freaky, but it helps. This whole web site was her idea and she’s the prime mover behind it. Katie and I are just along for the ride.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, Katie, the girl with the cam, is majoring in journalism. She wants to be a free lance photo journalist. So she does all the camera work. It gives her a chance to work on getting good shots in changing light, with real subjects in motion. She also does all the editing and splicing and that kinda stuff.”
“Editing?”
“Well, yeah. We shoot from the time we leave Mary’s apartment until we are done with sex, sometimes a little kinda interview afterwards. Depends, but in a night she’ll get eight to ten hours of footage. She has to edit that down to thirty-five to forty-five minutes.”
“Why?”
“That’s about the max attention span of our average site member. We’ve run a few that are longer, like the bachelorette she mentioned and the housewife, when there is something really special about the…Umm guest star, I guess you could say. Anyway, our members rate each episode and those that go longer don’t do well, so we have kind of felt our way into keeping them under forty-five, but over thirty-five.”
“Interesting,” Jill said.
She was surprised to realize she meant it. Not just in the idea, but in the girl across from her. Unlike the blonde, she seemed to be about a lot more than sex and having a good time.
“What about you?” Jill asked.
“Me? Oh, what do I do? Well, primarily, I run the site. Web hosting, graphics, Paypal, other billing, licenses as well as doing the actual html coding. I’ve got a bachelors in CS and am working on a masters in it with emphasis on business applications.”
“And…Mary, was it?”
“Yeah. Mary’s the star. She’s got a way with women and she’s totally uninhibited in front of a camera.”
“So you and the redhead don’t actually end up on camera?”
“Depends. I know it sounds kinda weird, but the woman or women we bring home really dictate what goes on.”
“That is weird.”
“Not really, if a girl is really into Katie or me, we’ll do her instead of Mary. Sometimes two of us will double team a girl. On rare occasion all three of us. We don’t fake the presentation like most sites, so there’s really no formula.”
“All three of you?”
“If you like,” she replied with a grin. “Not me!” Jill said laughing.
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“That’s no answer,” the brunette said, her face turning serious.
“Whoa now, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t swing that way.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because.”
“Because why?”
Jill started to reply, but found no quick answer came to her lips other than the school yard variety of ‘is to, is not.’ She wasn’t seeing anyone after all. In fact, she hadn’t even entertained a one night stand in some months. It wasn’t that she wasn’t horny either, she freely admitted she was. This was just so out there, but it was intriguing and she had to admit, it was just the kind of wicked thing she had always wished she had gone ahead and done when she was younger. Surprised and a little shocked at the direction her thoughts were taking her, Jill decided to change the conversation.
“How much do you make off this?”
Chelle smiled, apparently well aware of the intent of the question, but she didn’t press the issue.
“All told, after expenses we each clear about five thousand a month on average, but some of it goes back into the site. I mean, we spend a lot going out, on drinks, new toys, and upgrades to the hardware.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of cash.”
“Yeah, well, guys love sex and most of them love seeing two or more girls going at it. Then too, a lot just dig the premise.”
“So your members are all guys?”
“By no means all, but most are. Women don’t generally pay to see other people having sex. But we have our fair share of female memberships. We have an advantage there of course.”
“Advantage?”
“The trick is to keep it fresh and there, we have a real advantage on other sites. We don’t stage the presentation, don’t hire actresses, so every episode is different, none of that fake moaning and shit that so often turns women who watch porn off. And you never have the illusion blasted by recognizing the supposedly seduced woman as a pro.”
“Quiet girls?”
“Oh no. We have had some real moaners and screamers, it’s just real when they do it and not for the camera. How bout you?”
“Pardon?”
“Are you quiet or a screamer?” Chelle asked with a rakish grin.
“Depends on how hot I am I guess,” Jill replied.
“What gets you hot?”
“I don’t think we’ll go there.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not accustomed to discussing my private life with complete strangers.”
“So, let’s get to know each other then.”
For the next two hours they just talked. Michelle seemed to be one of those people who was able to get others to talk. She exuded confidence, but also a calm that fostered a sense of safety and familiarity. It wasn’t long before Jill was telling this complete stranger all about herself. Her normal reserve seemingly on hiatus.
She related the story of her life, from her very formal upbringing to how she turned wild child in college. Or as wild as her fiancé’ Bo would let her. She told Chelle how they had both loved sex, how good it was, even after the separation and divorce. She even admitted to meeting him occasionally for sex, long after he had remarried. She told of her second marriage to an accountant named Ray, how that marriage had ended because her sex drive had been more than he could handle. She told of her kids, her job, her family. It was only when Mary and Katie returned that Jill realized Chelle had said very little about herself.
Mary had a petulant frown on her face and Katie had a ‘roll your eyes’ kind of grin.
“Strike out?” Chelle asked.
“Yeah, the bitches played us along, let us buy them drinks, and then split with a couple of guys.”
“Get any good flashes?”
“A couple, tits mostly, the blonde gave us a panty shot.”
“More fodder for the strike out compilation,” Chelle said taking a sip of her drink.
“I guess.”
“It’s cool. We’ll get em next time,” Katie said cheerfully.
“I’m horny now damnit!”
“Well, get out there, the night’s still young,” Chelle said.
“You need to come help, you know you can charm your way into any girl’s pants, I can’t,” she said frowning.
“You could if you weren’t so damned ready for action at the drop of a hat. You intimidate people.”
“I can’t help it. I like sex.”
“So do I, but I can keep control over it long enough to say hi,” Chelle said in exasperation.
“You know you love me,” Mary said with a smile, her good humor seemingly restored like magic.
“Not me, I don’t have the stamina to fall in love with you.”
“She’s a piece of work isn’t she?” Mary asked, turning to Jill.
“She’s pretty interesting.”
“Why don’t you two hit the floor?” Chelle asked.
“How bout a flash?” Mary asked, ignoring her less excitable friend.
“I don’t think so,” Jill demurred.
“Oh come one? Please? I’ll go first,” Mary said, facing the camera and pulling her pink top up to reveal her breasts.
“I don’t think…”
“What can it hurt?” Chelle asked, cutting her off.
Jill thought about it, and had to admit, with all the people around, it was kind of sexy.
“All right, but only if you promise this doesn’t go on the website.”
“No problem,” Katie said, turning the camera onto Jill.
She felt silly and at the same time nervous. Jill tugged her blouse out of her skirt and quickly flipped it up and down, showing only the briefest glimpse of her breasts and black satin bra.
“Holy cow!” Mary exclaimed.
“What?”
“I had no idea you had such a rack,” the blonde said.
Jill laughed then, partly from the humor and partly from embarrassment. Mary and Katie returned to the floor, but Chelle stayed behind.
“Get ready,” the brunette said conversationally.
“For what?”
“For Mary to be all over you. She has a thing for big boobs.”
“Great,” Jill said with a melodramatic flourish.
“Could be if you let it, she’s an enthusiastic lover.”
“At my age? She’d probably kill me.”
Jill said it in a joking manner, but it was one of those jokes that really wasn’t one. Somehow, Chelle seemed to know because she became very serious.
“Age is nothing more than what you let it be. You can be just as wild, free and happy at fifty as you can at eighteen. I’ll bet you aren’t even forty yet, but if you decide to, you can do all the wild things you regret not doing in college. It only takes you deciding not to let the years mean being old.”
“That’s pretty deep,” Jill said.
“No, it really isn’t. I watched my mom decide she was old at fifty. In five years she was in a nursing home. In ten she was gone. My grandmother is still alive, kicking and having a ball at near ninety five. She just got back from a Caribbean cruise and is off to take a train tour of Europe in a week. Mom didn’t get old because of the years, she got old because she decided she was old. Granny is young because she decided she would be young, the years be damned. It’s really as simple as that.”
“Perhaps, but with age comes some responsibility. I have a job I could loose and bills that need to be paid.”
“You said yourself none of your co-workers were likely to know. Even if they did, posing in the nude isn’t illegal.”
“No, but it would mean a lot of problems.”
“Only if you let it.”
“You’re a big believer in mind over matter aren’t you?”
“I’m a big believer in being true to yourself. If I thought for a single minute this was something you couldn’t handle, I wouldn’t be trying. I’d still be taking to you, because I like you and find you to be real. But I would never counsel someone not to be true to themselves.”
“Even after I told you I don’t swing that way?” Jill asked, arching an eyebrow.
“If I thought you meant it, but I don’t. I think you want to try it, maybe you’ve thought about it before but convinced yourself not to. Whatever the reason, the vibe I am getting from you is that you want to, but are afraid to. That’s a lot different than no interest.”
Jill had no answer to that, she just sipped her drink thoughtfully. Michelle didn’t press her, displaying an uncanny ability to know when words were needed and when someone needed time to think.
Was she interested? She had to admit she was. There was a huge gulf between being interested and going through with it though. The same gulf she had faced so many times. In college she had stood on its sandy shores for ages, staring out in curiosity at what lay just over the horizon. Yet she had always turned back. A lot of it was Bo, he had vetoed the idea of a threesome and had rebuffed her attempts to try it in a public place. Basically, he had been a guy who loved sex, but lacked imagination.
And with Christine? There had been times her roommate seemed to be hitting on her, but Jill had never had the courage to follow it up. More wasted opportunities.
She should go home, the rational part of her head was saying. Or was that just the scared part? That small voice that always said no, always counseled caution and always killed her will to try the unexplored ocean. Did she have it in her to finally tell that voice to fuck off? She wasn’t sure, but she was suddenly determined to try. For one night at least, to live and exploit the opportunity rather than run from it.
Jill took a deep drink from her tumbler and took a deep breath.
“All right, lets say I agree, what then?”
“Depends on what you want. Like I said before, you will really dictate what happens. Just open your mind and go with what makes you feel best and what you want.”
“And the whole world will be able to tune in?”
“Well, anyone with a computer and the cash. If you’re really nervous, I can block your company’s IP for you.”
“What if they view it from their home machines?”
“Wouldn’t be so wicked if there were no chance of getting caught, now would it?” Michelle said with a smile.
“I guess not,” Jill said, returning the smile.
“So, you up for it?” “What if I said I wasn’t up for this, but I would like to take you home with me?”
“I’d say let’s go. I don’t usually get close to the women we bring back, it’s sort of a one night fling kind of deal, but there’s something about you I like.”
Jill might have taken that option, if Mary and Katie hadn’t picked that moment to return to the table.
“What a rotten night,” Mary huffed.
“Strike out again?”
“Crashed and burned,” Katie said with a laugh.
“Shut up,” Mary said.
Michelle pushed her drink towards her. Mary took it and killed it with a grimace.
“Chill out girl. We all fall flat on our faces now and then.”
“I guess.”
“No guessing about it.”
“So you want to go hit Holocaust? There’s nothing happening here.”
“Maybe, depends on Jill, here.”
“On me?”
“Yeah. Feel like letting your hair down with us?”
There it was then. Safety or the wild side. She was about to demur when a thought occurred to her. This might be the last time the wild side came calling. She knew she wasn’t brave enough to go looking for it and she knew too that it hadn’t showed up in a long, long time. Nothing like her college days, when it was always only a breath away, tempting her with its Siren’s call. If she said no now, she might never have another chance and if she said yes, well, it promised to be around for a long time. In a moment of crystalline thought, she realized this wasn’t just random luck, it was a reprieve. A final chance to squash that nagging doubt and live life to its fullest.
“All right,” she said, blushing madly.
***
Michelle drove a big car. Some kind of luxury make, Jill hadn’t really been paying attention when they got in. The tall brunette was driving uptown now, paying attention to traffic and little else. Katie sat in the front seat with her, her body turned and her camera focused on Jill. Mary sat next to Jill on the back seat, apparently on her best behavior.
“And your name is?” Katie asked.
“Jill Crenshaw.”
“Aged?”
“Forty-two,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.
“Get out!” Mary exclaimed.
“Really?” Katie asked.
“Really,” Jill said, absurdly pleased that these young women didn’t realize how old she was.
“And you’re an accountant?”
“Yes.”
“From here in the city?”
“No, visiting,” Jill lied.
“So you’re away from the house and ready to play?” Mary said.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jill said, fighting down the desire to just call this whole thing off.
“Married?” Katie asked.
“No, divorced twice.”
“Kids?”
“Two.” “Ever had sex on camera?”
“No, never.”
“Ever had sex with a woman?”
“No.”
“Kissed a woman?”
“No.”
“Well, that just won’t do and I’m sure Mary would love to be the first to get a taste of those lips,” Katie said with a big grin.
Mary leaned over, took Jill’s face in her hands and turned the reluctant woman’s face to her own. She then pressed her full lips to Jill’s and her tongue pushed against them. Jill could feel Mary’s body against her own, she could almost feel the pent up energy within her. She hesitantly parted her lips and Mary’s tongue slipped into her mouth.
Jill had been kissed before by a lot of men. She had experienced the hungry kisses and the tender ones, but this was all together different. It was as soft and gentle as any she had ever known, but Mary’s passion and her active tongue just took Jill’s breath away. Without conscious thought she found herself kissing back, her tongue battling with Mary’s.
“Show some tongue,” Katie encouraged.
Mary fell back slightly, keeping her lower lip in contact with Jill’s, but her upper lip apart so the all-seeing eye of the camera could record their tongues moving, sliding and pressing against one another. Mary’s hands slipped to Jill’s arms and she gently scraped her nails up and down them, sending shivers through Jill’s body.
When the kiss broke, Jill was shaking. She had never experienced anything so sensual, naughty and sexy before.
“What’d you think?” Katie asked.
“She’s a good kisser,” Jill managed.
While Katie and Michelle laughed, Mary preened. Jill was blushing and trying to gather her addled thoughts when Mary caught her hand and pulled the older woman into her lap. She could feel Mary’s soft breasts in her back and the girl’s warm hands around her waist, but mostly she felt that restless, intense energy bubbling just beneath the girl’s surface. She had a feeling her earlier prediction made in jest just might be correct. A girl with that kind of energy just might kill her. If so, it would be an interesting way to go.
“Show us some leg,” Katie prompted.
Mary’s hands slipped to the hem of Jill’s skirt and slowly raised it, bunching the soft fabric at Jill’s waist. Katie whistled when Jill’s stocking tops and garters were revealed. Jill blushed, and grabbed Mary’s hands, stopping her from going any farther upwards. Mary responded by kissing Jill’s neck and gently licking along the line of it.
Jill gasped in surprise and pleasure, but kept a death grip on her skirt. She turned her head to say something, she wasn’t sure what and Mary pressed her lips against Jill’s, engaging in another of those torrid kisses. Jill’s mind was whirling and her thoughts were scrambled, when Mary slid a hand up and gently squeezed her breast, Jill forgot all about her hands, her skirt, the camera, everything. The booze and her hormones were conspiring against her as well as Mary, who seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. Her hands moved to cover Mary’s, though she wasn’t positive the intention was to push it away. Jill blushed scarlet when she felt the cool air on her inner thighs.
“Love a woman in a thong,” Katie commented.
Mary broke the kiss and peered over Jill’s shoulder.
“Mmm, black too,” she commented as her hand stole between Jill’s thighs and cupped her mound.
Jill jumped at her touch, and then moaned as Mary began to make small, concentric circles with her fingers. She was terribly conscious of the fact they were in traffic and being filmed, but she couldn’t seem to find the words to ask her to stop. Her hands bounced ineffectually from Mary’s hand on her breast to the wrist of her other hand.
By the time they reached the apartment complex where the girls stayed, Jill’s hips were bucking and she was again kissing Mary. She got a real shock when Katie reached out and gently stroked her knee. This wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined it would be, in fact, the ease with which she was giving in was the most disturbing part of the experience thus far.
Chelle parked in a parking lot and they all got out. Both Mary and Chelle were walking next to her, with their arms around her back. Katie was hanging back behind them with the camera. Jill sensed more than felt both of their hands move at once and raise the hem of her skirt to expose her naked ass cheeks.
“Hey!”
“Nice ass!” Katie enthused.
“Thanks,” Jill said with a self conscious grin.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Michelle turned and pressed her body against Jill’s, forcing her into a corner. She bent over slightly and pressed her lips to Jill’s. The tall girl’s kiss was far different from Mary’s. It was deep, but languid, without any sense of urgency. Despite this it was sensuous and exciting. Chelle kept her hands on the elevator walls and just kissed her. Jill kissed back, marveling at how much she was enjoying it.
The apartment was nice, with a bar and several tasteful prints on the walls. Jill sat on the sofa with Michelle while Mary made drinks and Katie set up several cameras on tripods.
“What’s all that for?”
“Well, Katie likes to get as many angles as she can. It allows her to fade from one camera angle to the next, so it keeps things hot. It used to be too expensive, but now she just uses cameras that record digitally to memory chips, so she can reuse them again and again and again.”
“Part of your philosophy of keeping it fresh?”
“Yeah. More angles means a better chance of getting the really hot shots,” Chelle said with a wink.
Katie passed the hand held camcorder to Mary as she set up a tripod. Mary took a seat on the sofa’s arm, with the cam trained on Jill and Chelle. Jill had the feeling that Mary, from her higher position was pointing the camera down her shit.
Jill felt Chelle’s hands, working the buttons on her blouse, but she found she couldn’t break her gaze from the stoic, blank, unblinking eye of the lens. She realized that being on camera added an unnamed, but definitely real dimension to having sex. One that was highly erotic to her. Before she had time to really examine the feelings, she felt her blouse fall open and Chelle’s hands slip inside to graze her sides.
She started, but relaxed as the girl’s hands skirted the domes of her breasts and gently tugged the blouse back and off Jill’s shoulders. Mary’s mouth gaped open and the camera fell slowly away from her face.
“Camera!” Katie shouted.
Mary jerked the device back to her eye, but the awestruck look never left.
“God what a rack,” she whispered. “Four hook,” Chelle commented.
Jill was pleased at Mary’s response, but she stiffened when she felt Chelle’s long fingers slide under the band of her bra and pull it away from her body. The brunette unhooked it with a practiced motion and her fingers slipped the straps off Jill’s shoulders moments later. Jill waited in dread for Mary’s face to fall.
She knew her breasts were impressive and looked very nice in a bra, but without the artificial support, they were not nearly so nice. She had been overly conscious of them since she hit puberty. They were so large that they sagged under their own weight. They hadn’t been perky or stood on their own since she was thirteen and wearing a C cup.
If that weren’t bad enough, she was distressed by the way they looked. Her aureoles were large and normal, but her nipples had always been very long and prominent. When aroused or cold, they stuck out from the surrounding flesh so far that they seemed to be an inch long. This wasn’t the case, but she had been teased unmercifully when she was younger and always felt like it was. She waited tensely for Mary to show any sign of disapproval, but she remained frozen. Jill felt Chelle’s hands slide under her breasts and push them up, almost like an offering.
“Give me that,” Katie said, grabbing the hand held camera from Mary, “before you drop it.”
“Can I?” the blonde whispered.
Jill was caught off guard by the question. She had assumed that the more experienced girls would simply take the lead in this, but apparently Chelle had been more than honest in her assertion that Jill would have control over things. She was embarrassed, but also terribly flattered and could not seem to find words. After a long pause she finally nodded.
Mary slid down onto the sofa without her eyes ever leaving Jill’s breasts. The older woman closed her eyes when she saw Mary hesitantly reach out. Chelle was alternately kissing her neck and tonguing her ear.
Jill jumped at the first fleeting contact of Mary’s fingers on her skin. Chelle tightened her hold and began to gently squeeze Jill’s breasts. Chelle’s hands were soft, but firm and streangely familiar. Mary’s were completely different. On the one hand, having two different people touching her intimately was a thrill, but it was more than that. Mary’s hands were so soft, so tender and light, Jill felt almost as if Mary thought her breasts were made of the finest Tiffany crystal. Jill opened her eyes briefly. The rapt, almost reverent and adoring look on Mary’s face caused Jill’s arousal to spike. No one had ever looked at her with that kind of expression before.
Mary’s fingers traced gently around her breasts, making slow circles as they zeroed in on Jill’s aureoles. A bright flash of light startled her and she opened her eyes to find Katie snapping photos with a big camera.
“What?” Jill managed before Mary’s fingers grazing her nipple cause a gasp.
“Stills, love,” Chelle whispered in her ear, before returning to gently tonguing the sensitive lobe.
Jill might have asked why they were taking stills, but at that moment Mary chose to flick her tongue over one of Jill’s stiff nipples. The sensation was like an electric shock running through her body. The camera flashed again, but Jill’s eyes never opened, she was lost in a whirlwind of sensation and need. Mary first gently sucked the nipple into her mouth, applying more suction until it stood out from the surrounding aureole. She then began to flick her tongue over it. Each swipe of that soft, warm tongue seemed to bring a reciprocal jolt in the muscles of Jill’s lower back.
Chelle was still worrying her ear and fondling her, but those sensations, while pleasurable, faded into the background as Mary’s tongue became ever more bold. Jill moaned and started to really get into it as Mary worked her breasts. She was like a virtuoso viola player, getting sound from an instrument it had never produced before. Only in this case, it was sensation and not music.
She placed both hands on one of Jill’s breasts and held it still while gently squeezing. She then sucked the nipple and some of the aureole into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Mary pressed her tongue against the stiff nipple and pushed until her tongue slipped past it. She then pulled her tongue back and repeated. Each time Jill’s nipple gave a shock ran into her system. It seemed her nipple was connected by unseen wires to the muscles in the small of her back and as the pleasure mounted so, too, did the tension in her back.
Mary then switched techniques, letting the nipple free of her mouth and dusting it with her tongue. The combination of the cooler air of the room and the quick, fleeting contact caused Jill to whimper. Chelle was driving her to distraction, with her tongue on Jill’s ear and the gentle fondling.
Mary switched between nipples, and used multiple techniques to keep the pleasure mounting. It went on for minutes as Katie snapped photos and filmed video. Jill was used to men being enamored of her breasts, but no man had ever given them such tender attention for so long. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head lolled back on Michelle’s shoulder.
“You like that don’t you?” Chelle asked in a sexy whisper.
“Yes,” Jill hissed.
“Good,” Chelle replied.
As she spoke, her hands left Jill’s breasts and slid to her thighs. Jill felt her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Chelle applied gentle pressure to Jill’s inner thighs and she felt them part, almost as if they were acting of their own accord. Chelle’s hand cupped Jill’s mound. Her fingers moved slightly, until they settled in the correct position to push the slick fabric of her panties between her nether lips. The tall brunette began to work her fingers in. Jill’s mouth gaped open and her body convulsed, but no sound came.
Chelle seemed to know exactly what she was doing, her fingers massaged while her wrist made a twisting motion that brought her fingers into contact with Jill’s clitoral area at different angels and with varying pressure. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, others very light. The changing tempo and pressures produced stark contrasts in the level of pleasure they brought. Hard spikes vied with subtle troughs in Jill’s mind. Layered over this source of pleasure, was the continued collage of sensation as Mary kept up the attention to Jill’s breasts.
Ordinarily, the pleasure from having her breasts handled was mild, a kind of minor pleasure that was good for foreplay, or as icing on the cake once she was getting fucked. Now, that stimulation took on a life of its own, not merely grazing her consciousness, but actively competing with the insistent signals from her pussy. The flood of incoming stimuli became a kaleidoscope of pleasure, with intense sensation standing out against the pervasive backdrop.
Particular sensations began to stand out. A particularly solid contact between Chelle’s questing fingers and Jill’s clit. Mary using her teeth to trap Jill’s nipple and lash it with her tongue. The contrastingly soft caress of Chelle’s free hand on the underside of her breast. Discreet moments in time, where pleasure was king and each sensation seemed to be enjoyed to its fullest extent. Subtly nuanced pleasure, from a well that seemed to be overflowing.
Jill wasn’t used to experiencing pleasure like this. Even in her most avidly pursued liaisons, the pleasure ebbed and flowed. Here the pleasure was slowly, almost exquisitely retained, moving to higher and higher levels, with correspondingly more intense spikes. Two sets of hands on her body and two mouths actively stoking her passion added to the collage. And above all, the occasional snap of the flash, recording it, sent the pleasure spiraling upward with its own unique eroticism. Jill was vaguely aware of Katie saying panties, but it made no real impression on her, until she felt Chelle’s hand slide from her side to her crotch. Chelle used her free hand to pull Jill’s dark thong aside and expose her pussy. Even before Jill could react, Chelle’s hand returned to its gentle ministrations and Jill groaned. The contact of flesh on flesh was a further enhancement to the already wild maelstrom of sensation she was trying to cope with.
Jill felt the tell-tale twinge in her deep muscles that was a precursor to orgasm. She had trouble assimilating that. It did feel incredibly good, but she usually took a lot of warming up before she came. So much so, that she generally didn’t have an orgasm with her partner. It was hard to sync the rhythmic contractions she was now feeling with the short amount of time involved. Her body convulsed once, almost doubling her over and then she uncoiled like a spring as her orgasm hit. Blasts of pleasure, emanating from her pussy shot through her body and deluged her mind.
The orgasm was intense, more powerful than any she could remember. Wave after wave of heady sensation rising and falling with each new contraction. She moaned and whimpered and as it echoed away, she felt herself suffused with indolent contentment.
“Whoo,” she exhaled.
Chelle’s hands came up, cupped her breasts and began to gently fondle them. The sensation wasn’t stimulation, at least not really. It was just gentle and comforting. Jill didn’t fight when she felt Mary’s hands pull her thong down and off her rubbery legs. Nor did she open her eyes or protest, when the blonde gently pushed her legs open.
The first contact of Mary’s tongue on her inner thigh, however, caused her to start. Mary forestalled any protest by flattening her tongue and running it between Jill’s damp lips. Her protest morphed into a soft moan, as the sensation began to flow though her already sentizied nerve endings.
Jill was no stranger to getting head, but this was subtly different. That restlessness and energy she had noted in Mary earlier was very present in her oral technique. Her tongue was incredible, seemingly every where at once. Or maybe she was just so sensitive that she felt it more acutely. She couldn’t be sure, what she did know was that the energetic blonde was quickly driving her towards another orgasm.
Again she had that detached feeling, where specific sensations stood out against a quickly rising backdrop of pleasure. Her pleasure spiked when Mary gently laved her clit, it fell back to mild when she licked along Jill’s lips, and spiked again, when the blonde slowly introduced a finger into Jill’s passage. Between the many spikes and troughs another orgasm hit her. This one snuck up on her, with no warning, at least none that rose above the ambient pleasure. It was no where near as intense as the first, in fact, it barely would have rated a strong aftershock in comparison.
Mary never slowed; apparently unaware of the fact Jill was coming again. The continued stimulation rolled over and a second, more powerful orgasm crashed in on her, trampling over the ripples of the milder one.
Jill’s body convulsed. She hunched upward, tearing herself from Chelle’s arms and then threw herself backwards as the next pulse hit her. Jill’s original motion had pulled Chelle forward and the dark headed girl was unable to avoid Jill’s head as it shot back. Jill barely noticed the contact, but Chelle was woozy.
“Oh my God!” Jill cried as another wave of pleasure, raw and seemingly undampered, hit her.
Her legs were clamped so tightly to the sides of Mary’s head she hadn’t noticed what happened, but Katie did and rushed over to Chelle. As the pleasure rippled away and Jill relaxed, she began to feel the dull throbbing from her head.
“You Okay?” Katie asked, helping Chelle to a sitting position.
The tall brunette shook her head as if to clear it and then laughed.
“First time that’s ever happened,” she said while rubbing her chin.
“Will make the bloopers for sure,” Katie said, her relief evident.
“I’m so sorry,” Jill said in embarrassment.
“No worries,” the tall girl said, “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”
Jill was about to respond, but Mary started to gently tongue her pussy again and she found she couldn’t speak. Chelle rose and started to walk towards the hallway, but she staggered and Katie had to help her. Mary ignored them, getting lost again in eating Jill’s pussy. Jill could hardly keep her thoughts together in the face of the rapidly mounting pleasure. Jill sighed and moaned through two more orgasms before Katie returned. Mary paused and looked up. “She Okay?”
“Yeah, just a little dizzy. She’s a trooper though, when I left she was putting on her harness,” Katie replied.
“You ready for that?” Mary asked, gently nuzzling Jill’s damp lips.
“For what?” she managed.
“This,” Chelle said as she entered.
Jill couldn’t have spoken if her life depended upon it. Chelle was nude, save for a thin purple latex girdle that went around her waist and between her legs. From it bobbed an imposing red jelly dildo. Her breasts were small, but well formed and her legs were very long and shapely, but Jill barely noticed. Here eyes seemed glued to the dildo and the way it bobbed before Chelle as she walked.
Mary stood up and whisked her shirt over her head while kicking out of her shoes. Jill saw her hands go to her jeans, but her view was blocked as Chelle knelt between her still open legs. She grasped the dong in her hand and began to gently rub the head up and down between Jill’s slick and pouting lips. Katie was watching though the eye piece of one of the camera’s on the tripods. She frowned, grabbed the hand held and moved around to the back of the sofa, so her line of sight was unobstructed.
Chelle seated the dildo’s fluted head at Jill’s entrance, using one hand to keep it stiff and the other on Jill’s hip to keep her balance.
“Ready baby?”
“I guess, just go slow, that thing looks awful big.”
“I’ll be gentle, but you needn’t worry, I’ve used it on a lot of smaller girls with no problems,” Chelle said.
She set her hips and pressed forward. Jill felt the pressure build as the muscles at the entrance to her tunnel strained to keep it out. Chelle was patient, keeping up a steady pressure without lunging, and soon Jill relaxed. When she did, the head nosed into her, and then slowly expanded her channel as Chelle pushed more into her.
Jill had her eyes closed, and her lower lips held between her teeth. When Chelle pushed more in, she grimaced, but made no sound. Chelle pulled back some, and then began to slowly rock her body. As Jill’s juices coated the big dildo, it began to slide in and out with less friction. Meeting less resistance, Chelle again began to push more of it into Jill, until their mounds bumped.
Chelle now had both hands on Jill’s hips and began to slowly work up to a rhythm she liked. Once she got there, she began to add a rolling motion to her hips and a little “flourish” to the end of each stroke. Jill was in heaven, moaning and gasping. The strokes were long, but the rolling motion and flourish seemed to be designed to make sure each stroke got solid, if fleeting, contact with her clit. It felt so good that she just phased out for a few moments, totally lost in an effervescing sea of pure bliss.
She was brought back to reality when another monster orgasm ripped through her. It again shocked her, because she felt none of the normal signs. Jill was aware, in a vague way, that she had never experienced this many orgasms in such a short period and she wondered if, perhaps, the warning signs were still there, but she just felt too damned good to notice them?
Before she had time to contemplate that too much she felt the sofa sag. She looked up to see Mary, naked as the day she was born, kneeling on the cushion next to her. Without saying a word, she threw a leg over Jill’s torso, bring her pussy right up to the older woman’s face. She was smiling down on Jill, and used both hands to guide her face to her pussy.
“Eat me, baby,” she whispered. Jill wondered if perhaps she didn’t have as much control of the direction things were going as Michelle had indicated. On the other hand, Mary had made her feel so good, the least she could do was give it a try with an open mind, she thought.
She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Mary’s lips were soft and silky, and already slick. The flavor was mildly pleasant, a soft musk that mirrored her scent. Encouraged, Jill began to explore more fully, but kept her eyes tightly shut. Soon she was avidly giving Mary head, as her own body convulsed through two more shattering orgasms.
“Damn, she’s fucking incredible,” Katie said.
“Can’t remember anyone cumming like that,” Mary added.
Michelle merely grunted and increased the tempo. Jill groaned as the pleasure rose another notch. It was nearly unbearable now, walking the razor’s edge between exquisite and unendurable.
“Katie,” Mary said.
Jill barely noticed as Mary dismounted. Her eyes flew open when she felt a warm mouth cover each of her nipples. She opened her eyes to find both Mary and Katie lovingly suckling her while Chelle was grimacing and pounding into her.
“Oh god…Oh God…Ohmigod!” Jill chanted, the final note rising to a keening screech as she came again.
She saw starbursts on the backs of her tightly closed eyes and her body seemed to disconnect from her head, jerking and twisting like a marionette, totally beyond her control. The pleasure spiked and with it, came agony, ecstasy, or some diabolical combination of the two, she couldn’t discern between them anymore. Faced with that, her mind shut down and she blacked out for a few moments.
***
Jill was at work. It had been three weeks since she returned to her home, with rubber legs and a smile that hadn’t left. When she saw the email, she hesitated, but decided to open it. Inside was a link and with some trepidation, she clicked it.
It took her to the login screen and Jill entered the screen name and password at the bottom of the mail. It brought up the site’s main page and Jill nearly died. There was a big picture of her, smiling like a glamour shot, and several small pics of her having sex. It was embarrassing, but she had to admit, it was also supremely arousing.
Jill was even more surprised to see that the episode had a five star rating, the site’s highest. She heard people outside her office and killed it quickly.
Her boss poked his head in the door, “Want to go get some lunch with us?”
“No thanks, I’m on a diet,” she replied.
“Want us to pick you up a salad?”
“Please, with a vinaigrette if they have it.”
“Done,” he replied with a smile.
Jill waited until she was sure she was alone again before opening her mail. She saw a new message from the website, just below the old one. Curious, she clicked it and read.
Hi Jill,
Glad to see you logged in. We don’t usually do this, but Mary, Katie and I were wondering if you would be up for a sequel? Your episode has garnered us more feedback than any previous one. You’re a hit.
Even if you don’t feel up to it, I was wondering if you would care to have dinner with me Friday?
Chelle
Jill smiled as she typed a reply. Then smiled at herself as she proof read before sending.
It seemed the wild side had come to stay.