Lisa jumped as she felt his fingers under her dress. She couldn’t decide whether to look and see if anyone could see or if she was more afraid of knowing the answer.
As his fingers danced on her clit, she became oblivious to the background noise of the restaurant. She could feel his eyes on her.
“What would you like for desert?” he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements underneath the napkin in her lap.
* * * * * * *
They’d been introduced by a mutual friend. It was an introduction that could only take place in the age of the Internet. The friend lived in Connecticut. He lived outside of Washington, DC, and she lived in Chicago. In an earlier time, the introduction might have led to being distant pen pals, but nothing more.
In the age of email and IM and cell phones, however, their contact quickly blossomed. For whatever reason, they began sharing fantasies – telling each other intimate secrets.
This dinner was the result of their first bet. She was a die hard Cowboys fan, and, as a Washington native, he backed the Redskins. The teams played, the Cowboys lost, and he won. The bet was made before they’d started exploring and fantasizing together, but that just made the upcoming payoff even more exciting for both of them.
Dinner was at one of the best restaurants in Washington – a French restaurant outside the city in the wealthy suburb of Great Falls, Virginia. The lighting was subdued, the mood being set by moonlight a small candle flickering on the table.
The food had been sensational. The other diners were absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Nick’s fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Laura’s pussy under cover her napkin. He had made her come to dinner in a cocktail dress and no panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He’d been toying with her ever since.
Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when they were alone. That was the game. ‘Had she ever faked an orgasm?’ ‘How often?’ ‘Why?’ She felt obligated to answer truthfully.
‘Did she like it when a guy came in her mouth?’ ‘What did she like best about it?’ ‘Had she ever had anal sex?’ That was a big one. She had always had a strange curiosity about anal sex – a combination of fear and forbidden desire, but she’d never worked up the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that way.
‘He knew she liked the idea of playing master and slave, but what turned her on about it?’ (She knew he knew the answer, but having her say it out loud was part of the game.) ‘What did she want to try that she hadn’t already done?’ She found, without much surprise, that having to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly moist when they’d started. It was quite damp now. She was afraid the back of her dress must be getting a wet spot and worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was very grateful for the dim lighting.
Then came the question she had been passionately dreading. It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job of trying to hide the fact. “What’s the most sexual thing you’ve done with another woman?”
She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it. Her curiosity had been hinted at in some of the fantasies she’d written. They’d never actually talked about anything she’d done, though.
He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell she was blushing furiously. “Go on, explain,” he again prompted.
Laura was stuck and knew it. “I’ve never actually been with another woman.”
“But you think about it?”
She flushed even deeper and nodded her head.
“You think about it a lot. Don’t you?”
Laura, still looking down, closed her eyes and said, “Yes, Master.”
“So . . . you’re curious about being with another woman,” Nick mused, “. . . and you like the idea of being told what to do. Is it just the idea of being with another woman that turns you on, or the idea of my watching you with her?” His finger slid across her swolen, hypersensitive clit as he spoke.
* * * * *
Even before the dinner, the second bet was made – the Superbowl. Neither of them had a vested interest, but it was an excuse to play the game. They waffled over who would take which team, and then she asked what the terms of the bet would be. “Winner gets to pick one of the fantasies we’ve written,” he said.
She was torn. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to win or lose. She’d spent so much time fantasizing and there were so many things she wanted to try that she almost said yes immediately. “But wait,” she thought, “I might lose. Then he gets to be in charge,” and that thought was almost even better for her. On game night, she lost, again.
He already knew that he wanted a fantasy that hadn’t been written, yet.
* * * * *
She’d come to DC for the weekend on the condition that they act out one of her other fantasies along with her treating him to dinner.
She waited for him in her hotel room. She’d left a key in an envelope for him at the front desk. She was wearing the oriental-style silk dress she’d had made on a recent trip to Asia. She loved the way the silk brushed against her skin as she moved, like an invisible lover’s hands over her body. She loved to look at the way the cut of the dress shaped her body – it was elegant and almost sleazy at the same time in the way that it emphasized her breasts and the high slits on each side of the skirt exposed her legs to the upper thigh – and teased the imagination with the possibility of more – with every step she took. She sat waiting on the edge of the bed. There was something erotic for her about the edge of the bed. She felt the corner of the mattress underneath her hips and thought about being bent over it – her skirt pushed up over her ass, him behind her driving into her. She ran her hands along it – feeling the stiffness of the edge with anticipation.
As he’d directed, she was blindfolded with a black silk scarf. She felt excitingly vulnerable sitting in the room knowing that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She’d gotten a full Brazilian wax in anticipation of the weekend, and the feeling of her dress on her now bare pussy made her feel naked despite the dress. She thought about how she’d look to him sitting there – it made her feel sexy and very feminine.
She ran her hands up her ribs to her breasts. The anticipation was almost enough to send her over the edge.
Lost in the feeling of her hands on her breasts, she almost missed the gentle click of the door.
She heard the door close with a more solid thunk.
“Nick?” she asked a little more hesitantly.
She felt more than heard him in front of her, and then she realized there was a rose under her nose. She breathed deeply, letting the smell roll through her.
She felt the gentle touch of the rose stroking her cheek.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
He stroked her cheek, the warmth of his hand following the silken tingle of the rose.
Without saying a word he took her in his arms, pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss. She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and pulled back to look at her.
* * * * * *
Through desert, the questioning continued. “What attracted her to another woman?” “Did a particular woman turn her on?”
She looked at every woman he pointed out while his fingers danced over her clit. Occasionally he’d bring his fingers up to her lips for her to taste. She sucked his fingers greedily, enjoying her taste on them and knowing he was imagining her lips on his cock – she was, too.
* * * * * *
When they got to the car, he pulled out the blindfold, again, and asked “Are you ready for an adventure.”
Laura didn’t know quite how to respond. Her legs were weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn’t muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face.
Nick studied her for a moment. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.'”
He tied the blindfold over her eyes and helped her into the car.
“We’re going to play a game. Will you do whatever I say?”
“Yes, Master, I promise.”
Once he was in the driver’s seat, he told her, “Pull up your skirt and play with yourself. I want you to tell me, on a scale from one to ten, how close you are to having an orgasm. If you cum before I say you can I’ll have to think of some way to punish you.”
“But what if someone sees?” she asked, nervous about the fact that she was blindfolded in the car without any idea what was around them.
“Well, in the first place, you just promised to do whatever I said, but, second, I’ll tell you that we’re driving on dark, country roads and then we’ll be on highway where no one will be able to tell. Now tell me, what level are you at right now?”
“Start playing with yourself,” he said.
She started hesitantly, still worried behind the blindfold. She made her movements small and furtive, focusing on her clit, trying to be subtle so that no one outside the car could suspect what she was doing.
Given how turned on she already was, she felt her nipples harden and tingle as they rubbed inside her bra. She shifted her hips forward on her seat, spreading her legs more, dropping her chest out view from the side of the car and started rubbing her breasts with one hand and fingering herself with the other. As her excitement grew, she said, “Six,” almost immediately and, “Seven,” seconds later.
She could feel the car moving, as she pinched and pulled her right nipple as her right hand flicked her clit with a flurry. She needed to cum so badly that her body was flying towards an orgasm.
“Eight,” she panted.
“Nine,” and he reached over and took her hand away from her clit. “Stop now.”
Gasping as her body dealt with the sudden shock of the loss of her fingers, she squeezed his hand and grabbed the armrest.
After a minute, as her breathing began to settle, he said “Ok, start, again.”
Her hands flew to play with her nipples and clit again. “Seven.” She tried to rub slower this time, to somehow control her excitement and not lose control, but her body was not listening. “Eight” She grunted “Nine…can I cum, please?”
He watched her body tremble and turn beet red as she struggled to keep from cumming. Pulling her hand away, again, he said, “Not yet, Laura, stop now.”
“Argh. Oh, Nick, please let me cum. Can I please play with myself, again?”
“Not yet. Put your hands on the dashboard.” With a groan she did what she was told. “Tell me about Asia.”
Struggling to put her thoughts together and ignore the raging desire in her stomach, she told him about the different countries, the people she’d met, the places she’d seen. As she focused on the memories, she felt the fire not really fading but a least getting under control.
As he saw her breathing gradually slow, he told her to start, again.
As soon as her fingers touched her pussy, she realized how little the fire had actually gone down. It raged back through her body. “Eight” she stammered as one hand stroked her clit and the fingers of the other worked in and out of her pussy. Her fingers were listening only to her body now, driving her hard towards the only thing that mattered – a huge orgasm. “NINE” she screamed as she tried to fight the gigantic orgasm that was building in her.
She didn’t even realize that the car had stopped moving. Just as she was about to reach the point of no return, Nick said, “We’re here. Stop now,” and grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her pussy. “No! Oh my god, no! Don’t stop me now. Please!” Laura sat there panting in frustration. Her body quivering with urgent need as it screamed at her to cum.
“We’re at the hotel. It’s time to go inside.”
Suddenly aware that she was sitting in a car blindfolded with her pussy exposed, Laura wondered if anyone was around the car. Her fear of embarrassment fought with the burning need inside her and temporarily won out.
As he helped her pull her dress back down, he slid a finger along her soaking wet pussy, feeling her shiver as he touched her hypersensitive clit.
“I’ll be around to help you out. Hold on.” He got out and walked around to her side, helping her unfold out of the car. They drew some stares as they walked through the lobby because of her blindfold, but everyone assumed that it was simply some kind of special celebration. They had no idea what had been going on in the car only minutes before, and they would have been stunned to know what would be happening next.
In the elevator, he stood behind her and ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts. She jumped, hoping that there was no one else in the elevator. He gently pinched her rock hard nipples through the silk, sending bolts of lust straight to her pussy. She pressed her ass back against him, feeling how hard he was.
She heard the ding and felt the rush of air as the door opened. He led her down the hall, opened the door to the room and took her in.
She felt him unbutton the top of her dress and then unzip it. She helped him slide it off, enjoying the brush of the silk on her skin. Her bra was next.
When Laura was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back to admire her. “Superb,” he said. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.
He stepped up against her and reached around her taut body to massage a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. She could feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would come for sure.
But he didn’t keep it up. Instead, he pulled away, again.
He sat her on the edge of the bed and laid her back. He took her left hand, tied a cloth around it, and she realized that her hand was now tied to something on the bed. He did the same thing to her right hand. Nick tied her ankles next. He cinched them tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough that Laura knew she wasn’t going anywhere until he let her. She was spread eagle on the bed.
Nick stepped back again to admire the view. “Magnificent,” he said again. “Simply marvelous.” Laura felt very proud to hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else. “OK,” she thought, “he has me tied up. Now what?”
And then nothing much happened at all. Nick sat on the bed next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her body around the restraints. But Laura sensed that he wasn’t going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy.
Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail up the inside of her thigh, coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, there was a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, “Right on time,” he said, almost to himself.
“Nick,” said Laura, very aware of her nudity and vulnerability. Surely he wasn’t going to let some stranger see her this way. “What’s that? What’s going on?” Her voice had a slightly frantic edge to it as she pulled against the restraints. She felt his hand on her chest. It was comforting, and his breath warmed her ear while sending shivers down her body. “Trust me,” was all he said, “This is part of the adventure.” “I do.” Laura quieted but didn’t lose any of her agitation.
Nick kissed her ear and whispered, “Now don’t go anywhere.” And he was gone. Laura was left to writhe in her bondage. Then, realizing how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and listened intently.
A few seconds later she heard the door open. There was a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn’t make out the words, but she could tell one of the voices was female. She heard the door shut and realized the female voice was inside the room, and she began to struggle silently against the restraints, again. She was torn – she didn’t want anyone to see her like this, but she also didn’t want anyone to see her struggling against it. She felt absolutely helpless and she realized that it was turning her on. Her mind began to play out scenarios, wondering what Nick had in mind.
She strained to hear the conversation, but the only words she could make out were Nick saying, “Are you ready for an adventure?” Then the voices faded, again, and try as she might, Laura could hear no more. She was left trembling in her restraints, naked on the bed.
* * * * *
Nick met Taylor a few years before. They’d shared a close bond as they supported each other through difficult times – his separation, her separation. They advised each other, amused each other, and became very special friends.
Taylor had a fantastic body. Petite, bordering on tiny, she’d been a cheerleader and continued coaching cheer teams. She had a very athletic build and, long, flowing dark hair. She also had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Nick also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest in sex. And she loved to try new things. They’d half-joked, half-talked seriously about their mutual interest in the idea of a threesome and how much she’d enjoy being with another woman – not really out of desire for another woman, but out of her knowledge of how much it would turn him on.
Their relationship settled into a close friendship as they both moved on after their marriages. She met someone else, and he supported her and advised her regarding that relationship.
Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came that fateful bet with Laura. He was IMing with Taylor and asked if she’d be interested in living out the threesome fantasy they’d discussed. Just the thought got her juices flowing.
* * * * * *
Laura felt like she’d been lying there for hours, even though it had been a matter of minutes.
“And how have we been?” Nick asked as he entered the room. “Still horny, I hope.”
Laura didn’t answer. The truth was that she was well beyond simply horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess what Nick was up to. She hadn’t been able to understand anything the Nick and the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was soft and sexy and very feminine.
Laura thought about the stories she’d written and how they talked about the involvement of other women. And now he had brought her here along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was alone working herself into a state of erotic tension pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held in store. “Yes,” she wanted to tell him. “Yes, I have these secret fantasies all the time. But I’m not sure I really want to do anything about them. At least not yet. I don’t think I’m ready for it.” But she knew the other woman was there in the room, looking at her – tied up and naked on the bed. And she couldn’t bring herself to say any of those things in front of the other woman.
Laura felt Nick reach in between her bound legs. She could actually hear the moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily worming their way through her engorged flesh.
“I’m not sure I’m actually ready,” she thought furiously as he removed his fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze. But she still couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
She wiggled her body impatiently. She wanted him to untie her and send the other woman away so they could talk about this. She wanted him to take off the blindfold so she could at least see the other woman.
She felt his fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her on the side of her face and around her ear. “Fun time,” he whispered.
* * * * * *
When she arrived at the hotel, Taylor felt nervous, and the butterflies in her stomach didn’t go away when Nick brought her into the room. Nick took a couple of steps into the room and stopped. Taylor had followed directly behind so her view was blocked. She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then another. She could smell another woman’s perfume in the air.
Finally screwing up her courage, Taylor took a deep breath and peeked around Nick’s broad shoulders. She felt a chill run down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and tied down. Taylor might have expected it, but hadn’t.
The woman was lying on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head. Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling them up to the center of the bed. Laura could tell there was a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the mattress as it disappeared over the edge.
The woman’s legs were spread and tied at the ankles and there were straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because the bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart. The effect was that her body formed a large letter ‘A.’
She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The woman was wearing nothing but a black silk blindfold. Her shaven pussy glistened moistly in light.
Nick took her by the hand and pulled her closer so she could get a better look at the woman laying on the bed. “Taylor,” he said, “this is Laura.”
“Laura, say hello to Taylor.”
Laura said, “Hi, Taylor,” with a voice that she almost managed to make sound confident and comfortable. Nick stepped behind Taylor and wrapped his arms around her. She felt him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands. Taylor could feel his stiff cock pressing up against her lower back. He nuzzled her neck and breathed softly into her ear, “You’re going to turn me on so much with this. Thank you for this fantasy.”
He then released her breasts, reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. He took half a step back and continued undressing her. He tossed her bra lightly aside. Enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, and fascinated by the naked, bound woman on the bed in front of her, Taylor said nothing. She was suddenly, and for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft carpet on her feet.
Nick helped her step out of her jeans, and Taylor’s hands fell lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked. But she didn’t move. She didn’t know what to do or what Nick expected of her.
Laura couldn’t see, but all of her attention was focused on them with laserlike intensity. She didn’t try to speak. She wasn’t resisting. She hardly moved, but Taylor could see the tension in her body. And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her crotch had increased.
Nick pulled Taylor gently to the side of the bed. They half sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Laura’s breasts. She moaned, despite her anxiety. She was still desperate to finish what Nick hadn’t let her finish in the car, and the whole situation had worked her body and mind into a frenzied pitch of excitement and tension. The needs of her body were threatening to overwhelm her ability to think.
Taylor watched Nick’s hand as he worked Laura’s breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The skin around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed to twitch at his touch. Taylor became fixated on what he was doing – she could almost feel his hands on her breasts as she watched him touch Laura’s.
Nick reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to Laura’s nearest breast. Taylor felt her fingers come in contact with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch. Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down Laura’s belly to her pussy.
With the attention to her breasts and pussy, Laura began to hum with pleasure. Looking down, Laura realized that without quite being aware of it, she had taken over pleasuring Laura’s breasts. This went on for several minutes.
Nick was doing something that was making Laura breathe harder and faster. But Taylor was fascinated with watching her own hands work. She though of the way she liked her own breasts fondled and was using this to excite Laura.
Somewhere in there, Nick stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. Now it was just Laura and Taylor. Taylor continued to play with Laura’s breasts and they were both so caught up in the feeling that they only vaguely wondered what would come next. Then she felt Nick’s hands on her hips. Nick had gotten undressed come up behind her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Taylor so that she was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Taylor’s closest breast. He lay down on the other side of Laura’s body, facing her and gently pressed her head until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl’s nipple. Then he started rubbing her back.
Taylor felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked down at a gently heaving breast and over at Nick’s smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually making contact with Laura’s nipple.
Taylor looked into Nick’s eyes and began to suck. She knew the effect this was having on him. Laying there bound, feeling a woman’s lips on her nipple, Laura had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden fantasy.
After a couple of minutes Taylor really started to get into it. What did she like? She brought her hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She was gratified to hear Laura moan deeper, and she felt Laura’s body quiver with pleasure and lust beneath her own. Watching Nick to see the effect her performance was having on him, as well, she inched forward and repeated the performance on the other breast.
For a while Nick continued to rub and tweak Taylor’s behind as he watched her. Then he moved back down between Laura’s legs and did something else that caused her to writhe with pleasure.
Nick let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and prodded Laura’s clit in preparation for what was to come. He wanted her at a high pitch of excitement.
He watched Taylor as she increased the tempo of her assault on Laura’s breasts. He was keeping a careful eye on how turned on they both were getting. When he judged the time was right, he moved.
Taylor felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Nick pulled her to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He walked her around to the foot of the bed.
Taylor found herself staring directly up between Laura’s legs. The bound girl’s chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring.
Nick moved around Taylor again. He hugged her tightly. She could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as much as she’d ever wanted anything sexual. But he was whispering in her ear again.
“OK, baby,” he said. “She’s all yours.”
And then he simply released his hug and stepped back.
Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Taylor started to look around to see what Nick was doing, but she felt his hand come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so she was again facing directly toward Laura. Then he pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face was angled down toward Laura’s crotch.
His hand withdrew.
More nothing. Laura could feel Taylor between her legs. Her heart was beating wildly.
And Taylor, hardly thinking about what she was doing, but knowing how much Nick wanted to see this inched forward. She climbed slowly up between the Laura’s thighs. She gently grasped a thigh with each hand. She seemed drawn to Laura’s wet crotch. Her lips were splayed completely open. Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the dim light. She could actually see the Laura’s heartbeat in her pussy.
“Please,” Laura said. “Please. Lick me. I need to cum.”
Taylor knelt on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her. She pressed the little hood back and looked at Laura’s clit. She touched it with her finger. Laura’s body jerked in response. Taylor touched it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm.
She heard Laura grunt and moan in response. “Oh, yes. Ohhhhh…That’s perfect.”
For a long time nothing else happened. Taylor just kept fingering Laura’s clit and observing both her reaction and Nick’s. He watched with fascination and undisguised lust. Then she closed her own eyes and could almost feel how Laura must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she wanted — what Laura must want. Almost without thinking, she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit.
At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She found that she liked the aroma and taste. Taylor liked the taste of her own pussy on her own fingers or on a cock, and Laura’s tasted a lot like her own. She was using one hand up above to hold Laura’s clit open for easier access. Her other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips lightly touching the skin on Laura’s ass. But as the moments passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper. She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit.
Laura was moaning loudly now.
Taylor quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the entire area of Laura’s upper pussy around the clit. Sucking the tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Taylor started licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to feel good.
Taylor was also using her hands. She had moved one finger into the Laura’s pussy and pushed in and out. Somehow it didn’t feel big enough, so she pulled it back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in Taylor’s ass. She was rewarded by hearing a great sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole crotch area seemed to increase.
Taylor was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her own crotch was incredibly wet.
Laura was thrusting her pelvis against Taylor’s mouth to bring herself off.
Taylor felt Nick at her side again. He moved in and lay next to her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and took over licking Laura’s pussy. Taylor’s fingers were still buried in Laura’s pussy. She felt the pace of Laura’s excitement quickly elevate and Taylor could sense Laura was getting very close, very fast.
For Laura, laying there blindfolded meant that all of her other senses, especially her sense of touch was heightened, and given the level of her excitement, she was riding the wave of an orgasm that she knew was going to fire through her body like nothing she’d ever experienced.
Nick was still holding Taylor’s hair when Laura made an agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Taylor pulled back, pressed Nick’s face back into Laura’s crotch and whispered, “Finish her quickly. Lick hard and very fast.”
Nick accepted the sudden reversal, knowing that Taylor was giving him good advice from a woman’s perspective. Laura started writhing with renewed intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into hard quick grunts. Laura was bucking her pelvis into Nick’s mouth. Taylor slid up Laura’s body until her face was next to Laura’s ear.
“You love his tongue on your pussy don’t you? Do you want him to fuck you?” Taylor teased Laura’s nipples mercilessly as she whispered.
Laura was almost incapable of understanding what she heard, let alone speaking. The waves of pleasure rippling through her body made it almost impossible for her to think about anything else.
“Yes. God, yes. Fuck me,” she gasped.
Nick slid up her body and began pumping in rhythm with Laura’s bucking. Taylor watched in fascination. She’d never been this close to two people fucking before. She reached down to play with her own clit with one hand, flicking it and Laura’s nipple in the same rhythm.
After only a couple minutes of this she watched Laura’s thrusting become more urgent. Bound as she was, Laura was pushing herself as hard as she could up against Nick’s thrusts. Taylor could hear the mantra coming from her, “Yes. Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god.” Taylor could feel the contractions of Laura’s orgasm. She watched, almost hypnotized as Laura’s and Nick’s hips kept pumping and pumping together. She stared into Nick’s eyes as she watched him fuck Laura. It was positively the most erotic moment Taylor had ever known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in response.
She watched Nick’s face as he shuddered with his own orgasm.
Laura felt Nick ease himself out of her, straddle her body and slide up towards her head. She felt his cock at her lips, and tasted herself on him. Able to move only her head, Laura used her tongue and lips to tease his cock, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with her own juices.
Taylor slid around behind him, straddling Laura’s stomach. She wrapped one hand around the base of his semi-hard cock, using little strokes as Laura teased the tip. She felt Laura’s body jump underneath her as she reached back with her other hand to tease Laura’s post-orgasmically sensitive clit.
Nick reached down and pulled Laura’s blindfold off. It took a second for her eyes to adjust, and then she was treated to one of the most erotically exciting sights she’d ever seen – Nick straddling her tits, his cock in her mouth, with Taylor’s hand on it.
Laura couldn’t see much of Taylor, but she could see enough to realize that she had a very sexy body and that she didn’t look anything like Laura had imagined while she was blindfolded.
Nick reached up to release Laura’s hands, and climbed off to untie her legs, as well. There was an awkward moment when the two girls found themselves looking into each other’s eyes for the first time. They looked at each other and started to giggle. Taylor took the initiative and, reaching out with her hand said, “Hi, I’m Taylor. It’s been a real pleasure meeting you.”
“Believe me,” laughed Laura taking Taylor’s hand, “the pleasure was definitely mine.”
“I enjoyed it, too, but I think the pleasure was mostly Nick’s.” With that they both laughed. Laura said, “Given how much I’m sure he enjoyed it, I think we ought to charge him.”
“I’m sure he’ll make it up to us somehow.”
Nick said, “Now, wait a sec. I think the two of you enjoyed that quite a lot, but, before we have the debate of who owes whom, I need y’all to excuse me for just a second,” and with that he stepped around the corner and went into the bathroom.
Taylor climbed off of Laura’s stomach, as Laura flexed her legs, stiff from being restrained during all of her exertions. Getting up onto her knees, she was face to face with Taylor. There was an electric moment as the two women realized the situation they were in with another naked woman. Laura looked directly into Taylor’s eyes and studied her face as if she were trying to fathom something. Taylor didn’t know what to say or do, so she simply knelt there with her hands hanging limply at her sides.
Laura took Taylor’s face in her hands. Pulling Taylor’s face up to her own, Laura kissed Taylor full on the mouth. Taylor 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 Laura’s passion and her active tongue just took Taylor’s breath away. Without conscious thought she found herself kissing back, her tongue battling with Laura’s. Laura’s hands slipped to Taylor’s arms and she gently scraped her nails up and down them, sending shivers through Taylor’s body.
When the kiss broke, Taylor was shaking. She had never experienced anything so sensual, naughty and sexy before.
Taylor felt Laura’s hands slide under her breasts and push them up, almost like an offering.
“Can I?” the blonde whispered.
Taylor was caught off guard by the question. After a pause she nodded.
Taylor jumped at the first fleeting contact of Laura’s fingers on her skin. She tightened her hold and began to gently squeeze Taylor’s breasts. Taylor looked into Laura’s eyes. The lust in Laura’s face caused Taylor’s arousal to spike. No woman had ever looked at her with that kind of expression before.
Laura’s fingers traced gently around Taylor’s breasts, making slow circles as they zeroed in on the aureolae.
At that moment Laura chose to flick her tongue over one of Taylor’s stiff nipples. The sensation was like an electric shock running through her body. Taylor was lost in a whirlwind of sensation and need. Laura 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 Taylor’s lower back.
Taylor moaned and started to really get into it as Laura worked her breasts. Laura placed both hands on one of Taylor’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. Laura 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 Taylor’s nipple gave a shock that 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.
Laura 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 Taylor to whimper.
Nick came back into the room, admired the scene on the bed and climbed in to kneel behind Taylor. He started driving her to distraction with his tongue on her ear and his breath on her neck.
Laura switched between nipples, and used multiple techniques to keep the pleasure mounting. It went on for minutes. Taylor 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 Nick’s shoulder.
“You like that don’t you?” Nick asked in a whisper.
A “Yes,” came from Taylor and, unexpectedly, from Laura, as well.
“Good,” laughed Nick.
As he spoke, his hands slid to her thighs. Nick applied gentle pressure to Taylor’s inner thighs and she felt them part, almost as if they were acting of their own accord. Nick’s hand cupped Taylor’s mound. His fingers moved slightly, until they settled in the correct position to curl just right into her pussy. Taylor’s mouth gaped open and her body convulsed, but no sound came.
Nick’s fingers massaged while his wrist made a twisting motion that brought his fingers into contact with Taylor’s clit 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 Taylor’s body. Layered over this source of pleasure, was the continued collage of sensation as Laura kept up the attention to Taylor’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. Laura was fascinated by the feel of Taylor’s tits, and also the way that she could make her respond.
Particular sensations began to stand out. A particularly solid contact between Nick’s questing fingers and Taylor’s clit. Laura using her teeth to trap Taylor’s nipple and lash it with her tongue. The contrastingly soft caress of Nick’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.
Taylor 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. The contact of flesh on flesh was a further enhancement to the already wild maelstrom of sensation she was trying to cope with.
Taylor felt the tell-tale twinge in her deep muscles that was a precursor to orgasm. 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. If it hadn’t been for Nick’s arms wrapped around her and the support of his body behind hers, she would’ve collapsed.
“Whoo,” she exhaled.
* * * * *
After they’d mopped up a bit, Nick suggested they go to sleep and then go out for a celebratory breakfast in the morning. Both girls enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they all lay down together.
Nick was in the middle. Laura was nestled up against him on one side, already asleep. Taylor was lying on his other side. She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t yet asleep. Taylor’s eyes were open.
“That was really nice,” she said quietly.
“Hmmm,” he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone.
“Pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
He favored her with another ‘hmmm’ing noise. This one sounded almost smug.
She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand. “Good boy,” she said.
“Next time, . . .” she said and didn’t finish the thought.
“Next time,” she said, “I want to run the show.” She gave his prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated.
“Next time?” he half mumbled.
“You know what I mean,” she said, rubbing his member so that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly swatted her hand away. He’d had enough for one night. Taylor smiled to herself and thought, ‘last one standing.’ She continued, “I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner and have Laura on her knees before me licking me.”
“I want to call the shots.” She brought her hand back up to his chest. “What do you think?”
“Hmmmm,” he said. “We’ll see.” He yawned and then said, as if to end the conversation, “Guess you’ll just have to win a bet.”
That was good enough for Taylor – she liked bets. She whispered, “Go to sleep.”
“Mmmmmm,” Nick agreed. It had been one hell of a night.
Taylor was sure there would be a next time and that she’d get her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at Laura. ‘Beautiful’ she thought. She imagined that mouth totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the thought. Reaching over Nick, she took one of Laura’s nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was delightful.
Laura moaned softly but showed no signs of waking.
Taylor lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained a tender grip on Laura’s nipple. She played with it idly as she drifted off. “Next time,” she thought to herself. “Next time.”
* * * * * *
Nick’s eyes fluttered awake at the noise. He couldn’t identify it at first, but as the cobwebs cleared he recognized it as muffled moaning.
Taylor lay on the bed next to him. Her arms were wrapped around a pillow that she clutched to her chest as if her life depended on it. She had one corner in her mouth and her teeth were clamped down tighter than a bulldog on a side of steak. Her eyes were squeezed closed.
He looked down and saw Laura’s face buried in Taylor’s pussy. Her mouth enveloped the other girl’s clit and she had a finger or two working in and out of Taylor’s pussy.
Taylor’s legs were spread wide and Nick could see Laura flicking her tongue and sucking with her lips.
Like most men, Nick generally woke up horny, and seeing the two women going at it only turned him on more.
While Nick enjoyed the show, slowly stroking his cock, it was only a few minutes before Taylor started bucking her hips against Laura’s face. Taylor arched her back.
“Oh, fuck!” her voice was barely a horse whisper. “Oh, fuck . . . oh, god . . . eat . . . eat me . . . oh, god!”
She stuffed the pillow back in her mouth to keep from screaming. Her knuckles turned white and she pushed her pussy forward, as if she were trying to force it down Laura’s throat.
Their bodies tensed and then Laura dove in as the floodgates opened. Taylor began to cum . . . and cum . . . and cum . . . All the while Taylor’s head rocked back and forth in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm.
It was quite something to see. Taylor was virtually silent as the waves of the orgasm wracked her body.
Nick stroked his hard cock, wanting desperately to be in the middle of the action, but at the same time, enjoying watching the two women share each other.
When there was no more cum to be had from between Taylor’s legs, Laura climbed up over Taylor, as if to mount her. Their breasts pressed together and they embraced.
Taylor wrapped her legs around Laura and they held each other tight. They kissed tenderly. Both girls were oblivious to Nick watching them.
They continued kissing and caressing for some time. Each explored the other’s body.
Laura gently wiped the sweat from Taylor’s forehead and brushed the hair out of her face.
Taylor ran her fingertips up and down Laura’s back, leaving a trail of goose bumps.
Laura pushed the hair aside and kissed Taylor’s neck; she bit her lip and moaned softly. Taylor nibbled back.
When her head turned towards Nick, she noticed he was awake. There was a dreamy look in her eyes. She smiled at him and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Taylor turned, too. Nick shifted over onto his side and leaned in to kiss both girls. There was a familiar taste in both girls’ mouth as he quickly discovered that Laura wasn’t the only one who had been eating pussy that morning.
Taylor rolled Laura to her right so she was in the middle with her back to Nick. Laura reached around and felt for Nick’s cock.
She lifted her leg and began to rub the head of his cock against the wet entrance to her box.
He put one arm under the pillow and reached around with the other. First, he turned her head and kissed her lips, then her cheek and then behind her ear. Then, his hand went to her full breasts. He cupped them one at a time and found Taylor’s hands on them as well.
Pushing forward, he felt the head of my cock enter Laura. She was already soaked and he slid effortlessly inside her. He pushed with his hips and pulled against her breasts. Slowly.
He felt fingers brushing against the underside of his cock and spreading Laura’s lips and suddenly realized that it wasn’t Laura’s hand down there.
Laura moaned, “God, that feels so good.”
The girls continued to kiss. They made little cooing and sucking sounds as their lips met. Laura pulled Taylor close with one hand behind her head and the other on her bare ass.
Nick’s hands went to Laura’s hips as he pumped his cock in and out of her.
Their early morning lovemaking was slow.
It was beautiful.
It was magic.
Laura breathed in sharply. Taylor’s hand was moving faster, so Nick moved his hips faster. They established an easy rhythm.
As Taylor kissed Laura’s lips, Nick pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. Then behind her ear. Then down across her shoulder.
Nick’s kisses left a wet line across Laura’s shoulder, and Taylor blew softly from the top of her neck all the way down. Laura shivered with delight.
Nick’s hands continued to rub Laura’s breast in time with his thrusts, even as Taylor pressed against them.
“Keep doing that,” Laura panted. “Don’t stop . . . don’t stop . . . don’t stop fucking me . . . oh, god . . . oh, fuck . . .”
Taylor’s hand moved even faster. Nick could feel her pressing against Laura’s clit and brushing against the bottom of his cock.
Laura arched her back. She pressed her ass against Nick, trying to take as much of his cock inside her as she could. At the same time she wanted to press her pussy against Taylor’s hand, so she pressed forward. Laura alternated between them, lost in her own little world of pleasure.
The big bed began to shake as the three of them neared the climax.
Taylor and I squeezed Laura’s breasts together and she cried out.
Laura turned her head towards Nick and they kissed, their tongues meeting.
Taylor’s mouth went to the other girl’s breasts, suckling on the nipples.
“Oh, god,” Nick could feel the head of his cock begin to tingle. He tried desperately to hold it for a few more moments, but it was too late. “Here I cum!”
“Yes!” Laura moaned. “Cum with me . . . Give it to me . . . Cum inside me . . . oh, fuck . . . oh . . . fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck . . . Oh!”
Taylor pressed a finger against the base of his cock as his orgasm started. She pressed the palm of her hand against Laura’s clit and continued to rub as both of them went over the edge.
Nick pressed against Laura’s ass, his cock buried inside her as he came. Laura pulled Taylor close to her and they were kissing.
Taylor’s hand was still pressed against the base of Nick’s cock as the last of his cum emptied out of his balls.
Somehow, Nick managed to lift his head. The girls were giggling softly. They looked at him, silly grins on their faces.
“One time and you already need a rest?” Laura kissed him.
Taylor then leaned in to get hers. “If you pass out after having one of us, what are you going to do when you get to have both of us?”
Laura moved her hips so his limp cock slipped out of her. Then she rolled over Nick so that she and Taylor were on opposite sides and they each curled into an arm, their hands rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples and teasing his cock.
The three of them held each other tight for a long time. Nick absently traced the outline of each girl’s body with his fingertips.
They lay together, playing. Nick looked at each of them and said, “So what’s the next bet?”