by Katy Kaylee
“Watch this,” I whispered to him, pressing Tabitha back until she was pressed against his back. “Hold her for me, will you?”
“Wha-” she started to ask, but then I was kissing down her body until I was kneeling before her. I watched as goosebumps rose along her pale, soft skin, easy evidence to spot of how much I was affecting her. My hands went to the top of her high-waisted panties, and I slowly pulled them down her thighs, enjoying how they pressed into her curves as they descended. They joined her dress and I urged her feet a little wider.
“Xavier,” she breathed shakily. I looked up at her to see that she looked embarrassed, uncertain even, but her eyes were bright with excitement and her pupils were blown wide.
“Do you remember this?” I asked. She nodded, her hand going to her mouth so that she could bite one of her knuckles. “I want you to show Samson how much you like it. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded once more and I gently slid my hand against her, warming her up before we really got started. She gasped, of course, and bucked into my palm. While we had done this in her own apartment before, it was something entirely different to do it while she was standing in the middle of my bedroom, her arms supported by Samson who was watching with rapt attention.
I pressed a little deeper with my fingers and was surprised to feel more than a little slick waiting there for me. Tabitha had already been wet when I set upon her at her apartment, but I thought maybe that had been build up by Samson before me. I was pleased to see that she seemed just as into it again and slid my digits up to the very peak of her then back down again.
“Don’t tease,” she gasped, trying to grind down onto my hand. But I pulled away just enough so only the very tip of my fingers brushed against her.
“Then don’t sound so pretty when I do.”
“I…” she had to pause to catch a breath while I stroked her again, my other hand reaching up so a finger could gently circle one of her nipples that were pressing against his bra. “I don’t think I can help it.”
“Then neither can I.”
I smirked, watching her face as I continued to lightly move against her.
“And I thought I was cruel,” Samson remarked, his hands moving from her arms to her hips where he held her firmly against him. I could tell that he was thrusting ever so slightly against her plentiful behind, no doubt seeking friction just like Tabitha was.
“Just enjoying myself,” I answered coolly. But I did feel the tiniest bit of guilt at being a bit selfish with time. This wasn’t a matter of just stretching things out so I could enjoy her as long as I could. I needed to think of Samson’s enjoyment, patience and stamina as well.
Ugh, if I let myself think about the complications of it all, I’d lose the mood, so I shoved that away and gave into Tabitha’s begging.
It felt good to have my mouth up on her again, my nose pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex and my tongue sliding against the bottom of her entrance to the top. She really was dripping wet already, but I was set on adding my own moisture to her.
“Oh my God, Xavier. It’s too much, it’s too much!”
She was standing on her tip toes, like she was trying to keep her weight off my face, but I wouldn’t have it. My hands left her breast and her center to grip her thighs and yank her down onto the flats of her feet.
Immediately I could feel the pressure of her weight on my chin and nose and I loved it. I wanted her to ride me. I wanted her to come over my face and forget her own name as she lost herself to her pleasure.
“Shit,” I faintly heard Samson breathe, obviously enraptured by the pleasant show coming from Tabitha.
I couldn’t blame him.
When she was well and truly warmed up, I finally let my tongue flick over her clit, not putting direct pressure on it until she was well and truly panting. God, the sounds she was making made me want to plunge into her right then and there. I had resisted already once in her apartment and my mind was telling me that there was no reason to hesitate now.
Except there was. I wanted her to lose everything on my tongue and I would have to be patient enough to make sure that happened.
Her breathing hitched and I became aware that Samson’s hands had lifted from her hips, going to her breasts which he kneaded while whispering in her ear. I could only hear scattered phrases, but I could feel her body respond to them on my tongue.
“That’s it, my girl. You look so good like that. Do you feel him? Are you close?”
“Y-yes!” she stammered on that last one, sounding like she was going to lose her absolute mind. Yes! That was what I wanted to hear from her. All desperate and seeking release.
But I took that as my cue and sealed my lips over that hot button, applying suction while flicking my tongue over it repeatedly. At the same time, I let two of my fingers thrust into her, curling to rub vigorously against that spongy sort of spot just inside that pelvic shelf within her.
She fell apart almost instantly, her hands both burying in my hair and pressing me so hard against her center that I couldn’t even breathe.
But I didn’t need to. I just let myself take it all in as she ground against my mouth, climaxing so sweetly that I never wanted it to stop.
Eventually, however, she shuddered against me and went sort of boneless, Samson being the only thing really supporting her. I stood and pulled her towards me in a sweet kiss.
“So,” Tabitha breathed raggedly after we parted. “What do we do now?”
Oh. I supposed that I hadn’t really thought that out. Maybe my eating her out had been a little impetuous, but I was never the sort of man to skip a meal.
I looked over her shoulder to Samson, eyebrow raised in a question.
“Think you can come again?” he asked, voice low.
Tabitha flushed, her make up already starting to thin a little from the light sweat I had worked up in her. “I… not for a few minutes at least. I, uh… I usually can do a couple of times when I’m by… by myself.”
Her embarrassment at admitting that she touched herself and could make herself go multiple rounds just made me that much hotter and I felt like my dick might burst out of my pants right then and there.
“That’s good,” Samson dipped his head down and kissed the back of her neck tenderly. “I need to know which one of us you want to have you first.”
“H-have me?” she repeated somewhere between dreamily and blissed out. Samson just rumbled in response and I was once against struck about how all of it was a bit awkward. Maybe we should have talked out the logistics a bit more.
Oh well, no time like the present.
“I, uh, do you want to like, rock, paper, scissors this?” she asked, chuckling and shaking her head at her own suggestion.
“I prefer lady’s choice,” I countered.
“I… I guess since you technically broke the no fraternization rule first, that maybe, uh, Samson should? If that’s alright?”
She sounded so uncertain, but at the same time so full of lust that all of the awkwardness sort of fell away.
“That’s fine,” I breathed, stroking her arms before looking to my best friend. “Looks like it’s your game now. Want to lead?”
His smile was crooked and familiar as his gaze locked with mine. “I think I can handle that.”
Samson
I had a long list of kinks that ranged from hair pulling, to love bites, to having sex in places where sex probably shouldn’t be had, but voyeur had never been on that list. Yet, as I watched Tabitha come apart so beautifully by my best friend, I realized that I was possibly more turned on than I had been in my entire life.
Tabitha was soft and pale and tiny compared to the two of us. Beautiful and carefully made, like the perfect sculpture made by a master. She practically glowed against Xavier’s tanned skin and my own darker shade, her body melding around our muscles. She was as comforting as she was maddening, all soft and warm and inviting. My body was flooding with desire for her so hard I feared
I might break something soon if I didn’t get to feel more of her.
Because she was the type of woman who was built for more. She was the kind I could hold, and press into, leaving love bites and fingerprints behind to remind her of how much pleasure her body was capable of.
“What do you usually use for protection?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer for a moment. “I, uh… I’m on birth control. I haven’t had a partner in… in a while, so I know that I’m clean.”
“That’s good,” I said, stroking her arms. I knew Xavier and I were too, only because we were both pretty responsible about being tested whenever we had a new partner, but both of us had been so busy over the past year that we hadn’t really had any extracurricular fun. “So are we.”
“But I still have condoms, if you want.” Xavier said, grinning cheekily. I knew he had pretty much everything in the nightstand beside his bed. From flavored lube to condoms, to a diaphragm, to vibes and handcuffs. In fact, the only thing he didn’t have in there were the non-latex condoms, which were kept in the bathroom to avoid any sort of allergen cross-contamination. If there was one thing my friend took a little too seriously, it was any risk of anaphylactic shock.
“I… no. I trust the two of you, if that’s alright.”
I smiled into her hair as she said that. If she wanted condoms, I would have respected that, but I couldn’t lie that I wanted to feel her right on me. Skin to skin. Nothing between us.
Well, if I wanted that to happen, I better get the show started.
“Xavier, you get on the bed, sitting up all the way against the headboard.”
My friend gave me a short nod and complied. Normally we asked things of each other, acknowledging that we were equals, but he had handed over the reins, which meant I was in charge.
And I was definitely in the mood to be in charge.
“Wait,” I said before he could get too far away. “Tabitha, help him get undressed.” While both of us were in our shirts, we also both had out pants on. I could feel how uncomfortably the seam of them was pressing against the underside of my manhood and I was sure that Xavier was no more comfortable.
“Yes sir,” Tabitha breathed, stepping forward with her small hands going towards my friend’s belt buckle.
It was a bit funny. Nothing about Tabitha was really small. From her perfect breasts, to her soft, enticing waist, to the rounded curve of her ass or the fertile width of her hips. But when she was next to us, she looked a bit doll-like and fragile. I felt like I was caught between wanting to conquer her totally and thoroughly until she never thought of anyone else but us and treating her so tenderly, she would be frustrated enough to take matters into her own hand.
I could tell that Tabitha was shaking a bit and I pressed my lips to her vibrant hair once more. She smelled like pomegranate, citrus and something else I couldn’t quite identify.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” I asked. I’d been with enough women to have a few partners that were on the shyer side, and I knew it was important to check in often, especially during a first time together. It let them know there was no obligation and that could stop at any time.
Because I didn’t want Tabitha to feel obligated, or like she had to see something through. I wanted her to feel ravenous, desperate and wanting.
She nodded, her focus entirely on freeing Xavier from his clothing. Soon he was bare, and I could see how badly he wanted her.
Not for the first time, his eyes flicked to mine and he gave a little shrug. I mirrored him, turning my attention back to Tabitha. Xavier and I had seen each other naked plenty of times, we didn’t really have America’s fear of nudity, but it had never been in this context and could take some getting used to.
Some getting used to? I repeated to myself. Did I want something like this to happen again?
I dismissed that thought. It could wait until after it happened for the first time. As far as I was concerned, we were still in the preliminaries.
To his credit, Xavier didn’t forget my directions and backed up on the bed, making his way to the spot I’d told him to. Tabitha looked back to me, her cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from our kissed. I loved that expectant expression on her face, like she needed me to guide her, to tell her what to do.
“Get on the bed then crawl to him.”
She blushed even harder, the color making it through her makeup, and nodded. I worked at my own pants while my eyes were trained at her. God, there should have been some sort of warning when she bent over on the mattress, her heart-shaped bottom and thick thighs presenting themselves like some sort of beautiful painting.
If she was a drug, then I was already hooked. My feet propelled me forward, and my hands were on her ass before she could even make it to Xavier.
“What now?” she asked once she did reach him, taking it in stride that my hands were gripping each of her cheeks, kneading and stroking the skin there. She was so soft. Like satin or silk, but warmer. More inviting.
“Spread your knees wider,” I said, mustering up the most confident, commanding voice I could. “And take him into your hands.”
She did just as I asked, so good, so sweet, and the change in posture allowed me to see the pink lips of her womanhood as she bent to be closer to Xavier’s straining member. She was still glistening from my friends work and I couldn’t resist touching her anymore.
My fingers slid against her, earning a jolt from her and she let go of Xavier’s length, spurring a disappointed gasp from him. I tutted my tongue and she quickly took him in hand again.
I loved how visceral her reaction was, however, it wasn’t enough. I slid my fingers through her again, loving how slick she was.
“Please, right there,” she breathed, looking over her shoulder at me with such a needy expression. But as much as I loved it, I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept staring at me like that.
“Take him into your mouth,” I said firmly.
Her head and those mesmerizing, mismatched eyes finally turned away from me. I allowed myself to watch as her tongue came out to lave along his underside, working him with saliva until her plush lips closed around his head.
I took that as my cue and slid two fingers into her, just as I had watched my friend do. She let a muffled cry of pleasure out and rocked back onto my hand before remembering herself and returning to making Xavier groan and squirm.
Listening to the two of them made me ache that much more, but I took it in stride, focusing on the feeling of her warm, wet walls fluttering on my fingers. It was clear that she was still sensitive from her last orgasm, but not so much that I couldn’t touch her.
Still, I made her wait until sweat was dotting her back and her breathing was coming in short, little pants around Xavier’s dick before I finally added a third finger and then let my thumb rub circles around that button that would no doubt send her crashing into release.
Her back bowed upwards, a keen trying to escape from the seal her lips had around Xavier’s manhood. She wasn’t quite coming yet, but she was close, so I focused all of my effort into getting her there.
My friend had been quite frank with me in the period between her declaration in our office and our date. While there had been no penetration in their activities, he could tell from the way she had clamped down on her tongue that it was going to be a tight squeeze for either of them. While neither Xavier and I were quite porn levels, we were definitely above average, and our partners usually required a little extra prep.
I curled my fingers just so, finding that almost shelf-like ridge inside of her, and focused my attention on that while my thumb pressed down. That seemed to be the ticket, because her mouth jerked off of Xavier, her hand squeezing as she stroked him instead, and the most beautiful cry fell from her mouth.
I could feel her womanhood clamp down on my fingers like it wanted to take them with it, and I closed my eyes so I didn’t lose it right then and there. That would be embarrassing. A strangled sound from my friend had them back
open again a second later though, and I watched as Xavier came all over the underside of Tabitha’s chin, some of it dribbling down her fingers that were still gripping him.
Huh.
That was much hotter than it had any right to be.
Tabitha, the poor, trembling woman that she was, let her head crash to him, resting the side of her face against Xavier’s hip. She didn’t seem to care about the mess at all, so I didn’t either.
No, I had something far more important on my mind.
I lined myself up with her center while she was still relaxed and pliant, and pushed the head of my length in, near purple with need. She let out another little gasp, almost seeming like she was going to buck up against me, but Xavier held her still, one hand petting her hair and the other pressed between her shoulders.
I slid in inch by agonizing inch, letting myself revel in every gasp and hitched breath from Tabitha. She was so tight, even after two orgasms, it made me wonder if I would have even been able to get in her at all without them. I could feel her straining to stretch around me, so I bent to press gentle little kisses everywhere I could reach on her back.
“You’re doing so good,” I whispered, wanting to sing all of her praises. “You’re taking me so well.” She let out a little mewl that made my blood run hot and it took everything in me not to just sheath myself in her in one deep thrust. “Look at you, opening up for me like you were made for me. Think you can take all of me?”
She managed a weak little nod, her hand coming up to wrap around my wrist and pull me to her. It wasn’t strong enough to actually move me, but I went along with it, resting my front against her back as I finally slid all the way home in her.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, trembling under me.
“Look at you,” Xavier said, joining in my praise. I watched as his hand moved from her shoulders to her face, gently tracing over her features. “If you could see yourself now…”
“I don’t need to,” she whispered with just that edge of cockiness that I loved. “I can feel it.”
