FillingtheVoid

by Zenobia Renquist

  Finding out Stuart didn’t know the true purpose of Tuesdays made Naomie start pulling away. It wouldn’t be so hard to say goodbye to Kristine and Stuart when or if the break happened. Something this big could only end in a breakup. Naomie had seen it before when people tried to emulate her and Dane’s lifestyle but went about it the wrong way.

  Whatever the reason, Naomie was glad Kristine wasn’t there today. She felt sorry for Kristine’s daughter and hoped the girl was okay but at the same time Naomie saw fate’s hand or divine intervention at work. Kristine was with her family where she belonged. Naomie, Mia, Arisa and Fred were more relaxed, which also made them more playful.

  Arisa grabbed Naomie’s calf and pulled it close so she could kiss Naomie’s ankle—light, feathery passes of Arisa’s lips over Naomie’s skin. Naomie couldn’t stop her tittering giggles. She was ticklish in all the usual spots and Arisa was teasing one of them. Arisa ignored Naomie’s attempts to get free. She removed Naomie’s sandal so she could drag the point of her finger back and forth under Naomie’s foot.

  Naomie laughed while moving her leg in random directions to get away. Arisa let out an evil cackle, not relenting. When Naomie tried to lean forward to get off the stool, Fred snatched her fingers from Naomie’s pussy and grabbed her arms.

  Naomie squeaked. “No, let go.”

  Mia said, “No, hold her. I want in on this.” She hopped off her stool, trotted the few steps to Naomie and started fluttering her fingertips over Naomie’s sides.

  “No. No. No.” Naomie continued her denials while gasping for air and laughing. Below her, Arisa continued tormenting the foot she held. Behind her, Fred pulled Naomie’s elbows back so she could thread one arm through them, locking Naomie in place. Fred then returned her two fingers to Naomie’s pussy. She wiggled them as she pumped.

  Naomie screamed with laughter. No matter which way she twisted or how she moved, she couldn’t get free. Her state became more frantic as Mia trailed one hand down to tickle the exposed back of her knee. Arisa held Naomie’s foot in a firm grip to keep Naomie from bending her leg. Tears streamed down Naomie’s cheeks from all her laughing.

  Arisa raised a hand and waved it as she released Naomie. Mia stepped back and Fred let go of Naomie though she stayed behind her to keep her from slumping over as she sagged.

  With a smug smile, Arisa said, “And that’s what you get for making me beg.”

  Between labored pants, Naomie rasped, “Bitch.”

  Fred smacked Naomie’s ass. “Watch it, baby doll. No one gets to call her that but me and only when I’ve got her tied up.”

  Arisa said in a pouting voice, “And we left the ropes at home too.”

  Thank God! Naomie did not want these women tying her up. Who knew what they would do with her at their full mercy. They were doing enough to her and she was only partially fatigued. If this had been a normal day, they wouldn’t be able to do quite so much to her because she would be able to get away and turn the play back on them.

  She made a mental note to never, ever again come to a Tuesday get-together tired. It left her too vulnerable.

  Mia and Fred helped Naomie to her feet. The stool Naomie had been sitting on was soaked. The tile flooring had dark scuff marks Mia would have a time trying to remove. Served her right.

  Naomie asked in a hopeful voice, “Someone else’s turn?”

  The ladies chuckled. Mia said, “Not this time, mamí. Today is all about you.” She lifted Naomie’s top over her head and then placed it on the table. “We’re all curious why Dane keeps your ass all to himself.”

  Fred said, “There’s only one reason I can think of and I plan to find out if I’m right.” She cupped Naomie’s ass cheeks and bounced them one at a time. “Right after cookie gets her treat.”

  Naomie didn’t bother trying to argue. Someone played the center of attention every week. All the women got off, but one was on the receiving end of most of the play. The role usually belonged to the host, which made things interesting when at Arisa and Fred’s place. But the women had already declared open season on Naomie because of her missing anal plug. And she’d been late.

  She had hosted last week so this would be her second time as the focus. Given the way her day was going, it figured.

  “First let’s get this stupid thing out of the way.” Arisa slipped Naomie’s G-string off and tossed it over her shoulder. “I don’t see the point of those things. You might as well go without.”

  Naomie said, “I would but Dane likes me to at least pretend.”

  “So pretend with him but don’t bother wearing it with us. It just gets in the way.”

  “My thong gets in the way? What about you, Ms. Granny Panties?”

  “I am not wearing granny panties. These are bikini-cut cotton undies, thank you very much.”

  “Granny panties,” Naomie and Mia said in unison.

  Arisa swung her extended middle finger at both of them in turn.

  Fred said, “Leave my cookie alone. Her panties are cute. She has a pair of crotchless ones that I love. Makes it more interesting when we go to the movies.”

  Naomie shook her head. “I don’t see the point of crotchless panties. Just go without.”

  Arisa said, “Some of us like to give the illusion of propriety.”

  “Whatever. Still seems like a waste of money to me.”

  “And this conversation is a waste of time.” Arisa shuffled on her knees toward Naomie. “Open up.”

  Fred laughed. “My cookie gets bossy when she wants to eat out.” Fred lifted Naomie’s right knee onto the vacated stool. “Wet and pretty as a picture.” Fred reached down and spread Naomie’s pussy lips. “Soups on, cookie.”

  Arisa cupped Naomie’s inner thighs as she ducked her head and ran her tongue the length of Naomie’s slit from asshole to clit. The woman made a delighted sound of satisfaction, as though tasting the most delicious food in the world, and then did it again. “I love eating this cute little pussy so much. If you didn’t belong to Dane, Fred and I would take you home and eat you out every night.”

  Fred said, “If she didn’t belong to Dane, I could get my hands on her ass more often. We all know that won’t happen. I plan to enjoy myself thoroughly, seeing as how this might be a one-time thing.”

  Naomie didn’t like the sound of that. Fred went down on one knee behind her and Naomie knew what was coming. She couldn’t mentally brace herself though she did grab the table edge for support a second before Fred’s tongue returned to her asshole, circling the rim.

  At the same time, Arisa latched on to Naomie’s clit, alternating between sucking the bud and teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Naomie had to put her free hand on Arisa’s shoulder as her left leg started shaking. A high, pleasured keen left Naomie’s lips. She wouldn’t be able to stay standing.

  Mia said, “I got you, mamí.” She planted herself against Naomie’s left side with one arm curved around Naomie’s waist, keeping her upright. She grinned. “Wouldn’t want you to fall and end the fun early. Arisa and Fred have barely gotten started.”

  Naomie wanted to reply with a piece of her mind, telling Mia exactly what she thought of the woman’s help, but Fred chose that moment to bury her tongue inside Naomie’s hole. Fred’s piercing teased Naomie’s puckered opening as she curved and snaked her tongue. The balls on either side of the ring caressed Naomie in a way that had her digging her fingers into Arisa’s shoulder and scratching up the table edge. Naomie babbled nonsense meant to be a plea for Fred to slow down, possibly for her to stop.

  Maybe.

  Not.

  She had to talk Dane into getting a tongue ring, assuming she could form coherent sentences after this.

  “Good job, you two,” Mia said. “You’ve got her speaking in tongues.”

  Stopping her ministrations, Arisa said, “Bet you I can make her see God.”

  Arisa wiggled two fingers above her head so Naomie could see them. Naomie let loose a pitiful whimper because she knew what was coming�
�besides her. Arisa inserted those digits into Naomie’s drenched pussy and swept her fingertips up and down over Naomie’s inner sweet spot at the same time she returned to sucking Naomie’s clit.

  Naomie let loose a squeal that rivaled that a teenage girl shaking the hand of her favorite boy-band idol for the first time. She couldn’t help herself and hadn’t known she could get her voice that high anymore. This sensation called for it.

  Arisa had gone down on Naomie many times in the past months without a reaction like that. But Fred hadn’t been down there licking Naomie’s asshole at the same time. Naomie bounced in place against Mia, who had a firm grip on Naomie.

  Mia was stronger than she appeared. She would keep Naomie trapped between Arisa and Fred until the women called time or Naomie dissolved into a boneless puddle. Naomie knew the latter would happen first. Neither Arisa nor Fred showed signs of ending their attention any time soon.

  In fact Fred started nudging at Naomie’s pussy, trying to slip a third finger in behind Arisa’s. Naomie’s channel opened wider to accommodate the penetration. Fred twisted her wrist side to side as she pumped her hand.

  Naomie’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Arisa was wrong. Naomie didn’t see God. She was in heaven though so he had to be around there somewhere. She let her head fall back as she arched her body, sagging against Mia completely. Mia took advantage of the position and passed her tongue over Naomie’s left nipple.

  The sensation shouldn’t have been so acute, shouldn’t have driven Naomie closer to the orgasm the women probably wanted from her before they released her to attend to each other. The quivering bud was still sensitive from Jaime’s attention.

  Naomie wanted to warn Mia off. Her poor nipple couldn’t take much more. She couldn’t move her hand from Arisa’s shoulder. The muscles in her fingers had locked.

  Naomie managed to rasp between labored gasps, “No-not… not…le-le-left.”

  “This left?” Mia asked as she tugged at the dangling jewel. “What’s the matter, mamí? You love when I play with your ring. You saying it’s too much?” She poked the end of her pinkie into the hoop as if trying to slip it on.

  Naomie’s nipple in the way meant it wouldn’t happen, but that wasn’t Mia’s goal. The woman was teasing, rubbing the tip of Naomie’s nipple how she knew Naomie enjoyed it the most. Naomie still needed to stop her before the intensity of this session made her explode.

  She managed to say, “Gar-garde-gar—ah! Ah!”

  Mia pinched the nipple and rolled it. “Did your gardener have too much fun with it?”

  Naomie whimpered and hoped that was enough of an affirmative. She needed a reprieve. Mia’s hot, wet mouth surrounding Naomie’s nipple so the woman could drag her tongue around Naomie’s areola in rapid laps answered that question.

  Around the quivering bud, Mia said, “Too bad. You just have to deal.” She returned to her circuit, trying to go for a one-minute mile.

  That was Naomie’s limit. She wasn’t fat but she was singing the session to an end. Her voice warbled as she let loose a long call of gratification that would have impressed her former vocal coach.

  If she’d had any tension, this orgasm would have taken care of it. All Naomie’s muscles were liquid with fatigue from being tensed during her friends’ diligent perusal of her intimate anatomy.

  Arisa backed off first, grinning and wiping her mouth. Fred took her time slipping her tongue from Naomie’s hole, making sure Naomie felt every bit of it and the barbell piercing. Finally Mia lifted her head.

  Naomie’s sigh of relief deflated her. After Fred eased Naomie’s leg off the stool, Mia helped Naomie sink to the floor onto her knees. She sat shaking her head. It took a few minutes before she said, “Finished.”

  Her friends exchanged looks with each other, looks that said Naomie might be finished but they weren’t.

  Naomie waved them away. “Go on without me. I’m done for. I’ll only slow you down.”

  They would have to continue girl talk with just three. Naomie needed the rest of the visit to recuperate so she could drive home. Then again, maybe she should have Dane swing by after work and pick her up. Mia or Quincy could always drop off her car later. She hated having to call Dane after he’d gone into work early but she would hate having an accident from driving fatigued even more.

  Fred crouched down behind Naomie and rested her chin on Naomie’s shoulder. “Baby doll, I already said this isn’t a bar. You don’t get to tap out.” She hooked one finger inside Naomie’s asshole.

  Naomie let slip an excited yelp as her body readied for the next round.

  Fred kissed Naomie’s neck. “Not until I tap that ass. Now up you go.”

  Naomie rose ass first because of Fred’s finger guiding her. She didn’t want to stand or walk over to the oversized ottoman or feel her hole sucking on Fred’s finger, inviting it to go deeper.

  She said as Fred urged her to crawl onto the couch, “I’m too tired to keep going.”

  Mia said, “Go to sleep if you want but I promise that won’t stop us.”

  “Sorry, Naomie, but Mia’s right,” Arisa said. “I’ve never seen you this turned-on. I didn’t know you could look so damn sexy. And the sounds you make…” She rubbed her clit through her panties with a rumbling sound of hunger. “I only wish we had more time.”

  Fred removed her finger. “We will next round, cookie. We’re hosting. No need to allow for commute time and Dane can go one night without her.”

  One night!

  Naomie didn’t want to contemplate what Arisa and Fred would do to her without witnesses present. Another part of her—the traitorous part—thrilled at the idea of Arisa and Fred pleasuring her for a full night. She’d seen the women’s toy chest. Naomie had a box—about the size of a file cabinet drawer, maybe a little smaller. They had a chest—large and wooden like something out of a pirate movie—and swings—plural, three different kinds—and an entire room devoted to all the different ways two women could have sex.

  She knew without a doubt Fred and Arisa would introduce Naomie to all those ways thoroughly and in depth…if they were given the chance. Now that their son was away at college, Fred and Arisa had ample opportunities. They just needed Naomie to stumble into their parlor without Dane at her side to get her back out. Then again, knowing him he would probably leave her there so he could watch while jerking off.

  The more she thought about the scenario, the more she concluded Dane would be of no help. If Arisa asked him the right way, he would probably deliver Naomie to them with a giant bow around her ass and an invitation to partake. And Mia wouldn’t help either…not Naomie. Mia would probably stand with Arisa and Fred, waiting her turn.

  Naomie should wonder how she’d fallen in with such a perverted crowd who were hell-bent on making her into their own living sex doll but that was a waste of time. She’d ended up with this crowd because she’d sought them out. They wanted to fuck her and she wanted to let them.

  The ladies left Naomie lying on the ottoman while they returned to the dining room. She shrugged and closed her eyes, deciding to catch a quick nap until they returned. Hopefully she would only doze. She had no doubt Mia and the others wouldn’t stop if Naomie did fall asleep for real.

  Arisa said in a soft, cooing tone, “She’s so cute when she’s sleeping.”

  Naomie blinked open her eyes. Mia, Arisa and Fred stood naked and bearing toys. With a tired sigh, Naomie pushed to her knees. “So now what?”

  Sure it was a loaded question but she still asked. Her tiny micro-nap had helped a little. Not much but she wasn’t in danger of passing out…yet. The three toys the ladies sported—a double-headed dildo, a G-spot vibrator with clit tickler, and a ribbed gun-shaped vibe Naomie suspected was an anal probe—might change that.

  Fred had the gun. She turned the grip so it pointed up and then inserted it into Naomie’s pussy. A satisfied purr left her lips. The “trigger” of the gun rested against Fred’s clit and suddenly Naomie knew what it was—another dual-ac
tion toy. She hadn’t seen one like it before in the stores. Must be new.

  Reaching between her legs, Fred twisted her wrist and the gun started buzzing. She squeezed her legs together. “Mmmmm. So good.”

  “Oh God,” Naomie rasped. A vibrating anal toy in the hands of a woman who loved ass. Naomie should have run when she had the chance…was what her mind said. Her body had other plans. She found herself dropping forward onto her hands with her ass pushed in Fred’s direction and her knees spread wide.

  Mia whistled. “That’s the way, mamí. Look at her. She’s a liar, saying she’s tired when she’s begging so hard she’s dripping.”

  The sound of the vibe had Naomie’s pussy drooling. It was a Pavlovian response. She heard anything that sounded even remotely like a vibrator and her pussy flooded. Dane had switched to a bladed razor because his electric excited Naomie to the point where he’d had to do her on the bathroom sink every morning for a month. It hadn’t mattered if she was sound asleep when he started shaving. The sound, even if muffled by the bathroom fan, had woken her.

  By the time Dane figured out the cause of Naomie’s amorous attitude so early in the day, morning sex had become part of their regular routine—vibe-like sounds to get Naomie excited or not. It was a trait he used to his advantage on those rare times when she tried to cut him off because he’d made her angry. Hard to stay mad at a man she wanted to fuck.

  Likewise, the humming toy made it hard for her to think about sleep when all she wanted was to feel it inside her ass. Naomie bobbed her hips as Fred approached. The woman grinned.

  “That’s the way. I’m about to give that luscious ass something to suck on.” Fred placed her hands on Naomie’s waist and tugged. “Back it up, baby doll.”

  Naomie inched back, expecting to feel the vibe against her asshole any second. Instead the toy slipped between her pussy lips to nudge against her clit. She let out a pleasured moan as she shifted her slit over it, rubbing her ass against Fred’s belly and exciting her clit.