by Selena Kitt
His whole body stiffened at my words, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me in tight to his mouth. I could feel the orgasm that I had been anticipating all day beginning to build and I worked toward it, rolling my hips and mashing my flesh against his tongue. He had two fingers working in and out of my hole and his mouth fastened over my mound, licking fast and hard.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling the first wave, that heat in my belly spreading. “I’m gonna come!”
He groaned, too, as my pussy spasmed again and again around his pistoning fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as I came. My pleasure was only increased by his eagerness and intensity, urging me on, more and more. It felt like it went on forever, a shuddering release that I didn’t want to end.
Gasping, I moved down his chest, looking down at his wet face, his eyes still hungry, like they were before.
“I think you like my cunt,” I murmured, rubbing my juices over his lips.
“Tara,” he said, shaking his head. “What’s come over you?”
I smiled. “I think you got that backwards... I came over you.“
I slid my way down, reaching back to feel his cock straining against his briefs. I quickly freed it, stroking the shaft and squeezing the head, just the way I knew he liked.
“And I’m gonna do it again,” I murmured, sliding his cock up and down between the now thoroughly soaked crotchless panties, easing him along my slit.
“Oh God,” he groaned, gripping my hips as I sank down onto his cock. “Tara, honey...!”
“Yes,” I whispered, rolling around, feeling the head of him rubbing deep inside of me. “I’m gonna fuck you...”
My body had a mind of its own, and I pressed my palms against his chest as I started to ride, working my pussy up and down the thick length of his shaft. The wet sound of us moving together filled the room, my breath coming faster, matching his, and I watched his eyes close with the pleasure of it.
“No,” I murmured, pulling my skirt up and leaning back a little. The shift of my body and my words made him look up at me. “I want you to see...”
Reaching my hand down to the place where our flesh melded, I rubbed my fingers through the wetness, feeling the hard, throbbing base of his cock where it met the soft, smooth opening of my pussy.
“Look, John,” I said, watching his eyes. “Doesn’t it turn you on, to see it?”
He nodded as my fingers rubbed at my clit, making me shiver with the sensation.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I whispered, feeling his hands grip me harder. “I want you to see your cock fucking my hot little cunt, baby.”
“Ohhh God,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving that spot, his cock driving up into me now as he started to fuck me back. His motion spurred me on and I used all my strength to grind down against him with every thrust.
“That’s it,” I murmured, rolling my hips and rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot between my legs. “Oh you make my pussy feel so good!”
“Tara,” he warned, and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, full to bursting.
“So close,” I whispered, nudging my clit a little faster. “Make me come!”
I moaned as he worked harder then, urging me toward another climax. As my pussy clenched hard around his shaft, my juices began to flow around his cock, the delicious, shuddering waves rocking me back and forth on top of him.
But he wasn’t done, and I gasped when he rolled me over to my back in one swift motion, driving me down onto the bed with fast, growling thrusts. I clutched him tight, still riding the waves of my orgasm, as he fucked me deep and hard, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.
“Sweet fucking little cunt,” he growled, spreading me wider with his thrust. “I’m gonna fill that hot little hole!”
My pussy twitched and spasmed at his words, and I moaned and bucked under him as I felt another climax building, his cock pushing me closer to the brink.
“Yesssss!” I purred, the pleasure overtaking me, my pussy on fire as I reached a third peak, this one even higher than the others. “Fill my cunt with your cum!”
That was it, for both of us. John grunted and shuddered against me, the force of him sending me over, too, as I came and came, my whole body convulsing underneath him. I buried my teeth in his shoulder, my nails in his back, as he shot waves of white hot cum deep into my waiting pussy.
I touched his sweat-dampened hair as he collapsed against me, his breath still coming fast as he buried his face in the mattress.
“Where are you going?” I asked when he rolled off of me, reaching for his shirt hanging on the doorknob.
“Downstairs,” he said, not looking at me. “I’ve got some work to do.”
When he shut the door behind him, I turned on the bed, tears stinging my eyes, reaching for the phone to call Kelly.
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“Tell me again how this works?” I asked Kelly, turning and straightening the seams in the fishnet stockings I was wearing. We’d spent the afternoon looking through lingerie and picking out the perfect ensemble—for both of us.
“You are going to act the slut,” she explained, kneeling down behind me to help fasten my garter.
“Well, I’m dressed for the part,” I agreed, glancing into the mirror again, at the fishnets and garters that attached to the black whalenet teddy, the crotchless panties I’d washed in the sink the other day worn underneath, and the tall strappy black heels that I felt just a little wobbly in.
“You’re fucking hot,” Kelly said, and I felt her hand moving over my thigh, nudging between my legs, parting them a little.
“Hey,” I murmured, gasping when her fingers slipped between the two thin bands of material, probing between my lips. “Aren’t we supposed to wait for John to get home?”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered as she came around to kneel in front of me. Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked like an angel in her white stockings and corset.
“Oh Kelly,” I groaned as she pressed her mouth between my thighs, parting the material and my lips with her tongue. Her soft probing reached my clit, making me spread a little wider and arch, giving her better access.
“God you taste so good,” she murmured, her hands reaching behind and squeezing my ass, pulling me in to her mouth.
“Wait,” I whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. “Stop.”
She grinned up at me. “That’s good. More of that. Only call me your little whore...”
“Kelly!” I laughed, letting her go and moving to sit on the bed. “I don’t know if I can do this...”
“You can,” she assured me, not getting off her knees and edging toward me. Her heavy breasts swayed prettily over the corset top, her pink-tipped nipples hard. “John thinks you’re an angel, and he’s sure I’m a slut, right?”
I nodded, opening my legs as she knelt between them, her breasts brushing over my thighs.
“So you dress and play the slut while I dress and play the angel...” she went on, leaning in to kiss my mound, making me shiver. “It’s simple.”
“But...” I protested, feeling her fingers slipping up inside of me. “What if it doesn’t work... what if...”
“Trust me, Chris is gonna make sure he’s had enough to drink,” she assured me, beginning to lap at me with her tongue.
“Chris is okay with all of this?” I asked, her tongue working magic between my thighs, making me feel dizzy with lust.
Kelly smiled. “We’d do anything for you, sweetie. Besides, you know that no man could say no to the two of us together, not with his resistance down...”
“You’re bad,” I whispered, her tongue distracting me as I watched it flick between the crotchless panties, back and forth over my clit.
“No,” she said, meeting my eyes. “You’re bad... remember?”
I nodded and swallowed hard, leaning back on my elbows and putting my feet up on the bed.
“God, I love your little cunt...”
I groaned a
t her words, feeling the heat of them flush my face, and I spread myself open for her. I couldn’t help it, I was too excited, and it felt too good to make her stop.
“Tell me,” she murmured, probing her fingers deep inside. “Tell me what to do, what you want...”
Biting my lip, I hesitated. “I don’t think I can...”
“Yes, you can,” she assured me, pulling back. “You did it the other night with John, remember? Talk dirty, Tara. Say all those words he doesn’t want to know that you know.”
I took a deep breath, using my fingers to spread my lips open a little, telling her: “Lick me.”
“More.” She nodded, smiling, leaning in, her mouth so close I could feel her breath.
“Lick... lick my cunt,” I said, hearing the tremble in my own voice.
“Mmmmm!” Her mouth moved over my mound, kissing my lips, parting them just a little with her tongue. “Better... more...”
Her tongue made slow circles, around and around my clit, making me moan.
“Yes,” I whispered, rocking up toward her mouth. “Ohh lick my hot, wet cunt.”
Kelly made a deep noise in her throat, moving in to really tongue my pussy, lapping at my wetness. My nipples were poking up through the netting in my teddy and I pulled on them, sending sweet waves of sensation down between my legs with every tug.
“Oh God,” I moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth. “That’s so fucking good!”
Urging me on with her noises, her tongue and fingers busy, I got lost in the sensation, feeling the anticipation building higher and higher. Her thumb worked around the entrance of my pussy, teasing there, not dipping inside. I squirmed, moaning, trying to show her with my body what I wanted.
“Please,” I whispered, and her tongue slowed almost to a stop. “Ohhh God! Kelly, put your fingers in me.”
She continued to tease, her thumb rubbing, her tongue flicking lightly.
I groaned, looking down at her kneeling between my legs, and saw what she wanted in her eyes.
I grabbed her head, pressing her mouth over my mound, and said, “Lick my pussy! Come on, put your fingers in my cunt and fuck me—hard!”
She moaned against my flesh, her tongue lapping furiously, her fingers working hard and fast inside my sopping wetness.
“Fuck me harder!” I moaned as she slipped another finger in, stretching me wide with three as she shoved her hand up toward my cunt. The sensation was incredible, and I squeezed my nipples harder, greedy, wanting more. My whole body was tensed and waiting for release.
“Do you like licking that hot little pussy?” I asked, my hand moving to her hair. She nodded, her eyes on mine, and I could see her hand working between her own legs and knew she was fingering herself. “Do you want to make me come?”
She moaned, nodding again, working her tongue faster, her fingers deeper.
“Put your finger in my ass,” I told her and saw her eyes brighten. “Fuck my ass and my cunt, baby... ohhhh yeah that’s good!”
Her thumb probed that tight, puckered hole and my whole body went off like a rocket the moment she slid it inside, my pussy clamping down around her pistoning fingers. She knew I was coming and she sucked my clit between her lips, drawing every last shuddering breath from my body.
Still trembling, I pulled her gently by her hair, and she slid up over me onto the bed. I slanted my mouth across hers, licking the taste of my pussy from her chin and cheeks as we kissed.
“Give me your cunt,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to my face. Her panties were soaked and I pulled them aside, focusing hard and fast on her throbbing little clit.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and I looked up to see her cupping and kneading her full, rounded breasts, her nipples like fat cherries as she squeezed them.
I sucked and licked at her, my own pussy still throbbing from my climax, aching to feel the flood of her juices over my face. The taste of her in my mouth was incredible as was the heat of her riding my tongue back and forth, around and around.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she crooned, leaning forward onto the bed, her breasts swaying underneath her as she rocked, using my mouth. “Tara, fuck! Now, baby, now!”
I didn’t make a sound, I just licked her, feeling the hot wave of her orgasm flooding down over my chin, a satisfying wetness. Her hips bucked and rocked and I held her ass in my hands, kneading her flesh, as if I could squeeze every last bit of moisture from her body.
“Oh, Tara,” she breathed, rolling to her back on the bed. I wiggled up a little to lie next to her and we both stared up at the ceiling, our breath slowly returning to normal.
“I think I can do it,” I whispered, turning my face to hers.
She smiled. “I know you can.”
I heard the sound of the front door opening and knew it was John. I rolled off the bed, holding my hand out to her.
“Show time,” she said with a grin, her eyes bright.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I just hope this works.”
Chapter Nine
It was a strange kind of deja-vu, with Kelly kneeling behind me, fingering my garter straps, her breath hot on my thigh—only this time, John was home, and nearing the bedroom. I heard him calling for me, the sound of his keys on the table, his change dropping into the dish over the fireplace. His shoes seemed even louder on the hardwood floors as he came down the hall, still calling my name.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” I glanced over my shoulder at Kelly.
She smiled up at me, confident. “Trust me.”
I didn’t have much choice—there was no going back, now. John stood in the doorway, my name still trailing out of his mouth, his eyes sweeping over the both of us in our underwear. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so naked.
“Hey, you two.” He frowned at me when I met his eyes, just briefly. My stomach fluttered and I looked back down at Kelly. “What’s up?”
“The stuff I ordered from Kelly’s party came in today,” I said brightly, holding my arms out and striking a pose. “What do you think?”
John’s eyes followed Kelly as she got up from her knees, standing next to me and grasping my trembling hand. He was staring at her pink-tipped breasts, exposed completely above the white corset.
“It’s…uh…” He looked back and forth between us, bewildered. “Tara, isn’t that a little… dark for you? I would have thought that Kelly’s outfit suits you a little better…”
“That’s kind of the idea,” Kelly explained, reaching her hand out to brush my dark hair back over my shoulders, revealing the full front of the black whalenet teddy. My nipples poked through the mesh. “We’re experimenting…”
“Experimenting?” John’s eyes moved down my outfit, taking in the black fishnet stockings, the high heels, the same crotchless panties I’d used to tempt him the other night.
“Mmm hmm,” Kelly murmured, her full, exposed breasts pressing into my side as she kissed my cheek. “Tara, how does it make you feel… being all dressed up like this?”
I gasped when her fingers trailed over the front of my teddy, brushing over my nipple and stopping at my navel, drawing circles there. I shrugged helplessly at her, seeing John’s eyes grow darker as he watched us, sure that I saw disapproval there.
“I… I don’t know…” I murmured as her fingers walked their way lower.
“Yes, you do,” she encouraged, her breath hot against my ear as she found my panties, parting the thin material. “Does it make you feel naughty? Dirty? Slutty?”
Her words made my knees feel weak, and John standing in the doorway, leaning there just watching, made it even worse.
“Yes,” I admitted as her finger worked its way through my slit, tracing up and down the cleft. “Oh God… yes… Kelly… yes…”
She was rubbing my clit in slow circles and I closed my eyes and let her.
“Tell me.” She moved her finger a little faster. “Tell me how it makes you feel…”
I groaned when she kneeled down in front of me an
d I felt her breath against my thighs. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t face seeing John, his reaction. That strange sense of deja-vu washed over me again, and I knew that what had happened between us had been a dress-rehearsal, practice for this moment.
“Ohhhhhh God!” I moaned, feeling her tongue moving between my lips, easing the material apart to find my wetness.
“Do you like being a little whore?” Kelly teased my clit with her finger as she spoke. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” I opened my legs wider and pressed my hips forward.
Her tongue again, the sensation carrying me, and still I wouldn’t look. John must be watching—what was he thinking? I wanted to know, and I didn’t want to know. Her mouth covered my mound, and she made soft, sweet sounds as she licked me.
I felt her hands cupping my ass, pulling me closer, and my balance wavered. I reached for something to steady me, and John was there, moving in behind me, his body warm and hard as I leaned into him.
“Tara…” His hands moving over my breasts, thumbing my nipples on the way down. I whimpered, Kelly’s fingers slipping up inside me as she tongued my clit in fast, delicious circles.
I opened my eyes to him, seeing the dark lust there, and then he was kissing me, the taste and smell of alcohol strong as he sucked my tongue deep into his mouth. It was like he wanted to devour me, his hands kneading the small, soft mounds of my breasts, twisting my nipples in his fingers.
We rocked together like that, I don’t know how long, me sandwiched between the two of them, Kelly’s face buried between my legs, John’s tongue pressing between my lips, his cock like a throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. I could feel my orgasm building, Kelly’s fingers curling up inside of me again and again as she licked faster now, back and forth over my clit.
I couldn’t even cry out a warning as my climax peaked, I could only clutch at them, one of my hands buried in Kelly’s hair, the other wrapped behind me, around John’s neck. I came hard, so hard my knees buckled under the quivering force of it, and he held me with an arm around my hips as I shuddered between them.
