Chris's fingers withdrew from her own slit, and Jan's lower region convulsed, wanting the contact to resume. Soon other, narrower, more delicate fingers spread her labia apart, swirling the moisture. Thin, silky, ribbon-soft lips and a narrower nose were between her legs, and a new tongue lapped at her center, kitten delicate. Jan's hips surged and she moaned with pleasure.
Tim's cock was hard again, and after he passed one of two condoms to Chris, he moved behind Kay. Jan helped Tim unroll the condom over his thick length then she watched him feed his cock gradually into Kay. Jan stroked the thickness, played with his balls, and tasted Kay's fluids each time he partially withdrew.
Chris pushed forward between Jan's thighs, and then she felt the slight rocking as Kay obviously took him in her mouth while Tim thrust into her from behind. But Kay's fingers never stopped within Jan's center. Jan rearranged herself, grasping the round swells of Kay's rear, as she kissed the woman's clenching stomach muscles. She was there for Kay's second orgasm, watching the way her labia fluttered, brushing her own thumb rigidly against Kay's clit and tasting the juices actively dripping from the warm slit. The woman's cries were grunts and moans and at last a completed sigh. Kay collapsed slightly, her body slick against Jan who looked up between Kay's thighs to see Chris unrolling a condom onto his cock.
“Over,” she said. It was the first word she'd spoken in a while and she wasn't surprised to hear her voice a little raspy and her throat dry. Kay moved away. Up on her hands and knees now, Jan lifted her hips, asking wordlessly for Chris's cock. With Kay's and Tim's hands stroking her upper body, and Chris thrusting at this deeper angle, Jan was soon skyrocketing toward her own second orgasm of the night.
Kay turned around under Jan, until their legs were both around Chris and with Jan’s mound rubbing Kay's pussy every time Chris pushed her forward, and their breasts sliding against one another. Kay kissed her, sliding her tongue deep in Jan's mouth allowing Jan to taste her own juices which Kay had been lapping up, as she came at Chris's own orgasmic twitching within her channel.
Gasping as Kay stroked her hair, Jan felt Chris pull out of her, and the women were in the middle as the men laid down; Tim a furry pillow for Jan's back, and Chris against Kay's back.
Stroking Kay's skin under her fingertips, Jan arched under Tim's thick fingers stirring in her quivering slit juices. She closed her eyes and just felt Kay's lips moving across her exposed throat as she writhed to Tim's ministrations. His fingers seemed almost as thick together as Chris's cock and she began to grow hungry to feel Tim thrusting between her thighs remembering how he was stretching Kay.
“Tim's ready,” Kay murmured near her ear. “You want the top?”
Jan knew she could control the depth and timing, and nodded. Kay kissed her again.
Everyone separated. Tim laid back against the pillows, propped up a little. Jan and Kay, with Chris stroking Jan's lower back, shared kisses around Tim's turgid cock. It grew harder under Jan's hand as Kay guided her to grasp it.
Kay fingered Jan as Jan unrolled a fresh condom over Tim’s cock. Then as Jan lowered herself, using her knees for balance, Kay straddled Tim's legs behind Jan’s back. Stroking Jan's upper body and kissing her throat and shoulder, Kay tweaked Jan's nipples. Chris walked around and sat next to Tim, both men appreciating the show as Jan first felt the mushroom tip. She planted her hands on Tim's chest, leaning forward.
Kay held her up, her skin soft and warm and damp against Jan's back. Tim's hands moved to Jan's thighs, and he tipped his hips up. She pushed down another inch. Kay tweaked Jan’s nipples again. Jan rocked, pulling Tim in another inch and bearing down as her muscles quivered.
This is fantastic, Jan thought, pleasure coursing through her veins. She lifted her right arm, caught Kay behind the head and pulled their mouths together for a deep kiss as she rocked down and felt her cunt spasm around Tim's throbbing cock. He groaned. Jan caught Chris's smile as he watched alternately where Kay played with his wife’s breasts and where Tim's cock appeared and disappeared as Jan rose and fell rhythmically, caught in the sexual tide between the couple.
Jan heard Tim murmur something and saw Chris rise to his knees, stroking his cock as he leaned across her shoulder to kiss Kay's mouth.
“Oh!” Jan gasped at the sight as a particularly acute bolt of arousal shot from her center to her chest.
Tim's fingers met Kay's and Chris's on Jan's hips then moved inside her thighs. She experienced spasmodic shocks as each in turn flicked the top of her swollen and very ready clit.
“Oh. Ah. Uh. Ohhh.” She rocked her hips into the circular strokes of Kay's fingertip, and rose up and down on Tim's cock.
Kay pressed her forward, her fingertip still working Jan's clit but now her arm was between Tim's and Jan's bellies. “I want to lick you as you come around his cock,” Kay whispered.
Jan was unsure how it might work until Kay demonstrated. Kay pulled back from Jan and Chris stroked her warm skin before it could cool in the room's air. With Tim deep within her, her thighs spread wide over his, her backside was probably very visible. She remembered this position in a few of the DP films she and Chris had watched, but she hadn't thought about how easily a woman's mouth would go there as well.
Kay's tongue swiped Jan's tightly stretched skin and she felt herself throbbing and loosening. A soft, warm, but dry caress, obviously a fingertip stroked the perineal skin between her stretched hole and her anus and Jan almost felt as if she orgasmed again. Tim's grunt suggested she had at the very least massaged him very pleasantly with her internal muscles.
Aware Chris was watching the whole thing, Jan spasmed again. Tim groaned. He was absolutely massive. She adjusted herself and waited for Kay's strokes again on her intimate flesh.
This time it was Kay's tongue that lapped around the point where her husband's cock disappeared into Jan's grasping cunt and he moved minutely.
Jan lifted her head and smiled at Tim as his wife licked them both below. “Love it,” she murmured.
“She does too,” Tim said. Jan quivered at the connotation. She had done something similar for Kay earlier when she was being plowed by Tim. She was glad she hadn't been mistaken or misguided in her eagerness to touch. No wonder Kay had come so hard.
Her mind, distracted by the image, gave her own orgasm the unusual chance to sneak up on her. A delicate fingertip pushed inside her loosened anus with surprising ease and Jan's throbbing set off Tim, who pushed down on her hips, impaling her more firmly. His throat muscles strained as he groaned and drained spasmodically.
Kay kissed Jan's shoulder, accepting a languid stroke to her cheek. “May I have Chris?” she asked Jan.
“Yes.”
Jan rested against Tim's furred chest, surprising herself only a little now as the evening had worn on with the contented stroking from another man as she watched Kay push Chris down to the bed. As Jan and Tim watched, Kay stroked Chris's cock, making it glisten with lubricant. With it hard between their bellies, she spread her body over his and they kissed. She kissed down his chest, pausing to teethe his nipples. Jan smiled as she knew this drove him crazy with lust.
With Chris's hands urging a bit at her shoulders and stroking through her hair, Kay moved further down to the cock springing from its bush of hair. After rolling down the fresh condom, Kay sucked at Chris's balls, still moving her fist in short, piston-like jerks over his cock.
Jan stroked Kay's thigh as the woman finally straightened up and lifted herself over, then down, in one single motion, to impale herself on Chris until their pubic mounds slapped together.
Kay didn't move up and down much, but it was apparent from the pleasure screwing up Chris's features that her inner muscles were working magic on his cock.
“You wanna stroke her,” Tim said.
“All right.” Jan got up next to Kay and began stroking her breasts. Between her thighs, she felt Tim's fingers find her own slit again. She smiled and kissed Kay's mouth as it sought hers.
They played with one anoth
er's breasts as Kay's stealth massage had Chris writhing and moaning. And, finally, coming.
Chris’s groans were sharp, and he grasped Kay's hips, forcing her up and down slightly on him as he continued to come. Then Kay was wrapped up in his arms, and he was kissing her as he slowed his hips.
Kay however turned almost immediately back to Jan. She remained straddling Chris and urged Jan around in front of her.
As Jan lifted her leg to straddle Chris's chest, two of Tim's fingers slipped fully into her channel. She gasped and caught Kay's mouth. Chris's hands moved to the back of Jan's thighs, holding her up for Tim's thrusts. Jan's center convulsed as she realized that Chris was enjoying the show of another man's fingers spreading her open. She felt her fluids slipping out and heard the sloppy sounds with Tim's continuing thrusts. She looked deep into Kay's gray-blue eyes while stroking through her fine auburn hair, her hairline moist with sweat.
Inhaling the commingled scents of sweat, sweet womanly sex, and spent male semen, Jan couldn't believe the sensation when it rumbled up, spreading out first from languorous throbs in her groin to quivering in her thighs that went back to make her clit twitch. Her nipples were as tight as she had ever imagined they could be. Kay twisted the right one before lowering her mouth to the left one. The edges of Jan's vision darkened slightly before she closed her eyes and, clasping Kay's head to her breast, she came once more.
Kay chuckled a bit as she lay down with Jan, snuggling between the two men. “I think I finally figured out what you do,” she whispered to Jan.
“What?”
“You're a writer.”
“I am?”
“You were cataloging this place with your eyes all night.”
“What do you think I write?”
Kay stroked Jan's breast. “I don't know what you wrote before, but I bet it's erotica from here on out.” She nibbled Jan's ear causing delicious shivers and Jan turned on her side, feeling Chris’s arm over her hip, and meeting Tim's arm as it slipped over Kay's hip.
Jan chuckled. “I write romance.”
“So will I be in your next book?”
“I'll have to do more research.” Jan turned her head slightly and lifted her chin to bring her mouth to Kay's. “At least the rest of the night.”
Kay laughed. “I'll be happy to teach you all I know.”
Just Desserts
By Tawanna Sullivan
“Don't worry,” Peri said. “In a few hours we will be back in our own bed and this disaster will be a fading memory.”
Cru closed her eyes while her girlfriend massaged her temples. “Whose idea was it to have a family reunion? Your relatives would put a Tyler Perry movie to shame.”
“I thought that staying in a hotel instead of with my parents would shield us from the drama.”
“Ha!”
Grandma Rose had insisted that both Uncle Mason's ex-wife and his current, estranged wife be invited to the reunion “so that all of the kids can meet each other and the rest of the family.” No one told Mason, and the fool showed up with his pregnant mistress. That was the touchstone that set off a week of drama. Peri had spent most of the time playing peacemaker. As soon as one situation calmed down, someone else would get their feathers ruffled.
When she wasn’t handing out tissue, Cru tried to stay as far away from the group therapy sessions which meant she spent a lot of time outside . . . with the men. Except for a lecherous cousin who had to be put in his place, the guys were okay. However, she never wanted to talk about barbeque or sports ever again.
Peri leaned over and her breast threatened to spill out of the tank top. “Don't worry,” she whispered. “I'll make it up to you.”
Though they weren’t closeted, Cru had struggled all week to keep her hands to herself—lest the less accepting family members be freaked out by a kiss. Even now, she fought the desire to reach out and stroke Peri’s luscious brown curves. “I’m fine,” she said. “You are the one who needs to relax.”
Just then, the airport shuttle pulled up. It was empty, so they took the prime seat up front. Cru thought she would have time for a quick catnap, but the driver had other ideas.
“My name is Rebecca and you girls are my first pick up this afternoon. Did y'all enjoy your stay?” She was an older lady who almost disappeared into her uniform. In an ideal world, she would be in some retirement village sipping mint juleps while a hunky attendant rubbed Ben Gay into her ankles
“Yes, ma'am,” Peri said, her southern accent front and center.
“Down here for business or pleasure?”
“Family reunion.”
“It’s nice that you girls come back to see your family. My sister and I can barely stay in the same room.”
Cru looked at Peri and rolled her eyes, but Rebecca didn’t notice. “Hope you come back soon. We really do need the tourists to keep coming in.”
Not one to favor silence, the driver continued. “Times are hard for us down here. Jobs are disappearing, there’s that foreclosure mess—it’s getting so that people will do almost anything for a dollar. Take the Westin Diplomat. It used to be one of our nicest hotels. Guess who had a convention there this week? Swingers!” She waited a bit. “You know, those people who swap wives and have orgies.”
Peri perked up. “Oh, really?”
Rebecca nodded. “When something like that becomes acceptable down here, you know we are really living in the last times. After the swingers it's some porn people. Now, tell me who’s going to stay at the hotel after that? I wouldn't feel comfortable there.”
“It wouldn’t make a difference to me. People have sex in hotels. That's not unusual.” The conversation had suddenly turned boring and Peri slipped on her earphones.
“You don’t understand. Those people ran around stark naked and . . . and left nastiness everywhere. Those poor maids have to clean everything.”
Cru finally decided to chime in. “The swingers probably haven’t done anything that others haven’t done first.” She put an arm around Peri. “We've had sex on the sofa, in the shower, on the counter of the kitchenette. That's just regular hotel behavior.”
From time to time, Rebecca stared at them in the rear view mirror but didn't say another word for the rest of the ride. As they were getting off the bus, Cru tossed a five dollar bill into the tip bucket.
Peri shook her head and laughed. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Were you trying to give the lady a heart attack on the freeway?”
“What? Rebecca may have been disgusted, but she didn't refuse the tip.” Cru flagged down a skycap. “Besides with a mind like hers, she still probably thinks we're sisters.”
“Eww!”
After doing the boarding pass-bag check-security shuffle, they were at Gate 28 waiting for permission to board the plane. The customer service rep announced bad weather in the Northeast was causing delays. Peri bought some magazines and Cru struggled to find a comfortable position for a nap.
Three hours after their scheduled take off, Cru had a stiff neck and the waiting area had started to resemble a refugee camp. She stood up and tried to stretch the kinks out.
“I'm glad you're awake.” Peri pointed to her lifeless iPod. “My battery is dead and I've read the latest gossip on Brangelina twice.”
“Fine, I'll keep you company. What's the latest news?”
“The weather is so bad that they aren't allowing any planes to travel in the Northeast.”
“We're never getting back home.”
“In other news, I spotted a couple with a Westin Diplomat shopping bag.”
Cru surveyed the miserable crowd. “Where? Rebecca would be scandalized.”
“Gate 27, second row, third seat from the left; the Halle Berry look-alike.”
Cru's eyes settled on a beautiful, honey brown woman. “Hmm. Is she with the dude on the left or the gorgeous sister on the right?”
“You mean Iman? That's what I've nicknamed her. Yes, they are together.”
Iman whispered something to H
alle and they both smiled. Peri smiled back and nodded. “While you were scaring children with your snores, I've been making eye contact. You don’t mind, do you honey?” She gently raked her fingernails across the back of Cru’s hand.
“Of course not.” The touch had sent a jolt through Cru that made her tingle from head to toe. Flirting came second nature to Peri, and it had led them into all sorts of adventures.
A familiar voice rang through the loudspeakers. “Ladies and gentleman, we want you to know that we do appreciate your patience. In a bit we will be distributing a snack and bottled water.”
“This doesn't look good.” Peri got up. “I'm going to speak to one of the reps. An airline giving away anything is not a good sign.” She returned about ten minutes later clutching her cell phone. “The plane sitting at the gate isn't ours. Our plane hasn't left Newark yet—and it’s not going to.”
“Our flight has been cancelled?”
Peri nodded. “Word came down while I was at the counter. They’ll be announcing it soon. I've already called the travel agent. We’re booked on a seven a.m. flight to Baltimore. I figure there are hundreds of people trying to get to Newark, so we’d be better off renting a car and driving the rest of the way.”
“That’s fine. I’ll drive, but you have to make sure something decent is on the radio.”
A few people noticed that the word “Cancelled” had replaced “Delayed” on the flight monitors and the crowd became agitated. The counters were swarming with angry customers.
Cru's stomach flip flopped. “Now that they've mentioned food, I'm starving. A bag of chips isn’t going to be enough. I'll treat for dinner.”
They got to Chili’s Too in time to get the last free table. The waitress took their drink order and disappeared into the crowd. Peri took a cursory glance of the menu before tossing it aside. “We should have gone over and introduced ourselves.”
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