by Harper Bliss
Behind me, I feel hands on my ass, cupping my cheeks over the fabric of my briefs.
Jill starts getting rid of her own trousers and, boldly, takes off her underwear in the process.
I gasp for air as she stands before me in all her glory. Although there’s a new vulnerability about her, stripped of that starched white blouse I always see her in, she still comes across as utterly confident and strong. It’s the mixture of the two—the frailness and the power emanating from her—that makes me catch my breath.
There’s nothing more alluring than a woman who isn’t afraid to show herself like that. No qualms, just desire glinting in her eyes. Desire for me.
The hands on my bum travel upward and fingers hook under the waistband of my knickers. Jill watches me as Charlotte tugs down my panties, and we stand in front of each other, both of us naked.
I have no idea when exactly Charlotte disposed of her garments, but she must be an expert, because the next thing I know, she glues her naked body against the back of mine.
“Come on.” Jill reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the bed.
Before I can move, I feel Charlotte’s teeth scrape gently against the back of my neck. I’m eager to see her naked. Eager to see what I’ve already felt against me.
Charlotte gently pushes me and a few seconds later, I’m on my knees on the bed. When Charlotte slides into my field of vision, I can’t take my eyes off her wiry, thin body. She has a Wikipedia page stating her date of birth. I checked it when I first started taking lessons with Jill. But whatever that number says, it’s not what I see with my very own eyes today. Her muscles flex under her skin as she comes for me on the bed. She displays a different kind of eagerness than Jill. More to the point. Less time for foreplay. She grabs me by the back of the neck, her nipples connecting with my own, and kisses me while pushing me down. It’s clear where Charlotte Carpenter wants me. On my back, for her. And Jill.
Charlotte lets herself half-fall on top of me as I surrender to the pillows beneath me, and to her touch. Jill clearly wasn’t lying when she said Charlotte had the hots for me.
Her hands are in my hair and her knee is already driving itself between my legs as she appears to lose control for an instant. But then, she pulls back, gazes into my eyes, and lets herself slip off me, flanking my left side.
“You’re so hot,” she whispers as a few of her fingers travel from my collarbone to my nipple. She traces a wide circle around it, making it reach up as if under the spell of an upward-tugging force field. To my right, I feel Jill move in, her body glueing itself to me.
And there I lay, in between them, blood racing in my veins, my body exposed to them. Jill mirrors Charlotte’s movements with her own hand, and repeats the process on my other nipple. I glare at their fingers while they caress me. Over my breasts their hands find each other and their fingers interlace. Charlotte lifts Jill’s hand from my rib cage and brings two of her fingers to her mouth. I watch how she sucks in Jill’s fingers, deep and with lush smacking sounds, then lets them drop from her lips to push the hand down to my crotch.
Oh jesus. Those fingers. There.
“Spread your legs,” Charlotte says, her voice a throaty groan. With her own free hand, she tugs at my upper thigh a little, just to be sure I’ve understood. But how could I possibly misunderstand? “Jill is going to fuck you first,” she says, “and then I will join her.”
What does she mean? I’m confused. But confusion soon makes way for obliterating excitement as I feel Jill’s fingers in my pubes, then traveling lower, skating through the wetness that has already accumulated there.
“She’s so wet,” she says to Charlotte and the fact that she doesn’t address me—almost takes me out of the equation—sends a fresh rush of lust tumbling through my flesh.
“Fuck her,” Charlotte replies, and then Jill does.
Her fingers easily find my slick opening, and she slides two of them inside of me. Watching Charlotte watch her adds to my arousal and my muscles tremble as Jill goes deep with those pianist fingers of hers. I feel it in every cell of my body when she starts stroking me inside and I wish I could see what Jill and Charlotte are seeing. Their glance on me instantly takes me to a place I haven’t visited for the longest time. That moment of tipping into a different kind of consciousness, where the body takes over. Although what they’re doing to me is as much a mind game as anything.
When Jill looks away from my pussy and her eyes find mine—those kind, warm eyes—I feel her warmth traveling through me. There’s something else on display in her glance. A tender recklessness, an echo of the abandon she sometimes displays in class, when she plays me a tune.
I watch Jill watch me and, as I do, I see how Charlotte watches Jill. She takes in her face and her fingers and what they’re doing to me, and her expression changes in the process. There’s pure need in her eyes now, and something devilish as well. When Jill briefly looks away from me, I see something pass between them. Their connection is what turns me on the most. To be witness to what they have together while Jill pistons her fingers inside of me turns my insides into molten lava. Underneath my skin, it’s all heat and starbursts and lust jittering through me. I’m about to lose it already.
But then, they both turn their attention to what’s going on between my legs again—oh how I wish I could just catch a glimpse of Jill’s fingers disappearing between my thick, swollen lips—and Charlotte brings a hand between my thighs as well.
Make the change quick, I think, because my muscles are contracted to the maximum already; they’re ready to let go, ready to surrender. But maybe that’s what the change of hands is all about. Stall. Draw it out for me. Maybe I should have told them that I have no issue coming multiple times, that there’s no need to delay my climax. But it’s not really a topic one works easily into conversation.
But Jill’s fingers stay inside of me. There’s no breach of contact between fingers and cunt. Not for a split second. Still, I’m spread wider, the rim of my pussy opening more for them. I see both of their arms move, as though in unison and engaging in the same action.
Charlotte has a finger inside of me as well. They’re both fucking me simultaneously. That’s what she meant earlier. As soon as this realization registers, I can’t hold back. It’s too much. The sight of them. The thought of their hands touching down there. Of their joint effort to make me feel good. Of being invited into this act of intimacy between them.
“She’s coming,” I hear Charlotte say, and it’s exactly those two words that send me over the edge. Just like that, I topple over. The walls of my pussy clenching hard around their fingers, intensifying the sensation of having them both inside of me.
It’s Jill’s eyes I find when I climax. Those kind, knowing eyes with all that boundless understanding in them. This too, she understood.
A wave of something hot and unstoppable washes over me. It bounces back between the spot where I feel their fingers the most, and every extremity of my body. I’ve only been in bed with them ten minutes and already they’ve given me an earth-shattering orgasm. If this was foreplay, I wonder what will be next.
“Oh jesus,” I moan, when I fall back on to the mattress, my body relaxing as I feel their fingers retreat.
“We thought we’d take the edge off, Ruby,” Charlotte, definitely the more talkative of the two in this setting, says when she crashes down next to me.
I shake my head, a big smile plastered on my lips. “Jesus christ,” I mutter, staring into her face. Her eyes have gone darker, although there’s a lightness in her grin. A bit of smugness as well, which I, again, don’t fail to find highly arousing. The orgasm has temporarily exhausted me, but just looking at Charlotte’s lean body fires me up quickly again. I trace a finger along her belly, and am surprised by how hard the flesh is that I meet there.
A surprise that seems to register with her as she says, “Yoga and Pilates, Ruby. All I need.”
“Not all.” Jill sits chuckling on my other side.
Charlotte looks up
at Jill, then back to me. “She’s right. The juice of a threesome virgin has also been known to keep me in excellent shape.”
“Hey. How do you know I’m new at this?” I ask, my finger trailing upward, finding her nipple.
“Oh please.” Charlotte shoots me a wink that feels more like a tug at my clit, the way it darts through me with red hot speed.
“Ruby.” Jill’s voice has gone all serious. “Do you mind if I tie your hands to the bed?”
“What?” My eyes go wide. Jill bends over to the night stand and produces a scarf from one of its drawers. It’s bright red and looks soft as silk.
I can’t say I didn’t have other things in mind at this point—like delving my tongue between my piano teacher’s thighs—but this is not my show.
“Time for you to watch,” Charlotte says and holds out her hand to Jill, who passes her the scarf.
“I don’t mind,” I say, loud enough for Jill to acknowledge I mean it.
“I knew you wouldn’t.” Charlotte is such a smart ass. Doesn’t mean she’s wrong, though. “You can watch, but you can’t touch,” she says as she lets the edge of the scarf slide along my body. “Bring your hands up and make sure you’re comfortable.” She drags the scarf all the way up to my neck, letting it skate along my nipples.
I lift my arms and grip my hands around the railing of the bed.
“Good girl,” Charlotte says, and I already feel the fabric tightening around my wrists. She ties me up with a secure knot and then sits back to admire her work.
“Show time,” she says, but doesn’t move for a few seconds. I lay there, on display for them, my blood beating in hot pulses for them—but I remain untouched.
“You’ve felt them,” Jill says, “but I know you would also like to see what my fingers can do.” Her words alone are enough to send a jolt of electricity up my spine. Involuntarily, I stare at her fingers. Already, I want them inside of me again.
Charlotte, who has suddenly gained the ability to read my mind, says, “You’re going to have to wait for those a bit longer, honey. It’s my turn now.”
My pussy contracts at the mention of those words. Charlotte shuffles to the furthest side of the bed, and positions herself on her knees where I can clearly see her. Jill inches closer to her partner and, long fingers curling deliciously, pulls her toward her by the neck. They kiss passionately, not shy about showing tongue, eyes closed, fully engaged. I can see how their bodies respond, how their bellies glue closer together, how their patches of neatly trimmed pubic hair connect.
To have to watch them like that, tied up and completely unable to touch myself, is pure torture. My clit throbs wildly between my legs, and I feel wetness coat my inner thighs again. My skin feels as though it’s on fire and I find myself tugging at my restraints, so great is the need to bring a finger to my clit.
But I can’t. I can’t look away either. This show on display for me is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I know that much. I try to commit as much of it to memory as I can. I’m fully aware of the misery sex tapes can cause, but of this specific encounter, I wouldn’t mind owning one. I wouldn’t even mind looking at myself—wouldn’t mind seeing their fingers disappear into my pussy.
Jill’s hands wander down now, making Charlotte moan already. She tilts her head back and Jill nips at her neck, her lips traveling lower as well. I can see her trace a circle around Charlotte’s clit as she wraps her lips around one of her nipples. I strain my neck so as not to miss any details of this performance, although I know it’s much more than a performance. If I was touched earlier by their intimacy and their invitation to witness it, I’m floored now by what they’re doing for me. They’re giving me their most private selves, showing themselves at the height of abandon.
Jill shifts her body away from Charlotte’s a bit, and I know she does it for me. She wants me to see. She wants me to see how her fingers work—the way they did on me earlier. She breaks contact even more and pins her eyes on me while parting Charlotte’s swollen lips.
Did you get a good look? Her glance seems to ask of me, but all I can do is lie there swallowing the lust out of my throat.
The sexual energy in the room is going through the roof. My clit is trembling as though it’s being touched by an expert hand. I’m so incredibly aroused by what I see that I think I might just come hands-free. And then, the tips of two of Jill’s fingers slide in, through Charlotte’s glistening wetness, into her cunt. Charlotte drapes an arm over Jill’s shoulder, holding on, her legs spread wide, her knees pointed at me. And I know that, as long as I live, I will never forget this image.
Jill’s fingers pick up pace quickly and as much as I want to take a look at Charlotte’s face, at the ecstasy shown in the lines of it, I can’t tear my gaze away from her cunt. When Jill adds another finger, opening up Charlotte wider, I can’t take it anymore. It’s as though I’m right there with Charlotte. On the verge. Ready to come again.
“Come for me, babe,” Jill whispers in Charlotte’s ear, but I hear it loud and clear too, and she might as well be saying the words to me.
The climax that rips through me isn’t as powerful as the previous one, and it shocks me more than anything, but it’s there in the tremor of my muscles, in the halting of my breath. I see the sensations of my own body reflected in Charlotte’s as she tips her head back even further, her fingertips now digging deep into the flesh of Jill’s shoulder, as she comes for Jill—and me.
“Oh fuck,” Charlotte groans as her head bobs back. She pulls Jill in for a kiss and I believe that, this time, she does forget I’m there. Jill brings the hand she fucked Charlotte to climax with to her partner’s chest and spreads the sticky juices over her nipples.
When they break from the kiss, Jill looks from me to Charlotte. “We have one frisky student on our hands here, babe.”
Charlotte’s eyes connect with mine, and they’ve gone even darker. There’s nothing but lust brimming in the shadows there. She may have just come, but she’s nowhere near ready yet. I watch how her gaze meanders from my bound wrists to my still-pulsing pussy lips.
“Did she come too?” Charlotte asks without taking her eyes off me.
All I can do is lie there, mute, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh yes,” Jill says. How can she be so certain?
“That wasn’t the plan.” Charlotte paints a wicked smirk on her face. “But let me see what I can do.” With that she lets her behind fall onto the back of her legs, and brings her face between my legs. Meanwhile, Jill gets up from the bed and opens the drawer from which she retrieved the scarf earlier. I want to look, but I can feel Charlotte’s breath warming up my clit—as if it wasn’t hot enough yet.
I don’t need to turn my head though, because Jill presents me with a black dildo, and the sight of it sets my blood on fire again. If I could, I’d pinch myself, to make sure I wasn’t in the middle of a feverish, endless sex dream.
While Charlotte’s tongue connects with my clit, her hands firmly buried underneath my behind, Jill trails the tip of the dildo over my nipples. My clit, although untouched before, is sensitive from the two orgasms I’ve had already, so I flinch under the touch of Charlotte’s tongue. She’s gentle though, not applying too much pressure, following the cues my body gives her. She licks me with light, broad strokes, giving me time to recover, while making clear that I shouldn’t take too much time either.
My eyes, meanwhile, are glued to Jill’s fingers wrapped around the silicone cock. The tip of it is still busy with my nipples and the impersonal touch of the silicone sends a different kind of shiver up my spine. I grip the railing tightly, holding on as Charlotte’s tongue strokes are getting more insistent. The pulse in my groin picks up, deepening, moving through me with slow, thick beats, spreading warmth underneath my skin. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was more aroused than in this moment. When I add up what came before, the vision of Jill’s fingers fucking Charlotte still fresh in my mind, and what I can logically conclude will happen within t
he next few minutes, heat takes me again. It’s all I am. Rising heat and bated breath. My flesh but an instrument of lust, a place where their and my intentions meet.
I wish I could step out of my body and see myself, tied up and completely at their mercy. The fact that I’m subject to their will is not solely due to my restraints though. It’s much more present in how they play me so expertly, so in tandem, like a well-practiced double act. I may be a threesome virgin, but it’s obvious that Jill and Charlotte are anything but.
Charlotte trills her tongue over my clit before dragging it all the way down, across my opening, lapping up the copious juices that have gathered there. She does this with so much gusto I’m beginning to believe what she said earlier is more than a joke. Maybe my wetness does procure her with something undefined but exhilarating.
Jill’s eyes are on me when she presents the dildo to me in a different fashion. She holds it in front of my lips suggestively.
“Open up,” she says and her voice has nothing teacher-like in it anymore. This is the voice of a woman who is ready to completely surrender to lust as well.
I part my lips and let her slide in the dildo. She doesn’t push it deep, but I’m fully aware that I have to trust her. I have no hands at my disposal to defend myself. I twirl my tongue around the end, coating it in saliva. Jill slips and slides the toy in and out of my mouth, and I see her pupils dilate a bit. This is turning her on more than anything that came before. The abandon in her eyes excites me beyond belief in return as well.
Between my legs, Charlotte’s tongue now seems to have become a part of my body, the way she’s been welding it to my most intimate, sensitive organ. She twirls and drags it up and down my split and I can feel it building inside of me again. Charlotte can feel it too, because she stops the motion of her tongue and breaks contact, looking up at me. Her chin glistens and her eyes are wild.
“Don’t you dare come again,” she says, but there’s no threat in her tone, only amusement and, perhaps, a little bit of pride.
Jill slips the dildo from my lips, leaving my mouth agape. “Move over, babe,” she says to Charlotte, as she shuffles to the end of the bed. Charlotte shifts a bit, but not too much, so her mouth still has access to my clit when she bends over. I can’t see what’s going on down there, my vision is blocked by the back of Charlotte’s head as she slants over me from above, which makes the sensation increase even more. She parts my swollen lips, exposing my clit to the air, while I feel the head of the dildo prod at my entrance.
