by Harper Bliss
“Fuck her with it,” I hear Charlotte say. “Give it to her.”
With one hand on my inner thigh for balance, Jill slides the dildo inside of me slowly. A totally different sensation than being fucked by their joint fingers earlier. The dildo isn’t huge, but big enough to fill me, to touch my flesh from the inside in a way that makes me give in even more. My clit is only exposed to air, which is a good thing, because Charlotte hasn’t given me permission to come yet. The instant she touches it again, I’m gone.
“Gorgeous,” Charlotte says, and although I wish—again—that I could see it for myself, the sensation of being filled to the brim, of being taken by them once again, is too overwhelming to have many other wishes left. Jill fucks me slowly but deep, spreading me wide, opening me up for them. My pelvis starts getting lost in a repeated upward motion, meeting Jill’s thrusts. How can I ever take a piano lesson with her again now that she has seen me like this?
Jill adjusts her rhythm to the bucking of my pelvis and, together, we gradually increase the pace.
“Oh god,” I moan, as the dildo starts hitting that sweet spot inside of me, and it’s as though Charlotte was waiting for me to give her that sign—that first throaty, involuntary moan. My outer lips still parted by her fingers, my clitoris still on full display, she leans over and coats it with her warm mouth. I just feel liquid heat covering my distended nub, while Jill is now pistoning the dildo in and out of me at great speed. But then Charlotte lets her tongue come down as well and, quickly, everything turns to black in my mind. My pelvis takes on a life of its own, creating a wave that both Jill and Charlotte expertly ride. One fucking me, the other licking.
Behind my closed eyelids, I see darkness interspersed with rainbows and stars, colors colliding as my pleasure mounts. It all adds up to this. Charlotte was right. If she hadn’t ‘taken the edge off’ earlier, I wouldn’t have reached these heights now. This climax would have arrived too quickly, robbing me of the exquisite build-up and anticipation that intensifies this very moment of starburst and ultimate surrender.
I whimper out some moans as my muscles go rigid then limp, as I come down from that peak they drove me to. Two pairs of hands did that to me. I can barely feel my wrists and I happily ignore that short jolt of pain in my shoulders as I crash onto the bed, my body so spent I could possibly fall asleep within seconds. But I’m also fired up, ready for another round—but not with me as the centre of attention this time.
Jill slides the dildo out of me and chucks it behind her on the bed. My cunt feels as open and wide as she left my mouth earlier. My clit is so tender, anything coming within a radius of an inch to it, would make me recoil. Charlotte shuffles to the top of the bed, a big grin on her face.
“Let’s get this off you,” she says, and motions toward the scarf. It did its job brilliantly, immobilizing me in moments where, if I had not been restrained, I surely would have fought for control. To have it taken away added to the shattering climax I just had, of which the aftershocks still tremble in my muscles now.
As soon as she has loosened the scarf, Charlotte grabs my wrists and takes them in her hands, massaging them and printing kisses where the fabric left dents in my skin.
“God, you’re a treat,” she says, as she finds my eyes. “Now let’s show Jill what you’re made of.” Music to my ears, I think, chuckling inwardly at the musical reference. “She doesn’t like to be tied up, but we can make do without.” From that moment on, from the instant Charlotte gives me permission to go to town on Jill, I only have one wish. I want to spread her legs and lick her pussy. Through all the hours we’ve sat together behind the piano, the thought has never crossed my mind, but something has been unleashed in me, and now it’s all I want.
I glance at Jill, who has given me so much pleasure already.
“Come here,” she says, and beckons me with those fingers of her.
“I’m going to sit this one out and watch,” Charlotte says with anything but a resigned expression on her face. On her knees, she crawls to the end of the bed, rests her back against the railing there, legs spread. “I’m ready for my show.” She exchanges a quick glance with Jill who shoots her a wink. I’m flabbergasted by this pair, by their devilish horniness and the ease with which they play, by how they’ve invited me into their bed without any other agenda but pure pleasure.
Do I have Jill all to myself? Is my short-lived dream about to come true? I think so, because Jill’s hand is in my hair already, dragging me close. Before she kisses me, she looks into my eyes, her glance full of kind lust. “Let’s show her,” she says, before pressing her lips to mine.
And then I kiss my piano teacher. This woman who has seen me walk through her door almost every Saturday afternoon for the past two years, and I’m hit by a sudden wave of understanding. By being the person that she is—calm, witty, forthright and warm—she has helped me through my break-up more than anything. Jill is no longer just my teacher, she’s my friend. Lines have been blurred and I’m ready to blur some more.
Perhaps, in the back of my brain, I’d like to submit to her again—over and over again—but Charlotte instructed me to show Jill what I’m made of. Four months ago, after Amber had just left, I was made of pain and self-pity. An obliterating hurt originating in the pit of my stomach, preventing me from eating, sleeping and other basic functions. Now, many piano lessons later, I’m made of a brand new resilience, a new awareness of love in the world, and liquefied lust replaces the blood in my veins.
I start pushing Jill down onto the bed. When we break from our kiss I stare into her eyes, into the bottomless warmth of them, and just by looking at her, I can feel some of her kindness spread through my flesh.
“Fuck me, Ruby,” she says then, a hitch in her voice, and her desire for me lifts me up even higher. My body may be worn out from the three climaxes they’ve given me, but Jill’s demand is all I need to refuel my energy. If Jill Banks asks me to fuck her, I will.
I glue my body to hers, finding her lips again, and kiss her with renewed abandon. I’m aware of Charlotte’s eyes on my back, and the raggedness of her breath. I wish I could position Jill so I could glance at Charlotte from time to time, but I don’t want to obstruct Charlotte’s field of vision.
My lips slide down to Jill’s long neck, tracing a wet path downward, occasionally nipping at her skin with my teeth. I taste saltiness on her skin, and when I reach the exquisite hollow between her collarbones, I get a distant whiff of perfume. That scent I know so well because it always lingers in her classroom. The smell that hits my nose as soon as I walk in. I take in her small breasts before tasting them. They’re pale and delicate, demanding a sort of respect I’m not used to giving. With Amber, it was all youthful energy in bed, taking what we could get, until that faded, and we were unable to replace it with something else.
I approach Jill’s nipples with unprecedented reverence, savoring the moment they meet my lips. I don’t go too easy on them though, and clamp down with my teeth briefly, gauging her reaction.
“Harder,” she says, her voice shot to pieces, connecting instantly with my throbbing clit.
I sink my teeth into the same nipple again, pulling it upward a little, while gazing into her eyes.
“Fuck, Ruby,” Jill says on an exhale of breath and shakes her head a little. She’s so close already, which is no wonder after all the pleasure she’s given me and Charlotte. She’s had her fingers inside of me and Charlotte, and has fucked me with a dildo. Yet, I can’t imagine the blood in her veins running more riot than mine. I feel as though, for tonight only, my body has been blessed with an unlimited supply of sexual stamina and renewable energy. Lust crackles underneath my skin again, and I can’t imagine the fire in my belly diminishing after what I’m about to do next.
I move on to Jill’s other nipple and repeat the process of biting down on it, of alternatively taking it between my teeth and letting my tongue lap over it. Jill’s breasts couldn’t be more different from Amber’s—the only ones I touc
hed during the five years of our relationship. Amber’s were high and big—always in the way, she claimed—while I can take most of Jill’s breast all the way into my mouth.
“Come on, Ruby,” she spurs me on, starting to push me down by the shoulders. I’d already gathered she has a bossy streak in bed, and it’s rearing its head again now. Although it could also be sheer impatience. My poor, tortured piano teacher has waited long enough.
I also want to give her what she gave me, although I can never return the words of wisdom she bestowed upon me when I was deep in despair. But I can give her this.
I kiss my way down to her belly button, but don’t dwell. So drawn am I by the trimmed triangle of her pubic hair, that I let my lips and tongue travel straight down. I pause a moment to take in the scene, to etch this image into my memory: me between my piano teacher’s legs.
“Fuck her,” Charlotte’s voice whispers from behind me. “I need to see.” I’d been so wrapped up in planting kisses over Jill’s body I had momentarily forgotten about Charlotte.
I move to the side a little so Charlotte has a better view of her partner’s soaking wet pussy. And then I move in. I bend at the waist and let my lips come down on Jill’s swollen cunt, pressing a light, introductory kiss to them first.
“Ah jesus, don’t tease me, just lick me already,” Jill groans. I guess, when engaging in threesomes, you have to be articulate about your wishes. Another lesson learned.
I drag my tongue all the way up her crease, delving the tip between her lips slightly, ending with a teasing flick at her clit. Jill’s body tenses the instant I touch her blood-shot clit.
“Go easy on her clit,” Charlotte instructs. “Make her wait for it.” If the circumstances were any different, I imagine I wouldn’t be too pleased with getting instructions at a delicate time like this, but to hear Charlotte say the word ‘clit’ and having it refer to Jill’s sparks another riot in my blood. I take my tongue away from her clit and focus its efforts on her lips, digging in between, teasing her opening. In between sucking her lips into my mouth and drawing wide, careful circles around Jill’s clit, I start to change my position, sitting up a bit more so I can get a clear look at her face. I need to see her eyes for the next part.
I move my face away from Jill’s pussy, her juices clinging to my chin and nose, and lock my gaze on hers.
“Oh god yes,” Charlotte groans behind me. I can’t see her but I can clearly hear the sucking sound her fingers produce while fretting over her clit. I can’t look away from Jill now, though. Her eyes look as though they’re on the verge of shedding tears.
While staring into her face, I let two fingers run along the length of her pussy. Once, twice, until it feels as though her pussy is literally sucking them inside. Then, I enter her. Slowly, like she did to me before. Her heat envelops my fingers, her moist flesh wrapping itself around them.
“Oh Ruby,” Jill says, while shoving herself onto my fingers with wild, thrusting gestures. God, she’s such a top. Charlotte appears to be quite the dominant type in the bedroom as well. They must have interesting fights for top. I’d kill to see them in action—not like before when they made me watch, but to be an invisible fly on the wall while they share true intimacy.
“Oh damn,” Charlotte says behind me. “Oooh.” Her prolonged moan makes me believe she came, and I can hardly hold that against her. I may have my eyes on Jill’s face, but from the corner of them I see my fingers disappear into Jill’s cunt and the sight makes my own pussy contract around nothing.
I’m on my knees, fucking Jill, my ass sticking out behind me. After Charlotte’s orgasmic series of groans, I’m so enthralled by Jill’s face, the way her eyes remain locked on mine—as though she needs that connection—while I stroke her deep on the inside. I’m so caught up that I don’t register Charlotte coming up behind me until she starts caressing my behind.
“Go on. Don’t stop,” she whispers, but it’s hard to keep focus with her hand already delving south of my crack.
A bit thrown off guard, I decide it’s a good time to add another finger. The sound that withdrawing my two fingers makes, instigates another contraction of my pussy walls, but the fireworks in my flesh really stir when I focus on Jill’s cunt as I push three fingers inside of her. She’s wide for me, eager, and ready. Between my own legs, Charlotte’s finger is finding my clit.
“You’d better not come before Jill does,” she commands, and makes her finger retreat. Instead, it finds my entrance, and probes gently through my wetness there. The nails of Charlotte’s other hand dig deep into the flesh of my behind, and don’t fail to add to my growing arousal. But, I’ve had ‘my edge taken off’. I want to focus all my attention on Jill now.
I push deep with my fingers, and she pushes back. Judging from her body language, she’d appreciate a quickening of the pace, so I drive up my rhythm, filling her with all I have—not just three fingers, but all my intentions and energy behind them. Then, I bend down again, lifting my ass higher into the air and, no doubt, giving Charlotte better access. I feel a rush of hot air travel over my pussy lips: Charlotte’s breath.
I’m trapped between licking and fucking Jill, and Charlotte’s lips hovering over my own pussy lips. Charlotte’s ask of a few moments ago suddenly seems like a very tall order. I try to block out what she’s doing to me outside of my field of vision, the sensation of her fingers and, now, also her tongue, enhanced by not being able to see what’s going on.
But it has to be all Jill for me now, who is twitching and writhing underneath me. I need to rise above my own need to climax again, and put hers first. Jill digs her nails deep into my shoulders—while Charlotte’s still do the same to my left butt cheek. I’m caught between them, caught in this frenzy of lust and approaching orgasms. Jill’s moans grow more high-pitched, uttered as if expressing disbelief. I can’t quite believe it either. And then, she surrenders. Jill Banks gives herself up to me. My vision is impaired because I have my mouth on her clit and my nose in her pubes, but I can clearly feel it in the clench and release of her pussy around my fingers, and the trembling of her lower belly against my forehead.
“Oh good god,” she says, releasing her hold on my shoulder, and I revel in this moment of satisfaction, of having her come at my fingers, of her smell all over my face, and the slight cramp in my neck and her fingers in my hair now, caressing gently, lovingly. And the thought of those fingers, and the ones entering me from behind now, at an angle I’m not used to, takes the last ounce of resistance I still had and destroys it. My cheek on Jill’s belly, her hands in my hair, the smell of her pussy in my nose, I come, again. Liquid heat travels through me, reaching every extremity of my body, flooding it with dizzying warmth.
This orgasm feels as though it has been demanded of me by the curl of Charlotte’s strong fingers, and therefore, it’s different. It feels more communal as well because it followed Jill’s climax so closely, and Charlotte had her own party only moments before. This scene, me doubled over on Jill, Charlotte’s fingers now slowing down inside of me, feels like the ultimate climax of our threesome.
When Charlotte’s fingers have left me and she gives me a playful tap on my right butt cheek, I let my lower body sink down, my cheek still glued to Jill’s belly. I’m shattered, and I want to lie like that forever. I don’t know what else they have in store, but whatever it is, it will have to wait.
“I think she’s done now,” I hear Jill say to Charlotte over my head. She pats the back of my head lightly, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Jill trails her fingers over my spine lightly, making my flesh break out in goosebumps. I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want it to be over, although I have nothing left to give.
“Hey, Ruby,” Jill’s voice is all warmth again. “Why don’t you take a little nap, sweetie. Come here.” She tugs lightly at my upper arm, hoisting me up.
I let her drag me up, only helping a little, my muscles too spent to cooperate much, until my face is almost level with hers.
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nbsp; “Mission accomplished?” she asks, a crooked grin on her lips.
Slowly, I nod, blinking my eyes shut. I nestle my head in the crook of her shoulder and enjoy the cozy heat of her body, the after burn, and the hot glow somersaulting through my flesh. Any thought I have of Amber now is instantly eclipsed by the memories I made today. By Jill and Charlotte’s tenderness and openness. By their invitation and the avalanche of physical thrills they have unleashed. I drift off with nothing but sweet, exhilarating thoughts occupying my mind. For the first time since entering their bedroom, I allow my body to relax and replenish, my face pressed heavily into the safety of Jill’s body.
* * *
I wake up I don’t know how much later. I have no indication of the time, but I quickly realize where I am because, when I open my eyes, I instantly recognize Jill’s pianist fingers stroking the skin of my belly. I’m no longer lodged on top of her, and she smells clean and fresh.
“Hey,” she says, her voice soft.
Instinctively, I look around for any signs of Charlotte.
“She’s in the shower.” Jill can now also read my mind, but I guess it’s an easy assumption to make. “This was a sticky and wet affair.” Her smile is mesmerizing, her eyes glowing with kindness. A tingle manifests itself in the pit of my stomach. It’s another beginning of lust, for sure, but it’s not all. It’s more.
“I should probably join her.” I’m fully aware of the musky smell of sex still emanating from my body, starkly contrasting with Jill’s clean, flowery scent.
