by Bridy McAvoy
Robert, as ever, surprised all four of them. “Since time is getting on, why don’t you two change at the same time?”
Becky looked at Pattie and shrugged as the blonde at the other end of the couch said nothing, just rose to her feet.
“In fact, I have a better idea.”
“I thought you might have. Let me guess, you want me to undress Becky?”
Although Pattie’s tone was sarcastic, Angie could see her friend smiling, her eyes twinkling with amusement and, with a start, Angie realized Robert had planned this all along. The way Pattie had caressed Trish while Angie stripped, and then Becky having gone even further with her while Trish undressed, confirmed the two women had been given different instructions than she had.
She glared accusingly at Becky but her neighbor just smiled and otherwise ignored her.
“Do I need to answer that question?”
Becky answered for both of them. “Probably not. You did tell us a floor show might be needed to get things started.”
Robert smiled, and his fingers started to move on Angie’s thigh. She glanced down to see his hand moving on Trish’s thigh too, then back up to see exactly what Robert might have in mind for a floor show. She tried to rationalize the way she felt. Watching two women getting it on wasn’t something she’d ever expected, let alone wanted, to witness in the flesh, but at some point in the near future she’d probably be part of a similar floor show herself.
“That’s right, Becky. So why don’t the two of you give each other a nice warm hug, and then maybe a little kiss?”
His chuckle sounded evil and, as the two women closed the distance between them, Angie caught the glare Pattie sent Robert’s way, which he, of course, just ignored. His hand stroking her thigh was distracting but, with her legs crossed the way they were, he could only touch her leg, not reach the inside of her leg to touch her more intimately. She’d crossed her leg that way deliberately and Trish had caught on and copied her, mirroring her actions, protecting herself. She, at least, had achieved an orgasm touched by Robert. Angie’s had been caused from being touched by one of the other women, and she felt a level of shame from the difference.
She remembered how, when they’d discussed the possibilities, they’d joked with Pattie about porn scenes always including a blonde and a brunette, so Pattie could guarantee any girl-on-girl action would include her with one of the others, meaning she’d be sexed-up by another women far more often. As she watched the two women embrace rather clumsily, she could see why their joke had a real ring of truth to it, especially as they were both dressed alike. Becky was a couple of inches taller, and with her shorter hair that seemed natural somehow. Angie was another inch or so taller than Becky and, for a fleeting moment, pictured herself as the one now hugging her friend. She shivered as the thought crossed her mind, trying to suppress any reaction to the unfolding display in front of her. The low chuckle from Robert sitting next to her told her she’d failed to hide her reaction.
“Go for it, ladies.”
She could see Becky tense as Robert told them to get on with it, then watched as her friend forced herself to relax into Pattie’s embrace. Their faces moved together and both women pursed their lips then kissed gently. Angie swallowed hard, the sexual tension in the room sky-rocketing as the two women kissed again. Robert’s fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt as she watched them, but she ignored his touch. After a couple of moments without her reacting, his hand slid higher onto uncontested territory, touching her thigh high up under the skirt.
The two women kissed again, this time Becky’s lips parting as they touched Pattie’s. Pattie responded, opening to admit the tip of Becky’s tongue as the brunette extended it. A moment later Pattie’s tongue came into view between them as they pulled their lips apart, only the tongues touching between them. Then Pattie’s head moved forward and their lips locked in a far more passionate kiss. From the side, Angie could see Becky had her eyes closed but Pattie’s face was slightly angled away and she couldn’t be sure of the blonde’s reaction to kissing another woman.
The two women moved closer to each other, Becky’s hand stealing up Pattie’s back, grasping the back of her neck and pulling her tighter into the kiss, Pattie’s hand dropping to Becky’s ass, pulling their bodies closer to each other, molding them together. A few seconds later the kiss broke and they separated, both breathing heavily. Pattie spun around until her back was toward Becky and backed in to her, pushing her butt into Becky’s groin. Becky wrapped her arms around her friend and lowered her lips to the blonde woman’s exposed neck as Pattie flipped her hair to the side, providing access to the tender skin as Becky nuzzled it. Now Angie could see Pattie had her eyes closed and her mouth open. Reaching down, she grasped Becky’s hands and lifted them to cup her breasts then letting her own hands fall to her sides, reaching behind to grasp the brunette’s hips and pull them closer. Becky kept her hands there, holding her friend’s breasts, as she nuzzled and gently bit at the blonde’s neck.
“No hickies!”
Pattie’s groan seemed to echo around the room, increasing the tension that flooded the space, and Angie shifted in her seat, aware that her body wanted her to uncross her legs and open herself to Robert’s probing fingers which now toyed with the leg elastic of her panties. She felt the couch move under her and risked a glance across at Trish, noticing the woman in the long black dress had in fact shifted, uncrossing her legs and sinking a little lower in the seat. Although her legs were closed, she had less protection than Angie did herself, given Robert hadn’t provided her with an outfit containing underwear. She couldn’t see Robert’s hand but guessed he was already, or was about to, take advantage of the proffered access.
Looking back, she could see Becky change the position of her hands on Pattie’s chest. Instead of cupping the whole of her breasts, she had lowered her hands to cup and heft them from underneath. Angie gasped as she watched from a side view as Becky lifted one finger and her thumb on each hand to the nipples and squeeze them. Pattie’s groan filled the room as Robert chuckled. Unable to prevent herself, and knowing it was what Robert wanted, she shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs and allowing her knees to drift apart, although she refused to squirm lower in the seat. Without hesitation, Robert’s hand moved from her flank to her front, still burrowed under her skirt and, for the second time that evening, she felt his fingers touch her mound. This time, though, she had panties on and access was at least temporarily denied.
In front of her the tableau changed as Becky let go of Pattie’s chest and she stepped back slightly, providing herself with the room to bring her hands to the back of the blonde woman’s neck and unzip the dress. Pattie visibly shuddered as she realized the moment of exposure to Robert and her friends approached, but didn’t resist as Becky steered her through a quarter turn so both women now faced the three on the couch. Angie could see the exact moment Pattie realized Robert had a hand under each of the dresses to either side of him, as her eyes widened and she gasped, realizing all four women were being stimulated or, in Becky’s case, doing the stimulating at the same time.
The dress hung loosely on her shoulders and Angie expected Becky to push it down but instead the brunette moved her hands back to Pattie’s chest, cupping her breasts as she whispered in the blonde woman’s ear. Angie was too far away to hear what was said but Pattie gave a brief nod then lifted her own hands to her shoulders, pulling the soft mesh material of the bodice off her shoulders. As she dropped her hands the dress fell away, only held in place by Becky’s hands on her breasts. A moment later, Becky allowed the dress to slip between her fingers and Pattie’s skin, until the only thing covering the blonde woman’s breasts were Becky’s hands which squeezed the exposed mounds of flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat as Becky slowly moved her hands, first exposing Pattie’s hardened nipples to the three watchers, then bringing her fingers and thumbs in to tweak them. Pattie shuddered under the highly sexual touch of her friend and Angie hea
rd Trish gasp from the other end of the couch. Whether that was from the show in front of them, or Robert’s lewd fingering, Angie couldn’t tell from her angle, but Robert had increased the pressure of his hand on her own pussy at the same time. She spread her legs a little wider, watching as Pattie’s gaze dropped to her skirt and she knew her blonde friend could see the back of Robert’s hand as he worked on her. The blonde dropped her hands to her hips, pushing her dress down to join the two matching ones both she and Trish had discarded on the floor earlier.
Taking a shuddering breath, the clearly excited blonde moved clear of Becky’s fingers and danced around her to stand behind her. Becky smiled at her friends, her eyes widening in turn as she saw what Robert was doing to Angie and, from the low sounds from the other end of the couch, to Trish too. She closed her eyes as Pattie’s hands went to the zip at the back of her neck and a minute later the performance was repeated as Becky’s dress fluttered to the floor with Pattie tweaking Becky’s large nipples.
Angie already knew Becky was the best endowed of the four of them, the one with the largest breasts. She’d never seen them the way she did now though, the nipples engorged and elongated to such an extent. Not only the largest breasts, but by far the largest nipples. Trish’s had seemed large, but Becky’s were obscene. Becky writhed and groaned as Pattie manipulated them for almost a minute before Robert spoke again, his voice now hoarse and thickened with lust.
“The panties.”
Becky licked her lips, and Angie could tell that losing her final covering would expose how aroused she was and, from the look of the brunette’s flushed skin, that arousal was very, very real.
Angie’s panties were under attack too and she couldn’t help squirming as Robert inserted one finger under the elastic of the leg and, from there, wormed it onto the bare skin of her pussy. As he touched the outer lip, he started to lever the panties up and away to get a second finger inside, and she swallowed hard as fire ran up her nerves from the pool of desire centered in her loins. In front of her Pattie had inserted her thumbs in the black lace at Becky’s waist and started to inch the fabric down.
Becky’s own hands had replaced Pattie’s on her breasts manipulating her nipples, tweaking, nipping and pinching them, then moving to cup her breasts and lift them, returning to those huge nipples to start all over again. Angie watched as Becky’s mouth dropped open and her eyes closed, unable to watch the others as her ardor rose and rose. Pattie had worked the panties down to the top of Becky’s slit and Angie realized her friend had had a full wax job, no pubic hair in evidence at all. As the panties slipped below the totally bald pussy onto Becky’s thighs, the almost discarded garment, together with the garters and belt, provided an obscene frame for the slit that caught and held her eyes.
Becky shuddered as her pussy came into view then worked her legs to make the now useless item of clothing fall to the floor where she wasted no time in kicking one foot clear so she could open her legs, providing the blonde woman with access to her treasure. Her outer lips had swollen and parted and Angie knew she’d see the pink inside of the other woman’s pussy if she was looking from a different angle. Pattie knew what their friend wanted—indeed, almost needed—and her hands dropped to that slit, pulling the outer lips apart with her fingertips, exposing the coral pink interior to all who could see. Trish moaned even louder from the other end of the couch and Angie bit her lip, stopping herself from closing her eyes and joining her cry of arousal to that of her friend’s as Robert skillfully inserted one finger into her. Her skirt was up at the front, exposing the back of Robert’s hand to the other women who had to be able to see what the only man in the room was doing to her and, from the sound of it, to Trish as well.
As Robert’s finger began to excite her to an even higher state, she tried to focus her attention on the floor show in front of them as Pattie shamelessly duplicated Robert’s movements, driving her fingers deep into Becky’s soaking pussy. Robert, though, didn’t let her complete the job and bring the brunette to orgasm, so despite having his fingers buried in the pussies to either side of him, he was obviously still watching the floor show he’d insisted upon.
“Swap positions. Show me some blonde pussy.”
Becky shuddered again and, opening her eyes, looked disappointed as Pattie withdrew her fingers and let go. Becky’s hands dropped from her breasts to her sides and Angie could see the red marks that showed just how hard her friend had been playing with her own breasts, the blotches from the finger marks where she squeezed them standing out in the lighting from the recessed fixtures.
With her panties still blatantly on display, caught around her left foot, Becky moved to stand behind Pattie as the blonde woman moved forward, allowing her room between her and the couch. Pattie’s breasts were smaller than Becky’s but were almost as pert as Trish’s—certainly the engorged nipples pointed upward rather than out—and, for a moment, Angie thought about how they would feel in her own hands. She gasped at the thought, not given to such same sex reveries—not even in her deepest fantasies—and watched wide-eyed as Becky put her hands on Pattie’s hips. She expected her brunette neighbor to follow the same method in removing Pattie’s panties as Pattie had in removing hers, but it quickly became obvious Becky had other ideas.
One hand slid around to the front and tickled Pattie just above the waistband of the panties. In reaction to the rather unexpected contact, Pattie sucked in a breath, hollowing her belly, allowing enough gap between her skin and the taut elastic for Becky to slip her hand down inside them. Pattie’s eyes shot wide open and she gasped as she reacted to Becky’s touch. Before she could attempt any move in self-defense, Becky had captured her prize. Even through the panties Angie could see her brunette friend had traced her fingers along Pattie’s slit and inserted one, probably knuckle deep, into the blonde’s vagina.
The loud groan that accompanied Pattie’s obvious capitulation echoed around the room just as Robert introduced a second finger into Angie’s pussy. She allowed her body to slide forward a little and, spreading her legs as wide as the arm of the couch and Robert’s leg would allow, lowered her hand onto his upper thigh, before stroking it inward toward his crotch. She recoiled in shock when her fingers encountered another hand there, not expecting to find Trish following the same course of action.
Pattie squirmed on the fingers penetrating her, as Angie slowly slid her hand back onto Robert’s crotch, where it joined Trish’s and, for the first time in her life, she shared touching a cock with another woman. The idea sent a thrill running through her and she arched her back as Robert sensed her heightened arousal and pushed his fingers deeper into her. She tried to keep her eyes on the designated floor show but it was difficult. She knew her own orgasm was close as her fingers touched and caressed Trish’s while they caressed the rigid prick beneath both their hands. Trish’s hand moved higher and Angie felt the material under her palm go a little slack, then realized her friend was undoing Robert’s fly, intent on exposing him just as he had exposed the three of them. Make that four, she realized, as Pattie’s panties fluttered down her legs. The blonde woman had retained some hair, and Angie guessed that was her way of demonstrating the shrubs matched the treetops. Just as Becky had, the blonde kicked one foot free of the entrapping panties and, spreading her legs apart to allow Becky full access, she took full advantage. Angie felt her mouth hang open as Becky slid one, two, and then three fingers easily into Pattie’s slit.
Angie’s hand was busy too, helping Trish free Robert’s rigid cock from its confinement, pushing and pulling his trousers open and then, without seeing each other’s face or otherwise communicating, the pair of them yanked his boxers down, one working on each side. Angie slid further down on the couch, lifting her left leg and placing it wantonly over the arm of the couch, widening the access to her pussy, allowing Robert’s fingers to plunder her fully. She wasn’t far off her second orgasm of the night. Robert grunted as his cock sprung free. She wasn’t quite quick enough as Trish’s ha
nd wrapped around the top section, leaving her to fondle the part still caught in his boxers. Not for long as, pushing them down as far as she could, she grasped the hot flesh in her hand. Just the touch of his prick in her hand sent her shuddering. Ignoring the show her two friends were putting on for them, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, replaying memories of four nights earlier when, in private, Robert had fucked her, not once but twice.
She groaned and humped her hips against his fingers as her own hand pushed up against Trish, dislodging her friend’s hand to engulf the end of his cock within the circle of her fingers. Robert responded by driving his finger into her harder than ever, rotating his hand to bring the tip of his thumb into contact with her pussy. Before she knew it, the orgasm overtook her and she stiffened as the spasms tore through her. She could vaguely hear a woman screaming in passion, and realized it was her, only for her voice to be joined by another as the way Becky attacked her pussy and the spectacle in front of her, pushed Pattie over the edge to join her.
Angie slowly came down from the high to see the tableau in front of them had broken up, the two women moving apart, Becky looking somewhat disappointed that she hadn’t managed to cum, although she’d brought first Angie, and now Pattie off. In the meantime, Robert had withdrawn his fingers from her panties and gently removed her hand from his cock. She glanced to see and felt vaguely gratified he’d done the same to Trish as well, then he leaned toward her, extending his wet fingers in front of her face. Without thinking, she allowed her lips to part and, a second later, eagerly sucked her own nectar from his fingers. The sweet taste and slightly pungent smell sent a shiver through her, and he chuckled.
