Triple Play

by B J Wane

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Triple Play

  Spanking Erotica

  by B J Wane

  ISBN 13: 978-1-936173-74-7

  ISBN 10: 1-936173-74-3

  A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

  Copyright © 2009 B J Wane

  All rights reserved

  Chapter One

  Ella spread her bent knees wider, her hips thrusting towards Melanie’s mouth as she struggled towards orgasm. Melanie’s thumbs held the outer lips of her pussy open as she gazed intently at Ella’s vagina, an act that never failed to thrill her. Being so exposed, so vulnerable left her shaking with a shameful need that had never been appeased.

  “You’ve got the prettiest pussy, El,” Melanie breathed. “All swollen and pink, your clit practically begging for my mouth.”

  “Dammit, Mel, lick me. I’m dying here.”

  A fine sheen of perspiration coated her skin, her breathing was labored, and her nerves stretched tautly as Melanie lowered her mouth. Her tongue made a sweeping gesture up the center of her pussy, rasping lightly over her clit once, twice, three times. “More, Melanie, please,” she begged as she battled for that elusive feeling that she rarely achieved. The one where she could totally lose herself in sensation, an orgasm so consuming it conquered not only her body but her mind as well.

  Melanie moved one of her hands downward, her fingers grasping the butt plug. As she deftly maneuvered the plug in and out of Ella’s anus, she thrust three fingers into her cunt while her lips and teeth latched on to her protruding, engorged clit. Ella whimpered in pleasure, her own fingers plucking at her distended nipples, her head thrashing as she felt the beginning tremors move through her.

  “Harder, El,” Melanie ordered, her cheeks and mouth wet with Ella’s juices as she looked up at her from her feast. “Pinch your nipples, hard, just like you like.”

  Ella eagerly complied, twisting the taut buds tightly, the pinch of pain causing her pussy to spasm and gush. “Yes, Melanie! I’m almost there!” The orgasm burst upon her, causing her to cry out, her hips thrashing against Melanie’s face.

  Melanie continued to lick Ella’s pussy as she calmed. Though her tongue felt heavenly on her bare folds, Ella couldn’t help but crave a rougher touch, a harder face nestled between her legs, thick, calloused fingers invading her eager orifices, causing the pain that she seemed to crave, to need, to reach that awesome pinnacle. Melanie crawled up Ella’s body, her lips latching on to first her right nipple and then her left before raising and settling over her mouth.

  Ella tasted herself on Melanie’s soft lips and tongue. For someone who wasn’t a lesbian, Ella loved being with Melanie on the rare occasions she allowed depression over her unsatisfactory sex life to take hold of her. Friends and occasional lovers for over twelve years, they had no secrets from each other and loved each other unconditionally. Melanie’s soft breasts felt good rubbing against hers, their legs twining together as they continued to kiss and lick at each other’s mouths.

  They had met in college where they had been paired as roommates. Melanie, a straight lesbian, had been open and honest about her sexual preferences and it was through her that Ella had learned to be just as open and honest about her need to be controlled in the bedroom, her desire to escape first the stress of putting herself through college and, for the last five years, of being an emergency room nurse in downtown Chicago. By turning herself over completely to someone else at home when she left work, she thought she could find the balance she needed in her life, and the pleasure. Unfortunately, she hadn’t found a man that could meet those demands.

  Melanie pulled away from Ella, her dark hair falling around her face as she stared down at her. “Bend over the bed.”

  Ella’s heart raced, her palms grew damp as she obeyed unconditionally. Leaning on her elbows, her legs straight, her ass high, Ella listened to Melanie rummaging in the closet, anxiously anticipating the first stinging swat of the leather paddle. Shame that she needed this caused tears to well in her eyes, and even more upsetting was the knowledge that it wouldn’t be enough. As much as she loved Melanie for seeing to her needs, as grateful as she was that she had her, she would give anything if it was a man with hard hands and a lust for control that was standing behind her.

  “You know this won’t solve anything, El,” Melanie said as she ran a hand over one raised buttock.

  “I know, Mel. But you’re all I’ve got.”

  “Then I better make it good, sweetheart.”

  Ella cried out sharply as Melanie applied the leather paddle to first her right buttock and then the left. Her hands clenched the sheets as she ruthlessly smacked her ass, the sound of leather smacking bare flesh along with her gasps echoed in the room. A hard swat in the middle of her buttocks shoved the butt plug deeper and sent her face down on the bed. She quickly righted herself, whimpering as Melanie ruthlessly labored her ass over and over.

  Her buttocks felt swollen, throbbed with an aching pain that brought an onslaught of juices creaming her outer lips and dripping down her thighs. These sessions with Melanie were few and far between, and the one boyfriend she had managed to talk into spanking her had dumped her when he realized she was interested in more than love taps. She let the tears leak out as she moved her fingers to her cunt, delving between her folds.

  “Here, use this.” Melanie paused long enough to hand her a vibrator, the large one with the hard ridges that she liked so much. “Five more, Ella. I’ll make them nice and hard.”

  Ella almost came just hearing Melanie’s words. Shoving the vibrator into her sopping pussy, she switched it on and held it tightly against her protruding clit as Melanie was true to her word and laid the paddle on her right buttock hard enough to drive her forward again. Ella stayed down, her arm trapped beneath her, the vibrator held tightly against her clit as the paddle landed on her left cheek. She came with the next blow, begging Melanie not to stop. Her orgasm ripped through her, the pain intensifying the pleasure until she didn’t know where one let off and the other began. Writhing on the bed, her hips grinding down on the vibrator, her ass clenching the butt plug, she fragmented into a million pieces.

  She didn’t know how long she lay there. Small tremors still shook her, and Melanie’s hand felt blessedly cool and soothing on her burning backside. Panting, her hair plastered to her back in sweat, she felt content, if not completely at peace.

  “I wish you weren’t going back there tonight,” Ella said. Dressed in nothing but short robes, the two of them sat out on Melanie’s second story apartment balcony eating salads at the small rod iron table. Mid-summer in Chicago was beautiful, and they were lucky enough to be able to enjoy a rare day with little wind.

  “I have to, El. You know that.” Melanie gazed across the table at her, her dark eyes tortured. “She was my cousin. We were as close as you and I.”

  “I know, but you should let the police handle it.”

  “It’s been six months, and they still have no leads.”

  Melanie’s cousin, an attractive twenty-eight year old, was found dead in a park on the outskirts of the city six months ago, leaving Melanie and her parents devastated. The victim of an overdose from a new date rape drug, she was the fourth young woman to die after being seen at the popular club, Legends, a club tha
t catered to the lifestyles of dominant and submissive relationships.

  “How is it going to help if you end up like her?” Ella demanded, fear for her friend her utmost concern. She had known Cindy, but only marginally through Melanie. And while she felt for her and the horrible way she died, she didn’t want to lose Melanie to the same fate.

  “You know,” Melanie grinned at her, ignoring her question, “this club caters more toward your desires than mine. Take a night off and come with me. Maybe you’ll find the man of your dreams.”

  “The man of my dreams doesn’t exist and quit trying to change the subject. I work the weekend night shift and, even on my nights off, I wouldn’t go there. It isn’t safe, Mel. Can’t Mandy go with you?”

  “She’s pissed about today.” Melanie shrugged as if having her steady lover mad at her was of no consequence.

  Ella felt ashamed as she always did when they got together. Melanie was open with Mandy about her relationship with Ella. They were just friends, good friends, except on those rare occasions when Ella needed her to be more than a friend.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t want to cause you problems.”

  “Oh, she’s not pissed about us spending the afternoon naked together, she understands and is okay with our brief encounters. She’s irked because I wouldn’t share and wouldn’t let her stay and watch.” Melanie smiled widely as Ella blushed crimson. Reaching across the small table, Melanie parted Ella’s robe, baring her large breasts. “She particularly wants a go at these babies. God, El, you’ve got great tits!”

  Melanie’s hand along with the warm sun on her breast felt wonderful. “They’re too big,” she sighed as Melanie pulled her nipple. Looking down at her size D’s, she shook her head ruefully. “Hell, they’ve been my burden to carry since I was twelve. I’m five six and weigh a hundred and ten. I’ve always been out of proportion and hated it. My boobs enter a room a full minute before I do. God, that feels good.”

  “Yes, it does, so quit complaining. My little B cups are way too small for my chubby thighs and wide hips. I’d much rather have your problem.”

  Ella glanced at Melanie’s breasts, her nipples hard and pointed against her robe. Rising, she dropped her robe to the ground and went to kneel in front of Melanie, her hands spreading her knees before untying her robe and pushing it off her shoulders.

  “I like your breasts too.” Leaning forward, she took one pebbled nipple into her mouth and suckled gently, just the way Melanie liked. Her hand cupped the other one, her thumb rubbing back and forth its equally tight bud.

  “Someone might see us,” Melanie moaned as Ella spread her thighs further.

  “Mmm, I hope so. I’ve never had an audience before.” Ella slid her hand slowly down Melanie’s waist, her fingers sliding easily between her slick, wet folds. Several years ago, they had both had their pubic hair lasered off, much to their enjoyment. The feel of a bare pussy was only equal to the heightened sensations a denuded cunt inspired.

  Melanie reached down and tweaked both Ella’s nipples as she jerked against her invading fingers. Ella moaned, loving the pinch of pain in her nipples, the taste of Melanie’s nipple in her mouth, and the coating of her juices and clenching of her muscles on her fingers as she came.

  Ella leaned up and kissed Melanie softly. “If I promise to go with you next weekend when I’m off, will you wait?”

  “It’s been a month since the last girl was found. They’re due to strike any time. I promise I’ll be careful.”

  Ella rose and slipped her robe back on but left it hanging open. “You don’t even know who or what you’re looking for, Mel.” Grabbing her plate, she stalked angrily into the kitchen.

  “Cindy said she had met a guy there the week before,” Melanie said from behind her. “Tall, light hair, and bedroom blue eyes. She had plans to meet up with him again that night.”

  Turning, Ella glared at her best friend. “And the police have that information. Please, Mel. I have a bad feeling about this. Let it go. Let them handle it.”

  Melanie rinsed her plate and stacked both dishes in the dishwasher. “I can’t, and I really wish you’d support me instead of constantly harping at me about it.” Tears spilled down her cheeks, silently pleading for her best friend’s support.

  “Dammit, Melanie.” Ella hugged her, their open robes allowing their soft curves to once again come in contact. It was a comforting feeling, being held nude against Melanie’s naked body. “If something happens to you, I’m going to be royally pissed!”

  Melanie giggled, kissing her softly on the lips. “I promise to be careful, and I’m holding you to your word about going with me next weekend.”

  Ella dressed and drove back to her apartment on the other side of Chicago, enjoying the soreness in her buttocks and the relaxed state of her body. If only she could get her mind to relax as well. She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to Melanie. She was all she had left, and she would do anything for her.

  Ella’s parents had died in a car accident her second year of college, and it was Melanie who had seen her through the grief. Being an only child born when her parents were both in their early forties, she had no other relatives except for a few distant, older cousins. Melanie, on the other hand, was extremely lucky to still have both parents, two sisters, two brothers, grandparents, and a slew of aunts, uncles, and close cousins, all of whom had embraced Ella in her time of need. They were the family she’d lost; Melanie was the sister she never had. She could sympathize with Melanie’s grief over losing her cousin in such an awful manner, but she couldn’t support her actions out of fear for her.

  It was late afternoon by the time she reached her apartment; but, since she worked the eleven to seven shift at night, she still had time for a quick nap before she had to shower and leave for the hospital. Luckily, she lived only a few blocks away, which was why she had opted to live on this side of town. At the age of thirty, she was the lead trauma nurse in Chicago’s largest hospital, a position she had studied and worked hard for during the past few years. Lately, though, she was finding it difficult to remain unaffected by all the tragedy, pain and suffering she dealt with almost every night. She knew she was headed slowly toward burn out and had been seriously considering transferring to another area of the hospital sometime in the near future. It was the people she was instrumental in helping, that she knew she had a hand in saving, which kept her there night after night, reluctant to make that move.

  Letting herself into her apartment, she tossed her purse on the couch, closed the curtains across the large windows that overlooked a park, and threw herself down on her plush, navy sofa. She was too tired to think of anything for awhile and was asleep in minutes.

  The emergency room was already bustling when she arrived at eleven. She was refreshed from her nap and shower and still invigorated from her afternoon of sex. She had next weekend off, and she was seriously contemplating attending Legends with Melanie, not in the hopes of catching whoever was responsible for those poor girls’ fate, but in the hopes of catching the attention of a very dominant man. Melanie was right, she needed to get out more.

  The first half of her shift flew by. It seemed there was no end to traffic and crime victims as well as the constant steady stream of people who simply had nowhere else to go when they were ailing. Ella was just returning from her thirty minute lunch break when an ambulance pulled up and the paramedics rushed the victim into one of the curtained cubicles.

  “Ella, you’re with me on this one. It looks like an OD,” Dr. Grant said as he rushed by her.

  Ella followed him into the cubicle and felt her knees buckle as she gasped in shock. Melanie lay still as death on the gurney, no overt sign of trauma, which meant only one thing to Ella. She had just become the fifth victim in the date rape drug case.

  Chapter Two

  Ella sat at Melanie’s bedside, tears of anger and remorse drying on her cheeks. Melanie looked pale lying against the stark whiteness of the sheets, her dark hair spread ou
t on the pillow, her equally dark eyes closed against the harsh realities of a cruel world. The emergency trauma team, including Ella, had worked on Melanie for over two hours, trying everything they knew to bring her out of coma. Nothing worked. The good news was she was breathing on her own and needed no machines to keep her alive. The bad news was she could be in this comatose state a day, a week, or indefinitely. Blood work had proven she had been given a heavy dose of the same drug as the other four girls who had died.

  All the previous victims had been raped with a foreign object. Ella still hadn’t seen the results from the rape kit done on Melanie. She couldn’t think about that now; she could only concentrate on getting Mel to open those beautiful brown eyes again, so she could scold her and tell her I told you so. She had finished her shift in a daze after Melanie had been moved upstairs to a private room. She should go home and sleep and return later that day, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave her side.

  A light knock on the closed door drew her attention, and she watched warily as two tall, rugged men stepped into the room. Cops, she thought with a surge of anger. Rising, she stood protectively near the bed, demanding, “What do you want?”

  “Ma’am,” the light haired one replied, “I’m Sam McIntyre from Chicago PD, and this is my partner, Mac Shadetree. We’re in charge of this case. And you are?”

  “Melanie is not a ‘case’, Detective. She’s a living, breathing human being and my best friend. I’d appreciate it if you would refer to her by her name.”

  “I know you’re upset….”

  “Ella, Ella Ward, and yes, I’m upset. If you had done your jobs better, she wouldn’t be lying here now in a coma.”

  “We’re doing everything we can to catch whoever is behind these assaults, Ms. Ward,” Detective Shadetree said, his voice deep and quiet. “We’re working with a whole task force on this, and we won’t stop until they’re caught and punished for their crimes. I can assure you that.”

  Both men had worked with grieving family and friends before, and it was obvious they knew how to tactfully appease them. They waited patiently for Ella to get herself under control.