Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  I lay back on the rug and stretched my legs out before me, waiting to play my part in CJ’s erotic performance. At once, Sarah fell to the floor, crawling towards the fireside as I had done seconds before. She studied me as she moved, stalking her prey like a hunting tiger. She stopped beside my head, then dropped her mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. No longer the frantic hunger from before, this kiss was gentle and loving, a sincere thank you for the gift that I was about to give her.

  Then she sat back on her heels and a look of hunger spread across her face, her chest and neck glowing with the hot flush of desire. She peered down at me with desperate longing, then reached down to pull the hem of her loose dress up and over her head, flinging the garment to the side with not a single care about where it landed.

  From across the room, I heard Anna gasp as Sarah’s naked body was revealed. She wore no underwear, and her pale, tiny body was magnificent and firm. I felt my heart race, relentless desire taking hold of me as it did whenever I saw the brunette’s perfect breasts, the flat expanse of her stomach, the creamy curve of her toned thighs. I glanced down between her legs to the smooth void between her thighs and followed the neat line of her pussy lips. With no surprise at all, I found it gleaming and slick, wet with need and insanely inviting.

  I looked up at her and pleaded with my eyes. Give me it, was the message that flashed between us, a demanding insistence that she could not resist.

  Sarah shifted her weight and swung her leg across my body until she was kneeling over my face, her lower legs pinning my shoulders down. I peered up at her sex and she responded by plunging her fingers into her lips and parting them to me, revealing the soft, pink flesh inside.

  “Leanne,” came Anna’s voice from across the room, “you don’t have to do this…” she said, but trailed off to nothing, the last feeble vestiges of her resistance crumbling away as Sarah lowered herself onto my face. She gasped and, as the cloying wetness of Sarah’s pussy settled around me, I realized that this was no longer a gasp of surprise or revulsion, but of lust. Anna was a part of our world now, a willing participant in the lesbian passion that would follow.

  Distantly, I wondered what my best friend tasted like, what it would be to kiss her, but before I could dwell on this thought, I was smothered by the intoxicating presence of Sarah.

  Without thinking, driven only by animal desire, I pushed out my tongue and plunged it deep into Sarah’s pussy, lapping at her slick folds. The brunette responded instantly, crying out as my hot tongue brushed her throbbing clitoris. Her body tensed and shook with each insistent lick. I felt her hips push down, locking me in place against the floor, trapping me in this damp prison. But I didn’t care. I surrendered myself voluntarily, desperate for every precious taste of my mistress.

  I breathed deeply, savoring the smell of her, the bold musk of her arousal, so rich and alive. I relished the way her hips moved, grinding against my face with gentle motions, small at first, but a tiny sign of bigger things to come, I knew. And as Sarah’s pleasure grew, so did my own. The growing ball of flame in my pussy pulsed and throbbed, white tendrils of desires spreading out into my body. I felt myself losing control, releasing myself into the intensity of the moment. The closeness of Sarah, the nervous trepidation and inquisitive stare of my best friend, and the ever watchful presence of CJ and her utter control.

  With an enormous force of will, I pulled my attention back to Sarah, ignoring my intense hunger and growing desire for a moment. I shifted my body slightly so that my tongue was on her clitoris, drawing spiralling swirls on that sensitive nub. Above me, the winsome brunette cried about, “Ah, ah, ah!” Then she dropped her hands down and gripped my head, fingers plunging into my honey blonde curls and pulling my face upwards.

  I capitulated, allowing her to guide my movements, control my body in any way that she saw fit. I was hers now, an object with one purpose: her pleasure. She took the gift of my submission and used it, moving her hips against my face, grinding her clitoris into my chin, my mouth, my tongue, my nose, seeking any purchase that she could in pursuit of her ultimate destination.

  From across the room, I heard Anna moan and I glanced to the side. My friend was leaning back in the sofa, kneading her breasts and stroking her pussy through the thin material of her shorts. At that moment, I wanted her, wanted her more than anything else, and I fervently prayed that CJ would grant me my wish.

  But for now, I had other duties, and I sensed that Sarah was close to her climax. I lifted my arms as far as I could and coiled them around the elfin woman’s slender thighs, pulling myself ever closer until my world was consumed by her dripping labia and pulsating clitoris. Then I attacked her once more with furious abandon, pressing down on her, pulling her wet flesh into my mouth and pushing down on her with my tongue, squashing her against her pelvic bone.

  Sarah screamed now, and I sensed her breathing quicken, quick pants through her open mouth. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” she cried out and threw her head back. Then her entire body tensed and the tiny tendons on her neck popped out as the furious surge of the orgasm raced through her. I felt her hands grip me tighter and her thighs wrap around my head, smothering me yet further. She began to moan, a panicked response to the forces that raged with her. I began to feel a rising feeling of disquiet myself as I struggled for air, the helplessness and claustrophobia somehow amplifying my own pleasure.

  And then Sarah relaxed. Her body deflated as though punctured. She sat back and released my head, allowing me to rest back on the rug and draw precious breath into my body. Her head hung forwards; damp, dark curls falling over her face in lazy tumbles. Her neck and chest were glowing red, the cooling embers of her furious climax. I gazed at her, captivated by her beauty and hungry for her body.

  At that moment, I never wanted to leave, never wanted to be away from the overwhelming presence of her pussy.

  From a million miles away, CJ finally spoke once more. “It’s so nice to have Leanne’s friends over to visit,” she purred. I glanced over to see Anna lying back on the sofa looking bewildered and harried. “Are you enjoying yourself dear?” added CJ, stroking Anna’s naked thigh.

  Anna flinched away from her touch, as though CJ’s hand was burning hot. “Y-yes,” she stammered, never once taking her eyes off Sarah and me.

  “I have an excellent idea,” said CJ, “why don’t you stay for dinner? I think you’ll really enjoy what’s on the menu tonight.”

  Chapter 4

  An hour later, and the four of us were in the large dining room in the east wing of the house. After the encounter in the living room, CJ had sent Sarah and me off to ‘get ready for dinner’, which was a code that we both knew well.

  Hurriedly, we’d got to our feet and headed off to the master bedroom to prepare ourselves. In that moment, there was no hierarchy between Sarah and me. We were simply CJ’s slaves, and responded as equals to her sordid whims. Once in the bedroom, Sarah had stripped me down until I was completely naked and I had helped her out of her high, wedge sandals. For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of us in the full length mirror beside the dresser. Two naked girls; Sarah pale and petite, with small breasts and slender legs; and me, taller and tanned, with full breasts and wide hips. A surge of desire rushed through me as I pictured us together, and I turned to Sarah and kissed her deeply.

  She responded at first, meeting my tongue with her own, pulling me close with her arms until our breasts squashed together between us. Then she pushed me away with a shy smile.

  “CJ wants us to get ready, we shouldn’t keep her waiting,” she whispered, but I sensed that she wanted more, wanted to continue the kiss and what lay beyond. But the will of her dominant wife overrode everything and she held back, delaying her gratification until later.

  She blinked twice as if to clear her head, then stepped over the room to a tall dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. She rummaged inside for a second then pulled out a handful of delicate material.

  “Sit,” she said with a su
rprising amount of command, and I turned to the bed and perched on the edge. Sarah stepped back towards me and lowered herself down to kneel at my feet. Then she took my ankle in her hands and rested my foot on her lap. Slowly, with great care, she began to slide a sheer, black stocking up my leg. The thin hosiery had a dark seam up the back and she took great pains to ensure that this was straight.

  I gazed down as she worked, captivated by the concentration on her face as she worked the stocking up my thigh, thrilled by the electric touch of her fingertips on my warm skin. Finally, she reached the top and fussed the elasticated top into position until she was completely satisfied. Then she turned her attention to my other leg and repeated the fetishistic ritual.

  Eventually, she sat back and teased her fingertips across the soft top of my feet, then looked up at me and smiled, her expression rich with longing. “Your turn to do me,” she said and handed me the remaining stockings from the floor beside her.

  We switched places. She perched on the bed and I kneeled at her feet, instantly thrilled by the submissive position and the proximity of her body. I repeated her actions, first taking her tiny foot, and then proceeding to roll the stocking up her leg. For herself, she’d selected white rather than black, a delicate color that made her look virginal and pure. Combined with her childlike face and slender body, the delicate hosiery made her seem deliciously innocent and gloriously corruptible.

  I wondered if this was part of her plan, to create a sordid dichotomy between the pair of us - two contrasting dishes of lust and innocence.

  “Does CJ want us to wear shoes tonight?” I asked as I rolled the second stocking into place and tried desperately to avoid glancing at Sarah’s pussy.

  She thought for a second. “No, she likes feet, so let’s go barefoot tonight,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “Come on, they’ll be waiting for us,” she added and jumped to her feet.

  She took my hand and started to leave the room, but I held her back. “Wait,” I said, not entirely sure what I wanted. She turned back to me and we stood facing each other for endless seconds, the tension in the room close to boiling point. “I just… I think I…” I began, overcome with a need to tell this woman how I felt about her, suddenly realizing for the first time that this burning need within me went beyond simple lust or the need to serve her.

  She raised a finger to my lips and touched me gently. “Shh,” she breathed, “I know.”

  And with that, she led me giggling out of the room and down the hall, to the dining room where CJ was waiting for us with Anna.

  Dinner was served.

  Anna and CJ sat at the table and studied the feast before them. Sarah and I had climbed up onto the sturdy, mahogany surface and positioned ourselves in the middle, kneeling with our hands crossed behind our backs facing the hungry pair.

  I glanced down at Anna. My best friend looked bewildered, swept up into a world she barely understood by the irresistible force of CJ’s personality. I felt a pang of sympathy for her, but the feeling was soon washed away as I noticed her eyes flicking between Sarah and me, lingering on our stockinged thighs, our breasts, our shaven pussies.

  “Tell me, Anna, have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy before?” said CJ beside her. The icy blonde reached across the table and lightly caressed her wife’s thigh causing Sarah to sigh and moan.

  “I… yes… sort of…” replied Anna.

  CJ turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Sort of?” she asked with a note of amusement.

  Anna blushed and looked down at the table. “Yes. In college. I didn’t really know…” she said and fell silent, face glowing bright.

  “So you like girls?” she CJ, not caring about Anna’s obvious discomfort.

  “Y-yes,” said Anna. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine and I peered down at her, wondering what she was thinking, wondering why she hadn’t fled from this house and never looked back. I scolded myself for my naivety. She stayed for the same reason I stayed all those weeks ago, I thought to myself. Curiosity, hunger, desire… CJ.

  “You look uncomfortable dear,” said CJ, reaching over and placing a tender hand on Anna’s upper arm. “Why don’t you take off those clothes and try to relax.” Her tone was friendly and warm, but there was something in the way she spoke that made it quite clear that this was not a suggestion.

  Anna turned to CJ and blinked, surprised by what was asked of her, obviously noting the same vibe that I had. “I… yes, okay,” she said and stood up from the table. With a few deft motions, she whipped her t-shirt over her head and slid free of her bra, then pushed her shorts and panties down her legs and kicked them away with her white sneakers.

  Then she returned to the table and sat down again.

  From where I kneeled, I peered down at my best friend’s body with hungry longing, noting for the first time in our friendship the firmness of her breasts and the way her nipples perched atop those magnificent globes, taut and rigid with her own desire.

  “Now,” smiled CJ, turning back to the pair of us. “Tonight we are serving the house special. ‘Kneeling Slut Pussy’, a delicious recipe of my own creation. It comes in two flavors: the brunette,” she reached forward and touched Sarah’s knee tenderly, “and the blonde,” then she reached her other hand across to touch mine. The pair of us shivered in unison.

  CJ turned away from us and faced Anna. “Before you decide which one you want to try first, perhaps an aperitif is in order?” she asked. Anna nodded numbly, seemingly barely aware of what she was agreeing to.

  CJ rose to her feet and stepped across to stand before Anna’s naked body, then bent her body at the waist and leaned to touch her mouth onto my friend’s. Anna gasped, shocked by the sudden kiss, but she soon relaxed and allowed CJ to probe her mouth with her tongue. The pair settled into a frantic rhythm, lips sliding together with ravenous desire. CJ’s hands rose to meet Anna’s face, gripping her tightly while the older woman devoured her mouth. Anna allowed herself to be kissed, her naked chest and neck flushing with desire.

  Then CJ stood up and stood over Anna who sat with her eyes closed and her mouth still parted, panting and breathing hard. CJ’s bright red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, making her look dishevelled and slutty.

  CJ stepped away from the table and began to undress, slipping out of her cream jacket and dark blouse. As she removed each garment, she folded it neatly and placed it on the floor. The three of us watched in rapt fascination, Sarah and I kneeling on the table, Anna sitting in front of us, still panting from the breathless kiss that she and CJ had shared.

  The icy blonde looked back at us, smirking to herself, obviously enjoying the attention of her willing pets. Then she reached down, unzipped the tight skirt and shuffled it down her thighs. All that remained were her tan pantyhose - a curious affectation that she always wore, always with no panties - and her nude heels. She elected to keep these on, and reached down between her legs, stroking her painted fingertips across the thin material that covered her pussy.

  “So, Anna,” she began, “which of these delightful dishes will you try first?” She waved her hand over the table at the pair of us.

  Anna glanced around looking first at Sarah, then me. Then she turned back to face CJ and opened her mouth to speak, but then fell silent.

  “Can’t decide eh?” smiled CJ. “Not to worry, there’s plenty to go around,” she purred. “Why not start with Leanne and try Sarah later?”

  “She… she’s my friend…” protested Anna weakly, glancing around at me apologetically. I felt a forbidden hunger rise in my throat, a curious need that was new and different. I’d known Anna for years, and had never felt anything other than friendship for her. But the prospect of having her touch me, having her taste me, suddenly filled me a thrill that was hard to quantify.

  I met her gaze and stared back at her lovingly, silently conveying my need, my longing, letting her know that I was hers, if she wanted me.

  “Oh nonsense, we’re all friends here,” drawled CJ. “Now eat that
fucking pussy,” she added with a serious edge that made it clear she was tiring of the delay.

  “Y-yes, CJ,” replied Anna, the weight of the order seeming to free her of the responsibility of conscience.

  “Leanne, present yourself,” snapped CJ, pointing at the table in front of Anna.

  I fell sideways and swung my legs beneath me, muscles crying out as they were freed from the kneeling position. Then I shuffled my bottom forwards until it was up against the edge of the table. Reaching forward, I hooked my hands around my thighs and pulled my legs back towards my head, presenting an inviting meal of pussy and asshole to my best friend.

  Anna sat back and defensively covered her breasts with her arm and held her hand to her face. She peered down at my waiting lips with a mix of hunger and reluctance on her face. As a final, feeble protest, she turned away and looked at CJ. CJ pursed her lips and gazed back at Anna, and nodded a single time.

  Anna turned back to me and met my gaze. I smiled at her, beckoning her forward with my eyes. She smiled back and I sensed her relax. Then she leaned in and briefly touched her lips to my pussy, a tender kiss with no real pressure. That momentary touch sent shockwaves through my body, amplified by the forbidden nature and the nervous warmth of Anna’s mouth.

  My friend seemed to sense my arousal and she leaned in again, touching her mouth to me harder this time, flicking her tongue out and tentatively exploring my lips. I rolled my head back and moaned, overcome with a wave of intense pleasure.

  To my right, I sensed movement and glanced around. Sarah was shuffling forward to lay beside me, positioning herself for CJ as I had for Anna. I leaned my head towards her and our lips met, then locked together, lips sliding together, the delicious taste of her tongue flooding my body with tingles of ecstasy. Then CJ clamped her mouth on her wife’s hungry pussy and Sarah turned away from me, distracted by the sudden attention on her sex. I watched as she coiled her stockinged legs around CJ’s head, the act seeming uncharacteristically dominant for the winsome girl.