Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  I turned back to Anna. My friend was busy with my own pussy, concentrating her attention on my quivering hole. She sat up and grinned, her mouth slick with my wetness. Then she took hold of my foot and began to lick my soft sole and suck on my toes. I moaned out loud, encouraging her on with my eyes. She seemed to become lost in her actions, attacking my foot with a furious hunger. I moaned again, demanding further attention on my pussy like an impudent child. Anna responded with her hand, dipping her fingers between my lips and dragging her tips through that damp chasm. Then she reversed her touch and pushed two fingers into my quim, swirling her wrist and stretching my hole until I squealed with pleasure.

  She began to move her hand back and forth, two fingers becoming three as I loosened up. I screamed out, feeling the twin pleasures of her hand inside me and her warm mouth on my foot. I turned to my right and found CJ and Sarah locked together, Sarah writhing on the table, frantically kneading her tiny breasts and panting.

  I felt myself overcome by the erotic scene that I was a part of. Four women, endless naked flesh, tongues and mouths working together on soaking pussies. The air was thick with the stink of arousal, rich and musky and vital, it was an intoxicating cocktail that thrilled the senses. I felt my pussy throb, radiating pulses of liquid pleasure out into my body, causing my skin to prickle with gooseflesh and my aching limbs to tremble and shiver.

  I struggled to hold it back, wishing to prolong the feeling for as long as I could.

  Above me, Anna finished with my foot and dived back into my pussy, dropping her mouth to my clitoris and keeping her three fingers inside me. With a surprising skill, she began to lick my throbbing mound and tickle my g-spot with a relentless rhythm, sending wave after wave of overwhelming sensation through my body.

  I threw my head back and cried out, begging her to stop, begging her not to stop. She continued onwards, increasing the force of her tongue, quickening her pace and deepening my pleasure. I glanced down at her, head bobbing up and down between my legs. She lifted her eyes and met my gaze, and I saw only hunger there, a deep longing. She wanted this as much as I wanted this, as much as CJ and Sarah wanted this.

  Faster and faster she began to move, quick motions of tongue and finger, whipping me into a frenzy until I could barely think. My body bucked and writhed, thrashing about on the table, hands reaching out to paw at Sarah, grabbing her breasts, her arm, her neck. I wanted only the sensation of touch, a perfect compliment to the endless assault on my pussy.

  I became consumed with a sudden urge, a frantic longing to come on my friends face, to join us together in my moment of climax. I turned inwards, closing my eyes and concentrating on the looming orgasm that boiled inside me. I beckoned it forwards, releasing myself into it, allowing the mounting wave to wash over me, to wash me away.

  My pussy exploded! A sudden burst of furious energy that lifted my body off the table, arching my spine until I felt as though it might snap. I gasped, overcome with the raging torrent of power that set my muscles rigid and nulled my senses. With alarming pace, it built to a stratospheric peak and I feared it would never stop and I would be lost. My mind flailed around for purchase, seeking shelter in rational thought, away from the boiling maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

  And then it ended. My body collapsed back and my arms fell to my side, devoid of animus and energy. I looked around at Sarah and found her locked in the rictus mask of her own orgasm. She reached down and gripped my lifeless hand, seeking the anchor of our love to hold her in place. Then she too was finished, a spent ruin, her body useless and used.

  CJ sat up from her wife’s pussy and touched the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger. “Anyone for dessert?” she asked, with a hungry drawl.

  Then she stood up and stepped back.

  “On the floor girls, let’s go into the living room,” she commanded. To my surprise, Anna reacted instantly, sliding forward off the chair to her knees and then leaning over onto her hands. CJ smiled at her and reached down, stroking her behind the ear as she might a well behaved dog. “Good girl,” she purred and Anna looked up at her with lustful adoration.

  Sarah and I groaned, and coaxed our bodies into life. As one, we rolled over and sat up, then lowered ourselves to the floor beside Anna. I looked around at the three of us, each one on all fours. Three willing pets of CJ, her obedient slaves. The thought thrilled me and, as CJ set off to walk to the living room, I padded along beside her enthusiastically, scampering to keep up with my demanding mistress, naked body brushing against Anna and Sarah.

  As we reached the living room, CJ pointed at a spot in front of the couch and the three of us lined up, kneeling back on our heels and awaiting her orders.

  The tall blonde lowered herself down and straightened her spine, peering at us as we stared back at her. Despite her nakedness, despite the glistening remains of her wife’s desire still drying on her mouth, she still appeared as calm and composed as ever, her bare flesh only adding to her overwhelming presence. I looked up at her adoringly, feeling a mix of love and fear, wanting at that moment only to satisfy her, to grant her every wish.

  She leaned back and lifted her right leg onto the couch, then began to stroke her fingers back and forth over her pussy, pressing through the thin gauze of her pantyhose. Suddenly, she took hold of the damp material and ripped at it with her long nails, tearing a hole across her crotch and exposing her pussy to us.

  The three of us gasped in unison as her shaven mound was revealed, a mix of surprise at the destruction of her pretty hosiery and delight at what awaited us.

  “Who wants the pussy?” she purred, spreading apart her lips invitingly. We all sat forwards, none of us speaking, all of us desperate for that forbidden taste.

  She studied us all, eyes crawling across our breasts and our naked pussies. “Anna, won’t you join me up here?” she said, patting the couch beside her.

  Anna moved without hesitation, crawling up onto the couch and nuzzling in beside CJ’s body. CJ turned her head and kissed my friend, allowing Anna’s hands to rest on her breasts and playfully squeeze her nipples. Then she turned back to Sarah and me.

  “My darling wife,” she said and parted her legs invitingly. Sarah took the signal and moved forwards, bending her body and lowering her mouth to CJ’s pussy, plunging her tongue deep within it. I felt a pang of jealousy, a curious mix of emotions - resentment that I couldn’t please CJ’s pussy and hurt that Sarah was bound to our mistress with a depth that I could only dream of.

  “Oh my,” gasped CJ, “slow down honey, there’s plenty of time,” she added and Sarah backed off slightly. “Leanne, your friend is waiting for you,” she said expectantly and lightly tapped Anna’s leg as my raven haired friend nuzzled her neck.

  Anna parted her legs obediently and I shuffled forwards, kneeling beside Sarah and leaning in until my face was inches from my friend’s pussy.

  I paused there, studying the unfamiliar geography of Anna’s labia. A momentary thought crossed my mind, holding me back. A curious reluctance and realization that I was approaching a point of no return. Once I ate her pussy, our relationship would never be the same. True, it might be better, strengthened by the complex desires between us. But it would never be quite so simple ever again.

  I shook my head and banished these thoughts, allowing my aching need to taste her into my mind once more. Then I bent my head and kissed her moist lips.

  Above me, Anna cried out, and I plunged my tongue forwards and lapped at her. She shifted her body, rotating her hips instinctively to allow me freer access. I coiled my arms around her muscular thighs and pulled myself forwards, locking my mouth on her lips. Like a heat seeking missile, my tongue found her clitoris, zeroing in on her swollen nub and flicking it repeatedly. She cried out, and I responded by moving my tongue quicker, swirling around her labia, sucking her wet flesh into my eager mouth, tugging at her, nibbling.

  Anna thrashed and moaned, reaching out with clutching hands, grabbing at CJ,
at Sarah, at me. She seemed lost in this new world of lesbian pleasure, awakened to sensations that had only been hinted at before. I watched her unselfconscious responses and exploited them, learning what she liked and doubling down in those areas. I flicked my tongue from side to side, squashing her throbbing clit over and over.

  She began to moan, returning her hands to her own body and roughly squeezing her breasts. Beside her, CJ was lost in her own little world, her hands tangled in Sarah’s dark curls, urging her wife upwards and onwards.

  I felt a surge inside myself, an inevitable response to this thrilling scene, and I sank my face deeper into Anna, my tongue a frantic blur now, slurping, lapping, pushing, pressing.

  The cries from above became a constant cacophony; Anna and CJ’s voices joining to become a harmonious chorus of desire. The pair joined hands, slender fingers gripping together as they sought their mutual pinnacle of lust. In turn, I reached over and found Sarah’s hand, linking ourselves together as we worked.

  Suddenly, both Anna and CJ screamed out. Their bodies fell apart, both reacting differently to the forces unleashed within themselves. Anna lurched to the left, her mouth falling open as she cried out. CJ lurched upwards, tightening her grip on Sarah’s head and grinding her hips against her wife’s face.

  I pressed down on Anna’s clit one final time, savoring the final taste that I sensed would not be the last. Anna laughed out loud, begging me to stop as the orgasm rolled through her. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she repeated, her joyful mantra an involuntary response that she could not hold back.

  And then, silence, but for the exhausted panting of CJ and Anna. The two women sank back into the sofa, limbs draped across each other’s bodies. I gazed up at the pair of them, two shattered husks, drained of life by the actions of our mouths.

  A new feeling swept through me, replacing the hungry desire and insatiable lust. I felt adoration. Adoration for my friend, our bond now strengthened beyond reckoning, brought together by this sinful coupling. Adoration for Sarah, my sister in submission, my little mistress and soulmate. And adoration for CJ, the forceful personality that bound us all together.

  In this moment, I felt complete, Part of an unorthodox family. I felt as though this feeling would never end, that there was nothing in the world that could tear us apart, lost in servitude and blissful surrender.

  How wrong I was…

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Taking Their Maid

  by Ella Ford

  Chapter 1

  As I tell my story - the honest account of my sensual submission to CJ and Sarah - I am increasingly aware of how it sounds, how it makes me look. I come across as sex-crazed, deranged with lust and desire, living a life of carnal fulfillment and decadent pursuits. I won’t deny that this was a large part of it. Life with the Goddards was intense and overwhelming, a never-ending quest to please and be pleased, to serve and obey.

  But I want you to understand that there was so much more to it than that, that there was another side to my life as a maid, a side that connected to me on a deeper level than the simple physical thrills that my encounters with CJ and Sarah Goddard brought. It was a sense of belonging, of being a part of something that was firm and unshakable. Our relationship was not conventional, but it was solid and true, built on commitment and mutual respect. We were three sides of a triangle, each part essential to maintain the integrity of the whole.

  Nothing is permanent though, and even the strongest structure is subject to forces outside of its control. Our relationship, a complex arrangement of mutual desire and lesbian servitude, would inevitably be tested, stretched to the limits of that fragile alliance. And when it was, the seismic shock would shake the very foundations of our steamy threesome.

  “Kneel down here honey,” said CJ with sickly sweet intent. The blonde was naked except for a pair of shiny black stiletto pumps. It was unusual to see her without lingerie or pantyhose, especially during playtime, and I took the opportunity to admire her naked body.

  She was an intimidating presence, whether clothed or not. Tall and slim, with toned arms and legs that betrayed the hours she spent in the house gym. Her breasts were modest and firm, with large brown nipples that were taut and hard, pointing back at me as I gazed at them. Her pussy, like Sarah’s and my own, was shaved bald, a pristine and unblemished expanse of smooth flesh that served to emphasize the thin slit that ran between her shapely thighs. As I watched, she stepped across the dimmed basement and bent to pick up some implement or other from the storage locker by the wall. As she dipped, I caught a glimpse of the bulging mound of her labia and the dark chasm of her ass. My heart skipped a beat, a pavlovian response to such a pleasurable sight. Then I fell to my knees as she commanded, resting on the velvet cushion that she’d thoughtfully placed on the hard wooden floor and stared straight ahead, captivated by the sight before me.

  “Shuffle forwards please Leanne,” said CJ, returning to stand beside me, holding the object that she’d retrieved from the other side of the room behind her back. I resisted the urge to turn and see what it was, knowing that to do so would invite punishment. I would find out what it was soon enough, if it was her will.

  CJ positioned herself behind me and firmly gripped my ponytail, urging me forwards on my knees. I allowed her to guide me, to position how she wanted, and raised my eyes to gaze hungrily at the third part of our sordid triangle: Sarah Goddard.

  Sarah was dressed as I was, in simple black stockings and a delicate lace garter belt. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, and her pretty painted toes were wiggling and writhing back and forth in the air before me as her body swayed back and forth. The winsome brunette was bound in every way possible, her arms tied behind her back, her calves fixed to her thighs. She was gagged and blindfolded, and her body was suspended from a complex harness of ropes attached to large metal hooks in the ceiling above us, facing upwards, legs spread wide and her pussy facing me. As I watched, she rotated lazily, like a hanging lamp disturbed by a light breeze. The whole effect was both tranquil and harsh, my little mistress arranged and posed, held in place to act as an aesthetic fixture, a filthy decoration.

  “Mmph,” she said, and I wasn’t sure what her muffled cries were trying to convey. A plea for release, to be sure, but release from what? From the harness? Or sexual release? I considered it for a second as I shuffled into position, before allowing the idle consideration to evaporate from my mind. Ultimately, what Sarah or I wanted didn’t matter. Only CJ and her sordid intent had any sway here.

  I sensed CJ move behind me once more. She squatted down between my parted legs, her knees either side of my body. I felt the warmth of her presence and a hot prickle on my neck as she leaned forward and sniffed me with animalistic intent. Then she slowly dragged her slender fingers up my arms and across my back, scratching me lightly with her long, painted nails.

  I gasped and shuddered, an involuntary response that caused a ripple of pleasure to surge through my body. I felt myself turn to jelly, muscles relaxing and contracting in subtle ways that caused me to lean backwards into her touch, a physical surrender of my body to her. Not for the first time, I found myself baffled by the effect that this woman had on me, the feelings that her mere presence conjured inside me. I longed to be as close to her as possible, to allow her whatever access and privilege she wanted. She was the custodian of my body, my soul, my entire being and I surrendered willingly to her.

  Her fingers moved to my head and she plunged her hand into my hair, gripping me tightly. With a sudden yank she pulled me backwards towards her, angling my face upwards. She gazed down at me with a look of idle amusement.

  “I have a present for you both,” she whispered and lifted her hand, revealing the object that she was holding. It was black and indistinct, difficult to make out in the dim light. Before I could speak or question her, she placed the object over my face and I felt something push between my lips and into my mouth. I struggled in her grip, suddenly needing to know what was being forced into me, b
ut she held me tight. Then she pushed me forwards and began to fasten something around my head.

  Finally, she released her grip and I shook my head, my racing mind struggling to process and understand what she’d done. I blinked and looked down, attempting to focus on the strange object attached to my face.

  It was black and industrial, a wide rubber gag that plugged my mouth with a stabilizing mouthpiece and a thick strap that passed over my ears and fastened behind my head. The thing covered the lower half of my face, obstructing my mouth and forcing me to breath through my nose. But the strangest thing about it was hanging off the front: a five inch dildo, a rigid black rod that was moulded into the appearance of a throbbing, hard cock. It was bulbous and thick, rippled through with veins and tipped with a wide helmet that swayed back and forth before my eyes.

  CJ moved to my left and squatted down. I turned my head to face her and the black cock rolled lazily to the side. Slowly, she licked my cheek, skirting the boundary of the rubber mask with her warm tongue, leaving a burning trail of wetness up the side of my face. I closed my eyes and allowed her to do what she wanted, resisting the urge to lift my hands and touch her.

  Suddenly, she pulled back and turned my head forwards to face Sarah. She pushed me towards the brunette until the black cock brushed against her dripping pussy lips. Sarah’s body began to turn, rotating on the rope harness like a child’s hanging toy. CJ reached up and gripped her foot, turning her pussy back to face us and holding her in place.

  “Breath deeply honey,” whispered CJ, leaning down and speaking into my ear.

  I sighed at the proximity of CJ’s mouth and the sight of Sarah’s gleaming labia, so open and exposed, an inviting chasm that demanded exploration. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose, filling my senses with the intoxicating aromas that surrounded me. The all encompassing smell of CJ, her thick perfume and the subtle tang of her sweat mixing to form a heady cocktail of desire. And the rich scent of Sarah’s pussy, alive and vital, impossibly arousing and inviting. I felt myself go dizzy as I struggled to process the signals entering my nose and throat. So familiar, so forbidden, so invigorating.