The mood felt sensuous and seductive to Beverly. Passion was rising, but so was intimacy. She sucked Leo’s cock with long, lovingly deep strokes while listening to Yvette’s pleasure growing.
When Yvette moaned and cried, “Oh Leo,” she glanced over and found that Leo had his hand down between her thighs. Bev moaned a little, knowing how those fingers felt with they moved inside her and stretched her open.
Yvette was now draped across Leo with her arms loosely around Leo’s neck to hold her up. “I’m so hot, Leo. You’re going to make me come.” She spread her thighs apart a little more and pressed her face against Leo’s chest, snuggling. “Oh yes, just like that, Leo. Please, just like that. Yes, I’m going to come. I’m going to, oh, oh yes, I’m coming, Leo!”
Yvette’s body arched, her breast lifting toward the ceiling, her head bending back toward the bed. Leo’s left arm caught her across the back as she lost her grip on him during her throes of pleasure. Her thighs quivered and shook, and her toes were bent back and splayed.
Leo lifted her body and took her breast into his mouth, suckling her firm, round breast, and Bev could see his arm fucking his hand into her faster and faster.
“Again!? You want me to come again?” Yvette cried with a voice that was helpless and vulnerable, and yet very sexy and eager.
Bev continued to suck on Leo’s cock, but she was mesmerized by the display in front of her. Her own pussy was aching with empathetic passion. Yvette’s head was back up, her abs were clutching, and her eyes were on Leo’s hand as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his forearm, her own arm flexing as she tried to slow him down, but Bev could have told her that Leo was way too strong to make him stop if he didn’t want to.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Yvette panted as her body began to tremble. She made a greater effort at pulling at his arm, but then her body began to arch again. “Oh, Leo, Leo, oh, I’m coming,” she whimpered, and then she was lost to the throes of another climax, her hips bucking and twisting, her thighs slamming and squeezing together around Leo’s arm. Then Leo changed his action, and Yvette’s body jumped as if he had shocked her with an electric wire. Her wail was filled with lust and agony.
When Yvette recovered, she lifted her body up and put her left hand to Leo’s face. She kissed him deeply. She was smiling with love and passion as she gazed into his eyes. “I’m going to suck your cock now with Bev,” she told him. “Then I want to watch you fuck her.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She curled and glided out of his arms and down to the bed on the other side of Leo, and then went to Bev.
Bev pulled up from Leo’s cock and offered it to Yvette, who instead kissed her and explored her tongue for a long moment. Then she took Leo’s cock into her mouth. Bev licked and kissed down at the base of his shaft and ran her tongue across his balls while Yvette sucked him with happy sounds in her throat. She was moaning sex music after awhile, and then she deep throated Leo’s cock.
Bev watched this with amazed eyes, and Leo let out a groan of pleasure.
Yvette took him down her throat several times and then came back up. When she saw Bev’s expression, she smiled a pixie smile. “I love sucking cock just about as much as I like licking pussy,” she told Bev. “Want me to teach you how to do that? I’m sure Leo won’t mind.”
Bev nodded her head, and Yvette told her what to do.
Under Yvette’s instruction, Bev took Leo’s cock into her mouth again and pushed it back until she reached the gag point of her throat. There she stopped, holding the head of his cock against the muscles of the opening of her throat, where it gently pressed against them. Then she began to hum, making sex music like Yvette was doing before she took Leo deep. Humming, Yvette told her, would warm up her throat and relax those muscles. After a bit of this, Yvette instructed her to make her throat muscles ‘swallow,’ as if she were taking a pill or something. Bev did this twice, and then Leo’s cock slipped easily through her gag point and down her throat.
“Don’t come up fast,” Yvette warned as Leo groaned with pleasure. “Come up slow, past your throat muscles and then all the way up.”
Bev did as she was instructed and lifted herself off Leo’s cock. “I did it,” she said with watery eyes.
“Yep. Now do it a few more times so your throat can get used to the idea,” Yvette told her.
Leo’s cock was getting seriously hot and hard as the two of them took turns deep throating him.
“He’s going to come soon,” Bev giggled.
“When he starts, put your hand around him so he doesn’t fuck down your throat. You’re not ready for that yet. Trust me, and puking ain’t sexy,” Yvette told her solemnly.
Bev nodded her head soberly at this advice, and she started throating Leo’s cock, feeling it twitching in her throat. She had sucked him off plenty of times to know his signs, and just before he came she lifted up, wrapped her hands around his base, and sucked hard while stroking him.
His climax was wild and strong. His hands gripped her head and his hips pumped his cock into her mouth with an energy that was close to violence. She continued to suck, swallow, and stroke as Leo’s abs clenched up, curling his body up and around her. His climax scream sounded like rage.
Then he relaxed, and Bev licked and kissed his cock with Yvette. Yvette playfully sucked his head strong enough to make Leo jerk a few times, then smiled her pixie smile.
“Wow,” Yvette said to Bev as they licked and kissed his softening cock. “I really want him to come in me now. That was so fucking wild. I need to feel that. Is that alright?”
“Yes,” Bev said, smiling back at her. “And it is very fucking wild.”
“I think I’m going to go get us a few beers,” Leo said in a low, easy voice.
“Alright,” they answered together, and then giggled at each other.
They lay down on the bed together. They watched him walk out of the room and listened to him go down the stairs. Then Yvette turned to Bev with pure lust in her eyes. “We’re going to get him hard again.”
“Yes?”
“Men love watching girl-girl action. Drives them wild,” Yvette said.
“You’ve done this before?” Bev asked.
“No, I’ve been hanging out with bikers at parties for the last ten years, and I know what kind of porn they like,” she said with a laugh.
Bev smiled, but the look in Yvette’s eyes told her that Yvette was seriously hot for her right now. If that look was in Leo’s eyes, she would be getting herself mentally prepared for Neanderthal sex. Before she could say anything, though, Yvette kissed her and pushed her back onto the pillow. Her hands took her breasts, milking them with amazing skill and causing Bev to moan deeply into their kiss.
Yvette pressed her body against her and rubbed her hand down her face. It felt intensely intimate. Yvette intended to make love to her. She had made the claim that this would turn Leo on, but Bev could feel that Yvette was fully turned on by her. Yvette had never felt so turned on before — but neither had she felt so alive since Crash’s death, so full of the joy of living.
Yvette lowered herself to Bev’s breasts, and while doing so, she wiggled her body between Bev’s thighs, spreading her open. She sucked Bev like no one had ever done before, and it felt truly amazing.
Bev’s hands ran through Yvette’s fine blond hair, and she watched her best friend becoming even more aroused by her. Her hips began to involuntarily pump up into Yvette’s abs. Her clit was hard and aching to be touched. She hoped Leo would come in soon so she could fuck him, because Yvette was beginning to drive her wild.
They could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. Just as he was coming down the short hallway, Yvette kissed her way down Bev’s abs and wiggled her way farther down the bed, ass going up into the air.
“Yvette?” Bev had time to voice before Yvette found, licked, and then sucked on her painfully hard clit.
If she was looking to produce a show for Leo, she succeeded, be
cause her timing was perfect. Bev’s body arched with the wild and wicked pleasure jolting through her body just as Leo came through the bedroom door with three beers in his hand. Bev twisted her hips and pushed at Yvette’s head, but Yvette was fully on her with her hands wrapped around Bev’s thighs — and god damn it, she felt so fucking good doing this to her.
Helpless and caught by her own wantonness, she looked to Leo with wide, imploring eyes. “Leo?” she whimpered, and then groaned and twisted again as Yvette consumed her.
Leo’s cock was ridged.
Bev looked to his eyes for help, but all she found there was lust. “Oh shit,” she whimpered as another wave of pleasure seethed out from Yvette’s tongue and lips.
Leo took a long drink while watching them, and then set the beers down on the nightstand and crawls up on the bed to kiss her. Bev’s clawing hand grabbed him by the neck. “Honest, Leo,” she cried. “Never like this before. Not once.”
“You look so fucking sexy right now,” he told her. “God, you are so beautiful.”
“Leo?”
“I love you, Bev, I love you so much!”
Bev’s orgasm began to roll over her. She gripped Leo’s hair with her right hand. With her left, she gripped Yvette’s hair and pulled her into her pussy while grinding her hips into the other woman’s mouth. “Is this what you want, Leo? You like to see me like this?” she cried in an agonized voice.
“Yes,” Leo told her, and her orgasm climaxed.
“Oh dear fucking mercy!” Bev screamed, looking down at Yvette, who was watching her climax with wide, attentive eyes. “Fuck Yvette! Oh shit! You’re so fucking good, baby!”
Yvette reached down quickly and rubbed her own clit while still licking and sucking at Bev’s over-excited pussy. But Leo moved down behind Yvette’s lifted ass, and with dexterous hands, he found her opening and pushed his cock inside her.
Yvette screamed a moan of torrential pleasure.
“Bev! Oh god, Bev! He’s so fucking thick!” she cried out, and her hips bucked wildly in Leo’s hands as he started to fuck her with serious energy.
Bev scooted down the bed and under Yvette until Yvette’s head was between her breasts. She rubbed her face and ran her finger through her long blond hair while Leo gave Yvette a taste of Neanderthal sex.
“I’m going to come, Bev!” Yvette cried apologetically.
“Give it to me, baby. I want to see you come,” she told the blond, who was writhing and clawing at the sheets around her.
Yvette climaxed hard, and Bev watched her with wonder, knowing that this was what she looked like when Leo fucked her this way: completely out of control and crying out rapturous words.
She looked up at Leo. “Come in her, Leo. She wants it. She wants to feel you come. Give it to her. I want you to. I love you, Leo. Fuck her, fuck her hard!”
Yvette went through two more tectonic orgasms before Leo pounded his climax into her.
They talked, and drank, and had sex together until the early hours. It was much more loving from that point on. The level of intimacy brought tears to Bev’s eyes several times, and she noticed Yvette wiping her eyes a few times as well.
“You feel a connection this time, lover?” she asked Leo.
“God, yes,” he breathed. “The love between you two is amazing.”
“Second only to the love I have for you, Leo,” she told him. “You come back to me, Leo. You come back to me so we can do this again.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Bev woke close to ten o’clock and close to orgasm. Her body was bowing and lifting her breasts to the ceiling. Her hands went down between her legs and gripped fine, soft hair. “Yvette?”
She climaxed, and Yvette took her into a beautiful, golden warm afterglow.
Yvette snaked up her body, and then a completely new sensation began. Yvette was rubbing and grinding her own clit into hers. This wasn’t scissors. Yvette was just fucking her, grinding into her, and the look in her eyes was lustful and urgent.
“Oh god, baby,” Bev pleaded with soft, agonized words. “What are you doing to me?”
Bev climaxed with Yvette, like she always did when they were together like this, and it was a loving, pure, light orgasm that flushed through her, as if Yvette’s love for her had become liquid and was rushing through her bloodstream.
“Yvette, baby,” Bev moaned, “that’s not fair.”
***
They got into the bath together. Yvette went in front because she said she was the girly one.
“Is that so,” Bev laughed.
“Well, yeah.” Yvette said like it was too obvious to explain. “You’re the one that picks fights with patch holders, and wins.”
“Are you calling me butch?” Bev asked in a near offended tone of voice.
“Hey, if the ass-kicking boots fit…” Yvette told her, and then turned and kissed her quickly before lowering herself further into the water.
“Brat.”
“Slut.”
“Lesbo.”
“Dike.”
“Hey, I’m not a lesbian,” Bev objected.
“You love a lesbian,” Yvette pointed out.
“Yes, true.”
“You have lesbian sex,” Yvette continued.
“I do now, you little pixie,” Bev told her.
“But you aren’t a lesbian.”
“Exactly.”
“I get that,” Yvette agreed with a nod.
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“No, not at all. After you explained it to me yesterday, I totally got it. You said that you could be the comfort but not the cure. And I realized just how much you loved me then. I mean, I hear all the time guys and even some of the sisters say things like I’m with you body and soul, but you are the first person I have ever seen ride a dark mile and mean that. Totally mean that. Honestly Bev, it melted me. You could have told me I could be your bitch, and it wouldn’t have touched me that deeply. I know I didn’t make it sound like it then, but I was just blown away.”
Yvette looked up at her. “I’ve never felt loved the way you love me, Bev.”
They relaxed then, soaking up the heat, Bev idly caressing Yvette’s left breast while resting her right arm across the edge of the tub.
This is really nice, she thought to herself.
She was close to dozing off when the creak of a floorboard in the hall by the open bathroom door caught their attention.
Bev jerked her head over her shoulder and saw a man, in a gray suit and a long coat standing in the open doorway. He was looking toward the master bedroom.
Bev pulled the Glock 9mm from the holster nailed to the wall behind the tub. “Can I help you?”
The man froze and looked toward them. He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “I was looking for Leo. Is he home?” he said with a heavy Mexican accent.
“He left for work already,” Bev told him, thumbing the safety off. She recalled that she had already chambered a round the last time she had found this weapon.
“That’s a shame,” he said, and reached for the gun in his side holster.
Bev beat him to it. Before it cleared leather, she put three rounds in his heart.
Automatic weapon fire exploded through the wall behind them, and Bev slid down into the protection of the iron tub. “Pull the plug, Yvette!”
Yvette leaned forward between her legs and found the plug. Bev pulled her legs up close to her chest as bullets burst through the walls and slammed into the tub.
Then she heard the sound of a clip being ejected. She jumped from the tub, rolled into the hallway, and saw a man’s head just above the last stair. She fired three rounds, and the man’s head jerked in odd ways before he disappeared.
“The bedroom, Yvette, now!”
Yvette came out of the tub like a mink and flowed into the master bedroom.
“Under the bed, Yvette, there’s another gun.”
“Got it,” she said, and Bev heard the slide of the Glock chambering a round.
“I said I don’t like to shoot. I never said I don’t know how.”
“Ah,” she said, and pulled the gun from the dead man in the hallway. It was a .22 with a silencer.
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