Arms Wide Open

by Donna Jay

  Brenda slowed her movements, moving away from Yvonne’s clit.

  “God, that was intense.” Yvonne rolled off Brenda, landing beside her on the table.

  Julie hoped that wasn’t the end of it. She needed to come so bad, and what about Brenda? She didn’t have to wonder for long.

  “Your job’s not done.” Brenda bent her knees, bracing her feet on the edge of the table.

  Yvonne propped herself up on her elbows, her cheeks an adorable post-orgasm pink. “Go down on her, now!”

  The command sent an arrow of lust spiralling through Julie. “Yes, Miss Vonn.” She took a moment to bask in the lust swimming in Yvonne’s green-eyed gaze.

  Seemingly impatient, Brenda reached between her legs, grabbed Julie by the head, and shoved her face between her thighs.

  Julie took her time, exploring every contour of her flesh. Her outer labia was more prominent than Yvonne’s and every bit as alluring to explore. Slowly, Julie swirled her tongue around her clit, over the hood and then dipped lower.

  Hair tickled the end of her nose. Her eyes popped open and she was face to face with Yvonne.

  “Let me taste.”

  Holy fucking hotness. Yvonne was kneeling on the table, her mouth hovering above Brenda’s wet centre.

  Julie’s heart expanded in her chest and wetness exploded between her legs. She was throbbing so bad, she felt like a ticking time bomb. One flick of the wick and she’d go off, of that she was certain.

  Brenda dipped her right leg, giving Yvonne better access. Together, they sucked and fucked Brenda until she was panting and bucking.

  “Close, so close.” Brenda’s voice was soft, a stark contrast to when she was issuing commands.

  Like a woman well versed in threesomes, Yvonne spun back around on the table and took one of Brenda’s nipples into her mouth, palming her breasts.

  With her eyes on the delectable scene before her, something no amount of porn could compete with, Julie fucked Brenda for all she was worth. She pumped in and out with two fingers, varying the rhythm, watching for cues.

  “Faster,” Brenda panted, her hand threading through Yvonne’s hair.

  Julie upped the tempo. She pumped two fingers in and out until Brenda’s thighs started to tremble. Her feet slipped from the edge of the table and she cried out.

  “Fuck,” Brenda murmured, trying to catch her breath.

  “She did,” Yvonne said, a wicked grin curving her lips. “She fucked you good.”

  Good God, where did this woman come from?

  Smiling, Brenda slowly sat up, backside on the edge of the table, feet on the floor. “She did, and now we get to fuck her.”

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  The thought of four hands pleasuring her sent sparks of desire through Julie’s heated body.

  As Yvonne slid off the table, Brenda put a foot on Julie’s chest and ushered her backwards. “On your feet.”

  Julie’s left knee let out a pop as she straightened. High on lust, she barely felt the sharp crack.

  “Kiss your wife, ” Brenda stepped back.

  Julie’s breath hitched when her gaze locked with Yvonne’s. The love and passion shining in her eyes was so intense Julie felt it like a physical caress.

  “I love you.” She cupped her face and kissed Yvonne with a hunger that robbed her of breath.

  When they broke apart, Yvonne ran her tongue across her top lip. “I can taste us on you.” She turned to Brenda. “Would you like to taste her?”

  Oh, God, yes. Please, say yes.

  “I’d love to.”

  The lip of the table bit into Julie’s backside as she reclined. The tablecloth was warm and carried the faint odour of sweat and sex.

  The sharp tug on her left nipple made her flinch. “Did anyone give you permission to lie down?” Brenda asked from the foot of the table.

  Like a mirror image, Yvonne appeared at the head of the table. She tugged on Julie’s right nipple, not as hard, but hard enough to make her grit her teeth.

  Her nipples weren’t as prominent as Yvonne’s, but they were sensitive as hell.

  Brenda gave Yvonne a slight nod and tugged. Yvonne did the same, pulling on Julie’s other nipple until she had no other option but to sit up or risk having them pulled off.

  “Lucky for you, I didn’t pack my nipple clamps.”

  Unsure whether Brenda was kidding or not, Julie kept quiet.

  “I bet Julie loves having her breasts played with. What do you think, Yvonne?”

  Doubtful it would go down well if Julie told Brenda not to talk about her in the third person, she stood there, feeling invisible, pulsing with need, and desperate for release.

  “Oh, yes. She loves having her nipples teased.” Yvonne turned to Julie. “Would you like me to play with your breasts?” She plucked the wooden spoon off the table.

  “Yes, please, Miss Vonn.” Her nipples tingled, and, at that moment, she realised she hadn’t tried to cover up since Brenda revealed her C-section scar.

  Feeling empowered, she straightened her spine, thrusting her chest out.

  “Good girl.” Brenda gave her an approving nod and stepped aside.

  Unlike the first time Yvonne had tested out the wooden spoon, her expression turned serious. “What’s your safeword?”

  “Pelican.”

  “Are you reciting it or using it?” Yvonne asked.

  Julie’s lip kicked up. “Reciting it, Miss Vonn.”

  A tap landed, sending an electrical current coursing through her body, her clit pulsed, her nipple throbbed.

  “Thank you, Miss Vonn,” she said it with all the sincerity she could muster.

  Yvonne rewarded her by tapping each nipple twice more. Shortly after, the spoon clattered to the floor, and Yvonne’s mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately.

  Her breath caught at the heated contact, and she revelled in the exquisite sensations of Yvonne’s breasts flush with her chest. A groan escaped Julie. Her blood ignited. Her core clenched. She was close. Oh, so close.

  When Yvonne pulled away, she couldn’t stop the groan of frustration that escaped her.

  “You got something to say?” Brenda gripped her chin, amber eyes flashing like firelight.

  Yes, I’m fucking dying here.

  Rather than say as much, she shook her head. “No.”

  “Aw, I think someone’s frustrated.” Yvonne nudged Brenda’s arm, and Julie wanted to kiss the smug smile off her face. And ride her face, and…

  Yvonne clutched her chest like a prima donna. “I don’t know where my manners have gone. Guests first.” She swept her arms toward Julie, inviting Brenda to taste.

  The thought of having someone else’s mouth on her was stupefying. Hearing her wife offer her up was something she couldn’t put into words. Surreal. Out of this world. Intoxicating.

  “Make yourself comfortable.” Brenda ushered Yvonne into the living room, pointing to an armchair.

  Apprehension warred within Julie. She held her breath. How would Yvonne react? They’d come a long way, but sitting back and watching her wife with another woman without joining in was a hell of a thing to ask.

  Seeming to sense Yvonne’s hesitation, Brenda put a hand on her forearm. “Trust me.” It was a statement, not a question.

  After a painfully long second, Yvonne nodded. “I do.”

  She flopped into the lounge chair, heavy breasts coming to rest just above the swell of her belly. Damn, she was sexy.

  With her eyes locked on Julie, Brenda walked her backwards until her legs connected with Yvonne’s shins. “Sit.”

  The heat of Yvonne’s thighs seared into Julie. Her scent wrapped around her just before her arms did. The warmth of her breath tickled Julie’s collarbone. “I love you.” The words were a whisper against her neck. “I’m going to hold you while Brenda makes you beg for mercy.”

  “You’re going to play with those beautiful tits of hers,” Brenda said to Yvonne as she sunk to the floor, knees cushioned by the carpet.

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nbsp; At the same time as Yvonne squeezed her nipples, Brenda drew Julie’s clit between her lips. Julie’s skin tingled, alive and yearning.

  “You like that?” Yvonne whispered in her ear, squeezing and releasing her nipples.

  “Love…it,” Julie said between gasps.

  “My hands on your nipples or her head between your legs?”

  “All of it.” She put a hand on Brenda’s head. Her honey-blond locks were soft as silk, her attention relentless. She teased Julie’s clit, fingering her simultaneously.

  Brenda looked up, mouth glistening with her arousal, fingers pumping in and out. “So wet.”

  She removed her fingers and tapped Julie’s clit, smacking her pussy. The snap of her fingers was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

  Brenda looked beyond Julie to Yvonne, “Squeeze, hard.”

  Yvonne’s fingers clamped down on Julie’s nipples at the same time as Brenda tapped out a staccato on her clit, just above the hood.

  The dual sensations arced through her body, her toes curled, her ears tingled, her nipples screamed from the exquisite torture.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Her hips bucked, backside lifting off Yvonne’s thighs, toes curling into the carpet as an intense orgasm launched her into orbit.

  Breathing hard, head spinning from the rush, she clutched her chest, trying to catch her breath.

  “Oh, you horny girl.” Brenda grinned up at her. “I bet you can do that again.”

  Say what?

  “No, I…” She put a hand on Brenda’s head, pushing her away. She was way too sensitive. “Give me a minute.”

  “Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide.”

  “Use your word if you need to,” Yvonne whispered, sounding a little uncertain.

  When Julie said nothing, Brenda nodded. “She’s okay. Hold her arms and scoot forward.”

  Somehow, Yvonne managed to shuffle forward in the chair with Julie’s weight on her. Doing Brenda’s bidding, she wrapped her arms around Julie, effectively restraining her with nothing more than her body.

  When Julie realised what Brenda had planned, she was immediately back on edge. With a devilish grin, she ran a finger down Julie’s slit, then lower.

  Gaze locked on Julie, she nudged Yvonne’s legs apart. Julie moved her thighs wider, allowing room for Yvonne to open up to Brenda.

  She dropped to all fours, long hair tickling Julie’s inner thighs as she bypassed her centre and dipped lower. A gasp escaped Yvonne when Brenda’s tongue made contact.

  Powerless and ready to come again, even though seconds ago she professed she couldn’t, Julie lost herself in the sensual harmony of murmurs echoing around the living room.

  “Oh, so good,” Yvonne’s words were breathy. Her thighs taut beneath Julie’s.

  Smiling, Brenda met Julie’s gaze. She raised her hand, offering a finger to Julie. She took it between her lips and sucked greedily, savouring the taste of her wife.

  Without a word, Brenda ran the wet digit along Julie’s folds, and then entered Yvonne. She gasped, muscles tensing.

  “I’m going to make your wife come, and you’re going to watch. If you close your eyes, I will stop. Understood?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” She leaned forward as far as she could with Yvonne’s death grip around her waist.

  “Release her arms,” Brenda instructed and Yvonne’s hands snapped apart, coming to rest between their bodies and the armchair.

  “And you’re going to get yourself off while I do it.” Brenda looked at her with a challenge in her eyes.

  No way.

  “I…I’ve never done that.” Shit, Julie was yet to masturbate in front of Yvonne, and she was her wife, her lover, her everything. There was a reason masturbation was known as a solo sport. It was something done in private.

  Unless you get caught. She shook the thought away.

  “Well, tonight’s a night of firsts,” Brenda said. “So do it, or leave. Either way, this sexy lady is about to come.” The entire time she spoke, she finger-fucked Yvonne.

  Yvonne’s breathing grew shallower, her breaths raspy and warm on Julie’s back.

  “Do it,” Yvonne said, nudging Julie’s hand.

  Prompted by the snap of Yvonne’s voice, Julie spread her forefinger and middle finger and ran them in a V down either side of her clit, back and forth, squeezing and releasing.

  It felt good. Too good. Her eyes drifted closed. A smack on her thigh made them fly open. Brenda shook her head in disapproval, the silent rebuke a reminder she was supposed to be watching.

  With her eyes on Brenda between her legs, licking and fucking her wife, Julie massaged her clit in small, slow circles with one hand, pulling on her nipples with the other.

  Seconds ticked by. Yvonne’s hand snaked around. Her fingers slid under Julie’s and she massaged her clit as if it was her own.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes.” Her movements became frantic, her breathing ragged.

  Hands now free, Julie squeezed both nipples, letting Yvonne take her to orgasm right alongside her.

  Her eyes drifted closed. When she heard a low growl, she popped them open again.

  Fuck. Who knew it was so hard to keep your eyes open while riding the slippery-slope of ecstasy?

  With a concentrated effort, Julie kept her eyes wide open.

  The image of Brenda licking, sucking, and fucking her wife seared into her brain. She could see it with or without her eyes open. It was an image she would never forget.

  When Brenda entered Yvonne, her hips bucked making Julie feel like she weighed nothing. Her body tensed beneath her.

  Yvonne’s fingers squeezed together, capturing Julie’s clit and that was all it took. For the first time in longer than Julie could remember, they peaked at the same time, panting and gasping as wave after wave of glorious release claimed them.

  She’d never felt more connected. Yvonne’s arms wrapped around her waist. She peppered kisses across Julie’s back, her shoulders, the slope of her neck.

  Boneless, Julie leaned back.

  “Geez, woman. Don’t squash me.” Yvonne’s laughter brought her crashing back to earth.

  Brenda grinned up at them, looking totally at home in all her naked glory. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she sucked her fingers clean. “Yummy.”

  Standing, Julie held out a hand to Yvonne.

  “I can’t, my legs are dead.” She looked at the throw blanket on top of the couch. “Hand me that, please.” She pointed.

  It wasn’t cold, but Julie understood. She, too, felt laid bare right then. Of course she was naked, but it was a naked vulnerability she hadn’t felt during the throes of passion.

  “See, bossy.” Brenda jumped to her feet.

  Smiling, Yvonne took the blanket from Julie and pulled it up to her chin.

  “I need to use the bathroom.” The minute Julie said it, she worried if Yvonne would be mad at her for leaving her alone so soon.

  “Go,” Yvonne said as if sensing her apprehension.

  After quickly freshening up, Julie ducked into the bedroom and threw on some clothes. She didn’t fancy going back into the kitchen to gather the pile of clothes she’d been kneeling on.

  By the time she re-emerged, Yvonne was alone in the living room. The smell of their passionate encounter permeated the air. “Where’s Brenda?”

  “Gone to freshen up.”

  The coy smile Yvonne gave her was a sight to behold. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks rosy pink, eyelids heavy. Her just fucked look was sexy as sin.

  “You look…happy.”

  “I feel high.”

  “You look it.” Julie chewed her lip, wondering what they were supposed to do now. “Do you think we should ask her if she wants to stay? I mean it’s getting late, and she’s been drinking.”

  “I had one drink.” Brenda reappeared wearing jeans and a hoody. Her hair pulled into a ponytail. Amber eyes sparkling. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Are you sure?” Yvonne said, “We don’t mind. The beds made up in the spare r
oom.”

  “I appreciate the offer, but I have to get home. There are eggs to collect in the morning, chooks to be fed, chicken poop to be scooped.”

  “Charming.” Julie huffed out a breath.

  “It’s a pretty shitty job, but someone’s got to do it.” Brenda smirked.

  Laughing, Yvonne shook her head. “The only way I want to think about eggs is fried, like my brain.”

  Brenda stuffed her little black dress in her pack, zipped it up, and stood. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “It is.” Yvonne smiled. “Thank you.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” Julie said, suddenly feeling awkward, but what else could she say? Let’s do it again sometime. No, that wouldn’t do. There was no way she was committing to anything without consulting Yvonne first.

  “I hope you two enjoyed yourselves.”

  “Are you kidding?” Yvonne pulled the blanket around herself and stood. “It was wonderful.” She ushered Julie closer. “Group hug.”

  Six arms came together. They all inhaled deeply, breathing each other in.

  When they broke apart, Brenda hoisted her backpack over her shoulder. “Sleep well, ladies.”

  “I’m sure we will,” Julie replied, bone tired.

  It’d been fun, but it wasn’t something she could do every night, or every weekend for that matter. She was exhausted.

  Once they locked up, turned out the lights, and blew out the candles, everyone headed for bed. Ginger curled up between them. Much to his disgust, Julie pushed him out of the way.

  She needed to feel her wife’s body against hers. She pulled Yvonne close, tummy’s bumping, legs entwined. “Did you have fun?”

  Biting her lip, Yvonne nodded. “Did you?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Julie stroked her cheek. “Would you do it again?”

  “Right now, I’m too tired to even think about it.” Yvonne yawned.

  “Me, too.” Julie flicked off the bedside lamp. “Sleep, we can talk tomorrow.”

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  Sunday morning, Yvonne woke with a start. “Shit.” She shook Julie. “Wake up.”

  “What?” Julie bolted upright. “Where’s the fire?” She flicked back the covers.