Rosie somehow managed to shake her head, words impossible. She watched as Grant reached for the shaving gel and passed it to his wife. Her eyes were glued to the can as Valerie depressed the nozzle, streams of the soft pink gel filling her palm.
"Look, Rosie, see how pretty it is? It's pink like your sweet pussy is going to be when Daddy removes those sweet curls." Valerie spoke softly but didn't move her hand until Rosie nodded, another moan escaping, her eyes still focused on the mound of gel. Her body quivered as Valerie's hand moved to her sex.
Rosa held her breath, the sensation alien and yet so incredibly welcome. She unconsciously opened her legs wider as Valerie applied the shaving gel to her pubic mound, her fingers sliding down to trace the lips of her sex, spreading them open to allow a fingertip to run across her clit. "Ohhh… oh, God," she said, her body clutching.
Valerie smiled, removing her hand at Grant's nod.
Grant had no intention of allowing Rosie to come—not for quite some time. By the time he did permit her release, he wanted it to be the most satisfying, most intense climax of her life. He could barely keep his own delight hidden as he very carefully began to shave Rosie. After every swipe of the razor, he traced a fingertip down the freshly exposed skin. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen; her body quivering, her hand clenching Valerie's, her head thrown back, soft moans escaping from slightly parted lips. It took every ounce of his control not to pull her back into the tub and plunge his cock into her sweet body.
With the last swipe of the razor, he cupped her mound. "Look, Mommy, see how beautiful Rosie's bare little cunny is?"
Rosa felt a softer, smaller hand take the place of Grant's. "Yes, Daddy, it is the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen. Shall we explore it further?"
The couple smiled as Valerie's fingers moved between the outer lips of Rosie's labia, displaying the softer pink petals of her inner lips, and the bud of her clitoris that was red and pulsing beneath its hood.
"What do you think, Rosie? Should Mommy and Daddy take you to bed? Should we take a great deal of time exploring not only this wonderful pussy and clitty, but every single inch of our Little girl? Tell me, are you ready for some Big girl time?" Valerie asked softly.
"Ye-yes… please…oh, God, yes, Mommy." The use of softer words when they spoke of her sex didn't go unnoticed by Rosie. Remembering that her Mommy was also a Domme, she thought she understood the difference. Dommes or Mommies had cunts and breasts, while their adult Little girl had a pussy or a cunny; a clitty and... titties. Her face continued to flush but her cunny continued to drip as she learned more of the subtle yet potent nuances of the dynamic.
Though it took a few minutes for Grant to dry her off, and both women to comb out and dry their hair—with Grant having to help Rosie as her hands were shaking—it didn't matter. Nothing but anticipation and wonder occupied her mind. The vision of before—the one of her naked body between the two of them—was clear in her mind's eye. When the brush was set aside, both Grant and Valerie took her hands, the three walking naked, side by side, back into the bedroom to begin Rosie's initiation into a completely new level of submission.
Chapter Seven
Rosa didn't make a sound as Valerie pulled back the duvet cover and top sheet of the large bed. She remained silent as she watched the beautiful woman climb in and move to the opposite side, drawing her legs to one side as she sat. Valerie's tan skin and her dark hair made a beautiful contrast against the pristine white of the bedding. Raising a slender hand, she held it out, palm up. "Come, Rosie." The sound the younger woman made, a combination of a whimper and a moan, made Valerie's nipples go taut.
Grant knew he could simply lift Rosie onto the bed but he wanted to have her take this first step. He dropped her hand but whispered, "Go, Rosie. I promise, you'll never regret taking this chance." She took one step and then another… until the next would place her at the edge of the bed. Turning to look back over her shoulder, her wide blue eyes seemed to ask for that one final push. He gave her a smile and a nod. "I promise."
Taking a deep breath, Rosa closed her eyes for just an instant, playing her resolution back in her mind. To allow herself the freedom to experience, and most importantly, not to chicken out of what she wanted most. It was a woman quivering with the desire to explore who opened her eyes to meet Valerie's. Seeing the same promise reflected in the green depths gave her the courage to climb onto the bed, moving forward to place her slightly quivering hand in another woman's.
Valerie smiled, her fingers closing around Rosie's, gently drawing her forward until the younger woman was kneeling in front of her, her blue eyes locked onto hers, her lips opened slightly. Valerie lifted her free hand to stroke Rosie's cheek. A single finger moved to trace the seam of her lips, before she cupped the girl's chin. Valerie bent forward, moving slowly until Rosie moved towards her, telling her that she was ready. Their lips met, softness against softness. Nothing was rushed, despite the anticipation that had been building for the past several hours. The kiss continued; the black head slanted to the left, the blonde to the right as the first step of discovery was taken.
Grant stood at the side of the bed, his eyes locked on his girls, his cock engorged but ignored for the time being. He had watched his wife with various partners before; other men as well as other women. However, he had never witnessed anything as erotic and as sensuous as the way she was with Rosie. He watched as her hand slid around the back of Rosie's neck, pulling her tighter as the kiss deepened. He wondered if Rosie was even aware of the sounds she was making; the ones that had goosebumps rising on his arms. It was as if she was singing a haunting melody—one of need mixed with desire—one full of the wonder of innocence as she experienced the paradise of discovery. As the sound grew louder, he finally joined them on the bed, moving to sit behind Rosie, his hand moving to stroke her skin as gently as a feather, loving it when the goosebumps transferred from his skin to hers. Knowing the steps of the dance, he lifted Rosie's hand, caressing her fingers with his before guiding it slowly to Valerie's breast.
No words were spoken, the kiss unbroken as he kept his hand on Rosie's until she cupped a woman's breast for the first time, her moan coming deep from her throat, from her soul; her body arching slightly as Valerie's hand found the ripe, round mound of her breast.
Grant remained still, ready to guide, to assist, but not to take—not yet. As Valerie gently kneaded the soft, pliable flesh, she was silently teaching Rosie the steps to the dance. When Valerie's thumb stroked across the taut strawberry pink nipple, her own moan escaped as Rosie did the same, stroking the darker but equally turgid nipple with her thumb.
Valerie's tongue traced the seam of Rosie's mouth, gently urging the girl to let her in. Rosie obeyed, parting her lips, accepting the gently seeking tongue that within moments was stroking and licking, tasting for the first time. Louder gasps sounded as hands moved to stroke, to touch, to discover. When Valerie's fingers left Rosie's nipple, she whined, cupping Valerie's breast harder as if showing that she wanted the hand to return. Instead, Valerie allowed her fingers to splay across Rosie's abdomen and let them rest there as she at last pulled her mouth away.
Grant helped guide Rosie to her back, her body pliant and soft, allowing him to lay her down on the bed between the two.
Valerie gave her no time to think, no time to pull away. She bent down, her lips finding Rosie's again, delighted when the second kiss was returned. Aware that Grant was moving to lie on his side, prepared to stroke their girl, she slowly moved as well, until her long frame was pressed ever so gently against Rosie's body. Her hand moved to once more stroke Rosie's breast, her fingernails raking across the pebbled surface of the dark pink areola, feeling Rosie arch into her hand and swallowing the soft moan the move evoked. When she captured the tip of her nipple, Rosie's entire body surged up.
"Shhh," Grant said, his hand moving to stroke along her side.
Rosie settled until the fingers closed tighter around her nipple, the sensation
not painful but making her want to move, to turn, to beg for her other breast to be touched.
Grant didn't let her squirm for long. His large hand moved to easily cover her entire breast, his rougher fingertips stroking her other nipple.
Valerie, conscious of every change, every step, lifted her lips from Rosie's, giving her a soft smile before she moved to kiss her shoulder, her lips moving in tiny increments until her goal was known.
"Ohh, yes… please…"
"Shhh," Grant said again, just before his mouth lowered, his and Valerie's lips closing around each nipple at the exact same moment.
Rosie felt as if electricity was coursing along the highway of every nerve in her entire body. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but now, with mouths suckling gently and two tongues laving across her nipples, the current was moving straight down to her core, her sex flooding. She felt as if she would explode at any moment. Moaning, she lifted her hands, moving them towards the two dark heads but then dropping them to clutch the sheets as two hands, one on each of her thighs, their movements perfectly synchronized, gently pulled her legs apart. As ten fingers began to caress her skin, inching closer and closer to her sex, mouths still suckling, teeth beginning to nip, Rosie could no longer be still.
"Oh, God, please… yes… please…"
Grant did not shush her again. He could feel the waves of heat from her pussy on his fingers, could smell her arousal. She would soon self-combust if she wasn't allowed to do more than accept pleasure. It was time to take the next step.
He gave her right breast a final kiss and then lifted his head. Her eyes were glazed with desperate need when she finally managed to focus on his. Reaching across her body, Grant caressed Valerie's cheek, hearing her moan of reluctance to release Rosie's nipple, but she followed his lead. When she lifted her head, he smiled and nodded, telling her it was time to include Rosie on a more active level.
Valerie smiled, her hand running down Rosie's thigh and back up, watching as the girl spread her legs further apart. Nodding at Grant, she moved, but kept her hand in contact with Rosie's body.
"Rosie, I'm going to move you now," Grant said, his hand at her waist. Her nod was instant. "Remember, you may use your safewords if you need to stop—or even to take a break. Do you remember what they are?" When she nodded, he shook his head. "No, Rosie, I need to hear your answer."
Rosie nodded again, the three having discussed the Castle's policy on the word 'onion' to stop any activity. They had agreed to use the traffic signal for anything less than a dire emergency. "Red to stop, yellow to pause," she answered softly.
"That's right, sweetie. Okay, can you sit up for me?"
Rosie could and did, though her body felt heavy.
Grant took her into his arms and they both watched as Valerie lay on her back, her black hair spreading out like ink against the white sheet.
Rosie saw her smile and shyly smiled back, nodding slightly to let her know that everything was all right. She quivered as Grant took her hand and guided it down her body until he had her palm pressed against her freshly denuded sex. It was both embarrassing and arousing as he guided her fingers down to explore further. Though she was no stranger to the feel of her own body, this simple touch was something totally foreign—being made to explore such a private, intimate place by someone else was highly erotic.
"This is your sweet little quim, Rosie. This is your pussy, your cunny and, my sweet girl, this is where Mommy is going to kiss you." Grant heard her slight whimper as he held her fingers to the incredibly slick slit that was oozing with her arousal. "Yes, baby, this sweet cunny is going to feel so good when Mommy licks and suckles it, isn't it?"
Valerie and he both saw her nod, her face flushed but her eyes pleading to experience.
Removing his hand and hers from between her legs, Grant gently kissed her palm and suckled her fingers clean of her essence before helping her to move into the sixty-nine position. He adored Rosie's flush, but knew from the way she was allowing him to help her that she understood and was prepared for what was going to happen.
"Beautiful," he said softly, as he positioned her legs on either side of Valerie's face. "Just follow Valerie's lead, sweetheart, you both know what women enjoy. Allow yourself to learn, Rosie and remember our promise." This was the moment when it could go either way. Rosie could decide that it was simply too much and pull away, or she could take a chance on that promise. He watched as she bent forward, allowing her body to lie on top of Valerie's, her hands moving to Valerie's thighs as her hands went to Rosie's hips, pulling her down until her sex was positioned above her mouth. Rosie froze for a moment before she felt Valerie's warm breath blowing across her mound. With a moan, she lowered her head, her mouth pressing her first gentle kiss onto Valerie's sex.
Grant sat back, his erection throbbing as if reminding him to remember he needed to play as well. He would, but for now he continued to watch. When Valerie lifted her hips to better offer herself to Rosie, Rosie pressed her hips down to offer the same. When Valerie's fingers reached to spread Rosie's labia open, her labia was spread as well. When the tip of Valerie's tongue took the first swipe through Rosie's glistening sex, Rosie's tongue had her first taste of another female. As the women both began to moan, their heads moving as they pleasured one another, Grant finally moved again. Kneeling behind Rosie, he reached out and took hold of her hips which, instead of moving gently across Valerie's tongue, stilled instantly.
"Relax, Rosie, I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you, sweetheart." He wasn't asking. He was a Dominant and she a submissive. He was simply informing her that Valerie was not to be the only one to pleasure her. When Rosie lifted her bottom as if offering herself to him, he smiled and moved a hand to the small of her back, pressing her back down. "No, baby, you don't need to move. Valerie wants to pleasure you just as you are beautifully pleasuring her. Just relax and trust us."
When her hips moved down again, Grant felt Valerie's hand encircle his cock, her fingers stroking him softly. He moved forward, allowing her to guide him to Rosie's entrance, which was open and soaked with her arousal.
Experience had taught the couple how to work in tandem. As Grant slowly began to sink into Rosie's pussy, Valerie kept her tongue and lips in contact with the woman's clitoris. The further in he sank, the deeper Rosie's moans became. Valerie felt Rosie's head lift from between her thighs but understood that this was new to the younger woman. Besides, this time was for their submissive, their desire to fulfill their promise far more important than receiving her own pleasure.
"You are so tight, Rosie, so incredibly wet," Grant said, pushing his impressive length into her, his girth stretching her pussy but Valerie's tongue easing any pain as she continued to lap and suckle. "God, you feel wonderful."
Rosa felt far more than wonderful—she felt magnificent. As Grant filled her, stretched her, she felt claimed. Never before had she been so full, never had she felt a cock so deep within her. As he pushed the last few inches, until she swore he could go no deeper, she gave a soft whimper, her hips pulling away until she felt Valerie's tongue soothing the stretch, licking each side of her entrance before returning to flick across the nub that was pushed into even more prominence simply by the fullness of her pussy.
Grant closed his eyes, the sensation of her sheath around him so tight, so hot and slick, he was afraid he'd waited too long to sink into her. He didn't move except to bend over her back, placing his mouth close to her ear. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Watching you pleasure Val, and feeling her pleasuring your cunny while I fill it is the most incredible feeling in the world. Are you ready, Rosie? Are you ready to bring Val to orgasm? Are you ready to be fucked hard until your cream explodes into her mouth? Are you ready to discover the truth of our promise?"
"Yes, oh… oh, yes."
"Then let's play together."
Rosa felt him withdraw and, as he thrust hard back into her, she buried her face back between Valerie's legs, her hands pushing her thighs open fur
ther as her tongue swept through the beautifully splayed lips to seek the woman's slit, licking and sucking as Grant fucked her, Valerie's tongue circling her clit before sucking it deeply into her mouth. Rosie gasped, her climax so close—but she wanted to please, needed to do so; to give as well as receive. She followed Valerie's example and took the throbbing bud between her own lips, flicking her tongue rapidly across it. As Grant pushed in and out, the movement rocking her forward with every thrust, her world became this bed, the only people in their universe the three of them.
"Come, Rosie, come with me… come with Valerie." Grant's demand had her spiraling up higher and higher, her tongue never stopping its lashing of the clit she held gently in her teeth. Suddenly, as if knowing what was needed, she bit down more forcefully and felt Valerie surge up into her mouth, then heard a deep rolling groan flutter across her sex from Valerie's expulsion of that moan.
The promise was fulfilled as the three of them flew off the cliff together, their bodies surging as wave after wave of bliss poured through them. Rosie savored the gush of cream from Valerie's cunt as she continued to nip and bite at her clit, instinctively knowing the woman had more to give even as she flooded Valerie's mouth with her own release, and Grant's cock spurted again and again inside her contracting pussy, filling her with his seed.
Both women came again, screams of ecstasy muffled in the other's sex until they fell limp, cheeks pressed against slick inner thighs as oxygen was drawn into lungs that desperately needed it.
Grant shuddered and bent over Rosie, pressing his lips to her cheek, the sight of her sated smile making him smile as well.
He forced himself to move, sitting back and then lifting Rosie off Valerie, settling down on the bed on his back, a beautiful woman on each side of him, his arms around them both, their cheeks lying on his chest, one leg of each woman flung across one of his own.
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