I tilted my pelvis up in a tacit request and Tracy obliged, inserting at least one if not two fingers into me. She licked and sucked and thrust, teasing me to an almost-peak but not sending me over. Her instinct for my level of arousal was uncanny. I felt another finger at my ass, moistened with my own juices, and she eased it into me, complementing the fullness in my pussy. I pushed down toward her hand, wanting more, distantly aware that I was moaning. Jen had now overcome her inhibitions and was fondling my other breast, tentatively touching my nipple. Her naïve and cautious attempts were all the more arousing.
Lamya turned my chin towards her and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth. She tasted sweet and warm. The combined sensation of what was happening in my mouth, my breasts, and my pussy – plus the realisation that there were four of us naked on the bed – was too much. I felt my orgasm crest and cried out into Lamya’s mouth as Tracy relentlessly maintained her action on the lower parts of me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take the stimulation on my sensitive clit, Tracy eased off and moved back up to take Lamya’s place on my lips.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Kate,” she said, kissing me. She scissored her legs with mine, pressing our pussies together. Tribbing, I had heard this called – I had no idea why – but it felt every bit as good as I had imagined watching her do it with the woman in the sauna. It was like the orgasm I’d had just now – and all the ones this weekend – were just mounting my arousal. I felt like my skin couldn’t contain me – that I would explode with the sensations. But I wanted more.
“Lamya,” I gasped. “Please – let me lick you again. Please!”
I guess I didn’t have to ask twice because she sat up and moved to position herself over my face. Good thing it was such a big bed, I thought absently. She held to the headboard for support and her clit was but a tongue’s distance away. I immediately started licking. I heard myself moaning – the erotic smell and taste of Lamya, the rubbing of Tracy’s clit against mine. There were hands on my nipples again too – I wondered if Jen had gotten back involved. This was more amazing than anything I could have imagined!
Tracy’s breathing was ragged, interspersed with moans and gasps. She sounded like she was getting close to orgasm. My pussy felt slippery and wet against Tracy’s, her clit rubbing against mine so differently from a finger or a tongue. My hands were gripping Lamya’s hips, my tongue focused on her clit, mimicking the sensations on mine. I felt something – a finger? – near my tongue and interpreted that one of the women was now thrusting it into Lamya’s pussy.
I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. She cried out and I felt her clit harden. Oh, the taste of her! I felt a gush of fluid over my face and figured she was coming. That was enough for me. My fingers dug into her flesh as another orgasm washed over me. This one was more intense than the others – toes curling, spots before my eyes, electric shocks coursing through me. It seemed to last forever, wave after wave. I distantly realised that Lamya had moved off me and that Tracy was kissing me, her breasts pressed into my chest. The relaxation of her muscles suggested to me that she had also orgasmed but I had been so overwhelmed with my own, a bomb could have gone off unnoticed.