“One more thing,” she said. “Matt, get behind Kate.” She bit her lip again for a moment before continuing. Her cheeks were very pink now. “I want you to – to fuck her – but I don’t want you to come,” she said all in a rush. She looked at me and asked quietly, “Is that okay with you?”
Hell yes, I thought, but said only, “As long as I get to lick you at the same time,” and grinned at her. She smiled back and said, “Yes please. I’d like you to make me come that way, Kate – please!”
She released my head and I lowered it to her pussy once more, just as I felt Matt press into me. I moaned with the first stroke and Liane echoed the sound.
Fuck. His cock felt so unbelievably hard. He moved so slowly, pressing to the very depths of me and pausing there as I pushed back against him, his hands gripping my hips. I ground my ass into his pelvis, relishing the full feeling in my pussy. It wouldn’t take me long to come, I thought.
I divided my attention between licking rhythmically at the hard nub of Liane’s clit and sliding my fingers in and out, matching Matt’s slow thrusts. I added a third finger and finally a forth, knitting them together and pressing into her up to my knuckles. Her juices were soaking into the sheets under her bum. She was writhing on the bed and I wondered vaguely what this must look like from Matt’s perspective and if he would be able to control himself when she – when we both – came.
With his cock deep inside of me, I felt something wet pressing against and then into my ass. Oh, God! I pushed back against his thumb, easing it deeper into my ass just as Liane pushed down onto my fingers.
I was going to come. Liane had grabbed both of her thighs, stretching them wide and I struggled to maintain my attentions on her with all the wonderful heaviness building inside me. She cried out and it was enough to send me over the edge. She came in a gush over my hand and I shuddered with my own orgasm, waves of sensation curling my toes.
Matt stopped his movements altogether, breathing very deeply. He was holding me firmly and I tried not to move, sensing that he was concentrating on not losing control himself. Liane’s orgasm subsided and I eased my hand away, looking up at her. She smiled at me, and said, “Wow.” Yup, I thought, that sums it up pretty well.
“Matt,” she said, “lie down on the bed again.”
He eased very slowly out of me with a quiet exhalation and moved to comply, lying next to her. His penis was rock hard and shiny with my juices. I cocked an eyebrow at Liane and she nodded.
“Your turn,” she said.
He grinned and replied, “I think those are now my two favourite words.”
Liane and I had decided that I would finish him off and she would watch my technique. She thought it would help her confidence to see it “in the flesh” as it were. I told her that I was completely confortable with that.
I knelt between his legs, spreading them slightly with my elbows and bent to his cock. I gripped the base with one hand and slid my mouth onto the tip. I could taste both myself and Liane on him and felt the heaviness start to grow again in my pussy. Liane moved down to sit next to me, watching my actions and idly stroking a hand along my back to my bum.