I kissed Stephanie’s bottom, blazing hot after a hand spanking and twelve strokes with my belt. Maires had been kneeling in front of Stephanie, to watch her face and give her reassurance while I was belting her.
Stephanie took her hands off the floor, to hold Maires’s shoulders while the kiss held.
I let Stephanie down then, back across my knees, and stroked her cunt. She was a wet girl. The muscles of her buttocks tightened, and she sighed into Maires’s mouth. I smacked her bottom lightly, affectionately and then held her in the bowling ball grip, my thumb into her ass and two fingers in her cunt. Her eyes widened as she felt my thumb enter and she gurgled, still into Maire’s mouth.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her, then added a third finger for bulk, and started to finger-fuck her, slowly and forcefully. She raised her head and stared into Maires’s eyes, then dropped her hands from Maires’s shoulder, back down to the carpet to support herself, her fingers straight and spread.
Her toes curled tight and she undulated on my lap in silence, not even remembering to breathe until she suddenly had to exhale and take in a new gulp of air.
Maires slid her hands under Stephanie to cup her breasts, then pinch her nipples until Stephanie gasped. Stephanie closed her eyes then and her thighs spread a little, her hips moving faster on my lap. I sped up to match.
Stephanie gasped again when Maires, who had a cruel streak, twisted her nipples, still pressing them tight. Her mouth opened, she cooed one long, “Ooooo.” We lasted another few seconds, my hand tired but still moving fast, and Stephanie suddenly froze, her whole body tense on my knee.
She made a little squeak, then raised her face and her feet and screamed, as if she was terrified. She came, her thighs closed again.
She lowered her head and her feet returned to the floor. I said, “Good girl,” because I approve of pleasure. Then, “I think you’ve got more.” I ignored the cramping in my fingers and pumped her, hard and fast as I could manage. The next scream, about thirty seconds later, was louder. The third took a minute, and was quieter, on a wailing, falling note.
I pulled her up then so she sat straddling me, and lowered her onto my cock. I had to hold myself back, because I hadn’t put on a condom and though I knew we were both STD-free I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant. But we moved together blissfully, skin to skin, both agreeing that the other was a darling and a wonder.
But after about two minutes I could feel my orgasm close and unavoidable. I bounced Stephanie off my cock, and she cried out, dismayed. Maires took my cock in my mouth, while I lent back taking Stephanie down on top of me to give Maires room. I lasted about ten seconds before coming. Maires’ took me all the way into her mouth, licking, suckling and swallowing.
Stephanie straddled me, at my lower belly to give Maires room to work. She smiled down at me and put her hands down on the sheets on either side of my head. “You’re not done yet, my Sir. You have to fuck both of us properly, and you know it.”
“We’re not getting out of bed today, are we?”
Maires raised her head, kissing the tip of my cock. “I doubt it. We can get pizza later. If you haven’t fucked us both by then, I don’t like the pizza boy’s chances.”
She crawled up beside Stephanie and me. “Actually, I reckon pizza boy is safe. I’ve known this bozo for years. He needs a little downtime, but he’ll be back in working order. But in the meantime … I have potions to rub into the amazing asses of superhot spanked girls. So they feel cooler. Would you like the Maires massage?”
Stephanie, for no obvious reason, reached down to take my cock, wet, soft and still drooling come, into her hand. She squeezed me gently, then let me go. She looked down into my eyes. “Can you take my weight while Maires repairs my poor beaten bottom?”
“Sure, you’re a feather, you.” This was not true, but it’s the only thing to say.
Maires kissed Stephanie poor, beaten bottom, and my mouth. She winked at me, then got up and went to search in her bedside drawer.
This is the first time in years that one of my posts hasn’t been listed with Marie Rebelle’s Wicked Wednesday. But like all good things, that wonderful forum has come to its end.
Any suggestions re memes I can latch it to will be gratefully received.