Carla always knew when
Kim was about to come because she made a funny little sound, a
high-pitched squeaking noise that was equal parts adorable and annoying.
She was making it now as she bounced up and down on Annabel’s face,
gripping the older woman’s breasts for support.
Annabel was in something
of a desperate state. Her whole universe had become nothing but Kim’s
wet pussy grinding down on her, demanding satisfaction. It was hard for
her to breathe and Kim’s hands kept pressing into the clamps on her
nipples, sending little shockwaves of pain through her. But she knew
there was no way she was going to be allowed to come up for air until she
had completed the task at hand. So she focused on licking and sucking
Kim’s clit — no easy feat with a moving target, but Annabel willed herself to focus.
Finally, Annabel felt
Kim’s body go rigid above her as the orgasm hit, and thought relief was at hand. But after a few seconds
Kim relaxed and her whole weight sank, smothering Annabel beneath her.
Bound as she was, Annabel helpless to do anything about it; she was on the point of passing out when Kim finally sat back
against the wall, allowing her some air.
As Annabel and Kim
caught their breath Carla went down to the kitchen and returned with two
fresh bottles of beer. When she walked back into the bedroom Kim stood
up and strode over, accepting the cool bottle that Carla held out to
her. Tilting the bottle back, Kim took a long, deep, refreshing pull.
Annabel watched, finding
something quite beautiful in the image of Kim standing there naked
with the ocean behind her, sunlight streaming through the green glass of
her beer bottle and the bubbling liquid inside. She was thirsty, too, Annabel realized, and though
she didn’t generally like beer, it looked pretty good just then.
For a minute Carla and
Kim stood by the window, conferring in hushed tones, occasionally
glancing over at Annabel. Kim nodded and licked her lips, gazing hungrily
at Annabel’s blond-fringed pussy: It was soaking wet, shiny,
delicious-looking.
Recrossing the room, Kim
arranged herself in a comfortable position at the foot of the bed. When
Kim’s lips touched the inside of one knee, Annabel spasmed and
strained against her bonds – she was primed and ready to go. But Kim was
in no hurry. She teased and taunted, kissing and licking all around
Annabel’s thighs, her belly, her abdomen.
Carla, meanwhile, had
taken a seat on the side of the bed. She brought her beer bottle to
Annabel's lips and tipped it up; Annabel drank gratefully, lifting her
head best she could, then letting it fall back as Kim’s tongue began to
explore the sensitive places between her legs. When she did so a little beer splashed onto her chin and chest.
Now that she had gotten a
taste of Annabel’s pussy, Kim was through being coy. She lapped up
Annabel’s nectar, jabbed her tongue inside, then penetrated Annabel with
her thumb while licking her clit. Carla sat watching her friend
pleasure her stepmother, occasionally reaching over and tugging on
Annabel’s nipple clamps to keep things interesting.
Annabel was just about
to come when Kim pulled away and sat back, reaching for her beer where
she’d sat it on the floor, leaving Annabel to groan in frustration and
pull at the restraints. “Goddamnit,” she muttered, and Carla smiled.
Just hold on there, she thought, but didn’t say. You'll get yours soon
enough.
Opening her bedside
drawer, Carla got out her strap-on, stripped off her jeans and panties,
and equipped herself. She flicked the head of the dildo with her finger,
making it bob up and down in the air. It was still moving as she walked
over behind Kim, who bent over, presenting her rear end.
Gripping Kim by the
waist, Carla maneuvered the tip of the strap-on between Kim’s pussy lips
and began to ease her way inside. As Carla pressed forward Kim’s head
was pushed up between Annabel’s legs, and soon Kim was again licking
Annabel’s pussy as Carla fucked her.
Kim and Annabel both moaned and writhed, Kim gripping the bedclothes, Annabel still
struggling fruitlessly against her bonds. Head lolling to one side,
Annabel caught a glimpse of the whole tableau in the mirror: herself, tied naked to
the bed, legs spread wide; Kim, tongue working away between Annabel’s
legs; Carla, pounding into Kim from behind, mouth twisted into a wicked
smile. A few days ago Annabel literally could not have imagined herself
in this position; she wouldn’t have had the vocabulary for it. It was all
rather surreal, like a dream she expected to wake up from at any moment.
Carla, orchestrating,
slowed down the pace, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of this
scene. Then, when she sensed that Annabel was about to come, she bore
down – driving into Kim with all her strength, each thrust pushing Kim’s
face harder into Annabel's crotch.
Kim’s noise started up
again, Annabel was screaming hoarsely, and then they both reached a
crescendo, moans echoing through the room as they climaxed. Kim slumped
forward, her head coming to rest on Annabel’s thigh; Annabel went limp,
eyes glassy, dead to the world.
Carla stood there
looking down at them, stroking the juice-slick shaft of the strap-on,
thinking, planning. She wasn’t done with them yet.
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