Chapter 3: A Fistful of Desire

I awoke to the sensation of fingers moving inside me and someone’s mouth clamped on my pussy and their tongue doing long licks up and down each side of my clit, not quite fully touching it, but also touching it just enough to send little shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Hmmmm...” I moaned, knowing those lips well as one of my hands moved down to caress the long golden locks belonging to the mouth and head who was the source of my tongue-lashing.

“Don’t think this is going to get you off the hook,” I moaned further, as I spread my legs obscenely, exposing myself and my swollen and open pussy to her.

“I have plans for you later, maybe not tonight, but you are going to repay me in spades for what I went through earlier for you,” I teased her.

Amber was also moaning into my pussy and it was not moans of just agreement, so I opened my eyes for the first time and looked down my body.

Amber was fully between my legs and my spreading further open had drawn her face in tighter against my wet folds. She was on her knees with one arm supporting her, keeping her body up off the bed and her face in my crotch, and the other was buried in between my legs, fingering me in the gentle, knowing way only another woman intimately familiar with all the various parts is able to accomplish.

Her hips, however, were positioned right over Dylan’s head as he lay on his back, his mouth attached to her pussy as most of his body trailed off the bed and his bent knees kept him from falling off completely. A big long line of twat-eating was happening and I was in no position to complain as I let my head fall back and closed my eyes again and enjoyed the pleasure running through my body.

I let my head fall back against the pillow, eyes closed, and just sank into the wet heat of Amber’s mouth as she worked me. Her tongue was long and deliberate, dragging slow, heavy licks up either side of my clit without ever quite giving me the direct pressure I was already aching for. Every pass sent little electric shocks through my hips. The fingers inside me curled and stroked in that soft, knowing rhythm only a woman who has the same bits and pieces is able to accomplish. I felt two fingers, maybe three, sliding in and out of the slick mess. I was still tender from the way he’d stretched me open when I had ridden him on the chair and the soreness of my ass was something I knew would continue to get worse before the night was over, but the tenderness of Amber’s finger movements only made every stroke sharper, hotter.

Amber paused, lifted her head, her mouth and chin slick and glossy with my juices just enough that her breath ghosted over my soaked folds, and said in that light, teasing voice she always used when she wanted to push my buttons,

“Look at your messy little cunt begging for more. You’re such a greedy slut, Beth.”

The second the words left her mouth my pussy clenched hard around her fingers. A fresh rush of wetness spilled out of me, coating her hand. She felt it ... of course she did ... and let out a soft, wicked little laugh before lowering her mouth again. Her tongue flattened and pressed harder this time, circling my clit while she spoke against me so Dylan could hear every word.

“Dylan, baby ... you should feel how this whore’s pussy just squeezed me the second I called her a slut. She’s soaking my whole face. The meaner I talk to her the wetter she gets. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

I groaned, hips twitching up against her mouth. I hated when she called me “kitten.” I made the mistake of telling her that after we had been intimate for the first time and now she seemed to make it a point to call me “kitten” at almost every opportunity. I would honestly prefer slut, whore, tramp, any of those words, but “kitten.” God, it embarrassed me, and for her to use it in front of Dylan was even worse.