‘Emilia,’ she said immediately.
Cassian’s mouth dropped open, as Emilia’s eyes widened and she blushed for the tenth time in the last hour. She felt dizzy and her head seemed to sway for a moment at the realisation that Amy had chosen her without any hesitation, to be so intimate with her.
‘I’ve never done that before,’ she said timidly, her voice trembling.
Amy shuffled over to her and took up both of her hands, pulling them towards her and holding them in her lap. Squeezing her fingers she smiled reassuringly at her.
‘You don’t have to, but I would like you to,’ she said quietly, leaning closer to her. ‘If you want to?’
‘I’d like to, with you,’ said Emilia whispering, her face felt like it was radiating heat.
‘I’ll lay on my front for you,’ said Amy. ‘Don’t feel anxious, just...’
Emilia smiled and nodded as Amy leaned forward and kissed her. Emilia’s stomach flipped as she watched Amy turn around. She looked back over her shoulder one more time and smiled before laying on her front. Then she slid her legs apart, and pulled down her knickers, revealing her sweet little parting. She quivered as she looked back, her face against the soft threads of the carpet, then she nodded.
Emilia stayed still, her eyes running over Amy’s beautiful curves and smooth skin. Her hair, her slender neck, her small shoulders and the curve of her spine.
Her bottom.
And... there.
Amy reached out and took Emilia’s hand again, squeezing it, then she placed it on her shoulder and smiled.
Emilia began to stroke her, running her fingers down each side of her spine, all the way down until they crested the rump of her bottom.
She shuffled forward, until she was knelt between Amy’s legs, then she leaned forward and began to kiss her way down the girl’s spine.
One kiss at a time, inch by inch.
Her eyes focused as she reached her parting, the little triangle ridge where her back curved out and became her bottom.
She placed her hands now, either side and spread her gently apart.
Amy’s sweet little button was right there in front of her. She’d never found the idea exciting before, but then she’d never been with a girl until Amy. She was so stunningly beautiful, inside and out, that it made every part of her attractive. The idea of doing what she was about to do had gone from strange, to lip-bitingly taboo, and now intensely arousing.
She took a deep breath, and leaned in.
Amy felt the faintest of sensations as the very tip of Emilia’s tongue teased her, and a shiver of taboo pleasure blossomed from inside her.
She clenched, she couldn't help it, it was involuntary.
Moaning and breathing out, she relaxed and a moment later she sensed the girl’s hot breath on her again.
There.
Emilia felt like she was tingling, just that little touch had sent an electric shiver throughout her whole body and she was desperate to feel it again.
She wet her dry lips and stretched her tongue out through them, her palms squeezing Amy’s bottom. Her sweet little hole felt both soft and ridged and as soon as she tasted it again, she moaned and writhed, arching her back up.
She used more of her tongue this time, swirling gently over her forbidden entrance, and smiled as she watched and listened to the effect it was having on her friend. She was shaking, moaning softly and twisting.
She licked her more liberally now, up and down then around in big wet circles as Amy arched her spine and pushed back into her.
‘Yes. Em, yes,’ she kept repeating.
Emilia made her tongue solid now, straightening it into a point and then pushing it gently against her, feeling it flexing and opening, squirming at her touch.
Then Mark was speaking.
‘I hesitate to say it, but… time,’ he whispered, laughing and waving the little hourglass.
Amy collapsed down as Emilia sat back on her knees, licking her lips and breathing deeply. She was shaking with arousal as Amy lay breathing and twitching on the floor.
‘Fuck this game,’ she said, laughing as her speech was muffled by the carpet. ‘It’s fucking cruel.’
After a few more seconds she sat up on her thighs, covering her breasts. She felt strangely vulnerable. In the moment, she had forgotten where she was. She had forgotten about Cassian and Mark, about the game and the cards. All she knew was her, and Emilia.
When Mark had spoken, it had been like crashing into a brick wall. She’d opened herself up to Emilia completely, and together they’d done something so intimate that all she wanted to do now was hold her.
As she sat there recovering, she realised there was nothing stopping her. So she got up, sliding her knickers back up around her hips, and moved over to her friend, where she cuddled into her, running her hands over her warm body.
Emilia slipped her arm around her almost naked friend and held her tightly, their hips and arms pressing together, skin to skin, entwining their fingers and feet. Embracing each other.
Holding each other.
Emilia bent down and kissed her forehead. ‘Cass?’ she said. ‘I think it’s your turn.’
Her husband collected the dice, still in a state of shocked arousal from what he’d just watched his wife do. He rolled it across the board, moving his piece along two spaces onto a blank and picked up a card.
‘Choose a player of the opposite sex, that is not your partner. They must sit on your cock or penetrate you, and not move. You must both describe how it feels. In detail.’
He looked at the two girls, curled up together, then he smiled warmly.
Amy closed her eyes, nuzzling into Emilia’s neck. ‘Is it okay?’
Emilia nodded. ‘Of course it is,’ she said. ‘I-,’ she stopped herself. ‘It’s fine.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes, I want you to.’
Amy stood up, her knees weak and wobbly and walked over towards Cassian.
He reached out his hand and she took it, gratefully, squeezing his fingers.
He was sat cross-legged on the carpet, his cock pointing straight up. She laughed quietly as she noticed it wiggling as she turned around.
She knelt down in front of him and turned her head to look at his face, working her legs apart and arching her bottom backwards.
He smiled at her and reached out his hand to steady her as she moved backwards towards him.
She gasped as the tip of his member brushed against her ass, where only minutes ago his wife had pressed her tongue.
Reaching around, she slipped her fingers around his shaft, and guided him towards her opening, sliding it up and down her pussy and coating him in her wetness.
Her whole body shook as she ran the tip along her labia, then she felt herself flowering, almost involuntarily, as though her pussy wanted him as much as she did. She slid down him, closing her eyes.
Her body shook from head to toe as it went all the way in and she let out a soft moan.
She felt his hands close around her waist as she settled into his lap, supporting her. Then they slid around her tummy and she took hold of one of them, entwining her fingers in his, pressing his hand against her belly button.
Her legs were shaking and she could barely talk.
‘You first,’ she whispered, her voice uneven as she tried to stay still.
Cassian throbbed inside her as he spoke, his voice reverberating through her. She felt herself getting more and more wet and she moaned again, desperate to slide up and down on him.
She wanted him to forget the game and throw her forward and fuck her right there and then on the carpet.
Cassian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Warm,’ he said, quietly. ‘And smooth, like silk.’
Emilia shifted and leaned forward as Amy wobbled and moaned, squeezing Cassian’s hand tighter.
Emilia sat up, intensely turned on by the look on both their faces.
‘How does she feel right now?’ she said, breathlessl
y.
He closed his eyes again and concentrated, trying not to explode.
‘She’s moving, like a wave, I can feel her, tensing her, oh shit…’ he shook. ‘She’s tensing her muscles. It’s more than that though. It’s intimate, like she’s massaging me.’
He stopped and exhaled, Emilia could see him twitching and Amy’s leg shaking as she grinned, concentrating.
‘It’s like she wants to squeez- oh, fuck…’
Amy thighs pressed together involuntarily and she lost her balance, bent forward, her hand dropping to the carpet, the other still holding him, stretched back. She let out a long moan and then felt Cassian’s arm around her, scooping her waist and pulling her back upright, thrusting up into her as he did so.
She cried out in pleasure, unable to stop herself and slid up and then down onto him, her eyes opening in surprise as her fingers splayed out.
‘He’s so big,’ she moaned. ‘It’s like he’s throbbing inside me, I can feel his head and every ridg- oh, yes, please…’
She could feel him twitching as he shifted to keep her balanced.
‘It feel’s so fucking good. I just want...’ she said, shaking her head. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’
She fell forward and he slipped out of her as she curled up into a ball on the carpet, biting her lip and hugging her knees.
‘Holy shit,’ she said, laughing and twitching.
She lay there breathing in and out as the waves of pleasure subsided. After a moment, she rolled onto her back and looked at him, her knees apart, her pussy wide and wet and shook her head, incredulous.
Then she rolled away and over towards Emilia again, sliding up against her friend who wrapped an arm around her and held her tight once more.
She kissed her forehead and smiled at Cassian, grinning at his throbbing and now slick member. He looked as if he’d been teased beyond his limit.
‘Mark? Last turn,’ said Amy, quivering.
Mark threw the dice onto the board so hard it rolled off the end and stopped on the carpet.
‘Three,’ he said, moving his totem forward onto a blank space.
Her hands still shaking, Amy leaned forward and picked up one of the last few cards, passing it to her husband and licking her bottom lip as she looked at Cass.
‘Choose two players. They must leave the room. They can do whatever they want for three minutes,’ said Mark. ‘Whilst they’re gone, the remaining players may do the same.’
Amy looked at Cassian and then at her husband, biting her lip, desperate to ask. Mark smiled, gazing lovingly into his wife’s pleading eyes, then he nodded and winked.
‘Have fun.’
Immediately, Amy stood up and stepped over the board, taking Cassian by the hand and leading him quickly out of the room.
In the corridor, shaking, desperate and urgent, she pulled down her knickers, stood up straight, leaned forward against the wall and spread her legs.
‘Fuck me, now,’ she whispered, her voice wavering as she licked her lips. ‘Hard.’
Cassian didn’t waste any time. He stepped behind her, dropped his boxers, and ran his hand along the curve of her waist. Then he took hold of his rock hard cock between his fingers, pushing it between her thighs and searching for her pussy.
It wasn't hard to find. She was dripping wet.
He slid inside her easily once again, his thick head stretching her, and then he thrust hard, one hand on her shoulder as she moaned.
’Make me cum,’ she cried, begging as he started to pound into her from behind.
He felt huge and so fucking good.
She bit down on her lip so hard she thought it might bleed. As Emilia’s husband slipped deeper and deeper into her pussy, she gasped as her nipples grazed against the cold wallpaper. Her fingers splayed out searching, she wanted to grip something tight like a bedsheet or the edge of a table but the wall presented no options and now she was pressed up flat against it, her cheek flush on the smooth surface, sliding up and down.
Cassian began to grow inside her, each push more powerful, deeper and longer than the last. He was going to explode and she could sense it. Any second now he would speed up and his moans would deepen and become more urgent.
‘Fuck. Yes, yes,’ she said, unevenly, punctuated by his thrusts.
Emilia listened as her husband fucked Amy in the corridor, smiling as her moans of pleasure drifted through their home. She looked over at Mark who grinned back at her.
‘Want to see if we can make more noise than them?’ she said, smiling.
Mark stood up and walked over towards her, kneeling down as Emilia rolled onto her side and knelt up on all fours.
As Amy’s cries became louder, Mark pulled Emilia’s knickers aside and positioned himself behind her, sliding his cock out of his boxers.
‘Fuck me as hard as you can,’ she said, looking back at him. ‘Fuck me harder than my husband is fucking your wife.’
Mark’s face changed and became serious and focused and a moment later, she felt the bulging, slick head of his sweet taboo cock slide up against her opening, parting her lips as he made himself wet with her excitement.
Then he thrust inside her.
Hard.
Her mind went blank and her vision filled with stars.
She hadn’t realised just how much she’d wanted him again. He was back inside her, his thick gorgeous cock stretching her pussy, and this time it was just the two of them. Cassian wasn’t in the room.
It felt so naughty and wrong, and yet at the same time, so fucking right. She let out a long, deep and loud moan as his cock slid all the way in.
‘Fuck, you’re so hard,’ she moaned.
Amy turned her head toward the living room door as she heard Emilia, and as another moan drifted through from the shaft of light across the threshold she felt Cassian pulse and speed up.
He was going to cum.
All of her senses were exploding. All of the foreplay, the teasing, the sensual and slow build up and the excitement of playing the game together was climaxing all at once. Cassian fucking her from behind in the corridor, his long cock deep inside her, his hands around her waist and on her ass. The sound of Emilia being fucked by her husband in the other room. She felt like fireworks were exploding in her head.
She wondered if Emilia was on all fours, or on her back, or bent over the couch. Was Mark fucking her pussy or her ass?
A feeling struck her, one that she would find hard to explain with words. It was as though right now, in this moment, she was able to understand, as though she had become enlightened. She tried to grasp the thought in her mind and hold onto it, but it was like a feather that was just out of her reach. And then for just a moment, her finger tips brushed against it.
She didn’t feel jealous, but it was more than that.
It was the opposite of jealously.
It was a compulsion to share, and a powerful, overwhelming joy that came from doing so.
It was this final thought that pushed her over the edge.
Her knees went weak as her whole body convulsed.
Emilia felt Mark straining inside her, and she realised he was trying to hold back. He didn’t want to disappoint her by finishing too fast, but he was struggling not to.
The sound of his wife’s moans, the sight of Emilia on all fours, the tight, smooth warmth of her pussy. It was too much, he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
Emilia didn’t want him to hold back, she wanted him to come inside her as fast or as slow as he wanted.
She didn’t care.
The idea that he was so turned by everything that he couldn’t control himself was such a turn on for her that she climaxed and contracted at the same time, squeezing him tighter as he thrust into her.
‘Come inside me,’ she moaned, thrusting back and forth against him.
That was it, Mark lost control and came, letting out a deep moan that reverberated throughout their home.
As Amy orgasmed, listening to the sounds of her hus
band and Emilia making love, she leaned back and arched her head onto Cassian’s shoulder then reached back with her smooth arms as he pressed her slender body up against the wall, supporting her as she twitched and thrusted and moaned.
Then she felt a warm, sweet sensation as he came inside her. He gripped her tight, his muscles tightening, stretching and pulsing, as he was thrusting, twitching and moaning. He was kissing her neck and running his hands over her breasts, and still she could feel more of his hot seed pumping out of him and filling her. It was like she’d burst a dam. She wanted it all and she kept sliding back and forth against him, milking it out and squeezing him with her tight muscles.
As he slowed and slipped out of her, she turned and wrapped herself around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest as his muscular arms embraced her little frame, enveloping her in a tight and loving squeeze.
Emilia collapsed onto the carpet and rolled over, pulling Mark down on top of her, his head flopping and then resting against her breasts. Each of them wrapped the other in their arms and held tight as their breathing settled.
She could feel him inside her still, his warmth.
His love.
Emilia couldn’t help it anymore, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. How she felt. But she couldn’t say it.
It wouldn’t be right. It was too soon. Too fast. Too much.
Too complicated.
But laying there on the floor of her living room, staring up at the ceiling, covered in a light sheen of sweat, listening to her husband and Amy make love, with another man’s seed inside her, another lover laying on her breast, she realised that she didn’t care.
As her sister had said, the rules have changed.
*
CHAPTER FIVE
AMY WALKED UNSTEADILY back into the lounge, holding Cassian’s hand tight, sheepishly pulling him along.
Emilia, still laying on the floor, stroking Mark’s hair as he lay between her breasts, thought for a moment that she looked a little ashamed and a small part of her began to panic, wondering if Amy was starting to feel guilty or have second thoughts. She didn’t want that, she wanted her to feel comfortable and happy and for Cassian and Mark to feel the same.
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