by Nova Black
She was holding out for the love of the game, biting her cheek to keep from begging. We both loved to play. Again and again I teased her, until she was shuddering with the ache of it, the loss of me inside her. I blinked warm drops of water from my eyelashes, licked another drop from the back of her shoulder. Leaned my head on her, mouth filling the space between her shoulder blades.
“Pamela, how long do you think you can stay up there?” I murmured.
Her eyes were glazing over, body quivering with building pleasure and the ache of straining muscles.
“Long enough.”
I laughed. “Let’s find out. I’ll fuck your ass, Pamela, but you have to stay still. Perfectly still.”
My finger traced the curve of her hips, the trembling muscles in her torso. “Do you understand? One thrust, one shiver and you can finish yourself. Though I have greatly enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself on my wall.”
I heard Meghan’s steps in the shower, coming closer to see. But this was not the time to coddle my budding voyeur, not when there was this delicious game to play.
Pamela was rigid, muscles taut as she held still, her breath deep but unhurried. Her arms and legs remained spread apart, trembling and wet and so very inviting.
She nodded.
I slide my hand between her clenched cheeks, leaning into to her. “You must relax somewhere. Here. Ah, there you go sweetie.” She allowed me entrance and I teased her open with a finger, slipping in almost to the second knuckle. She moaned, her muscles clenching my finger but otherwise holding still.
She was unusually strong willed, this vixen.
My finger began to circle, slipping out to the first knuckle and back in. Her breathing, though still controlled, increased, eyes squeezing shut. Everyplace but her bottom was tense.
Very nice… such exquisite control.
“Two fingers, Pamela?” She nodded breathing hard. “Two fingers will cost you.”
She hissed. “Such a bitch. Cost what?”
“Well. Now that there’s been unprovoked name calling, I think no movement, no noise. No moans, no sexy whimpers.” I leaned in, nibbling on a shoulder blade, my lips pressed on her back. “Can you do that Pamela? Can you cum in silence, let me work you without making a sound? “
She gritted her teeth, drowning in desperation and lust. She nodded. Delighted, I slowly edged two fingers in. Moved them out slowly, back in. Her eyes closed in concentration. In and out and then I crossed them like I was fibbing. Her eyes opened, bulging, teeth biting her bottom lip.
“It’s called the corkscrew. You’ll notice when I twist my hand like this –“ I laughed at her expression. A fucking sexy woman Pamela was.
“I like you, Pamela.” I increased the pace of my hand. “Get ready….”
At her apex I bit her shoulder, hard. She came like a building exploding in a silent motion film; I was amazed she was able to hang on, the way her entire body imploded, a resonance that shook her, pushing forward, her clitoris pressing again along the rubber nub so very patiently waiting between her legs. The orgasm cascaded back through her body, renewing its vigor.
Like steel balls on a string, bouncing off each other.
Back and forth she went, caught between dueling pleasures. Finally her strength gave, fingers slipping from the handles. I caught her, lowering her to sit on the wooden shower bench, her trembling, naked body a melody on my skin. Beautiful. She kept her head in her hands, shaking, her voice deep and knowing, as if she had returned from a long exhausting voyage. “Fuck me, Lia. That was – “
Then a new surprise; a tremble returned. Then another, harder one. Her body rocked with it, skin quivering…
“Lia! I'm – Jesus, it won’t stop!”
“That sometimes happens,” I said, not unsympathetically, running a trail down her clenching thigh.
A second orgasm racked her and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuck Me!” she yelled through clenched teeth.
Mmmmm, Sweetheart. Yes.
Meghan came from behind me, bare shoulder brushing mine. “Is she ok? Should we do something?”
Another, shorter wave of pleasure hit Pamela and she tensed at its wake, crying out with its intensity, her back arching, head pounding the wall, nipples hard and alert.
Goddamn. Magnificent.
“Lia! I can’t – Please!” Her voice, full of passion and the sharp edge of pleasure, teetering on the cusp of another rolling orgasm. Begging me.
Pushing every fucking button I had.
I stood there, frozen, a burning roar rushing my ears, my loins. Stray droplets of water beat my back, becoming individual booms of thunder, lighting lines of fire to the base of my spine.
Her eyes found mine, swallowed me as the climax overcame her and I followed her in, inhaling.
The beauty of her face in that moment… My god. My own pulse stuttered and thumped, fighting itself in a footrace.
Maybe I could...
I wanted to do everything and nothing. I wanted to jump on her and ride the tides of her pleasures, make it crest again and again. I wanted to stay right here and watch her. Watch her peak over and over and over and fucking over again. Drink it in. Ah! The way her mouth parted in ecstasy, her wide eyes searching for absolutely nothing and finding absolutely everything at once, until her muscles finally gave way, spent and smooth as the sky after a storm.
But, and my heart tried to climbed up my throat and strangle it silent, I will not take this advantage. Not today.
“Pamela. Listen to me,” I made my voice carry over her gasps. Her moans. “If you wish to stop the climaxes you must relax. Your muscles are too tense to get the release they need.”
Another loud groan from Pamela made Meghan reach out to her tentatively, hand hovering like she didn't know where to touch.
“I don’t think she heard you.” She frowned, eyeing me sidelong. “Did you know this was going to happen?”
“Turn off the water and I’ll lay her across the bench.”
Meghan nodded, heading to the control panel.
“Hand me the oil on the third shelf. The one in the red bottle, please.”
A look of suspicion but she nodded again, searching the shelf for the correct bottle, flinching with the loud announcement of another orgasm.
I lowered Pam with her back against the bench. She moaned, racked with pleasure, legs splayed open, droplets of water running down her legs, trails of wetness on her thighs... Trembling.
God help me, but this was my favorite thing.
My fingers rose to her knee but I resisted touching her, barely, and handed the bottle back to Meghan.
“She needs a deep tissue massage to relax her muscles. It would be counterproductive if,” I tore my eyes away from the soft ‘V’ of Pamela’s pubis, “if I were the person to massage her.”
Meghan looked at me, eyes widening. “What?”
“Sweetheart, you give me that innocent look again and I will fuck your brains out, right here on the shower floor.
She took a step back. “What?? Damn it, Lia, I don’t understand…”
I was on her without seeming to move, hands encircling the swell of her naked hips, chest pressed against hers; face mere inches from her wide, wondering eyes.
A taste of her lips was all I allowed myself. I needed to regain my composure.
She wasn’t ready to see me without it.
“Meghan. I’m going to leave. I am going to get fresh towels, perhaps turn up the heat. I will take my time. Then I will return.” I looked away at the panic in her face, the way it made her mouth part and her pulse hammer in her throat.
“I don’t know what you want me to do, Lia.”
“If you wish to help Pamela, use the oil to help her relax.”
She nodded her head and I kissed her. Then again, more roughly, pulling her and pushing her away at the same time. I bit her lip and she gasped, making my grip tighten instinctively.
“Just – be still for a moment, Meghan.”
Desire warred within me.
I searched her face. Was she aware she had pressed on me, her warm thighs grinding upwards, circling her labia on my skin. Oh God help me, she doesn’t even realize, her body craving what her mind hasn’t yet accepted.
I moaned, fresh waves of heat flooding me. “Jesus, Meghan. I’m trying… Sweetheart, this is not helping.”
Pointedly I looked down. Her eyes followed, cheeks flaming when she saw her gyrating pelvis.
“I didn’t….” She covered her mouth, shaking her head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I mustered a grin, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Use the oil.”
When I returned, after re–organizing the towels, adjusting the temperature, straightening the soaps on the sink, my newly gained composure gained me absolutely nothing.
Meghan was on top, straddling Pamela’s thighs, oil covered hands running up and down her torso. Every so often Meghan’s hand would dip lower and Pam would moan, her voice hoarse and used.
“You like that, Pam? You like it when I touch you there?” She bent closer, rubbing her body against Pamela, oil glistening everywhere. “Does it relax you?”
It seemed to at that. Instead of writhing and bucking under Meghan’s ministrations, Pamela hips rose and fell like a slow, lazy tide. A whimper, a hitch of breath and she came, only once: A single large swell raising Meghan like a buoy in the ocean. There was a calm sweetness to Pamela’s expression, her eyes heavy lidded, sensual lips curved in a loose smile.
Meghan searched Pamela’s face, enrapt.
“Thank you, Meghan.” Pamela murmured and then stretched, luxuriously, hands reaching out to stroke Meghan’s arms, the top of her thighs.
Ah, I thought. And here it goes.
The back of her finger brushed between Meghan's legs and Meghan froze, eyes closing, whispering something to herself.
“I don’t even like you,” she said, shuddering as Pamela’s finger traveled down her oiled slickness. Pamela did something I couldn’t see and Meghan sighed softly, moving her hips.
“I’m becoming an easy lay,” she muttered.
“I’ve noticed.” Pamela replied, moving her hands, steady and confident. “It took me months with Lia before I would let a stranger fuck me.”
Meghan made a noise and attempted to pull away, pausing when Pamela’s finger starting to piston in and out.
She moaned and Pam laughed.
“You want me to stop?”
Meghan looked around, face unbelieving. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
Pamela paused and Meghan closed her eyes, shuddering. Moved her hips, circling them with Pam inside her.
“You want to cum, Meghan? I can give it to you, give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
Meghan shuddered again, her eyes wide and filled with aching desperation.
She nodded and whispered “okay” and Pam’s answering smile was the best bitch face I ever saw. She increased the tempo. “I’ll count to five and when I reach five you’re going to cum hard. In the meantime, just take it and moan, little bitch.”
Meghan, eyes wide, was too shocked by Pamela’s words and abrupt change of attitude to do much of anything else. Her mouth opened. Closed with a snap.
“One.” Pam said, pinching Meghan’s left nipple. She squeezed it harder, using it as leverage to change the angle Meghan was leaning.
Meghan’s resounding moan made me shift my stance, trail a finger down to my own wetness.
“There it is, bitch. You like that, don’t you? Two, you fucking slut.” Pamela said.
“You don’t even know my last name and my fingers are buried deep in your cunt. Is that what you want, what gets you off… a stranger inside you? A stranger making you cum? Three.”
Meghan’s face was flaming, mouth and eyes wide as her body betrayed her, hips rising to meet Pamela’s thrusts.
“You don’t like me, Meghan?? But I’m inside you – that’s how hungry you are. Who you going to fuck tomorrow? Another stranger? A group of strangers? Four, bitch.”
And then Pamela turned, looking straight at me, holding my gaze across the room, that wonderfully sexy smile on her lips. She loved that Meghan disliked her. Not many people she knew would ever admit to it.
But can you make her cum, Pamela?
Pamela raised her brow at the unspoken challenge. She slung her arm around Meghan’s neck pulling her in while still finger fucking her pussy. She began whispering something to Meghan, who started squirming, but not enough to pull the fingers from moving inside her.
I was admiring her wiggling ass in the air when I heard my name carry above the steam.
Meghan raised her head abruptly, stricken, eyes locking onto me. Pamela said. “That’s right she’s been watching you and she likes it. She wants to see you cum all over yourself. Are you going to cum for Lia? Are you going to let this stranger beat you off so you can give her what she wants? If Lia asked you, would you eat my pussy? I bet you would, wouldn’t you, slut? “
Meghan was moaning and writhing, her gaze on my slick, disappearing fingers. Pamela turned to watch me also, lust filling her stare.
Their eyes on my body were like hot pokers, spurring me on.
I touched my clit and almost climaxed. No. No yet. I walked over, hovering over their writhing bodies, letting my hand caress Meghan’s shoulders. Kissed her once, on the curve of her neck. She didn't resist when I turned her shoulders, her body twisting until she was lying on top of Pamela. I took her head in my hands and lowered her until her face was an inch above Pamela’s neatly trimmed crotch. Less. She looked at me, eyes watering as Pamela’s fingers resumed their jackrabbit motions. She looked at me like she did not want to do this.
But she did. She really, really did want to do it.
I bent over, mouth in her ear. “Eat her, Meghan,” I whispered.
She came as soon as the word left my lips, eyes rolling as she dove into Pamela’s pussy. Her head shaking like a maraca.
“That’s right, slut. Eat me. Lick that pussy good…. Oh Christ! Five, bitch!”
Shit, I was going to cum. I moved quickly, straddling Pamela’s moaning face. She ate me like buttered corn on the cob. Gobbling it out like a pie-eating contest, where the prize was more pie.
I came quick and hard, feeling her tongue stroking inside me, pushing the residual waves, licking me clean. Her reverberating moans sending deep waves even deeper.
My hips rocked on her mouth, content to let the tide slow. An alarm beeped and I sighed, pulling myself from Pamela’s smeared but likewise content face.
I went to the panel and turned the alarm off before walking further into the large common shower, pausing to take in the sight of the two of them panting and covered in oil before turning on a single shower head.
“My dears it is quarter to twelve. I’m sure both of you did not plan to stay in my showers for the entire afternoon.”
Meghan cursed. Pamela too, trying to shove her off. “Help me get up.” She was rubber legged but able to walk on her own – impressive after so many orgasms, and the accompanying session with Meghan.