PliableInhibitions

by Zenobia Renquist

  Claudia asked, “Regretting opening Pandora’s box?” She gasped and then clapped. “Game night. That’s what we should do.”

  “No,” Duke said between his teeth as he nudged his dick into Emily’s asshole. “What we should be doing is exactly what I’m doing.”

  Emily nodded and arched her ass up to give Duke a better angle of entry. “Second that.”

  He pulled out, dribbled some lube over his condom-clad dick, and then tried his approach again. This time he slid home in one stroke. Both he and Emily moaned with ecstasy.

  Claudia snapped, “You two hush. Lucas, turn her off for a second so we can have a normal conversation.”

  Duke said, “Ugh. Come on. I didn’t sign on to fuck an Emi-doll.”

  Emily said, “What he said. This was just getting good.”

  Lucas said, “It’ll just be a minute. Em, you decided to sit on Duke’s lap. Sew-sew in.”

  Duke sat with Emily on top of him and her back resting on his chest, grumbling under his breath while stroking Emily’s thighs.

  Claudia wrinkled her nose at her husband but said to Richard, “Tell Bree to let us know her next weekend off—Friday or Saturday night, doesn’t matter. We can come here for game night.”

  Emily asked, “Which game?”

  “Whichever. We can decide once everyone shows up. What do you say?”

  Emily thought about it a moment. While she was silent, Duke scooped his hands under her ass and bounced her on his dick.

  He stopped after a few strokes and grumbled, “It’s not the same. Hurry this conversation along, people.”

  With a nod, Emily said, “Sounds like a plan to me. Game night. We’ll have to go searching through the game chest for something everyone wants to play.”

  Duke said quickly, “We aren’t picky.”

  “Obviously,” Claudia said. “You’ve eaten everything Emily has put in front of you.”

  “I still want more.” He gestured to Emily. “I’m balls-deep in her ass and we’re talking about board games. Come on.”

  “Greedy.”

  “I have a healthy appetite.” Duke looked at Lucas. “Come on, Lu. Don’t leave me hanging like this. Emi either. Have mercy.”

  Claudia waved dismissively. “Just do it. He won’t stop whining until you let him finish.”

  “Thank you!”

  Lucas said in an amused tone, “Snip-snip out.”

  Emily snapped, “It’s about time. This back-and-forth shit is getting old. Fuck or talk but stop doing both, Lucas.”

  Duke jerked his head in a nod and leaned forward. Once Emily was bent over with her ass up, Duke surged forward, thrusting fast and hard. He said in a breathy voice, “What she said. If you all want to talk, do it way the hell over there until we finish.”

  As much as Emily wanted to shoo them away, she needed both hands on the bench to keep Duke from knocking her over. His enthusiasm translated into deep-reaching satisfaction that had his sac slapping against her pussy and Emily biting her lips to keep her moans of pleasure at a decent volume.

  Richard asked, “She’s knows what’s going on while she’s under so she knows you’ve been interrupting, right?”

  Lucas said, “Yeah. I guess I’ll have to figure out how to do this without flip-flopping every few minutes. It’s annoying for me too.”

  Duke bit out, “Everyone. Shut. Up.” He punctuated every word by driving his dick to the base.

  Emily rolled her back and leaned forward more. She didn’t care about the conversation any longer. She wanted to get off as much as possible before Lucas decided to revert her back to normal again.

  Why couldn’t she be normal this way? This way was much more fun. No worries or self-consciousness. No obsessing over a few added inches that Duke didn’t seem to mind if the way he pounded against them was any indication. Just great sex with good friends.

  Amazing sex with great friends. Duke had her pushing to meet him just so she could feel as much of him as possible. His growling chuckle said he liked her efforts. This was the Duke she remembered. There hadn’t been a party or a group outing that happened without him partaking of her ass, not even after she’d started dating Lucas. So long as Duke had had a condom and room to move, Emily had been on his lap, moaning and wanting more.

  It was wonderful to know things hadn’t changed. With Lucas’s coin to help out, things were returning to the way they should be. Emily welcomed that. She welcomed it so much she keened with her climax.

  Duke hugged her waist as he came. A hard sigh spilled from his lips. “There we go. Much better.” He loosened his hold slowly until he’d let Emily go and then backed out of her asshole. “Now you all can talk.”

  Lucas said, “Now that Em has finished her meal, she can have dessert. Care to do the honors, Claudia?”

  Claudia arched at eyebrow at him. “Honors?”

  Duke said, “Don’t act like you don’t want a piece of this action. You were fingering yourself while rubbing Emi’s clit.”

  “Oh. Those honors.”

  “Oh, those honors,” Duke said, mimicking Claudia’s voice. “Listen to her trying to play it off. I bet she’s soaked.” He turned to Emily. “Where do you want her?”

  Emily righted herself on the bench so she sat facing it. “Don’t ask me. Lucas is running this show. I’m just the entertainment.”

  Lucas said, “You don’t have to sound so resigned about it.”

  “Since you’re probably going to keep flip-flopping, I am.”

  “Like I said, I’ll work on that. For now, it is what it is.” Lucas thought for a moment. “In fact, I want to try something. Claudia, I think you should offer Emily dessert.”

  Claudia asked, “What kind of dessert?”

  Richard said, “Peaches would be my first guess.”

  “Peaches and cream,” Duke said at the same time. “Believe it or not, Claudia has a recipe for it she makes from time to time. And then there’s what’s under her skirt, which is just as sweet.” He winked at Claudia when she flicked him off. “Later. Emi wore me out. I need some recovery time.”

  Lucas said, “That’s perfect. Em loves peaches and cream.”

  “Yes I do. Both meanings,” Emily said, grinning.

  “Em, you’re going to see Claudia’s pussy and think it’s a bowl of peaches and cream. You’re going to eat her out the way you would normally when muff diving, complete with reactions but you’ll think you’re eating a nice bowl of peaches and cream.”

  “Got it.” Emily liked this already. It had the makings of being very interesting at least.

  “The bowl is finished when Claudia comes.”

  Duke said, “Scratch that. Claudia probably won’t last long with Emi at the helm. I remember she did pretty well in the muff marathon too.”

  Emily said, “Third place. I don’t feel too bad about that since two lesbians took first and second.”

  “We need another ending cue or Claudia will tap out before we get a decent show.”

  Lucas said, “I’ll put my hand on Em’s back. Claudia, just say when.”

  Claudia said, “I can do that.”

  To Emily, Lucas said, “The bowl is finished when I put my hand on your back.”

  Emily nodded.

  “Let’s do this. Sew-sew in.” He waved Claudia forward.

  Duke said, “Spread ’em nice and wide, Claudia. Don’t act like you’ve never been eaten out on top of a table before.”

  Claudia rolled her eyes. “Emily, I know you said I didn’t have to but I brought a dessert. I hope you left room.”

  Emily said, “I always leave room for dessert.”

  “Lucas said you’re fond of peaches and cream. I hope you like it.” Claudia sat on the tabletop with her feet on the edge of the table, her knees raised and her skirt parted, showing her bare pussy to Emily.

  Lucas said, “And I thought Em was the only one going without panties today.”

  Duke’s lips curved into a smirk. “We stopped off for a quickie at a
rest stop. That’s the other reason we were late.”

  Claudia said, “We wouldn’t have if I had known this was going to happen.” She shifted forward, sliding her ass closer to the edge, and watched Emily closely.

  Emily passed one finger over Claudia’s wet slit in a slow, light caress. Claudia’s breath hitched. After sucking Claudia’s moisture from her finger, Emily said, “Mmmmm. Delicious. I haven’t had peaches and cream in forever. Thanks for bringing it.”

  Before Claudia could answer, Emily lowered her head so she could lap at Claudia’s pussy from entrance to clit in long, sweeping strokes.

  Claudia reclined onto the table, pulling her knees up to her chest and panting. “My pleasure.” She let out a happy yip. “So much pleasure. Oh yes, Emily. Lick that pussy.” Another peal of enjoyment left her and she spread her legs more. “Let me know and I’ll bring it any time you want. Every time. All the time. Oh God, yes.”

  Emily focused her attention on Claudia’s clit, rubbing the flat of her tongue against it in quick licks that had Claudia squirming. A few rapid sucks garnered a delighted squeal followed by a blissful moan.

  Claudia rasped, “This is…is… How is she so good?” She didn’t give anyone a chance to answer her question before she cried out, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Eat me.”

  Duke said, “Notice how she only offers it to Emi.”

  Claudia snapped, “Yours is at home and you can have it any time.”

  “Yeah, but this time it looks better than usual.”

  “You’re only saying that because Emily is eating it.” Claudia gasped hard. “And so well. Oh!”

  Emily tickled a finger into Claudia’s channel and made a beckoning motion as she continued laving Claudia’s clit with attention. Claudia bucked beneath her mouth.

  Duke shrugged. “Maybe. I do know I’ve seen you with a lot of women and none of them have gotten you talking and begging this much.”

  Emily laughed as she sat back and waved her free hand at Claudia’s pussy. “If you want some, Duke…”

  “No, no. I’m just being an ass. I wouldn’t dream of making you stop.” He twirled his hand in the air to indicate she should keep going.

  “Don’t say I didn’t offer.” Emily bent to Claudia’s clit, cocking her head one way and then the other so she stimulated different parts of it.

  From Claudia’s gratified keens, Emily guessed she succeeded. Claudia’s hot, damp flesh pulsed around Emily’s finger in a way that meant she wanted another. Emily gave it to her, pumping in rapid, short strokes.

  Claudia arched off the table as she came. Her ecstasy-filled moan turned into clipped whimpers. She waved her hand frantically.

  Duke said, “That’s her tapping out.”

  Lucas put his hand on Emily’s back. She lifted her head from Claudia’s pussy, licking her lips and removing her fingers. Lucas hooked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close for a kiss, sweeping his tongue over hers. He held her when she would have pulled away and kept hold of her until he seemed satisfied. “You’re right, Em. Claudia’s peaches and cream is good.”

  Emily shook off his hold. “You could have asked if you wanted some.”

  “I liked my way better.” He got up and surveyed the empty dishes that had been pushed to the edge of the table and scattered to the ground. “We’ve got plastic containers of all sizes full of food, packed up and ready to go in the house. Take everything. I don’t want to hear Em complaining about it later.”

  “I’ll get the containers.” She climbed off the bench and headed for the house.

  Claudia rolled off the picnic table and jogged after her. “I’ll help.”

  “Thanks. It isn’t that much.”

  “I didn’t figure but the boys looked like they wanted to talk shop or something. You know how they get.”

  Emily held the door open for Claudia to pass her and followed. Before she could head for the cabinet with the containers, Claudia grabbed hold of Emily’s hand and pulled her to the living room. Emily asked, “What’s up?”

  “I wanted to talk away from Lucas is all.” Claudia pushed Emily onto the couch and then sat next to her, facing Emily with her knee propped on the cushion between them. Her sarong parted to show her damp pussy. “It has been forever since we chatted. I’d heard you and Bree were roommates in college from Duke but I never imagined you two got into so much trouble.” Claudia trailed her finger over Emily’s breasts. “The kind of trouble that made you so good a moment ago.”

  “We were roommates for the last year. We’d met the semester before in lit class and hit it off. She introduced me to the party scene.”

  “I still can’t see it.” Claudia chuckled. “You a party girl. But you are. There’s no mistaking that.” She edged Emily’s legs apart and then trailed her fingers over Emily’s slit. “Had I known how good you are, I would have insisted we get together long ago.”

  Lucas entered the living room with a knowing grin sitting on his face. “What are you two doing?”

  Claudia said, “Leaving you men to do all the work while we have fun. What does it look like?”

  “It looks like you’re trying to sex up my wife.”

  “That too.”

  “You want me to flip her out for you. It might make things more interesting. That is unless you like her like this.”

  Claudia said, “Do it.”

  “Snip-snip out.”

  Emily asked, “Are you guys cleaning up?”

  Lucas said, “That we are and eating. Rich and Duke are hungry. After we put the table and grill away, we’re going to dig in. Did you want anything?”

  “Just Claudia to keep going.”

  Claudia said, “Likewise.”

  Lucas shrugged. “Okay. Just making sure. Continue. I’ll get the containers so we can eat. Take your time.” He shook his head as he left.

  Emily said to Claudia, “You were good.”

  Claudia inched closer. “So were you. Very good. Fantastic. Allow me to return the favor.”

  “If you want.” Emily turned on the couch and reclined against the arm with one leg draped over the back, opening herself and eagerly awaiting what Claudia wanted to do.

  “You are so beautiful, Emily. I never realized how much until now.” Claudia smoothed her hands up the insides of Emily’s thighs. “How sensual. Bree turns down my invitations as much as you and Lucas. I don’t know much about her because I met you all after college. How much did you and Bree do?”

  Emily laughed breathily. “Too much to name. We enjoyed each other as much as possible, as often as possible, with or without an audience.”

  “Oh?” Claudia spread Emily’s pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. “It’s always the quiet ones with the hottest desire.” She lowered Emily’s right leg from the back of the couch so she could straddle it and shuffle forward. The damp heat of her pussy titillated Emily’s skin as Claudia maneuvered her right foot to the floor. Leaning forward, she said, “I’m not going to let you tell me no any longer.”

  “Who said I was going to?” Emily pulled Claudia close for a searching kiss. She gasped as Claudia rubbed the flats of her fingers over Emily’s clit.

  Claudia sat up, holding Emily’s left ankle. She lifted it high and slid closer, bringing her pussy atop of Emily’s. Their moisture mingled as their pussies engaged in a kiss similar to the ones their lips had. Claudia snaked her body, dragging her slit over Emily’s.

  “Ah!” Emily pressed her head against the couch cushions, shifting her hips up.

  Claudia moved again. Slow. Testing. A scooping motion that tickled her short hairs over Emily’s clit, pulling from her a wanting moan. Claudia paused to adjust her legs and put one hand on the back of the couch. When she resumed, she rocked at a steady speed.

  Emily panted her delight. She gripped Claudia’s thigh when the woman started moving faster. The thrill of sliding against each other, clits bumping and hairs rasping in that way that tantalized, kept Emily vocalizing her enjoyment. Claudia breathed har
d with her head thrown back, obviously feeling it as much as Emily but holding it together because she controlled the pace.

  “Oh God!” Claudia screamed the words. The outpouring seemed to urge her faster.

  She and Emily alternated between moaning together and taking turns. Emily shook her head as an orgasm threatened. She couldn’t hold it back. “Coming.”

  Claudia nodded, as if she felt the same urgency.

  Emily gulped air as her muscles tightened and she peaked. The sensation didn’t end. Claudia continued. She hugged Emily’s leg between her breasts as she trembled but didn’t stop moving, didn’t end their joint gratification.

  In this way, they crested so many climaxes that Emily lost count. It seemed as if they were stuck at the top and neither wanted to come down. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on Claudia’s arms and glued a few strands of hair to her forehead but she continued.

  “You two finished yet?” Duke asked from the kitchen doorway.

  Emily glanced at Duke standing next to Lucas and Richard. The men stared, each one holding a plate of food and eating.

  Richard said, “Doesn’t look like it.”

  Emily and Claudia were close, but Emily couldn’t say that. The men should be able to tell by the way Claudia was leaning into Emily and slowing her pace. Little by little Claudia slowed until their lower lips pressed together. Claudia leaned heavily on the back of the couch. Her labored breathing and Emily’s rumbling purrs were a testament to the wonderful encounter they’d shared.

  Claudia whispered, “Finished.” She pushed up and sat back from Emily. “So very finished. That was wonderful.” She gave a tired laugh.

  Emily sat up with a nod. She was as exhausted as Claudia appeared but sated too. This barbecue had been a wonderful idea. She looked at Lucas.

  He finished the bite of food in his mouth and then jerked his thumb to the kitchen. “Inside. She can’t see you out here.”

  Richard and Duke took their food into the kitchen.

  Lucas stepped out of sight and said, “Sew-sew in.”

  Emily said, “We should get back.”

  Claudia snorted. “No we shouldn’t. Let them handle it. Just relax. You’re in no more position to move than I am.”

  They stayed on the couch while the men finished eating and cleaning up.