by MP Frank
When his wife had finished shaking, David released the rope and lowered her to the floor, then removed the blindfold and earplugs.
“Gaëlle, can you hold Dani’s upper body?” he asked. “I have to pull this out, before she contracts around it.”
Gaëlle kneeled beside Dani, who was still quivering. The easiest way for her to immobilize Dani was to put the weight of her naked torso across Dani’s bare breasts. She felt her erect nipples rubbing against the hard currants of Dani’s nipples. Dani tensed up and wrapped her arms round Gaëlle as David began to pull on the massive dildo. Gaëlle tried to make herself heavier, to keep Dani flat on the floor. The fingers of Dani’s right hand began to slide down Gaëlle’s spine, tracing its course into her knickers. The hand probed between her buttocks and then between her thighs until Dani was able to slip two fingers into Gaëlle’s vagina.
There was a distinct sound, like a boot being pulled out of mud, and Gaëlle heard David’s sigh of relief as the dildo came free. She was about to move, when Dani clasped her tight round the upper body with her spare arm. The fingers in Gaëlle’s sex became more urgent. She was aware that her juices were running down her inner thigh. Then she felt Dani’s fingers come into contact with the barbell through her piercing.
“What’s this? Dani murmured in her ear.
“New piercing,” Gaëlle answered. “Do you want to have a look?”
Dani released Gaëlle and got to her knees. She bent over Gaëlle’s belly, pulled her knickers aside and parted her labia. “Come and look, David,” she called. “Gaëlle has a piercing, really deep in her pussy.”
Gaëlle lay back and allowed herself to be inspected. She’d been enjoying Dani’s caresses and rather regretted that they seemed to have been put on hold. However, she did take pleasure in the admiration they were showing for her new piercing, even if it was only with the temporary barbell.
“I didn’t think it was possible to pierce so deeply,” David said, so Gaëlle had to explain that relatively few women were able to wear a triangle decoration.
“Is that your usual ring for it?” Dani asked.
“No. I have yet to find one I can wear every day, although I do have a special pin that I think looks great. I haven’t been able to wear it for more than a few minutes, so far, though.”
“What’s so special about it?” David asked.
“It’s hard to explain in words. I can show you, though, if you want. It isn’t pretty, but I hope it makes me look erotic. “
“If we let you show your special thing to us, will you let David and me fuck you?” Dani asked. Gaëlle jumped.
“Pardon? Did I hear you right?”
Dani kissed her gently on the lips. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t very subtle, was it? Blame that dildo, it makes me very vulgar. Let me try again. Do you remember when I had to leave after we’d explored each other all afternoon? What was the last thing you said to me?”
Gaëlle thought back ten years or more, then she nodded. “I asked if you would consider Jérôme or David joining us,” she said.
“Exactly! And since Jérôme can’t, will David do?”
Gaëlle thought for a moment. She hadn’t had straight sex with a man since Jérôme. Maybe it was the right time to accept this offer, with someone she knew and liked. It had to be an improvement on Odile’s experiences with men whose only qualification stuck out from between their thighs.
“I want you to see my pin first,” she said. “Perhaps when you see it in place, you won’t want to fuck me, singly or together.”
“Do you have it with you? Will you show it to us before you put it in, if there’s something unsightly about it when it’s in place?” David asked.
“No. You’ll be the first people to see me wearing it, and that’s how I want you to see it,” Gaëlle said. “When I’ve shown you it, I’ll be ready for both of you to fuck me as long and as hard and in any way you want.”
“We may hold you to that,” Dani warned her. “David has a lot of stamina.”
Gaëlle went back downstairs to get her handbag. The pin was in a side pocket. She took the box out but didn’t open it yet. She shouted up the stairs.
“Where can I go to put it in?”
“There’s a cloakroom just on your right. You can even lock yourself in, if you like, so we can’t peep!” Dani called.
There was a mirror in the cloakroom, and Gaëlle took a moment to look at herself. Her upper body was bare, and her nipples were standing out rock hard. Her white cotton knickers were showing a damp patch down by the crotch, evidence that she’d been turned on by watching Dani. If she’d realized that this was going to be a sexy evening, she’d have put on something more appropriate, she reflected. She dropped her knickers around one ankle and put the other foot up on the toilet seat. It took some time and care to wiggle the barbell out of the piercing. When it was done, she had to pause for a moment to breathe properly before bending over again to fit Jérôme’s pin. It was easier than the first time she’d tried, for which she was grateful. It wasn’t quite as painful this time, either. The hole must have healed properly.
She straightened up. She didn’t dare to look as she turned the pin so that it was positioned as intended, sitting horizontally across the cleft of her sex. The lights around the mirror were designed for doing makeup rather than for inspecting one’s pubic mound, she realized. She’d have to balance on the lavatory seat to see how she looked. She climbed up and stood erect, so the lights shone brightly on her belly. With the pin in place, her clitoris hood and inner labia were significantly distended. They protruded from the slot of her sex, looking anything but neat or natural, and were already deep red and angry-looking with engorged blood. Her swollen clitoris looked as if it was peering blindly over the pin from inside its hood. Gaëlle carefully pushed the hood back, to expose her clitoris as much as possible. She was ready. She pulled her knickers back up, being careful not to pull them tight against the newly stretched hood and labia. She opened the door and went out, very conscious that already she was in discomfort.
“Well!” Dani said from the top of the stairs. “That took long enough. I hope it was worth it!”
“It is for me. You’ll have to judge for yourselves,” Gaëlle said. She made her way gingerly to the top of the stairs and followed Dani back down the corridor to the playroom. David was sitting on a stool, waiting.
“I should tell you that I don’t altogether understand my own motivation for what I’m about to show you,” Gaëlle said, wincing. “The triangle piercing was something that I wanted to have done because it was anatomically possible for me, whereas for most women it isn’t. Wearing this pin is physically quite distressing. The best analogy I can give you is of a wound, which is at that stage of healing when it’s hot, itching and throbbing. I know it isn’t pretty, but I’ve spent the last twenty years doing my best to look attractive and sexy and I felt it was time I tried something that was different. If you tell me it looks horrendously ugly, I can’t help that. Right now, this is how I want to present myself when I choose.”
She turned her back, pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them. She took a deep breath and turned to face Dani and David, pushing her hips forward. She kept her thighs together so the clitoris hood and inner labia protruded as if her sex had been split open.
“Oh my goodness!” Dani cried out. “What have you done to yourself? Let me see.”
Dani got on her knees beside Gaëlle and peered closely. “Oh, your poor, pretty little pussy, Gaëlle! It’s usually so neat, so tidy! It must be hurting you, surely? Isn’t it?”
“It’s almost unbearable,” Gaëlle admitted through clenched teeth. “But that’s what I want, don’t you understand? I want to look and feel obscene and ugly for once, but also as sexual as possible.”
David approached Gaëlle and looked closely at her sex. He held out the back of his hand towards it. “I can feel the heat from you, Gaëlle,” he said. “I don’t think it would be good for you to keep the pi
n in place for too much longer. But I do understand your desire. You’re quite right. You do look obscene, but also amazingly sexy.”
He kneeled down in front of Gaëlle, gently moved her thighs apart and pressed his lips against her swollen, distended labia. His tongue brushed the tip of her jutting clitoris, setting off a chain reaction that ran through the clitoris, the labia and up through the pulsing walls of her vagina. In the mirror, Gaëlle could see the reflection of herself, a woman wearing only stockings, thrusting her hips forward, her mouth hanging open as the power of her orgasm was expressed in one long, lung-bursting, animal howl. Then her knees gave way and she collapsed on the floor, sobbing.
“Please take it out for me, Dani. It hurts so much,” she begged, when she could speak again.
David said. “Can you tolerate it for a moment longer, Gaëlle? Can you stand up?”
She nodded, and struggled to her feet.
“Legs apart, just as you were a moment ago, will you?” David asked. “Now, Dani, stand close beside Gaëlle, please. That’s it, hang your hand over her shoulder to caress her breast. I don’t imagine you’ll do this too often, so a photo will remind us all of how you look tonight.” There was no flash from the camera, but David seemed satisfied.
“Now, let’s get the pin out,” he said. David and Dani kneeled in front of Gaëlle again, and between them managed to unscrew the two parts of the pin and slide it out. Gaëlle’s labia retracted inside her cleft, but her clitoris, massively swollen, still jutted out.
“Does it still hurt, now that the pin is out?” Dani asked.
“Not in the same way,” Gaëlle said, lying back on the floor. “Even though my clitoris is still throbbing madly as if it could burst at any moment. With the pin, it was agony.” She smiled weakly. “Thank you for spoiling me. I know I’m crazy at times. Not many people would have been as understanding, so thank you again. Now I’m ready for you two to fuck me, for as long as you want, using anything you want, penetrating me anywhere that you want. In fact, I’m not just ready for you to do whatever you want with me, I’m begging for it to begin. Are we going to do it here?”
“You’re sure you want some more sexual activity?” David asked. “That wasn’t enough for you?”
“A promise is a promise. Even if I wasn’t feeling in the mood, I’d still tell you I want you both to fuck me. As it is, I’m only too willing, but I’d rather it happened on a bed. This floor is rather hard.”
Dani helped Gaëlle to stand and they made their way through into the master bedroom. Gaëlle lay back on the bed and sighed.
“This is wonderful,” she said. “David, can you please fuck me before my sex is back to normal? I want to know how that feels, if that’s okay with you, Dani.”
David stripped off and kneeled between Gaëlle’s thighs at the foot of the bed. He paused for a moment, poised with the tip of his penis just touching Gaëlle’s swollen labia, then, in a single thrust, buried himself in her vagina to the hilt.
“Oooh! That feels good,” Gaëlle moaned. “It’s been so long.” She lifted her legs up over David’s shoulders, so he could plunge more deeply inside her. She turned her head to where Dani sat watching. “Come and join us, Dani. Please. I want to eat you.”
Dani climbed across the bed and straddled Gaëlle’s face. In that position, she was also able to stretch forward to kiss David. Gaëlle took as much of Dani’s sex into her mouth as she could. The soft labia tasted salty, and she sucked hard on them, adding that pleasure to the ripples in her vagina as David continued his rhythmic thrusts. She hadn’t come by the time he flooded her, but she didn’t mind. He hauled himself onto the bed and watched Gaëlle and Dani.
Eventually, Dani tapped Gaëlle on the arm, “It isn’t going to happen just yet, Gaëlle,” she said. “Just get into bed with us.” She turned down the duvet and all three snuggled under it, Gaëlle in between Dani and David, like spoons. Nobody moved for some time. Gaëlle relaxed, feeling safe between two warm, naked bodies.
Being penetrated by David reminded Gaëlle very emotionally of what she missed from Jérôme. She felt the urge to talk about it. “Thank you for just now” she said to him. “I haven’t had sex with a man since Jérôme. I do miss him still.”
“How could you not?” Dani said. “You two had such a great rapport.”
“Should I have done anything different to remind you?” David asked.
His question awoke memories in Gaëlle, and she had to giggle. “The only thing you didn’t manage was the noises,” she said. “When Jérôme and I had simple sex, you know, just the two of us, like any married couple, he used to make the most extraordinary noises when he finished.” She thought for a moment. “Whooo!” she exclaimed. “Eurgh! Ouf! And if he attempted to talk, there’d be a shudder that broke up the words! S–s–sorry. I her–hope the ner–neighbours are out!” David and Dani joined in her laughter.
“The concept of Jérôme ever struggling to get his words out is hard to imagine,” David conceded. They cuddled for a while. Dani initiated the next phase. She caressed Gaëlle while David watched, then the two women caressed David until he spurted into Dani’s mouth. David and Gaëlle attacked Dani as a team, penetrating her sex and anus with fingers and a dildo that David brought out from a bedside drawer. It went on into the early hours of the morning.
At last, Dani, exhausted, turned to face Gaëlle and wrapped her arms around her. The kiss they exchanged was gentle and loving, rather than fierce and passionate. Gaëlle felt David’s lips on the back of her neck, then his arms encompassed both herself and Dani. In this position, they drifted into sleep
Chapter Twenty-six
It was the door opening quietly that woke Gaëlle. Daylight was creeping across the floor, so she knew it must be quite late. Next to her, Dani sighed in her sleep and turned over, lost to the world. Beyond Dani, David’s soft snore told Gaëlle that she was the only one of the trio to be awake. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinked and then almost cried out. Peering round the door was a girl’s face. Gaëlle recognized Amélie from the photos she’d been looking at the previous evening. Amélie smiled and put a finger to her lips. Gaëlle smiled back, very aware that it was unlikely to be usual for the fourteen-year-old to find her parents in bed with an unknown, bare-breasted woman. Amélie beckoned to her. Gaëlle slipped carefully out of the bed so as not to disturb the other two. She was conscious of her nudity, and caught Amélie’s gaze taking in her depilated sex. Gaëlle couldn’t do anything about that, so she tiptoed across to the door.
Outside in the corridor, Amélie held out a dressing gown to Gaëlle. She took it and put it on, whispering her thanks. Amélie led the way downstairs to the kitchen, where her padded anorak hung dripping over the back of a chair.
“I just made coffee,” she said. “Want some?”
Gaëlle accepted gratefully and sat down at the table. The girl sitting opposite her in jeans and a tee-shirt had changed a little from the photos Gaëlle had seen the previous evening. She’d lost weight and her dark hair had been well-cut. She had her father’s dark eyes, but her mother’s full lips. She would grow into a very attractive woman, Gaëlle decided. “I know you’re Amélie,” Gaëlle said. “I’m Gaëlle. Are you supposed to be here? I thought you were away for the holiday.”
“I ran out of boot socks,” Amélie said, waving a bare foot. “We had a snowball fight this morning and I’m soaked.”
“I’m sorry if you got a shock when you opened the bedroom door,” Gaëlle said. “Or is this something that has happened before?”
“Oh, no. I know all about Mum and Dad’s little games, of course, although they don’t know that I know. But I’ve never seen them in bed with another person before.”
“You’re taking it remarkably serenely,” Gaëlle said.
“I love my parents and if that’s what they enjoy, it’s cool,” Amélie said and shrugged her shoulders. “You all looked so peaceful when I first looked in that I sneaked back for a second look, and that was when you cau
ght me. It was a bit of a surprise to see a topless woman in bed with Mum and Dad, but I guess you’re all old enough to know what you’re doing and why. Then you got out of the bed and I could see why they’d invited you. I hope you had fun.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Amélie. I can see that you have a great relationship with this pair of adolescents you have as parents.”
Amélie laughed. “That’s so true! I’ve been told that until Mum got pregnant with Gaël, Dad was very straitlaced, very focused on money and business. Then something happened that transformed him, the prospect of being a father, perhaps, and he became much more fun.” She looked up at Gaëlle, suddenly. “Gaëlle. How much of a coincidence is my brother’s name?”
“I’ve no idea,” Gaëlle lied. “I met Dani and David about that time. Perhaps they just thought it was a nice name?”
“And I’m the queen of Shangri-La!” Amélie emphasized her disbelief by blowing a raspberry. “But I can see I’m not going to get any more out of you. It’s cool. There are quite a few of my friends at school who’d jump at the chance to have a fling with Dad, I know that. They only come to visit me so they can flirt with him.”
“He’s an attractive man, that’s normal.”
“But I hadn’t realized that Mum was that way.” Amélie shrugged her shoulders again. “You never can tell with people, can you?”
“A teenage philosopher! How lovely!” Gaëlle said. “Just keep thinking that way and you’ll be fine. Now, I must go and find my clothes.”
She made her way up to the games room and rescued her dress. She couldn’t find either her knickers or her stockings, so she slipped the dress on over her naked body and went back to the kitchen.
“If the pair of very soggy white knickers that I found on the landing this morning were yours,” Amélie said, “they’re in the washing basket. Perhaps you’d like to borrow some of mine?”