Heart Song Anthology

by Carolyn Faulkner

  Alison made her way straight for the chilling wine. “Now this is what I call a welcome gift.” She reached for a bottle, unwrapped the foil from around the top, popped the cork and poured some wine into two glasses. She picked up the glasses and turned to Warrington, intending to offer him one.

  “Is that for me or him?” asked Miranda. She was standing just inside the doorway, the door clicking shut behind her the moment Alison noticed her.

  Alison stopped, standing still, a surprised expression on her face.

  “You did say come a little earlier, didn’t you? Am I too early?” asked Miranda.

  Alison gathered herself. “No.’ She stepped forward, going past Warrington, and offering a glass of champagne to Miranda, looking apologetically at Warrington while doing so. “You’re right on time. Cheers.”

  The two women clinked champagne flutes while Warrington moved over to the bar and poured himself a scotch. Leaning against the bar, he turned to look at the two women as they sipped their wine.

  Knowing her as well as he did, Warrington could sense that Alison was nervous and excited at the same time. He could tell by the numerous little sips of her champagne that she was taking, avoiding having to talk if her glass was at her lips all the time. The fact that she was shuffling on her feet also gave away her anxious state. Warrington slipped the open champagne bottle out of the cooler. Carrying it, he walked over and stood beside Alison.

  Alison sensed Warrington beside her, and she leaned into him for comfort. She did this when she was nervous, grounding herself through him. He reached across with the champagne bottle, pouring more into Alison’s empty glass.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.

  “I think you’re doing that all by yourself,” he replied.

  “Maybe,” she said, lifting the newly filled glass to her lips, taking another series of small sips, looking over the rim of the glass at Miranda.

  “Shall we all sit?” Miranda asked as she moved towards the couch.

  Alison followed, sitting next to her. Warrington came over to sit on the couch as well, the three of them filling the tight space, their knees touching. Warrington reached a hand behind Alison, gently placing it on her neck.

  Alison continued sipping her champagne, feeling the warmth of Warrington’s hand on her neck. She then felt the back of Miranda’s hand gently stroking her cheek. Alison smiled, placing her flute glass on the coffee table in front of her. She wasn’t sure what to do or whose touch to respond to, so she sat motionless, indulging in both. It was an odd, but pleasing sensation, Warrington on her left, Miranda on her right, feeling the warm touch of two lovers, not just one. She closed her eyes to focus more.

  Warrington’s hand began to creep up her neck, to the point where his fingers intertwined in her hair. He grabbed hold, pulling her head backwards.

  Alison kept her eyes closed, whispering in her mind the word ‘yes’. Yes, she was going to do this, yes, she wanted this to happen. Yes.

  Warrington pulled her head all the way back so that it was resting on the back of the couch.

  She felt Miranda’s warm breath on the side of her neck. Yes. She could smell Miranda’s perfume, sweet and subtle. She felt Miranda’s long, thick hair brush her cheek as Miranda pressed her lips to her neck, closed at first, warm and slightly wet. Miranda’s tongue flicked out from between her lips, warming Alison’s neck even more. So sensuous, so sensual. The next thing she felt was Miranda’s teeth nibbling on her neck. It startled Alison, and she jumped a little, but Warrington held her hair tight, not allowing her to move her head.

  Miranda bit harder, pain and pleasure shooting through Alison. Alison squirmed, trying to pull her neck away. Miranda’s teeth were sunk into her skin, holding her. Alison stopped pulling, the pain greater than the pleasure. Miranda let Alison go, and Alison brought her hand up to her neck where Miranda bit her, rubbing the spot.

  “Sorry,” said Miranda, “I get a little too excited sometimes.” With this she brushed Alison’s hand away, licking and kissing the spot she’d just bitten, cooling the sting.

  With Miranda at Alison’s neck, Alison felt Warrington’s hand on her knee. Instinctively, she brought her knees together, causing Warrington to tug on her hair.

  “Open,” he said.

  Alison obeyed.

  Warrington’s hand slid up the inside of her left thigh. Even though it was warm, it made Alison shiver. His hand continued to move up her inner thigh, getting higher, getting warmer. It came to rest at the place where her panties met her upper thigh. Warrington fingered the edge of her panties. “Miranda,” he said, “help me take these off.”

  Miranda looked to see where Warrington’s hand was and smiled.

  Alison tensed. She was used to Warrington removing her panties, but having Miranda’s fingers near her panties, near her pussy, caused Alison anxiety. Sure, Miranda had touched her there before, but Alison hadn’t known who it was at the time. This time was different. This time she was aware of what was going on, allowing it.

  “Matt, maybe a little slower. Let’s take this a little slower,” Alison said.

  It was too late. Miranda’s hand was on Alison’s knee and her lips were at her ear. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll go slow.”

  Miranda kissed Alison’s cheek as she slid her hand under Alison’s dress, Miranda’s hand slowly sliding up Alison’s thigh to her panties. Alison could feel Miranda’s fingers sliding under them, touching the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, rubbing and petting Alison.

  Miranda breathed into Alison’s ear. “So sweet,” she said as she inched her fingers towards Alison’s pussy. Miranda found it, then deftly moved to Alison’s clit, flicking a finger over it. Alison’s body responded, her legs closing around Miranda’s hand. Alison noticed Warrington had removed his hand and was now moving around the suite, but she didn’t bother wondering where he was going, she was too preoccupied with Miranda.

  Alison pressed her left hand down on top of her dress, over the hand Miranda had between Alison’s legs. Alison squeezed her thighs together while pressing down, allowing Miranda enough room to move her hand and fingers, yet adding to the pressure. Miranda shifted a bit on the couch to get a better angle, continuing to flick a finger over Alison’s clit. As the warmth and wetness grew within Alison, Miranda began alternating between teasing Alison’s clit and drawing a finger along the slit of Alison’s pussy. She left the clit to add more, gentle pressure on Alison’s pussy lips, drawing a line from top to bottom, delving a little deeper with each pass until subtly, pleasurably, she slid a finger inside Alison. Alison gasped, pressing Miranda’s hand even more, forcing it deeper, moving her hips to feel the full extent of Miranda’s entry into her. Alison slid her body forward, half off the couch now, taking Miranda with her.

  Miranda pulled free of Alison’s grip, swinging her whole body in front of Alison, kneeling before her.

  Alison moaned her displeasure before realizing Miranda was reaching under her dress with both hands to slide her panties off her. Alison lifted her hips, obliging.

  Miranda held Alison’s lingerie for a brief second before tossing it aside and standing up. Standing over Alison, she extended her arm to her, beckoning her to take it.

  “Let’s go, sweetie. Let’s move over to the bed.”

  Alison smiled, taking Miranda’s hand. Alison was fully invested in this now, and the smile and pleasure on her face showed it. Miranda pulled Alison up, wrapping an arm around her. Alison lay her head on Miranda’s shoulder as Miranda directed her towards the bedroom.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Alison asked.

  “Don’t know yet,” replied Miranda.

  “You know you can do whatever you want. The two of you, whatever. I trust you. I trust you both.”

  “Mmm, that’s good to hear,” purred Miranda. She guided Alison through the bedroom doorway.

  Warrington sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, his tuxedo jacket off and hanging over the back of a chair, his tie
and shoes cast off on the floor.

  Seeing Warrington on the bed, Alison said, “I wondered where you disappeared to.”

  “I thought I would give the two of you a little time to get comfortable.”

  Alison walked into the room, moving towards Warrington. “I’m comfortable,” she said.

  Warrington stood up, taking her in his arms and kissing her. The kiss was a long one, long enough for Miranda to come from behind and unzip Alison’s dress. It fell to the floor. With a snap, Miranda unhooked Alison’s bra.

  Alison stood naked; her body pressed against Warrington’s. Suddenly, Alison became self-conscious, concerned Miranda would be looking at her ass. She tried to drop her arms behind her to use her hands to cover her ass, but Warrington held her at the shoulders, restricting her movements.

  Alison felt Miranda’s hands on her ass cheeks. “Lovely,” she heard Miranda say.

  Miranda began kneading Alison’s cheeks with both hands, grabbing and pinching, alternately gentle and rough, drawing circles; her fingers and hands rubbing closer and deeper between her cheeks.

  Alison felt Miranda’s finger gently touch her asshole, accompanied by a cold, wet sensation. Alison gasped, realizing Miranda was gently pressing against her opening, trying to insert a finger into her ass.

  “Shh,” breathed Miranda into Alison’s ear. “it’s all right, breathe.”

  Alison relaxed, and Miranda’s finger slid easily into her asshole. At the same time, Warrington kissed her deeply again, holding her close, distracting her from what Miranda was doing. After a few seconds, Miranda removed her finger, replacing it with the cold tip of a silver butt plug, a fake diamond shining on the outer end. It wasn’t very large, but Alison still felt the pressure of it opening her up. One gentle forward push by Miranda and a subtle thrust of Alison’s hips and the plug was inserted.

  Miranda stepped forward, pressing her body against Alison’s back. Alison felt Miranda’s body pressing hers into Warrington’s. Miranda was naked, her firm breasts and long nipples pushing into Alison’s back. Miranda’s arms engulfing her as she reached around her to touch Warrington. Miranda’s downy blond bush tickling Alison’s ass cheeks.

  Miranda and Warrington were about the same height, Alison a head shorter. Miranda was leaning her head over Alison’s left shoulder, kissing Warrington with Alison sandwiched between them, Warrington still holding Alison’s shoulders needlessly. Alison couldn’t move, pinned between the two of them. Miranda’s long blond hair fell over Alison’s face.

  Miranda released Warrington and Warrington released Alison. Even so, Alison pushed her body forward into Warrington’s. She didn’t want to stand alone, naked in the middle of the room and wasn’t sure what to do next. It was easier when it was just her and Warrington, but with a third person? She wasn’t sure where to look and who to touch, so she waited for someone else to take the lead.

  Miranda took control. She placed a hand on Alison’s shoulder, turning her to face her. Alison saw Miranda in her full, beautiful nakedness. Alison couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous. She now knew why all the men wanted Miranda. She was tall, her breasts were larger and firm with long, erect nipples. Her flat belly led to a tuft of trimmed blond hair crowing her pink, puffy pussy lips. Even her feet looked perfect. Miranda’s ass was small, firm and round.

  Alison wilted upon seeing Miranda’s body, conscious of her small breasts, her soft belly that never really did tighten up after the birth of her child, and her ass that was lower than it ever was. She became self-conscious, drawing her arms across her chest as Miranda stepped towards her.

  Miranda pulled open Alison’s arms, wrapping her in an embrace. Miranda placed her lips on Alison’s cheek, gently planting a kiss on it.

  “You are so beautiful,” Alison said giving in to Miranda, wrapping her arms around her, her hand sliding down to touch the small of her back.

  “You’re the beautiful one,” Miranda breathed into Alison’s ear. The way Miranda said it, hearing Miranda’s voice in her ear, made Alison believe, in that moment, she was beautiful. She drew strength from Miranda’s whispered breath and embrace, holding her tighter, kissing her deeply, longingly, lovingly. Yes, she wanted this.

  Miranda’s hands made its way to Alison’s breasts, gently cupping them, petting, and caressing them. Miranda’s hand slid over Alison’s belly, stopping there to caress her softness. Alison’s self-consciousness was gone as she warmed to Miranda’s touch. She marvelled at how different it was from Warrington’s. She loved Warrington’s touch, she always would, but his was different. Miranda seemed to know and understand her body instantly, what to touch, when to touch and how to touch. Miranda’s touch was a shared experience, Alison’s body touching her back through her fingers.

  From her belly Miranda moved down, over Alison’s smooth, shaved pelvis, moving down Alison’s legs. Alison reacted in concert with Miranda, making way by sliding her bare feet ever so slightly across the carpet. Miranda’s fingers found Alison warm and wet, the anticipation of Miranda making her way between Alison’s legs excited Alison. Alison quivered when Miranda’s finger landed on her clit, her knees buckling a little as Miranda played on her slit.

  Wrapped up in Miranda’s embrace, Alison lost track of Warrington until she felt him behind her, holding her shoulders again. He was naked now. Alison leaned her head backwards, placing it on Warrington’s chest, enjoying the feel of her firm, hard man behind her. As Miranda began inserting two fingers deeper into her, Alison spread her legs a little wider. Warrington held her steady. She could feel her juices flowing, and she loved it. She wanted more of her man, so she pressed her ass backwards, making contact with Warrington’s warm, hard erection.

  Alison reached one arm behind herself, grabbing Warrington’s neck, pulling his head down to meet her wanting, hungry lips. With her other hand she reached back and grabbed Warrington’s penis, stroking it, squeezing it, enjoying the feel of the blood rushing through the hard shaft.

  Alison roughly kissed Warrington, nibbling on his tongue and biting his lip as Miranda drove two fingers quickly, deeply into her. Alison didn’t know what to focus on more: the pleasure she felt between her legs or the pleasure she held in her hand. Her body decided for her. Alison felt the orgasm welling up inside her, and she wanted it to come quickly. She began moving up and down to the rhythm of Miranda’s thrust, pushing down on her fingers, driving them deeper. She held on to Warrington even tighter, supporting herself through him, the motion of her body drawing her hand down, jerking his penis as she rode Miranda’s fingers.

  A shudder ran through Alison’s body as her orgasm exploded through her. She came harder than she ever had before. Her eyes were shut tight, her mind was blank, void of any thought other than the sensations running through her body. Her whole body trembled. She fought the urge to tumble to the floor. If it weren’t for Warrington holding her from behind, she would have fallen over. She let go of Warrington’s penis, reaching forward to steady herself, placing her hands on Miranda’s shoulders, tumbling forward onto her.

  Miranda held Alison up, wrapping her in an embrace. Miranda brought her fingers up to Alison’s lips. “Taste,” she cooed into Alison’s ear.

  Without protest, Alison sucked the tip of Miranda’s fingers. Alison was amazed at how wet they were, how much of her juices flowed onto Miranda’s fingers and hand. As she sucked on Miranda’s fingers, Miranda feeding her one after the other, she felt Warrington slide the butt plug out of her asshole.

  Alison looked over her shoulder, knowing, saying, “Yes.”

  Warrington slid his hard, wrapped cock between Alison’s ass cheeks. She was ready for his large penis, prepared by Miranda. That preparation and the lube on the condom, eased his entry as Alison pushed her hips backwards. Once he was fully in, he remained still, allowing her to get used to his presence there.

  Alison turned her attention back to Miranda. Even though she had never been with a woman before, instinctively, she knew what to do. She brought
her own fingers to her lips before sliding them down towards Miranda’s pussy. She brushed Miranda’s soft pubic hair before finding Miranda’s clit. Not surprisingly, Miranda was wet, her pussy lips swollen and open. Alison drew her index finger back and forth across Miranda’s wet pussy lips before bringing a finger up to flick against her clit.

  The sensation caused Miranda to fall backwards onto the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she clutched her breasts, one hand on each, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Alison smiled, pleased to see the reaction she’d caused. Miranda lifted and opened her legs. She looked at Alison, beckoning her forward with her eyes as she slid her body up the bed, her head coming to rest on a pillow.

  Warrington saw what was happening and pulled out of Alison, freeing her to crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, smiling, angling her face towards Miranda’s open legs. She looked back at Warrington, seeing him standing at the end of the bed, removing the condom, smiling.

  His penis was rock hard.

  “Matt,” Alison waved for him to follow her onto the bed.

  Miranda lay back, her head resting on the pillow, her hair creating a halo around her flushed face, and Alison crawled closer, slowly lowering her face towards Miranda’s glistening pussy. Miranda’s downy blond bush stopped above her clit, her pink puffy, bald pussy glowing with her juices. Alison lowered her face into Miranda, smelling the warmth of Miranda’s sex, feeling the heat of her pussy on her cheeks.

  Alison tentatively flicked her tongue over Miranda’s slit, tasting a woman, other than herself, for the first time. “Yes,” she breathed, before pressing her tongue more firmly onto Miranda, the tip of her tongue finding Miranda’s open pussy lips. Alison traced a line with her tongue up and down along Miranda’s pussy.

  As Warrington inserted his penis into Alison’s pussy from behind, she briefly raised her head. She spread her legs wider to give him a better angle. Warrington began rapidly pounding Alison from behind, ramming his penis deep inside her, knocking her forward, pressing her face into Miranda’s spread, open body. Alison used this motion, pushing out her tongue, letting it press hard against Miranda’s clit with each of Warrington’s thrusts.