by Harper Bliss
My pussy contracts at the mention of those words. Charlotte shuffles to the furthest side of the bed, and positions herself on her knees where I can clearly see her. Jill inches closer to her partner and, long fingers curling deliciously, pulls her toward her by the neck. They kiss passionately, not shy about showing tongue, eyes closed, fully engaged. I can see how their bodies respond, how their bellies glue closer together, how their patches of neatly trimmed pubic hair connect.
To have to watch them like that, tied up and completely unable to touch myself, is pure torture. My clit throbs wildly between my legs, and I feel wetness coat my inner thighs again. My skin feels as though it’s on fire and I find myself tugging at my restraints, so great is the need to bring a finger to my clit.
But I can’t. I can’t look away either. This show on display for me is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I know that much. I try to commit as much of it to memory as I can. I’m fully aware of the misery sex tapes can cause, but of this specific encounter, I wouldn’t mind owning one. I wouldn’t even mind looking at myself—wouldn’t mind seeing their fingers disappear into my pussy.
Jill’s hands wander down now, making Charlotte moan already. She tilts her head back and Jill nips at her neck, her lips traveling lower as well. I can see her trace a circle around Charlotte’s clit as she wraps her lips around one of her nipples. I strain my neck so as not to miss any details of this performance, although I know it’s much more than a performance. If I was touched earlier by their intimacy and their invitation to witness it, I’m floored now by what they’re doing for me. They’re giving me their most private selves, showing themselves at the height of abandon.
Jill shifts her body away from Charlotte’s a bit, and I know she does it for me. She wants me to see. She wants me to see how her fingers work—the way they did on me earlier. She breaks contact even more and pins her eyes on me while parting Charlotte’s swollen lips.
Did you get a good look? Her glance seems to ask of me, but all I can do is lie there swallowing the lust out of my throat.
The sexual energy in the room is going through the roof. My clit is trembling as though it’s being touched by an expert hand. I’m so incredibly aroused by what I see that I think I might just come hands-free. And then, the tips of two of Jill’s fingers slide in, through Charlotte’s glistening wetness, into her cunt. Charlotte drapes an arm over Jill’s shoulder, holding on, her legs spread wide, her knees pointed at me. And I know that, as long as I live, I will never forget this image.
Jill’s fingers pick up pace quickly and as much as I want to take a look at Charlotte’s face, at the ecstasy shown in the lines of it, I can’t tear my gaze away from her cunt. When Jill adds another finger, opening up Charlotte wider, I can’t take it anymore. It’s as though I’m right there with Charlotte. On the verge. Ready to come again.
“Come for me, babe,” Jill whispers in Charlotte’s ear, but I hear it loud and clear too, and she might as well be saying the words to me.
The climax that rips through me isn’t as powerful as the previous one, and it shocks me more than anything, but it’s there in the tremor of my muscles, in the halting of my breath. I see the sensations of my own body reflected in Charlotte’s as she tips her head back even further, her fingertips now digging deep into the flesh of Jill’s shoulder, as she comes for Jill—and me.
“Oh fuck,” Charlotte groans as her head bobs back. She pulls Jill in for a kiss and I believe that, this time, she does forget I’m there. Jill brings the hand she fucked Charlotte to climax with to her partner’s chest and spreads the sticky juices over her nipples.
When they break from the kiss, Jill looks from me to Charlotte. “We have one frisky student on our hands here, babe.”
Charlotte’s eyes connect with mine, and they’ve gone even darker. There’s nothing but lust brimming in the shadows there. She may have just come, but she’s nowhere near ready yet. I watch how her gaze meanders from my bound wrists to my still-pulsing pussy lips.
“Did she come too?” Charlotte asks without taking her eyes off me.
All I can do is lie there, mute, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh yes,” Jill says. How can she be so certain?
“That wasn’t the plan.” Charlotte paints a wicked smirk on her face. “But let me see what I can do.” With that she lets her behind fall onto the back of her legs, and brings her face between my legs. Meanwhile, Jill gets up from the bed and opens the drawer from which she retrieved the scarf earlier. I want to look, but I can feel Charlotte’s breath warming up my clit—as if it wasn’t hot enough yet.
I don’t need to turn my head though, because Jill presents me with a black dildo, and the sight of it sets my blood on fire again. If I could, I’d pinch myself, to make sure I wasn’t in the middle of a feverish, endless sex dream.
While Charlotte’s tongue connects with my clit, her hands firmly buried underneath my behind, Jill trails the tip of the dildo over my nipples. My clit, although untouched before, is sensitive from the two orgasms I’ve had already, so I flinch under the touch of Charlotte’s tongue. She’s gentle though, not applying too much pressure, following the cues my body gives her. She licks me with light, broad strokes, giving me time to recover, while making clear that I shouldn’t take too much time either.
My eyes, meanwhile, are glued to Jill’s fingers wrapped around the silicone cock. The tip of it is still busy with my nipples and the impersonal touch of the silicone sends a different kind of shiver up my spine. I grip the railing tightly, holding on as Charlotte’s tongue strokes are getting more insistent. The pulse in my groin picks up, deepening, moving through me with slow, thick beats, spreading warmth underneath my skin. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was more aroused than in this moment. When I add up what came before, the vision of Jill’s fingers fucking Charlotte still fresh in my mind, and what I can logically conclude will happen within the next few minutes, heat takes me again. It’s all I am. Rising heat and bated breath. My flesh but an instrument of lust, a place where their and my intentions meet.
I wish I could step out of my body and see myself, tied up and completely at their mercy. The fact that I’m subject to their will is not solely due to my restraints though. It’s much more present in how they play me so expertly, so in tandem, like a well-practiced double act. I may be a threesome virgin, but it’s obvious that Jill and Charlotte are anything but.
Charlotte trills her tongue over my clit before dragging it all the way down, across my opening, lapping up the copious juices that have gathered there. She does this with so much gusto I’m beginning to believe what she said earlier is more than a joke. Maybe my wetness does procure her with something undefined but exhilarating.
Jill’s eyes are on me when she presents the dildo to me in a different fashion. She holds it in front of my lips suggestively.
“Open up,” she says and her voice has nothing teacher-like in it anymore. This is the voice of a woman who is ready to completely surrender to lust as well.
I part my lips and let her slide in the dildo. She doesn’t push it deep, but I’m fully aware that I have to trust her. I have no hands at my disposal to defend myself. I twirl my tongue around the end, coating it in saliva. Jill slips and slides the toy in and out of my mouth, and I see her pupils dilate a bit. This is turning her on more than anything that came before. The abandon in her eyes excites me beyond belief in return as well.
Between my legs, Charlotte’s tongue now seems to have become a part of my body, the way she’s been welding it to my most intimate, sensitive organ. She twirls and drags it up and down my split and I can feel it building inside of me again. Charlotte can feel it too, because she stops the motion of her tongue and breaks contact, looking up at me. Her chin glistens and her eyes are wild.
“Don’t you dare come again,” she says, but there’s no threat in her tone, only amusement and, perhaps, a little bit of pride.
Jill slips the dildo from my lips, leaving my mouth agape. �
��Move over, babe,” she says to Charlotte, as she shuffles to the end of the bed. Charlotte shifts a bit, but not too much, so her mouth still has access to my clit when she bends over. I can’t see what’s going on down there, my vision is blocked by the back of Charlotte’s head as she slants over me from above, which makes the sensation increase even more. She parts my swollen lips, exposing my clit to the air, while I feel the head of the dildo prod at my entrance.
“Fuck her with it,” I hear Charlotte say. “Give it to her.”
With one hand on my inner thigh for balance, Jill slides the dildo inside of me slowly. A totally different sensation than being fucked by their joint fingers earlier. The dildo isn’t huge, but big enough to fill me, to touch my flesh from the inside in a way that makes me give in even more. My clit is only exposed to air, which is a good thing, because Charlotte hasn’t given me permission to come yet. The instant she touches it again, I’m gone.
“Gorgeous,” Charlotte says, and although I wish—again—that I could see it for myself, the sensation of being filled to the brim, of being taken by them once again, is too overwhelming to have many other wishes left. Jill fucks me slowly but deep, spreading me wide, opening me up for them. My pelvis starts getting lost in a repeated upward motion, meeting Jill’s thrusts. How can I ever take a piano lesson with her again now that she has seen me like this?
Jill adjusts her rhythm to the bucking of my pelvis and, together, we gradually increase the pace.
“Oh god,” I moan, as the dildo starts hitting that sweet spot inside of me, and it’s as though Charlotte was waiting for me to give her that sign—that first throaty, involuntary moan. My outer lips still parted by her fingers, my clitoris still on full display, she leans over and coats it with her warm mouth. I just feel liquid heat covering my distended nub, while Jill is now pistoning the dildo in and out of me at great speed. But then Charlotte lets her tongue come down as well and, quickly, everything turns to black in my mind. My pelvis takes on a life of its own, creating a wave that both Jill and Charlotte expertly ride. One fucking me, the other licking.
Behind my closed eyelids, I see darkness interspersed with rainbows and stars, colors colliding as my pleasure mounts. It all adds up to this. Charlotte was right. If she hadn’t ‘taken the edge off’ earlier, I wouldn’t have reached these heights now. This climax would have arrived too quickly, robbing me of the exquisite build-up and anticipation that intensifies this very moment of starburst and ultimate surrender.
I whimper out some moans as my muscles go rigid then limp, as I come down from that peak they drove me to. Two pairs of hands did that to me. I can barely feel my wrists and I happily ignore that short jolt of pain in my shoulders as I crash onto the bed, my body so spent I could possibly fall asleep within seconds. But I’m also fired up, ready for another round—but not with me as the centre of attention this time.
Jill slides the dildo out of me and chucks it behind her on the bed. My cunt feels as open and wide as she left my mouth earlier. My clit is so tender, anything coming within a radius of an inch to it, would make me recoil. Charlotte shuffles to the top of the bed, a big grin on her face.
“Let’s get this off you,” she says, and motions toward the scarf. It did its job brilliantly, immobilizing me in moments where, if I had not been restrained, I surely would have fought for control. To have it taken away added to the shattering climax I just had, of which the aftershocks still tremble in my muscles now.
As soon as she has loosened the scarf, Charlotte grabs my wrists and takes them in her hands, massaging them and printing kisses where the fabric left dents in my skin.
“God, you’re a treat,” she says, as she finds my eyes. “Now let’s show Jill what you’re made of.” Music to my ears, I think, chuckling inwardly at the musical reference. “She doesn’t like to be tied up, but we can make do without.” From that moment on, from the instant Charlotte gives me permission to go to town on Jill, I only have one wish. I want to spread her legs and lick her pussy. Through all the hours we’ve sat together behind the piano, the thought has never crossed my mind, but something has been unleashed in me, and now it’s all I want.
I glance at Jill, who has given me so much pleasure already.
“Come here,” she says, and beckons me with those fingers of her.
“I’m going to sit this one out and watch,” Charlotte says with anything but a resigned expression on her face. On her knees, she crawls to the end of the bed, rests her back against the railing there, legs spread. “I’m ready for my show.” She exchanges a quick glance with Jill who shoots her a wink. I’m flabbergasted by this pair, by their devilish horniness and the ease with which they play, by how they’ve invited me into their bed without any other agenda but pure pleasure.
Do I have Jill all to myself? Is my short-lived dream about to come true? I think so, because Jill’s hand is in my hair already, dragging me close. Before she kisses me, she looks into my eyes, her glance full of kind lust. “Let’s show her,” she says, before pressing her lips to mine.
And then I kiss my piano teacher. This woman who has seen me walk through her door almost every Saturday afternoon for the past two years, and I’m hit by a sudden wave of understanding. By being the person that she is—calm, witty, forthright and warm—she has helped me through my break-up more than anything. Jill is no longer just my teacher, she’s my friend. Lines have been blurred and I’m ready to blur some more.
Perhaps, in the back of my brain, I’d like to submit to her again—over and over again—but Charlotte instructed me to show Jill what I’m made of. Four months ago, after Amber had just left, I was made of pain and self-pity. An obliterating hurt originating in the pit of my stomach, preventing me from eating, sleeping and other basic functions. Now, many piano lessons later, I’m made of a brand new resilience, a new awareness of love in the world, and liquefied lust replaces the blood in my veins.
I start pushing Jill down onto the bed. When we break from our kiss I stare into her eyes, into the bottomless warmth of them, and just by looking at her, I can feel some of her kindness spread through my flesh.
“Fuck me, Ruby,” she says then, a hitch in her voice, and her desire for me lifts me up even higher. My body may be worn out from the three climaxes they’ve given me, but Jill’s demand is all I need to refuel my energy. If Jill Banks asks me to fuck her, I will.
I glue my body to hers, finding her lips again, and kiss her with renewed abandon. I’m aware of Charlotte’s eyes on my back, and the raggedness of her breath. I wish I could position Jill so I could glance at Charlotte from time to time, but I don’t want to obstruct Charlotte’s field of vision.
My lips slide down to Jill’s long neck, tracing a wet path downward, occasionally nipping at her skin with my teeth. I taste saltiness on her skin, and when I reach the exquisite hollow between her collarbones, I get a distant whiff of perfume. That scent I know so well because it always lingers in her classroom. The smell that hits my nose as soon as I walk in. I take in her small breasts before tasting them. They’re pale and delicate, demanding a sort of respect I’m not used to giving. With Amber, it was all youthful energy in bed, taking what we could get, until that faded, and we were unable to replace it with something else.
I approach Jill’s nipples with unprecedented reverence, savoring the moment they meet my lips. I don’t go too easy on them though, and clamp down with my teeth briefly, gauging her reaction.
“Harder,” she says, her voice shot to pieces, connecting instantly with my throbbing clit.
I sink my teeth into the same nipple again, pulling it upward a little, while gazing into her eyes.
“Fuck, Ruby,” Jill says on an exhale of breath and shakes her head a little. She’s so close already, which is no wonder after all the pleasure she’s given me and Charlotte. She’s had her fingers inside of me and Charlotte, and has fucked me with a dildo. Yet, I can’t imagine the blood in her veins running more riot than mine. I feel as though, for tonight only, my
body has been blessed with an unlimited supply of sexual stamina and renewable energy. Lust crackles underneath my skin again, and I can’t imagine the fire in my belly diminishing after what I’m about to do next.
I move on to Jill’s other nipple and repeat the process of biting down on it, of alternatively taking it between my teeth and letting my tongue lap over it. Jill’s breasts couldn’t be more different from Amber’s—the only ones I touched during the five years of our relationship. Amber’s were high and big—always in the way, she claimed—while I can take most of Jill’s breast all the way into my mouth.
“Come on, Ruby,” she spurs me on, starting to push me down by the shoulders. I’d already gathered she has a bossy streak in bed, and it’s rearing its head again now. Although it could also be sheer impatience. My poor, tortured piano teacher has waited long enough.
I also want to give her what she gave me, although I can never return the words of wisdom she bestowed upon me when I was deep in despair. But I can give her this.
I kiss my way down to her belly button, but don’t dwell. So drawn am I by the trimmed triangle of her pubic hair, that I let my lips and tongue travel straight down. I pause a moment to take in the scene, to etch this image into my memory: me between my piano teacher’s legs.
“Fuck her,” Charlotte’s voice whispers from behind me. “I need to see.” I’d been so wrapped up in planting kisses over Jill’s body I had momentarily forgotten about Charlotte.
I move to the side a little so Charlotte has a better view of her partner’s soaking wet pussy. And then I move in. I bend at the waist and let my lips come down on Jill’s swollen cunt, pressing a light, introductory kiss to them first.
“Ah jesus, don’t tease me, just lick me already,” Jill groans. I guess, when engaging in threesomes, you have to be articulate about your wishes. Another lesson learned.
I drag my tongue all the way up her crease, delving the tip between her lips slightly, ending with a teasing flick at her clit. Jill’s body tenses the instant I touch her blood-shot clit.