by Harper Bliss
“Go easy on her clit,” Charlotte instructs. “Make her wait for it.” If the circumstances were any different, I imagine I wouldn’t be too pleased with getting instructions at a delicate time like this, but to hear Charlotte say the word ‘clit’ and having it refer to Jill’s sparks another riot in my blood. I take my tongue away from her clit and focus its efforts on her lips, digging in between, teasing her opening. In between sucking her lips into my mouth and drawing wide, careful circles around Jill’s clit, I start to change my position, sitting up a bit more so I can get a clear look at her face. I need to see her eyes for the next part.
I move my face away from Jill’s pussy, her juices clinging to my chin and nose, and lock my gaze on hers.
“Oh god yes,” Charlotte groans behind me. I can’t see her but I can clearly hear the sucking sound her fingers produce while fretting over her clit. I can’t look away from Jill now, though. Her eyes look as though they’re on the verge of shedding tears.
While staring into her face, I let two fingers run along the length of her pussy. Once, twice, until it feels as though her pussy is literally sucking them inside. Then, I enter her. Slowly, like she did to me before. Her heat envelops my fingers, her moist flesh wrapping itself around them.
“Oh Ruby,” Jill says, while shoving herself onto my fingers with wild, thrusting gestures. God, she’s such a top. Charlotte appears to be quite the dominant type in the bedroom as well. They must have interesting fights for top. I’d kill to see them in action—not like before when they made me watch, but to be an invisible fly on the wall while they share true intimacy.
“Oh damn,” Charlotte says behind me. “Oooh.” Her prolonged moan makes me believe she came, and I can hardly hold that against her. I may have my eyes on Jill’s face, but from the corner of them I see my fingers disappear into Jill’s cunt and the sight makes my own pussy contract around nothing.
I’m on my knees, fucking Jill, my ass sticking out behind me. After Charlotte’s orgasmic series of groans, I’m so enthralled by Jill’s face, the way her eyes remain locked on mine—as though she needs that connection—while I stroke her deep on the inside. I’m so caught up that I don’t register Charlotte coming up behind me until she starts caressing my behind.
“Go on. Don’t stop,” she whispers, but it’s hard to keep focus with her hand already delving south of my crack.
A bit thrown off guard, I decide it’s a good time to add another finger. The sound that withdrawing my two fingers makes, instigates another contraction of my pussy walls, but the fireworks in my flesh really stir when I focus on Jill’s cunt as I push three fingers inside of her. She’s wide for me, eager, and ready. Between my own legs, Charlotte’s finger is finding my clit.
“You’d better not come before Jill does,” she commands, and makes her finger retreat. Instead, it finds my entrance, and probes gently through my wetness there. The nails of Charlotte’s other hand dig deep into the flesh of my behind, and don’t fail to add to my growing arousal. But, I’ve had ‘my edge taken off’. I want to focus all my attention on Jill now.
I push deep with my fingers, and she pushes back. Judging from her body language, she’d appreciate a quickening of the pace, so I drive up my rhythm, filling her with all I have—not just three fingers, but all my intentions and energy behind them. Then, I bend down again, lifting my ass higher into the air and, no doubt, giving Charlotte better access. I feel a rush of hot air travel over my pussy lips: Charlotte’s breath.
I’m trapped between licking and fucking Jill, and Charlotte’s lips hovering over my own pussy lips. Charlotte’s ask of a few moments ago suddenly seems like a very tall order. I try to block out what she’s doing to me outside of my field of vision, the sensation of her fingers and, now, also her tongue, enhanced by not being able to see what’s going on.
But it has to be all Jill for me now, who is twitching and writhing underneath me. I need to rise above my own need to climax again, and put hers first. Jill digs her nails deep into my shoulders—while Charlotte’s still do the same to my left butt cheek. I’m caught between them, caught in this frenzy of lust and approaching orgasms. Jill’s moans grow more high-pitched, uttered as if expressing disbelief. I can’t quite believe it either. And then, she surrenders. Jill Banks gives herself up to me. My vision is impaired because I have my mouth on her clit and my nose in her pubes, but I can clearly feel it in the clench and release of her pussy around my fingers, and the trembling of her lower belly against my forehead.
“Oh good god,” she says, releasing her hold on my shoulder, and I revel in this moment of satisfaction, of having her come at my fingers, of her smell all over my face, and the slight cramp in my neck and her fingers in my hair now, caressing gently, lovingly. And the thought of those fingers, and the ones entering me from behind now, at an angle I’m not used to, takes the last ounce of resistance I still had and destroys it. My cheek on Jill’s belly, her hands in my hair, the smell of her pussy in my nose, I come, again. Liquid heat travels through me, reaching every extremity of my body, flooding it with dizzying warmth.
This orgasm feels as though it has been demanded of me by the curl of Charlotte’s strong fingers, and therefore, it’s different. It feels more communal as well because it followed Jill’s climax so closely, and Charlotte had her own party only moments before. This scene, me doubled over on Jill, Charlotte’s fingers now slowing down inside of me, feels like the ultimate climax of our threesome.
When Charlotte’s fingers have left me and she gives me a playful tap on my right butt cheek, I let my lower body sink down, my cheek still glued to Jill’s belly. I’m shattered, and I want to lie like that forever. I don’t know what else they have in store, but whatever it is, it will have to wait.
“I think she’s done now,” I hear Jill say to Charlotte over my head. She pats the back of my head lightly, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Jill trails her fingers over my spine lightly, making my flesh break out in goosebumps. I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want it to be over, although I have nothing left to give.
“Hey, Ruby,” Jill’s voice is all warmth again. “Why don’t you take a little nap, sweetie. Come here.” She tugs lightly at my upper arm, hoisting me up.
I let her drag me up, only helping a little, my muscles too spent to cooperate much, until my face is almost level with hers.
“Mission accomplished?” she asks, a crooked grin on her lips.
Slowly, I nod, blinking my eyes shut. I nestle my head in the crook of her shoulder and enjoy the cozy heat of her body, the after burn, and the hot glow somersaulting through my flesh. Any thought I have of Amber now is instantly eclipsed by the memories I made today. By Jill and Charlotte’s tenderness and openness. By their invitation and the avalanche of physical thrills they have unleashed. I drift off with nothing but sweet, exhilarating thoughts occupying my mind. For the first time since entering their bedroom, I allow my body to relax and replenish, my face pressed heavily into the safety of Jill’s body.
* * *
I wake up I don’t know how much later. I have no indication of the time, but I quickly realize where I am because, when I open my eyes, I instantly recognize Jill’s pianist fingers stroking the skin of my belly. I’m no longer lodged on top of her, and she smells clean and fresh.
“Hey,” she says, her voice soft.
Instinctively, I look around for any signs of Charlotte.
“She’s in the shower.” Jill can now also read my mind, but I guess it’s an easy assumption to make. “This was a sticky and wet affair.” Her smile is mesmerizing, her eyes glowing with kindness. A tingle manifests itself in the pit of my stomach. It’s another beginning of lust, for sure, but it’s not all. It’s more.
“I should probably join her.” I’m fully aware of the musky smell of sex still emanating from my body, starkly contrasting with Jill’s clean, flowery scent.
“I’m sure she’d like that.” There’s no urgency in Jill’s voice and she doesn’
t stop tracing her fingertip over my skin, meandering a bit higher up now, toward the curve of my breast.
Because of Jill’s determined calmness, I don’t move. I just lie there, her eyes roaming across my naked flesh, her finger dangerously close to my left nipple. And I feel that tug again, that desire for her fingers inside of me. As of now, every time she plays something for me on the piano, I will always think of her fingers inside of me.
And I realize that, during this late afternoon, I’ve fallen in love with her a little bit. The seeds of infatuation sit at the ready in the pit of my stomach. It’s her infinite kindness that does it more than anything. And how she looked at me while her fingers spread Charlotte so wide. Because Jill is what connects me to Charlotte—that one degree of separation—I can’t be as equally fond of Charlotte. Jill made this happen. She enquired about Amber, invited me up, and let Charlotte do her thing.
But this is not a jealous sort of infatuation. I have no desire to come between them, or to nestle myself into their bed on a more permanent basis—although I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to the occasional repeat performance. I revel in this feeling shooting through me, in the knowledge that this wasn’t mere carnal pleasure. It’s friendship taken to a higher, kinkier level. Not just fingers in openings and endless climaxes.
Because of that, because of how I can luxuriate in Jill’s solo touch guilt-free, I let my body surrender once more as her finger draws smaller circles around my nipple, until it reaches all the way up, and my pussy lips throb again as though they haven’t been touched in ages. I revel when her lips close around my nipple, the furthest one removed from her, so I feel her own nipples pressing into my side.
“Would you like me to fuck you again, Ruby?” Jill says after she lets go. She doesn’t wait for my reply. Her finger is already on its way down, making my skin tremble again, and my pussy wet for her. I can hardly protest. All I want is her fingers inside of me again. And, perhaps, if I’m so lucky, her tongue on my clit.
Her tongue is still busy with my nipple. She laps gently. This moment is far removed from the earlier frenzy we found ourselves in. It’s more sedate, perhaps more thoughtful.
“Wait for me,” I hear Charlotte say. Totally naked, she leans against the bedroom’s doorframe, no obvious signs of envy displayed on her face.
Jill looks up at her partner. “We have all night. I don’t think Ruby has any other plans.”
I don’t? I guess not. What better way to spend a Saturday night. I also like how Jill makes the decision for me.
Charlotte stands there in silence for a few seconds, nods, and straightens her posture. “Okay,” she says, sends us both a quick wink, and leaves me alone in their bedroom with Jill. Such enlightenment, I think, but not for long, because Jill is tugging at my nipple with her teeth now, and I’m starting to be completely beside myself again. Now that it’s just Jill and me in bed, the level of intimacy changes immediately.
“Is this”—I hesitate—“is this okay?”
“It’s fine, Ruby.” The look Jill sends me leaves no room for doubt. “As long as this is still what you want.” She tilts her head a little bit, but there’s nothing quizzical about her expression. She knows how much I want this by now. She bends over and finds my ear. “Charlotte and I have been together a long time. We have arrangements in place. Nothing for you to worry about.”
For a split second, the thought of Amber fucking someone in our bedroom while I casually lounge in the living room runs through my head. I can only catalogue it as complete madness, but perhaps this sort of freedom, this setting of looser boundaries, comes with age. And anyway, Amber is gone. Jill is very much present, her finger trailing across my belly again, her breath on my neck.
“Do you mind if I turn you over?” she whispers, and I need to take a moment to let her question sink in. Because of how gently she roused me from sleep with the slow caress of her finger, I believed this was going to be a slow, luxurious fuck, Jill gazing deep into my eyes. But apparently she has other things in mind.
“Not if you kiss me first,” I reply, my blood beating heavily in my veins. And then she does. She stares into my eyes for a few seconds, and it’s that look that will make me do anything for her, even surrender my backside—not something I have done often, or very successfully, in the past.
When she kisses me, my body relaxes. If she’d asked me earlier, I’m not sure I would have declined the offer, but I would never have been so quick to agree. In the space of a few hours, Jill and Charlotte have given me so much pleasure, have reset a part of my brain in dire need of it—have given me a clean slate. In this bed, under her touch, I’m re-inventing myself as well. If my piano teacher wants my ass, she’ll get it.
Jill’s tongue probes deep into my mouth—a lover’s kiss. And in that moment, I am her lover. There’s only the two of us in that bed and in that room. Charlotte’s spirit lingers, but she’s not part of this. Although, in a faraway corner of my brain, the thought rises that, if she were watching, it would probably arouse me even more. Maybe next time.
“Turn around,” Jill commands when we break from the kiss. She uses her stern teacher’s voice, the one I’ve hardly ever encountered. She tried it in our first few classes a couple of times, but I could always tell she wasn’t that kind of teacher. The kindness in her eyes always betrayed her, and I soon found out she was just gauging me, trying to find out to which teaching methods I responded best.
I’m responding now, though. She unglues her body from mine to give me room to flip onto my belly.
“Relax.” Jill’s hand is in my hair, then on my still-straining neck. I take the hint and let my head fall into the pillow—is it hers or Charlotte’s? “Good girl.” Her words heat up my blood even more, but it might also be the lone finger Jill traces down my spine. She paints an intricate pattern on my butt cheeks, raising all the hairs she comes across in her finger’s journey. Then, her finger slides down my side, her entire hand nestling itself underneath my belly, while I feel her lips touch down on my bum. She kisses me gently first, but soon her teeth scrape along my skin, and the fingers under my belly make an upward motion.
“Lift up your ass,” she says, and to hear her say ‘ass’ is like hearing a magical word that sparks more fireworks in my blood. I drag myself to my knees, my face still buried in the pillow, my position reminiscent of the one just before I fell asleep, when I was licking Jill and Charlotte stroked me to another orgasm. The memory of being caught between them fires me up more.
If only I could see, I think, how Jill is shuffling to that spot behind me, positioning herself between my spread legs, my ass—and the rest of me—ready for her. But I only hear, and I can only imagine, and feel, of course, how her lips reconnect with the delicate skin there. She kisses a path down while two of her fingers rub along my cunt. My lips are swollen from all the action earlier, but the nap has done me a world of good. Fresh energy fizzes through my flesh as Jill’s kisses travel inward, her tongue flicking along the upmost tip of my crack.
Oh jesus, she’s really going to do this. Her tongue is hot and wet as it dips lower and traces a moist line along my hole. I react instantly, my muscles contracting, my clit throbbing wildly. Jill pushes her fingers up to my clit, encircling it, revving up my engine. Her tongue doesn’t wait, as she laps it up and down my crack, spreading moisture and blissful heat. Then, the tip of her tongue enters me, and a bolt of lightning races up my spine. My thighs are starting to tremble, my body losing control already. The circles around my clit tighten and I feel the tip of her thumb on my pussy lips, slipping through the wetness there. Jill is all over me, and all I see is darkness, until the stars unveil themselves again. Her tongue is stiff as it penetrates deeper and sets something off in me that has remained untouched until now.
On the back of my eyelids, I can clearly see Jill’s long fingers and how they zone in on my swollen clit, her strong thumb rubbing my entrance, adding tension there. Her tongue flicks in and out and I want to come, but I also wa
nt more. I’m lubricated enough everywhere. I want one of her fingers.
I slide onto my forehead, looking at her between my legs. She senses my shift in posture and finds my eyes.
“More,” I whimper.
All she gives me is a slight nod but I know she has understood. Before I let my head sink into the pillow again, I catch a last glimpse of Jill’s fingers and in the pit of my stomach, something turns to liquid. First, Jill slides two fingers into my pulsing cunt, deep and high, just like Charlotte did earlier. But Jill’s fingers feel different, perhaps because I’ve observed them flying over the piano keys so many times, they hold a different meaning, bring a higher degree of intimacy. But nothing is more intimate than the finger of her other hand pressing at my other entrance, negotiating access. The tip slips in easily, but spreads me wide nonetheless. It’s an altogether new sensation, but I got what I wanted. Jill’s fingers everywhere. She finds a slow rhythm, in between my pussy lips, gently, ever so slowly, out from between my butt cheeks.
Deep inside of me, the fire ignites. The sparks have been glowing for a while, but now the flames are alive. I feel them burn through my stomach, licking at my flesh.
My poor clit feels neglected though—and, again, I wish Charlotte were here—so I shift on one shoulder, finding my balance again, and bring one hand between my legs. I only need to touch a finger to my clit a few times to send myself over that edge again, my mind free-falling, my body controlled by Jill’s fingers—like a puppet controlled by strings. Another climax roars through me, this one quite different from the previous ones because of the interconnectedness of most of my erogenous zones, and Jill’s finger probing into my most intimate opening.
White heat in my brain and a new awareness in my body. Stars exploding on the back of my eyelids and the image of Jill’s fingers imprinted in my brain forever. Spent, I sink down, pushing Jill’s fingers out of my cunt and ass in the process. What the hell did she do to me? I wonder, as our bodies lose contact for a brief moment.