Tell-Tale Hearts

by H A Blackwood

  I kissed her full on the lips, gently at first. It took her a second to respond while she reconciled it in her head. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue was elusive, but I found it with mine. I leaned on an elbow and ran my other hand along her body, from her neck, over her tits, down her taut stomach, and across her panties, which made her twitch with an involuntary spasm. I continued down her thigh as far as I could reach, then lightly reversed that path with my fingertips barely contacting her milky skin. Her stomach jumped and spasmed, and her arms and chest raised goosebumps again. I kept gently running my hands over her, and she started kissing me back.

  She was hesitant at first, but then her tongue sprang to life, probing my mouth, circling mine. She bit my lip—which I fucking love. When she did that, I felt the quickening surge through me, and my pussy tingled. I started spending more time on her stomach and thighs, and then I edged my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She moaned and lifted her hips ever so slightly. I found a crop of short hair—something I’d not felt on my own pussy since I started waxing after the night at the frat house.

  I kept probing, finding her slit, and I ran a finger down its length. When I reached the bottom, I pressed harder, spreading her lips just enough to allow the tip of my finger inside. I worked it north, dragging it deeper as I went. She was wet, but by the time I reached the top and caressed her clit, she was flooded. I repeated this a couple of times, hearing her breath speed up. She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, sucking on the flesh above my collarbone. She emitted a few quiet “oohs” and “uhs” as I continued to let my fingers do the walking.

  I added a second finger to my motions, running it up and down her slit to get it lubricated with her juices, and I plunged them both inside her. She bit me in surprise and shrieked, “Oh, fuck!” I worked my fingers in and out for a few moments and then withdrew my hand. She moaned again, and when I looked at her face, all traces of fear were gone. I was staring at one hundred percent lust. I kissed my way down her neck, sidetracking for each of her nipples, then proceeded south across the plain of her belly. I pushed her legs apart a little and felt another surge when she spread them wide for me. She looked so sexy, lying on the bed topless, her white panties showing a wet spot from her passion. I moved in between those toned legs, and hooked my fingers under her waistband, over each hip, and tugged, pulling her underwear down a couple of inches.

  I’ve heard men talk about that moment when a woman lifts her hips, helping them take her panties off, and what a great moment that is. That’s when they know she’s going to let them in. When Kim lifted her hips, I felt that thrill. She was into it. Kim wanted everything I was going to give her. I seriously almost came when she did that.

  She pulled her knees up to her chest, and I slid her panties off, throwing them on my towel. I put a hand on each knee and pushed them apart, exposing her wet, glistening pussy with its trimmed blond mane. I looked up at her, gauging her readiness.

  “Do it, please,” she begged. “Lord help me, I want this so bad.”

  I practically dove on her. My own lust had built to such a frenzy that I had become the beast devouring my prey. I licked her from stem to stern, my tongue just brushing her anus, then pressing harder and splitting her lips apart. I pushed my tongue inside her, then withdrew it and traced circles around her clit. She squealed, bucking her hips, driving her pussy into my face. I slid two fingers inside her again, working them in and out, my tongue dancing around her lips and clit like a ballerina. She moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair, not pushing my face into her, just seeking something to hang onto.

  Her juices were flowing, making my entire hand wet. I extended my little finger and touched her anus, putting just a bit of pressure on it. She responded by raising her hips against it, and my finger slid inside.

  With two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, and my tongue writhing everywhere else, she came hard and fast, digging her nails into my shoulders, letting a scream loose, closing her legs around my head, and bucking like she had no control over her body. I kept working, dragging her orgasm out as long as I could, her moans tied to each pulse of her pelvic muscles. Finally, she could take no more and pushed my head away from her.

  I slid up next to her and threw a leg over hers, pressing my bald, wet pussy against her hip. I kissed her stomach and her flush-reddened chest, sucking on each nipple again, then delivered a series of kisses to her neck and lips. Her breathing was finally slowing down.

  She licked her lips and smiled at me. “Holy shit.”

  I grinned back. It was empowering to leave her spent with pleasure.

  “I mean, holy fucking shit. Never,” Kim gasped. “I’ve never cum like that.”

  “My first time with a woman was mind-blowing. It’s a different orgasm than you get with a man. In some ways, it’s a lot better. At least, that’s my experience.”

  “Holy shit.”

  I used my fingertips to trace circles on her stomach.

  “Darcy, even Pete’s dick, never did that for me. And you know what it’s like, right?”

  “It was a long time ago,” I lied, “but you don’t forget a dick like that.”

  “Right? Holy shit, I’m still trembling.” She raised herself to an elbow and looked at my pussy. She reached out, and I eagerly opened my legs to her. She touched it, rubbing her whole hand on it, then pressing her middle finger between my lips and drawing her hand up to my clit.

  I gasped, my body aching for more.

  She raised her finger to her face and sniffed. “It smells just like mine,” she said like it surprised her. She looked at the dew glistening on her fingertip, like someone trying to decide if something is edible. I suppressed a giggle when she licked her finger. “It’s kind of sweet and bitter at once. It not what I expected.”

  I smiled. “You’ve never tasted yourself before?”

  Her face turned red. “No! It… never occurred to me.”

  “My first time, I was surprised at how good it tasted. Frankly, if you ever had a man cum in your mouth, eating pussy is no big deal.”

  Kim laughed and reached over and stroked my face. “I came all over you.”

  “Heck yeah, you did. It was delicious. Glorious. You’re amazing. You almost made me cum.”

  “Darcy…” the trepidation crept back into her voice.

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t think I’m ready to, um, return the favor. I’m still processing what just happened to me. What I wanted to happen. What we just did goes against everything I was raised to believe. Please don’t be mad.”

  I was disappointed, to be sure, but I wasn’t going to try and pressure her. Besides, after the way she just came, I knew this wasn’t the last time we’d be together. “That’s okay,” I said. “I came into this day with no expectations. I decided to just roll with it, no matter what did or didn’t happen.”

  Relief washed over her. “Oh, my god, thank you! I can promise you; we’ll do this again. Christ, I came so hard. No matter how much we do this, I’ll think of this day for the rest of my life. I just need to work up to taking care of you. It’s a big leap for me.”

  “Kim, it’s okay. There’s no rush and no pressure. I want your beautiful mouth on me as much as I’ve ever wanted anything, but I don’t want to force it. I want you to want it too. Trust me, doing it out of desire versus obligation will make it way hotter for both of us.”

  She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. “I can’t wait to…”

  The front door slammed shut, and Kim sat bolt upright. “Fuck, what time is it?” she whispered, looking around for a clock. I spotted one on the dresser.

  “Quarter after eleven.”

  “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, Pete’s home for lunch. I was horny last night, as you know, and when I got home from your place after, uh, playing with myself, I gave him head for the first time in ages. Before the baby, we used to fuck at lunch all the time. He only comes home during the day if that’s what he wants.”

>   We heard his footsteps tromping toward the kitchen, and his voice boomed from the first floor. “Kim? Where are you?” She jumped up and put on her robe, tying it shut around her naked cheerleader’s frame. “I’m going down there. I’m just telling him we ran and showered—separately! —and you’re getting ready to leave. I’m sorry, I had no idea this would happen. I thought we’d have more time.”

  “Go,” I said. “I’ll come down in a minute. After I get dressed.”

  “Okay. Just leave your towel in the bathroom. I’ll get it later.” She took off, and I hurried to the bathroom. I whipped the yellow sundress out of my bag and slipped it over my head, not bothering with a bra or panties. I took a minute to fuss with my hair so it wouldn’t look like I just got done fucking Pete’s wife. Finally, I gave up and just pulled it into a ponytail. I slipped my feet into a pair of sandals, stuffed everything else in my bag, and headed to the stairs.

  As I walked down, I saw Pete and Kim talking. She turned her head and said, “There she is now!”

  I raised my hand to wave, and I almost dropped my bag. I scrambled for it, just grabbing the strap before it was out of reach, and yanked it back, bringing it back up to my shoulder. Unfortunately, the hasp caught on my dress, lifting the front of it up. I felt the breeze all the way up past my waist.

  “Oh, dammit,” I exclaimed, pushing it down. I couldn’t believe I’d just flashed my beaver at Kim and Pete both. Maybe they hadn’t seen it. Maybe the stair railing blocked their view.

  The shocked look on Pete’s face and lusty look on Kim’s told me they’d seen everything I had to offer. I set the bag down and acted as if nothing had happened. “Hi, Peter. Pete, sorry.”

  “Uh, hi?” he said. It came out as a question.

  I hugged Kim. “I loved that trail, Kim. It kicked my ass. We have to do it again sometime.” She returned the embrace, dropping an arm to her side, keeping her body between it and Pete, and reached forward, grabbing my pussy through the dress, rubbing it a couple of times before letting go of me. I tried not to gasp.

  “Absolutely!” she replied. “I really needed someone to push me to go farther than I have before. I loved every minute of it. I’ll text you, and we can hit it again!”

  “Great! See you soon. Bye, Pete.”

  “Yeah, see ya, Darce.”

  I bent down to grab my bag and saw the tell-tale shape of Peter’s peter, rock hard, straining at his khakis. Kim was in for a treat.

  I left, letting the screen door close, but the interior door open. As I walked down the drive, I heard a shriek, and I turned to see Kim bent over the arm of their couch, her robe gone. Pete’s pants were down, and he was pumping away at her from behind with his huge cock. Kim looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with me. I took a few steps back toward the door, so I could get a closer look.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she shouted, never taking her eyes off me. I stood there, watching them, for I don’t know how long—it seemed like forever—when Kim screamed: “I’m cumming, oh my god, you made me cum!” I couldn’t tell if she was saying it to Pete or me, but she was still staring directly at me. I heard Pete’s familiar grunting, and I knew he was pumping her full of his semen. She continued moaning, her orgasm floating along with Pete’s.

  I couldn’t take any more. I turned on my heel and ran to my car, throwing my bag on the passenger seat and flipping a U-turn to head home. It was twenty-five minutes to my house, but I had to stop after ten, next to an empty field. I laid my seat back and pulled my dress up. I looked down at my pussy as traffic passed me by, and my fingers went to work. I was so insane with desire after almost getting head from Kim, then watching Pete fuck her while she talked directly to me the whole time, that I made myself cum in less than a minute. I sat there for a few minutes and kept rubbing my pussy, not wanting the wave to end when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Kim.

  That was close. I can’t tell if Pete suspected anything. Thanks for being so cool.

  “No worries. If he was suspicious, he sure didn’t seem to dwell on it. His focus was on other things. ;-)”

  The three dots danced forever. I closed my eyes and continued playing with myself while I waited for her reply. The phone buzzed again.

  I don’t know what it is about you, Darcy. Since you whispered in my ear 27 hours ago, I’ve masturbated to you 3 times, gone down on my husband, touched and sucked on your tits, came all over your face as you ate me, I fondled and tasted your pussy, and got the fucking of my life from Pete. Even getting fucked by him was hotter with you watching. That’s more sexual activity in one day than my body has seen in the last six months, and all I can think about right now is making you cum. It’s like you’re in my bloodstream now or something, and I can’t get enough action! I promise I’ll be more daring next time, I won’t leave you wanting more.

  “Watching you cum with Pete was too much for me. I had to stop on the way home and, um, take care of business.”

  No kidding? I did that to you? Again?

  “Yes. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t satisfy that need. I’ve never been this crazy for someone.”

  The three dots did their dance for a few seconds. While Kim was typing, Pete’s Range Rover went by, but I don’t think he noticed me parked on the side of the road.

  I thought Kim was typing something lengthy, but instead, I just got what was becoming our secret code.

  Holy shit.

  Resistance is Futile

  Four Weeks Ago

  I worked on a new project all afternoon. One of the European engineers had sent me a page of instructions that were barely in English, and I was having a bitch of a time trying to figure out the details. In an act of mercy, the doorbell rang.

  Usually, if I’m not expecting anyone, I don’t even get up to answer the door. But I was tired of trying to decipher the engineer’s notes, and I needed a break, so I sashayed down the hall and looked through the peephole.

  Shit! Pete! What the heck was he doing at my house? We weren’t actively fucking any more… although I did leave the invitation open. I opened the door.

  “Pete! Come in!” I stepped to the side and waved him in. He walked past me and turned around before I even had a chance to shut the door.

  “What are you playing at, Darcy? Are you trying to fuck up my marriage so you can have me to yourself? What’s your angle?”

  “Whoa, slow down here, Petey. What the hell are you talking about?” I didn’t care for the accusation.

  “You, doing stuff with my wife, showing up at my house, flashing your pussy at me in front of her. What the fuck was all that?”

  My first impulse was to tell him to fuck off, but I could see his point. From his side, worlds were colliding. I took a somewhat softer approach in my response. “Okay, first of all, it’s not any of your business who I do stuff with. For your information, your wife asked me to go running with her today after she came here and grilled me about you yesterday. Secondly, I flashed your wife too, not just you. And, flashing my pussy was an accident, not anything sinister. But don’t act like you didn’t like seeing it. You were balls deep in Kim twelve seconds later!”

  “She grilled you yesterday? When? About what?”

  “Late afternoon. About our past, if we’d slept together.”

  “She must have come over when she went running errands. What did you tell her?”

  “The truth. That we dated in college for a few weeks, yes, we used to bang, you broke up with me, and I hadn’t seen you for ten years before bumping into you at Krogers.”

  “And she was okay with that?”

  “She seemed fine with it from my side. Did she give you a bunch of shit about it when she got home?”

  “Well, no…”

  “So, there’s your answer. She also told me that she was worried you were cheating on her. So, you were right, she was suspicious. I told her I thought maybe you were just adjusting to life post-baby, and that if she was worried, she could always throw a little sex your way. Ma
ybe it would jump-start her libido too.”

  “She did come home and suck me off last night,” he conceded. “That hasn’t happened in several months, and then I felt like I was forcing it on her. Last night she was… hungry for it.”

  “Well, you’re welcome, Pete. One day as her friend, and I have her sucking and fucking you again. What’s your problem?”

  “It’s just, you know… worlds colliding.” I almost laughed when he used the exact phrase I thought about moments ago. “I was caught by surprise today. I don’t know, I guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I was almost convinced that you were going to do something to break us up. It was driving me crazy all afternoon until I couldn’t take it anymore, so I decided to come and confront you. I’m sorry.”

  Was I trying to break them up? I wondered about that for a second. On a subconscious level, is that what this was about? And if so, which one of them was I trying to steal away from the other? I had a lot of fun fucking Pete, but with Kim, I felt electrified. However, I wasn’t interested in marrying either one of them, and I certainly had no desire to be a stepmother. I realized that Pete was saying something. “I’m sorry, Pete, what was that?”

  “I said I’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

  I gave him a devilish grin. When I got home from Kim’s house, I was going to change clothes, but the yellow sundress was comfy, and I just went with it. I still wasn’t wearing any underwear. I slid the dress up, showing him my pussy. “Is this what got you so upset today?”

  He looked at it, sending a thrill through me. “Darcy…”

  “Because you were inside Kim right after you saw it. I feel cheated. I’ve been horny all afternoon thinking about the two of you fucking right in front of me.”

  “Wait—what? In front of you?”

  “Oh, yeah, I heard her cry out when you put your huge cock in her. I turned around, and I watched you fuck her, Pete. I watched you make her cum, and I know you pumped your load deep inside of her. I was so horny for your cock, I stopped on the way home and made myself cum thinking about it.”