Playtime

Her lips touched mine, warm and full, I’ve thought about this too many times but never really imagined that my hands would be running through her soft blond hair like this, and hers in mine with such increasing urgency. Her kisses deep and probing, as if she wants not just to have me, but to consume me. She breaks the kiss and I gasp, partly from disappointment and partly from the sight in front of me.
My girlfriend, all long legs and red hair wrapped around her best friend, another vision of thin, unreachable beauty, their mouths locked passionately, their soft moans reverberating somewhere deep inside me, making me wetter as I watched, god they are hot, the fact that half the time they don’t even realise it never ceases to amaze me, I cant help but feel inadequate beside them.
I thought they’d forgotten me in their desire for each other, I wouldn’t blame them, and even to be allowed to watch would be amazing, but here are their hands drawing me close, playing over my breasts and lower down.
“Oh, you did enjoy watching didn’t you?” her voice in my ear, so terribly intimate, yet mocking as always. That was my Jenn, forever finding new ways to remind me how embarrassingly wet I get, at least this time we aren’t in public, but we do have an audience. Jaz, not content on hearing about how wet I was had to feel it for herself. Soon they both had a finger inside of me, parting, stretching, exposing. I began to wriggle away from them, Jenn at least knows how little scrutiny I can stand, and even though I’ve done worse this always embarrasses me. But today she doesn’t seem ready to let me go so easily. She continues to point out in excruciating detail how wet I am, how terribly horny I must be, what a wanton little creature I am, writhing and thrusting at their touch even as I try and escape. I know there’s no hope of that of course, both stronger than me and both of them against me, I’m fully aware of how powerless I am. However as Jaz rises to her knees, takes my wrists and pins me to the bed I can’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure at this physical reminder of my helplessness.
She smiles as I fight, testing her limits, I can’t even raise myself off the bed; I know I’m entirely at their mercy. She bends to give me another of her deep, sensual kisses. I feel Jenn’s fingers withdraw and Jaz breaks the kiss to gasp at they enter her ass.
“I won’t be able to hold her if you keep doing that” she whispers, breathily.
“Yes”, commands Jenn, “you will”
Jaz is quiet, it’s clear there will be no more argument, in her own way she is as keen to obey as I am.
She moans softly as yet more fingers enter her, preparing the way for what’s to come. Drops of cold lube drip onto me as I gaze up at them both. I know the moment Jenn enters her, she grips my wrists more tightly, her mouth open in a silent moan.
The silence is broken as Jenn starts to move, Jaz’s moans start quiet but soon she is unrestrained in her incoherent noises of arousal. As I look down the line of her body I can see her hard and ready, I ache for her to penetrate me, but I know better than to ask. Ever the submissive I’ll take what I’m given. And that looks to be something different tonight.
I can tell she’s close, her moans are sounding ever more like sobs and her hands clench round my wrists as Jenn pounds into her, so hard but it’s clear she’s enjoying it. Clearer still as she spurts her warm come over me. I lick that which made it to my lips and lean forward to kiss her as she pants to regain her breath.
She collapses to the side of me, exhausted from her exertions, I roll her over and straddle her as I begin to lick her nipples, biting and sucking, pulling gently until she cries out in her highly sensitised state every sensation feels magnified, and I intend to put this to good use, after all I am neither exhausted or satisfied, although neither it seems is Jenn.
I feel her hands on me first, one twisting and pulling on a nipple, the other descending to feel the wetness between my thighs.
“oh my” sarcasm still in place, frankly I’m amazed, coherence is barely manageable in most people at this point, but then Jenn never was most people. “I think you enjoyed that a lot, such a little voyeur, what shall we do with you?” it was Jaz who answered, hoarsely
“Teach her a lesson”
I cringed, but at the same time my arousal heightened, I was unprepared for the first slap and yelped as Jenn’s hand connected with my ass. She spanked me hard and fast, barely leaving time for me to catch my breath between each blow. Then she stood up and fetched the belt. She brought it down with full force on my already tender buttocks and I began to sob, pleading with her, until Jaz put her finger to my lips and silenced me. She smiled beneath me as I received my beating, obviously enjoying hearing me squeal as Jenn caught a sensitive spot, my body bobbing and undulating with the force of the blows as I tried to keep my place kneeling above her. Occasionally the tip of the belt would catch her and she’d gasp and sigh, closing her eye’s for a moment to enjoy the sensation. I knew that one day soon she too would get her taste of the belt, and probably enjoy it as much as I do.
My ass was red hot when Jenn finished, she lay her hand over it and squeezed ever so slightly, but it brought a moan to my lips, I knew I’d be bruised, and I’d be able to feel what had been done to me every time I sat down. The thought of it made me smile, I love lasting reminders.
But enjoyable as the beating was I was still horny as hell, I knew that they could draw this on for hours, keeping me constantly at the height of my arousal yet never letting me have release. I hoped that wasn’t their plan today, I was already about to scream.
“still horny?” mocking me even now. I mewed, a small, needy sound.
Jaz laughed, “you’re right, she sounds pained” and then turning to me, “how badly do you want it?”
“very” I whispered, finding my voice, “please, oh please, Mistress please let me come”
“Mistress? Hmmm, I like that. And what do you want, since your begging so nicely”
I swallowed, I hate describing what I want out load, yet another embarrassment I am yet to overcome.
“I want you inside me, or Mistress Jenn, or Zoë, anything please” I broke “please, be kind please…” She smiled up at me serenely, and I realised that she too had it in her to draw this out, I had been counting on her leniency. Then I bent and kissed her and the spell was broken, she kissed me back, eagerly. Meanwhile Jenn positioned herself behind me and slid into my moist opening. I shook in pleasure as I felt her begin to move inside me, her pace increasing. I moaned as Jaz’s mouth connected with a nipple, she sucked teasing and stretching, and then leaving it to move even lower.
My hands now grasped the headboard and it’s a good thing, as Jaz’s tongue connected with my clit the first wave of a orgasm hit. I moaned as she continued to circle, tasting where Jenn’s body connected with mine in her unrelenting rhythm and then looping back to ravage my clit, wave after wave kept coming until I collapsed, shaking, unable to take any more, as I rolled onto my back I saw Jaz taking Jenn into her mouth, sucking expertly and quickly leaving Jenn as incoherent as I. And she swallowed the last of my girlfriends come she turned and kissed me, tasting of me, and Jenn and something all her own.
We curled up together, in a boneless, post orgasmic haze, a tangle or arms ad legs and covers, and most of all? I felt warm, and safe, and loved.