Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) (5 page)

Like old times, I’m bent between her legs, dipped low with my face in Leigh’s cunt. Sounds and scent fight for my focus.

I stop sucking and kiss her pussy like a mouth, teasing with small circles outside, until I slip two fingers in, just past the tip.
 

I crawl up to kiss her. She opens her eyes, hungry.
 

I pull away from her mouth, and love that she wants me. She looks different, more like a woman and less like a girl. I reach to her side, and grab Leigh’s white, plastic “wand.”
 

“Have you ever used one of these?” she had asked, shortly after she opened her door, but before we were down to our panties.
 

“No.” I took the wand from Leigh to stare at its white shaft. “What is it?”
 

“What do you think it is?” she had laughed.
 

“Well, I know
what
it is. I’ve just never seen one quite like it.”
 

“I call it the wand. It’s not a wand like the electric kind, but it is totally magic. A gift from my ex, Carli. You’ve never felt anything like it.”

“How is it different?”
 

“It’s like the world’s fattest finger,” Leigh said. “Swollen in the middle. Slips in easy to fill you.”
 

I said I couldn’t wait to try it. Now we were.
 

I place the wand against Leigh’s lips. She licks it, wetting it so that I can easily slide it inside her — not that she’s in need of the lube.

Leigh has fun with her licking, then sets the wand between us. I add my tongue to the play. We lick from our sides, each pretending the finger’s an ivory dick we’ll be sharing between us, rather than a plastic dildo I’m about to plunge into her pussy.
 

This is fun. Richard and I rarely use toys. He says they’re for people who don’t know how to fully use their bodies. He’s right, but that doesn’t make them any less fun.
 

“I’ve missed you,” Leigh giggles.
 

“I’ve missed you, too,” I say, realizing it’s true.
 

I run the wand up and down her lips, a few times in each direction, then push the finger’s head into her hole.
 

Leigh moans and flexes around the wand. I pull it out, covered in her juices. Groaning, Leigh lifts her ass from the bed and presses her pussy against the wand, pushing it deeper. I look up and see Leigh looking down. Her swollen breasts, puffy nipples, wide-open mouth, and gorgeous, brown eyes, flecked with green from the sun’s light that spills through the window — it all makes me want her.
 

I can’t imagine the size of my smile as I plunge her faster and deeper, getting off on the sounds of Leigh’s pleasured heaving, her trembling pussy, and the scent of her cunt, ripe right under my nose.
 

I wedge the wand deeper, a millimeter per plunge, until it is buried to the handle, just under my knuckles. I look up, find Leigh’s eyes, smile, then push it the remainder of the way so my knuckles are pressed against her glistening folds. I start licking Leigh’s clit at the top.
 

Her hands are curled tight into the bed sheets. She yanks them toward her. I’m flat on the bed, breasts to the sheets, writhing against the mattress, teasing my cunt while I satisfy Leigh’s.
 

She moans harder and faster. I need her screaming.
 

I lift from the bed, moving so I’m above her, looking down on Leigh’s soaking hole, juicing the wand as I push it inside her. I switch the wand to my left hand, holding steady, adding two fingers to her folds, just above the wand, rubbing tight circles that mirror my thrusting.

Leigh screams and explodes all over my hand.
 

Juice glazes my knuckles as she hollers. I continue to plunge.
 

Leigh reaches back, grabs the headboard, and uses her other hand to maul her own tits. She’s yelling and screaming, begging me to go faster, then pleading with me to stop.
 

I’m laughing, unwilling to slow, enjoying her pleasure. So different from Richard’s, more like my own.
 

I send Leigh into another orgasm. She soaks my face.
 

I love her sounds, and long to make some of my own.
 

Soon.
 

Leigh finishes, and shudders to a wonderful still. I blush her with kisses on her quivering lips while waiting for her body to quiet, then rise from between her legs. We kiss.
 

With one hand on her leg, just above the knee, and the other on her opposite shoulder, I taste her. Just as she is tasting me.
 

She puts her flattened fingers on top of my panty-covered cunt and starts rubbing me over the fabric. I softly kiss her, pushing my pelvis against her hand until I’m starting to whimper.
 

Leigh smiles, pulls off my panties, and drops them in a pile beside her own.
 

She reaches my pussy with a whisper.
 

Leigh starts slowly like I did, short flicks darting into my middle, before going faster, harder, and deeper. She parts my pussy lips, and wedges her tongue into my center. I close my eyes, grab my knees — one per palm — and pull my legs toward me.
 

I moan, luxuriating in her tongue as Leigh starts lapping me faster, sponging attention at the top of my clit and filling my body with shivers. She’s bent on all fours, her ass in the air.
 

Leigh draws back, pulling her face from my pussy so she can do a better job with her fingers. She rubs me hard until I am begging.
 

“Stop it, Leigh,” I pant. “Put them in me.”
 

“How many do you want?”
 

I remember the first time we went from one finger to two, how amazing it felt, almost as good as when we went from two to three.
 

“All of them,” I pant.
 

Purring, Leigh says, “How about starting with one?” then slips her middle digit knuckle deep into my hole.
 

My pussy clenches her finger as I whimper.
 

She turns her digit, like a key in a lock, then resumes her thrusting. She is fast, and I’m screaming. Leigh adds a second finger, kisses me, thrusts until I cum, then slows through my descent.
 

I need to feel the wand inside me. I saw what it had done inside her.
 

Reading my mind, Leigh says, “Do you want the toy?”
 

I do.

I whimper consent and spread my legs wider. She’s back between them a moment later, wand in hand. She presses her fingers deeper around my middle, spreads my hole, then stuffs it inside me.
 

Leigh isn’t slow or fast, turning the toy as she eases it in to make me feel every inch of the plunge. I reach down to diddle my clit. She pushes the wand deeper into me than I did into her — all the way so only the tip is showing: a dot of white peeking from my soaking-wet pink.
 

My body is raw. One well-placed whisper could make me cum.
 

Leigh rises to kiss me, not stopping or slowing her work with the wand on her way to my mouth. Her tits hang low and heavy, swinging beneath her gorgeous body.
 

“Make me cum again,” I command her.
 

She smiles and complies, pulling away and shoving the wand inside my hole.
 

“Use your fingers!” Leigh screams.
 

I do, rubbing furious circles at the top of my clit as Leigh fucks me hard and fast with the wand.
 

She laughs as I cum.
 

I scream as she laughs.
 

I lose count of everything: minutes, memories, the number of times I’ve cum. I don’t remember why I’m here, away from my Richard. I’m hurled through paper walls of pleasure, rubbing myself as Leigh fucks me. She’s whispering filth in my ear so I can barely hear it over my own screaming, making me wonder how much — if any — of this is in my mind.
 

I love fucking you with my wand.
 

I wish you had a dick so I could suck it.
 

I wish I had a dick so I could fuck you harder.
 

You’re getting the wand so messy! I can’t wait to clean it with my tongue.
 

I love your cunt. I hate that you waited so long to let me taste it again.
 

Leigh keeps fucking me with the wand until I stop cumming.
 

She stares, making me feel incredibly beautiful, in the way only a woman can.

We lie together, kissing. Thinking in quiet.
 

Our silence is split as the bedroom door explodes open to a stunning blonde in the doorway, mouth drooped in fury.
 

Hands on her hips, she looks from me to my lover.
 

“What the fuck, Leigh?” she says.

Three's Company
 

I pretend that I’m sleeping.
 

It’s better this way. They need their privacy. I came from nowhere and took it.
 

I hear Leigh to my side, behind Jenny. I imagine Leigh’s hand brushing her girlfriend’s panties, lifting her shirt, spilling her breasts, and dipping to kiss her nipples.
 

I’ve been awake for a while. But I’m tired from our night. I woke up smiling, feeling lace at my fingers, remembering how we’d finally fallen into bed.
 

I hear them kissing, softly, trying not to wake me. But I’m not sleeping, and can feel myself getting wet, knowing I’ll be joining them soon.

I’m certain Leigh is stripping her girlfriend of panties. I flip to see it. Jenny turns and smiles. “Good morning.”
 

I smile and give my “Good morning,” both words in a giggle. Leigh finds my eyes. I’m not sure I’ve seen her smile wider.

I’m soaked remembering our night: so much pussy, both girls rubbing it all over me, moaning and screaming, minutes spent with my head swimming near blackout, and my final collapse. A short rest before things finally finished with me and Leigh screaming through an explosive goodnight while Jenny watched.
 

Now it’s me and Jenny, while her girlfriend is staring.
 

Leigh smiles at us both, patient as Jenny fondles my breasts.
 

She turns to Leigh. My hand slithers between her legs. Leigh pulls her lacy top to her waist. Mine is already there.
 

I wake each morning excited, thrilled to find Richard beside me. Most mornings we fuck. This morning, I woke up sticky enough to glaze a dozen donuts, in need of the women beside me.
 

Richard said I had feelings to sort. That I had to figure out who I was. I said I knew plenty. Turns out I didn’t.
 

Now I’m on my knees and naked, facing Leigh, about to kiss her.

Jenny says, “You two first.”
 

I’m flushed with excitement, again struck by Leigh’s body: its beauty, and how much I love looking at it. She opens her mouth, inviting my tongue. I slip it between her lips as Jenny’s hand falls between Leigh’s legs.
 

My asshole flexes. My pussy pulses. I watch Jenny rubbing Leigh and need someone to touch me.
 

I pull back and gather long hair behind my thin neck. Leigh leans and takes my breast in her mouth. The girlfriends meet at my body to share. Leigh’s on my right, and Jenny on my left. Leigh’s leaning against the headboard, on all fours, hovering over Jenny’s stacked legs. Each is mouthing a tit. I’m leaning back, eyes closed, grabbing my ankles and nudging my body up to get more of me into their mouths.
 

Jenny lets us kiss, like she has all night.
 

Her fingers are brushing my middle as I French kiss her girlfriend. My tongue swims in Leigh’s mouth, tasting what I tasted through the second half of yesterday, all night, in my dreams once I found them, and early enough in my waking to keep most of my thoughts from reaching for Richard.
 

Leigh leans back. Jenny and I fall at her breasts as if ordered.
 

“Mmmm,” she moans. “That feels so good. More of that.”
 

I can hear Jenny sucking, hard like I am, and can see her flicking her tongue at Leigh’s pink, stone-hard nipple. I palm Leigh’s pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Soon I’ll be dipping a finger.
 

“Lie down,” Jenny whispers to Leigh.
 

Leigh smiles at her lover and lays on the bed. “Now you,” Jenny says, turning to me and pointing at her other lover. “Kiss her.”
 

I lie beside Leigh, sideways, and kiss her as she wraps an arm backward behind my head. The other is splayed on the bed beside her.