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She managed to say, “Gar-garde-gar—ah! Ah!”

Mia pinched the nipple and rolled it. “Did your gardener
have too much fun with it?”

Naomie whimpered and hoped that was enough of an
affirmative. She needed a reprieve. Mia’s hot, wet mouth surrounding Naomie’s
nipple so the woman could drag her tongue around Naomie’s areola in rapid laps
answered that question.

Around the quivering bud, Mia said, “Too bad. You just have
to deal.” She returned to her circuit, trying to go for a one-minute mile.

That was Naomie’s limit. She wasn’t fat but she was singing
the session to an end. Her voice warbled as she let loose a long call of
gratification that would have impressed her former vocal coach.

If she’d had any tension, this orgasm would have taken care
of it. All Naomie’s muscles were liquid with fatigue from being tensed during
her friends’ diligent perusal of her intimate anatomy.

Arisa backed off first, grinning and wiping her mouth. Fred
took her time slipping her tongue from Naomie’s hole, making sure Naomie felt
every bit of it and the barbell piercing. Finally Mia lifted her head.

Naomie’s sigh of relief deflated her. After Fred eased
Naomie’s leg off the stool, Mia helped Naomie sink to the floor onto her knees.
She sat shaking her head. It took a few minutes before she said, “Finished.”

Her friends exchanged looks with each other, looks that said
Naomie might be finished but they weren’t.

Naomie waved them away. “Go on without me. I’m done for.
I’ll only slow you down.”

They would have to continue girl talk with just three.
Naomie needed the rest of the visit to recuperate so she could drive home. Then
again, maybe she should have Dane swing by after work and pick her up. Mia or
Quincy could always drop off her car later. She hated having to call Dane after
he’d gone into work early but she would hate having an accident from driving
fatigued even more.

Fred crouched down behind Naomie and rested her chin on
Naomie’s shoulder. “Baby doll, I already said this isn’t a bar. You don’t get
to tap out.” She hooked one finger inside Naomie’s asshole.

Naomie let slip an excited yelp as her body readied for the
next round.

Fred kissed Naomie’s neck. “Not until I tap that ass. Now up
you go.”

Naomie rose ass first because of Fred’s finger guiding her.
She didn’t want to stand or walk over to the oversized ottoman or feel her hole
sucking on Fred’s finger, inviting it to go deeper.

She said as Fred urged her to crawl onto the couch, “I’m too
tired to keep going.”

Mia said, “Go to sleep if you want but I promise that won’t
stop us.”

“Sorry, Naomie, but Mia’s right,” Arisa said. “I’ve never
seen you this turned-on. I didn’t know you could look so damn sexy. And the
sounds you make…” She rubbed her clit through her panties with a rumbling sound
of hunger. “I only wish we had more time.”

Fred removed her finger. “We will next round, cookie. We’re
hosting. No need to allow for commute time and Dane can go one night without
her.”

One night!

Naomie didn’t want to contemplate what Arisa and Fred would
do to her without witnesses present. Another part of her—the traitorous part—thrilled
at the idea of Arisa and Fred pleasuring her for a full night. She’d seen the
women’s toy chest. Naomie had a box—about the size of a file cabinet drawer,
maybe a little smaller. They had a
chest
—large and wooden like something
out of a pirate movie—and swings—plural, three different kinds—and an entire
room devoted to all the different ways two women could have sex.

She knew without a doubt Fred and Arisa would introduce
Naomie to all those ways thoroughly and in depth…if they were given the chance.
Now that their son was away at college, Fred and Arisa had ample opportunities.
They just needed Naomie to stumble into their parlor without Dane at her side
to get her back out. Then again, knowing him he would probably leave her there
so he could watch while jerking off.

The more she thought about the scenario, the more she
concluded Dane would be of no help. If Arisa asked him the right way, he would
probably deliver Naomie to them with a giant bow around her ass and an
invitation to partake. And Mia wouldn’t help either…not Naomie. Mia would
probably stand with Arisa and Fred, waiting her turn.

Naomie should wonder how she’d fallen in with such a
perverted crowd who were hell-bent on making her into their own living sex doll
but that was a waste of time. She’d ended up with this crowd because she’d
sought them out. They wanted to fuck her and she wanted to let them.

The ladies left Naomie lying on the ottoman while they
returned to the dining room. She shrugged and closed her eyes, deciding to
catch a quick nap until they returned. Hopefully she would only doze. She had
no doubt Mia and the others wouldn’t stop if Naomie did fall asleep for real.

Arisa said in a soft, cooing tone, “She’s so cute when she’s
sleeping.”

Naomie blinked open her eyes. Mia, Arisa and Fred stood
naked and bearing toys. With a tired sigh, Naomie pushed to her knees. “So now
what?”

Sure it was a loaded question but she still asked. Her tiny
micro-nap had helped a little. Not much but she wasn’t in danger of passing
out…yet. The three toys the ladies sported—a double-headed dildo, a G-spot
vibrator with clit tickler, and a ribbed gun-shaped vibe Naomie suspected was
an anal probe—might change that.

Fred had the gun. She turned the grip so it pointed up and
then inserted it into Naomie’s pussy. A satisfied purr left her lips. The
“trigger” of the gun rested against Fred’s clit and suddenly Naomie knew what
it was—another dual-action toy. She hadn’t seen one like it before in the
stores. Must be new.

Reaching between her legs, Fred twisted her wrist and the
gun started buzzing. She squeezed her legs together. “Mmmmm. So good.”

“Oh God,” Naomie rasped. A vibrating anal toy in the hands
of a woman who loved ass. Naomie should have run when she had the chance…was
what her mind said. Her body had other plans. She found herself dropping
forward onto her hands with her ass pushed in Fred’s direction and her knees
spread wide.

Mia whistled. “That’s the way,
mamí
. Look at her.
She’s a liar, saying she’s tired when she’s begging so hard she’s dripping.”

The sound of the vibe had Naomie’s pussy drooling. It was a
Pavlovian response. She heard anything that sounded even remotely like a
vibrator and her pussy flooded. Dane had switched to a bladed razor because his
electric excited Naomie to the point where he’d had to do her on the bathroom
sink every morning for a month. It hadn’t mattered if she was sound asleep when
he started shaving. The sound, even if muffled by the bathroom fan, had woken
her.

By the time Dane figured out the cause of Naomie’s amorous
attitude so early in the day, morning sex had become part of their regular
routine—vibe-like sounds to get Naomie excited or not. It was a trait he used
to his advantage on those rare times when she tried to cut him off because he’d
made her angry. Hard to stay mad at a man she wanted to fuck.

Likewise, the humming toy made it hard for her to think
about sleep when all she wanted was to feel it inside her ass. Naomie bobbed
her hips as Fred approached. The woman grinned.

“That’s the way. I’m about to give that luscious ass
something to suck on.” Fred placed her hands on Naomie’s waist and tugged.
“Back it up, baby doll.”

Naomie inched back, expecting to feel the vibe against her
asshole any second. Instead the toy slipped between her pussy lips to nudge
against her clit. She let out a pleasured moan as she shifted her slit over it,
rubbing her ass against Fred’s belly and exciting her clit.

Arisa said, “I think we need to change the purpose of these
orgies to Naomie fuck parties.”

“No complaints from me.” Fred gripped Naomie’s ass cheeks,
spreading them so she could stroke Naomie’s rim with her thumbs.

Naomie cried out as she moved faster. She was close to
begging. If Fred hadn’t been holding her in this position, she would have
impaled her hole on the toy already.

Mia said, “We do that and Quincy and Dane will want in on
it.”

“Good. Let them. At least that way I might get another
chance at Naomie’s ass.” Fred shifted back, dragging the vibe over Naomie’s
pussy, and then placed the vibe’s tip against Naomie’s hole.

Done with teasing, Naomie shoved back. Each rippled edge of
the toy as it passed her rim pulled a happy cry from her until she was panting
loud. Fred thrust, planting the vibe deep with every stroke.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yessss!” Naomie arched her back down
and her ass up, trying to get closer and send the vibe farther along its path.
Her pussy winked and drooled over the internal humming massage. She started
rubbing her clit so she could reach her orgasm quicker.

Arisa grabbed Naomie’s wrist. “No you don’t. Until this
party is over, that little clit is all mine.”

Fred paused her movements long enough for Arisa to lie on
her back beneath Naomie. Arisa’s legs hung off the other side of the square
ottoman with her head situated between Naomie’s spread legs.

“Such a lovely view.” Arisa passed one hand over Naomie’s
slit. “And it will look so much better when I add this.” She stuffed the G-spot
vibrator into Naomie’s pussy and flipped it on to the maximum setting.

Naomie’s arms gave out. She dropped onto Arisa, her breasts
pressing against the woman’s waist. The vibrator stimulated Naomie inside and
out. Her clit pulsed, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

Arisa said, “That’s not all.”

The intensity of the vibe in Naomie’s ass increased until it
resonated with the vibrations in her pussy. Her entire body quaked with orgasm.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Goddamning fuck!”

“Such a filthy mouth,” Mia said, coming around to Naomie’s
head. “Let’s give you something to keep it busy.” She tapped one end of the
double-headed dildo against Naomie’s lips.

Naomie continued shaking as she lifted her head and opened
her mouth. Mia eased the dildo past Naomie’s lips at the same time Fred started
moving again. Naomie sucked the dildo deep, needing something to occupy her
mouth. She only wished it were the real thing. The toy reminded her she hadn’t
gotten to suck Dane’s dick that morning.

She had gotten a good rhythm going, when Mia pulled the
dildo free. Naomie whined at her but shouldn’t have bothered because Mia gave
her the other side. As Naomie sucked it, Mia inserted the wet end into her
pussy. She rocked with a satisfied purr, nudging the dildo so it bumped the
back of Naomie’s throat.

Mia pushed the dildo nice and deep inside her pussy before
pulling it from Naomie. This time she gave it to Arisa. Mia bent her knees,
spread Arisa’s legs and entered Arisa in a swift, well-practiced move. Arisa
squealed with delight. Her reaction jiggled the vibrator she held, which got
Naomie squealing too.

Since Naomie had lost her pacifier, she lifted up onto her
hands and went after Mia’s breasts instead. Time to repay her earlier. Naomie
latched on to the closest one to her mouth and sucked until the nipple was hard
and Mia was moaning. Naomie flicked her tongue up and down over the taut bud
and then side to side. As much as she wanted to tease Mia with her teeth, she
couldn’t chance it, not with Fred moving in her ass. Naomie might get too
excited and bite down. That would ruin everything.

With each of the women singing her passion for the
neighborhood to hear, ending early would be a bad thing. Well, ending early due
to injury. There were other ways to end the session that were much more
delightful.

Such as Naomie flicking her fingers over Arisa’s clit. After
shifting her weight and walking her fingers down Arisa’s stomach, Naomie used
two fingers to tease the sensitive skin. Arisa bucked to meet Mia’s thrusts at
the same time she stirred the vibrator inside Naomie, who bounced her hips
faster. Fred tried to hold Naomie steady, possibly to slow her down, but Naomie
was too far gone for slow. The previous orgasm had been a teaser for the one
Naomie knew was coming.

“Cookie, stop,” Fred rasped, digging her fingers into
Naomie’s ass.

Naomie didn’t know what Arisa was doing but it had Fred
trembling.

Arisa said, “Naomie isn’t the only one around here with a
sensitive ass.”

“Not two, honey. Not…Arisa…not…no-not—ah!” Fred slammed
forward, burying the vibrating anal probe into Naomie’s asshole, and shook as
her climax overcame her.

The sudden deep penetration sent Naomie over the edge after
Fred. Naomie squeezed Arisa’s shoulders between her knees as her body tightened
with her release. The resonating vibrations of the two toys inside her kept
wave after wave of her orgasm beating against her. She whimpered her need to
stop and moaned her pleasure that it continued.

“So quick, you two.” Mia tsked while shaking her head and
still pumping Arisa’s pussy.

Naomie jerked her head up and managed to yell, “Quick?” She
grabbed the handle of the vibrator from Arisa and pulled it out. Whipping it
forward, she pressed the humming tip against Mia’s clit.

Mia ground against the vibe and drove the double-headed
dildo deeper into herself and Arisa. Both women moaned as they squirmed against
each other.

Fred backed out of Naomie, walked around the group and knelt
down. “Let’s find out how sensitive your ass is.”

Mia started to shift away but Arisa wrapped her legs around
Mia’s thighs, trapping her. Naomie decided now was a good time to taste Mia’s
other nipple. She circled her tongue around it, enjoying the way it quivered.

Fred’s attention got Mia thrusting again and Arisa yelling
louder. The two women came in unison, their pleasured vocalizations
complimenting each other. Mia dropped to her knees.