Chapter 37 Zach #2
‘Yes, sir.’ She pulls her hand out of Maddy’s pussy and yanks down her thong, helping Mads as she attempts to step out of it in her vertiginous heels.
I watch the slide of female skin against female skin.
I have no intention of laying a finger on Iz, but they look so soft together.
So perfect. I have no doubt they could have a fucking great time without my presence.
The mere thought has my resolve—and my cock—hardening.
I take another step forward as Izzy unhooks Mads’ bra and slides the straps down her arms before tossing it away.
My beautiful girlfriend stands there between the two of us, looking my fully clothed body up and down.
Her gaze lingers on my erection, and she licks her lips.
I shake my head. ‘Not yet.’
She pouts, and I internally roll my eyes. If she thinks I have difficulty withstanding manufactured female pouts, she has no fucking clue about parenting.
‘Right,’ I tell Iz. ‘You take her tits. I’ll take her pussy. But she doesn’t get to come yet.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Izzy says. What a good girl she is. It’s a shame other people can’t be so compliant.
Izzy finds Maddy’s tits and begins to knead them with a slow rhythm, alternating her massage with pinches and rolls and flicks of her fingers on Maddy’s nipples.
I step further forward so Izzy’s knuckles are practically brushing against my chest. Even with her heels on, Mads has to look up at me, which makes me really fucking happy. It’ll remind her who’s boss.
I cup her jaw with one hand, tilting her face up further, and kiss her deeply as, with my other hand, I find the soft, slick, heavenly folds of her pussy.
Fuck me, she feels fucking divine. Literally divine.
Otherworldly. I slip a couple of fingers straight inside her as I allow my thumb to circle the swollen, slippery bud of her clit. Slowly. Languorously.
For a few moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing, the wet sound of Maddy’s body sucking me in, and her constant moans into my mouth as, between us, Izzy and I work her body, winding it higher and higher.
I could do this all night. I could stand here and kiss and finger-fuck my beautiful girlfriend, knowing that all her favourite body parts are being touched. Worshipped. Defiled. That she’s beside herself with need in this moment.
Unfortunately, my cock can definitely not stand here all night, because it’s this close to shooting its load.
So I pull away from her all-absorbing body, taking a few steps backwards and collapsing into the armchair.
I stretch my legs out and plant my feet wide.
Maddy’s eyes are open, her expression dazed.
I nod in the general direction of my dick.
‘Get on your knees, sweetheart, and take it out. Iz, I want her coming on your mouth while she does it. You can get yourself off too, if you need to,’ I add, because desire’s written all over Izzy’s face, too, and I don’t want to be a dick about this.
If she has needs, she should take care of them. She’s not my focus here.
Rather than walk over here and sink to her knees in front of me, which is what I assume she’ll do, my beautiful girlfriend drops to her knees right where she is and crawls towards me.
It’s only a few paces, but the sight of her naked, on hands and knees, tits swinging heavily as she approaches and her gaze fixed unwaveringly on me, is one I’ll take to my grave with me, because I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
And from the lascivious way Izzy’s staring at Mads’ exposed pussy as she comes over, neither has she.
Mads raises herself up onto her knees between my legs and busies herself with my belt buckle. I can’t resist raking her beautiful, shiny hair off her face.
‘Hi, sweetheart,’ I say softly to her. The answering emotion in her smile is impossible to miss, even through her haze of arousal, and I feel it with every broken part of my heart.
And then she’s getting my swollen, weeping dick out, and I feel her with every part of that appendage, too.
She settles down, one forearm resting on my thigh as she lowers her dark head.
Her plush lips close softly over my dick as she licks through my slit with the very tip of her tongue, and I nearly lose the fucking plot because she is so fucking perfect in every way.
Aside from her willingness to exploit sneaky relationship loopholes, that is.
I fist handfuls of her hair with both hands as I take in this blessed sight.
I can’t see the beauty of her mouth on my dick, only the top of her head.
But my gaze roves over the curves of her spine to the white globes of her arse, and I watch with intense gratification as Izzy kneels between Mads’ legs, parts said globes, and buries her face deep in Maddy’s folds in what strikes me as an innovative and fucking genius spin on the conga.
My inner demon makes a decidedly unwelcome appearance. Look at you, for fuck’s sake. You’re in a fucking sex club, having a threesome and watching some woman go down on your too-young girlfriend while she sucks your dick. Jesus Christ, mate. What a cliché.
I bid him a swift and furious farewell, because while he’s not wrong, and while this scenario is truly ridiculous, it is also hot as fuck, and I want to savour every moment.
And so I do.
I sit there and revel in the almost unbearable pleasure of my clever girlfriend’s clever mouth and lips and tongue teasing every millimetre of my aching cock, slithering over my rock-hard shaft and coaxing my climax closer with every passing second as she wiggles her fine, fine arse in the face of another woman.
Not just face.
Fingers.
I can clearly make out Izzy’s finger disappearing into a hole that’s far too close to her spine to be her pussy, and Mads is fucking loving it.
And I can’t quite see, but I suspect Iz has her other hand firmly tending to her own pussy as she licks my girlfriend like an ice cream and probes her most secret places.
We’re all moaning. Grunting. It’s fucking filthy. Animalistic. Two of us are working very hard, and neither of those people is me. I’m sitting here, taking in the greatest show on earth as Mads gives me the most memorable, intense blowjob of my life.
It’s all the more intense because she’s very fucking close to losing it, I can tell. Her licks and sucks are getting sloppier, hungrier, more fevered, and I love it. I make a mental note to sixty-nine her a lot more often if this is how she sucks me when she’s about to shoot her own load.
‘Fuck, I’m going to come,’ I warn Mads, but it seems like she beats me to it.
Her mouth, as I empty myself into it in long, pained and fucking amazing spurts, is all over me, tugging and sucking, her head jerking from side to side while her firm grip takes me with her, her moans of delight and release partially gagged because she has a mouthful of my cock and my cum.
And that makes it even better. I convulse madly, my head jerking forward, pulling her hair harder than I mean to as she whimpers and swallows and whimpers again before she licks me clean.
As I smooth her hair back, I notice through my haze that Izzy has released Mads’ pussy and is rubbing her face all over Mads’ arse cheeks as she shudders through her own frenzied orgasm.
I begin to laugh in sheer delight, a ridiculous feeling of levity taking over as I look down at my girlfriend’s surprised and delighted smile, because, in the words of my favourite fictional footballer, that was fucking mental.