16. June #5
June met Sette’s glazed-over gaze, hand finally finding hers. They were both sweaty. “Holy shit,” she again whimpered. “She feels so good.”
“Better than me?”
That’s entrapment! “No…”
“Liar.” Sette kissed her parted lips. Every thrust coming at June from behind threw her forward against Sette’s body. “That’s okay. When she’s done, I’ll be ready again. You’re not leaving this room until we’ve both taken every inch of your body.”
Sette kissed her again, harder, swallowing her moans as they crashed over her tongue.
“Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you again.”
June was too distracted by Miquela kneading her ass in an effort to get her to lie against the bed.
She’s going to trap me and pound me . Hell.
Yes! Could June bury her face in Sette’s lap while that happened?
She wanted to be so surrounded by the musk of women that she became convinced she had done something right and went to Heaven.
“I want you both,” she whined. “Don’t stop! Please, let me come!”
Her body demanded nothing less. She didn’t care if Miquela came too.
It was all good to June, who was going to come whether her women let her or not.
Sette was team orgasm, stroking June’s skin, pinching her nipples, and bending down to nibble on her ear.
Miquela intended for her to still be a slave to her needs, but that wasn’t possible. She was coming. Now.
Her whole body shook, and June swore upon her life that the entire bed was going down with her.
Somehow, Miquela and Sette remained stable, unwavering, but she was slipping from a good time to utter insanity.
Her thighs jerked around Miquela’s. Her hands clawed Sette’s legs.
One cry after another fell from her lips and threatened to steal her voice.
Miquela was on the brink, but she held back, fingers gripping June’s body until she turned red and Miquela’s knuckles turned white.
“ Qué pija ,” Miquela admonished her through gritted teeth. Doesn’t that mean dick? How funny for June to realize that as she crashed from her climax. Her body shot off Miquela’s strap-on and collapsed against the bed.
Sette patted her head. “My Spanish is a bit rusty, but I’m pretty sure you need to work that out with your therapist.”
“In Castilian , that means she’s a spoiled little tramp.
” Miquela lost the edge to her voice. No doubt she wanted nothing more than to come, but the worst of it had passed.
What are you waiting for? Gonna flip me over again?
June wouldn’t mind staring into her eyes while Miquela finally came.
“We have the most spoiled woman in the world right now. Two orgasms from two women obsessed with her. This next one is going to finish her off.”
June groaned as Miquela slipped into her again. What’s it to me? You’ve stretched me out, Ms. Bolivar. I’m all yours for the rest of the day.
“Eat her pussy, mi amour . We’re not done with you yet.”
Sette did not object to June crawling toward her lap and lavishing her with renewed attention.
I’m not done yet, either . Two hard orgasms may have been too much for some women, but June would keep going until her patrons told her to stop.
Not only did she want to please them, but she was always in the business of pushing herself as well!
All I taste is me. Not the first time in her life she had someone on one end while someone else took the other. Me, me, me . A powerful sensation. That was her body she tasted on Sette’s skin as she got into position. Not some other woman’s. Hers . She would only taste herself from now on.
It wasn’t that two women had her… it was that she had two women!
Spreading her wealth around was never more satisfying. June launched into one of the most impassioned rounds of oral sex she had ever felt compelled to indulge in. Sette was lucky enough to say she was on the other end.
“I think she likes me,” Sette said, letting out a long, whistling breath. “Her mouth is making love to my pussy over here to the point I think they might get married.”
“I’m not blind.” Miquela didn’t hesitate to take in the full view of June riding her strap-on. “You see, though, she can’t do that to me because something’s in the way. It’s not practical. I’m here to completely rewire her brain.”
“No wonder she fell in love with you. You have such a grand way with words.”
“You should hear me in French.”
“Both of you shut up,” June said, one hand firmly around Sette’s thigh. “Shut up and worship me like I worship you.”
Miquela buried her arms beneath June’s torso and lifted her into that satisfying lap. “What do you really want, mi amour? Besides me, that is.”
June bit her bottom lip, legs straddling Miquela’s lap, and hand redirecting the strap-on back into her, hopefully for a final time. “What do you think?” Before Miquela could get too smug, June elaborated, “I want you both inside of me. Now.”
She sensed Sette behind her. You’ve done it before. Do it again. I’m ready. June wouldn’t be complete until she knew what it was like to make love the only way the three of them could.
Sette kissed her shoulder blade, her touch scattered across her hips and spreading thighs. “I was hoping you would say that,” she muttered. “Whenever you’re ready.”
June wrapped her arms around Miquela. Not to take solace in her unending strength, but to give her other patron the access she needed to her body. Sette did not disappoint with her exploring fingertips.
“Touch my ass,” June said, cheek resting against Miquela’s shoulder. “I’m ready.”
“You want me to… what? ”
“Well, unless you find another dildo around here, you’re gonna have to use that creative artist brain to figure out what to do with my ass, Dr. Christie!”
“Tell me you brought more friends,” Sette said to Miquela, her fingers tracing the curve of June’s spine.
“ Friends? You mean toys? Why? You wouldn’t know what to do with one.”
Sette laughed. “Oh, honey. You of all people should know I do. You’ve got the scratches on your back to prove it.” She nipped June’s ear. “Should I go on?”
Miquela’s rhythm stuttered for a beat. A flicker of something, possibly grudging respect, crossed her face before she masked it. She answered by fucking June harder. Jesus! Calm down!
“Fine,” Miquela grunted, her focus back on June. “My small black bag. Don’t break it!”
Sette was off the bed in a flash. A moment later, she returned, a triumphant smirk on her lips. In her hand was a sleek, smaller harness and a “friend” to go with it. “My, my,” Sette purred, holding it up. “A discerning collection.”
She knelt behind June again, the new harness brushing against the back of her thigh. “This one,” Sette murmured, her voice dropping, “is just for your ass. I’m going to open you up so slow… make you beg for it. Then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
Miquela drove up into her. “She’s already begging.”
June pushed back against both of them. “Then do it,” she gasped. “Now.”
Something – probably a sarcastic comment – rumbled in Miquela’s throat, but she bit it back. “If you can find room in there, friend,” was a good guess.
“Shut up, Miquela,” June murmured upon her skin, Sette getting into position behind her. She closed her eyes. “It’s not all about you.”
“No, it’s not.” She kissed her with the full power of her soul. “It’s about us.”
She wanted to reply, but the words were knocked from her head as Sette gently entered her from behind.
All she could do was smile and thank the stars that allowed these two women to not only come into her life, but to agree on this most fortuitous arrangement. They may joke that June was the grand winner here, but she hoped that all three of them could be happy from here on out.
Aw, what a sweet thing to think while I’m getting double-pounded… by lesbians, no less . Never let it be said that she didn’t have a soft spot, even during the hardest of moments.
She also had to admit that this was definitely the best way to enjoy both of her women. Patrons. Girlfriends. Whatever .
Who loved her more? Who pleasured her the most?
Who sounded the greatest in her ear, and who made her feel the most in love?
It was those sorts of questions that both entered her head and simultaneously didn’t matter.
One moment, she was with Miquela, content to feel her deep, unrelenting thrusts drive into her while that heavy mouth devoured one side of her throat.
Then she was with Sette, whose skillful touch and kisses to the other side of her neck were so loving that June almost fell in love with her all over again.
The best part? When she became fully aware of both of them, welcoming them inside of her and grateful to know them like this.
They caressed her. They fought to kiss her lips, separately and together.
They worshipped the curve of her back and the round of her breasts.
Hands pried apart her legs and pinned her to their laps.
Teeth nipped her ears while breath warmed her skin.
Growls, grunts, and feverish sounds of growing needs covered her body.
One moment, she leaned against Miquela’s chest, immersed in her scent and feeling her urges course beneath her skin.
The next? Falling back into Sette’s embrace, as tender as it was unrelenting.
June had discovered paradise. The moment she realized this, her body demanded she make the most of it.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, head resting back on Sette’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck me!”
Miquela responded to her first. No surprise, since the woman had yet to come and was so close to the edge that she was ready to succumb not once, but twice, so many times she became inhuman.
Sette wasn’t far behind. The fact that the two of them found a rhythm with her spoke of their desire to work as a team.
Two women who hadn’t known each other until they met her… and now they did this! For her!
Sette thrust up into her ass whenever Miquela slid out of her. This alternating motion soon had June grabbing them both and announcing that she hoped they were ready.
“Come with me, please,” she muttered against Miquela’s chin. As if she felt ignored, Sette slammed deep into her tightening ass. She shrieked. “Holy shit!”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Miquela couldn’t pull out of her if she wanted. Not with Sette so adamantly going at June’s other end. “How about her?”
“I don’t fucking care!” She flung her arms around Miquela and rode them both, her poor body ready to unleash the last of its willpower. “I’m coming!”
Her sob wasn’t of pain or regret. She wasn’t sure why she was sobbing while she had the greatest sex of her life, but her cries did not go unanswered.
Miquela finally gave in, hands snapping around her hips as she cried out.
The sound sent so many shudders down June’s spine that her ass clenched Sette deep inside of her. No escape for either one of them!
The moment was so surreal that June seriously doubted it had even happened.
One moment, she was minding her own business, enjoying her career and the simplicity she had cultivated over the years.
Then she was in the middle of the hottest threesome the world could have given her.
Not just sex and passion. Love. The absurdity!
Then again, it seemed the only way it could be possible for someone like her.
“I fucking love you.” Sette gave her one heavy kiss in the middle of her euphoric high and joined her, her body rising, rising until June felt nothing but absolute bliss.
June was the first to falter. Luckily, she had two women watching out for her, even in the haze of their own pleasure. Gingerly, she was lowered to the bed, Sette pulling out first, followed by Miquela. However, neither left her side, and she was glad of it.
“I love you, too.” Breathless, Miquela stroked her cheek and tickled the back of her neck. “ Te amo, siempre .”
June’s eyes fluttered open, one hand on either of them. “Now say it in French.” She could barely hear herself.
Miquela’s lips brushed against her ear. “ Je t’aime, toujours .”
She turned her attention to Sette, who was happy to be lightly kissed by such swollen lips. “What about you?”
“Did you forget that I said I loved you when I was deep in your ass? If that doesn’t count for something, I quit.”
“You know what? Speaking of…” Miquela freed herself from her straps and pushed herself up, sweaty and glorious as she addressed Sette on the other side of June. “I still haven’t come yet. Do me a favor, would you?”
It took Sette a moment to realize that was addressed to her. “Excuse me?”
“Come on, we all know that you’ve got that sexy little trick you do with your tongue and fingers. I’m dying over here, and she’s too worn out.”
June turned her head toward Sette. “Yeah. I’m too worn out. You should help her out with your tongue and fingers thing.”
“I can’t believe this. I’m being recruited for sexual services.”
“But you’ll do it, right?”
June laughed, enjoying the sweetest taste of Heaven a girl could ask for.