8 #2
Teri swirls her tongue around Lorna’s outer lips and slowly, slowly, slowly, circles in toward that deliciously creamy center.
Lorna writhes in wonder on the countertop, clutching her breasts and looking down into Teri’s shining eyes.
I am witnessing something truly special and utterly unique.
Teri laps at her slick prize, tongue gliding along the length of Lorna’s slit, from entrance to clit and back again, each movement slowed and exaggerated to maximum effect.
Lorna isn’t shy about letting us both know how good it feels.
I have never heard a woman in rapture to this extent before.
“Fuck, Teri, oh my - fuck, it’s so good!”
And still Teri remains calm and composed and collected.
If I were in her place, I wouldn’t be able to resist applying more pressure or quickening my movements.
Teri does neither. She wallows in the moment and allows Lorna to feel every exquisite flick and swipe and glide of her talented tongue.
I thought she gave a good blowjob earlier today, but that pales in comparison to her cunnilingus abilities.
I’m sitting on the sidelines of the most intense, erotic thing I have ever watched. The stool feels too hard and my pants feel too small. I can hardly blink for fear of missing something I’ve never seen before.
“Teri… Oh, Teri…”
Now she begins to push her tongue inside Lorna, teasing and fucking that soaking entrance at a gentle pace.
Lorna spares me a look and her face tells me everything.
This moment is beyond her wildest dreams and fantasies.
Teri gently, slowly, lovingly, stokes the fire in Lorna’s belly, allowing it to flourish and spark and grow without any force or pressure.
She is so careful and considerate that Lorna’s climax feels less like an objective and more like an inevitable outcome.
I’m fascinated by Teri’s skills and turned on watching this display in equal measure.
As I watch, Lorna’s body seems to tense and draw in, her muscles clenching and contracting. Her breath is fast and shallow; her moans loud and senseless. Even her eyes seem unfocussed now. She’s on the cusp, the precipice, the edge of oblivion.
For the first time, Teri’s eyes swing toward me. For a second, I wonder if she wants me to look away, to preserve this incredible moment between the two women. But then I understand why she’s seeking me out. She wants my permission.
“Make her cum.”
And she does.
Oh, God, does she ever.
“Teri-!” That single cry explodes out of Lorna’s parted lips and she shudders in all-consuming pleasure on the island counter, her legs twitching, fingers clutching her breasts.
Her eyes close and her cries become more intense than anything I’ve ever heard before in my entire life.
Thank goodness these women have already brought me to orgasm twice today; without that, I might not be able to make it through this experience.
The louder Lorna climaxes, the more Teri licks her pulsing, throbbing lips. Teri drinks her lover’s orgasm with undisguised delight, eyes sparkling, moaning her own pleasant lusty tune at the same time.
It seems to continue for minutes. Teri keeps Lorna in that beautiful stage of breathless torment. The longer Lorna orgasms, the more intense it becomes. Her face turns red with the power of Teri’s talents.
“Fuck!”
And with that, Lorna gasps for air and finally comes back to earth.
She spasms and shakes again. Teri doesn’t stop her gentle, relentless exploration until Lorna finally waves both hands in helpless surrender.
Teri eases back at once. Her lips are coated in Lorna’s passion and she’s smiling in total bliss.
“Oh… God…” Lorna’s eyes are wide. She looks at me and giggles. “Thank you… sir.”
I have no words. What is a man supposed to say after witnessing something like this? I can’t help but be in awe of them both. This is how they live. This is how they understand sex and intimacy. I am hopelessly out of my depth - but I’m willing to learn.
“That was so worth the wait.” Teri stands and stretches. She extends a hand and helps Lorna down from the counter. The two naked girls embrace and kiss, sharing the taste of Lorna’s orgasm. Finally, they turn their sultry gazes to me.
Lorna says, “Maybe we should show Ian how much we appreciate him?”
“Mmm… that would be fun…”
They take me by the hands and guide me through the house. They sit me on the comfortable couch in the living room.
And then they proceed to blow my mind. Again.
~ Teri ~
I’m perfectly content to let Lorna lead for our first threesome with Ian. I asserted myself with her but that was enough for now. The more I think about it, or just feel it, the more I like being told what to do. Whether by Lorna or Ian is immaterial to me.
Although I get a sudden twinge in my belly every time Lorna calls Ian, ‘Sir.’ I want to follow her lead but I don’t know if I have the courage to even do that. So I just stay quiet.
“Now you just relax, sir, and let us take care of you,” Lorna says as she sits beside Ian on the sofa.
She motions with her eyes for me to sit on the other side of him and I am quick to follow her unspoken instructions.
She reaches for his cheek and pulls his face into a kiss as I watch.
She kisses him lightly for a few seconds before she backs away and nods for him to kiss me.
He turns to me and I wait for him to kiss me but he doesn’t, not at first and I’m unsure of what to do about it.
“Come on, you two,” she chides us gently as her hand drifts down to Ian’s pants.
She caresses him through the fabric, clearly in no rush to liberate his cock but content to draw out our foreplay.
Ian glances at her hand before he turns to me again and this time, thankfully, he leans in to kiss me.
I let him and moan into his mouth as I close my eyes and luxuriate in the feel and taste of him. He really is a fantastic kisser.
We don’t linger too long and when Ian ends our kiss, he turns to kiss Lorna again and she lifts her hand from his crotch to touch his cheek again.
I wonder briefly if I should caress his manhood in her absence but I decide against it.
I will be, in every way I know how, more reticent and more subservient than her.
I’ve never felt this way before but it feels so right to me.
Ian’s kiss deepens with Lorna as I watch them and I find myself hoping he does the same thing with me when it’s my turn again.
I wait for their kiss to run its course and when it does, Ian turns to me and I smile appreciatively, bat my lashes before I close my eyes again and lose myself in his delicious lips and tongue.
I’ve known this man less than a day and I already feel myself falling hard for him.
He is so masculine without being overbearing, so decisive without being rude, and so delightfully male in stark comparison to Lorna’s delicious femininity that I am bowled over by the sensual bounty I’ve stumbled into.
I feel indebted, in the best way, to both Lorna and Ian for my sudden good fortune.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, sir,” Lorna says when Ian finishes kissing me.
She pulls his shirt over his head and he lets her as I watch.
After she tosses the shirt playfully over her shoulder, she kisses his mouth again but briefly, just long enough before she nuzzles his neck and he turns to me again for a similar brief kiss.
I love that I get to mirror her and Ian gets it and we haven’t said a word about it; everything about this is just so easy and natural and right.
When Lorna ducks her head down to lick Ian’s nipple, I follow her lead and we play with his hard nubs for a few seconds.
Then she stands up unexpectedly and pulls Ian up from the couch.
She’s unbuckling his belt before I stand up to join them and she shoots me a look with a playfully cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile as she sinks to her knees next to him so that I will too.
We liberate his hard cock from his jeans and she looks up at him with an appreciative smile.
I glance up as well to find his eyes dancing back and forth between us, a broad smile lighting up his gorgeous face as he watches us.