Chapter 24
As Vi got into position, I went over to the plastic container of lube and toys that Brenda and Wendy seemed to have in literally every room in their house…
there was definitely a matching one of these in the kitchen as well as the garden shed out back…
I think you know how I know they’re there…
and I pulled out a small packet of lube.
“She may be a bratty little bitch, but she deserves to be well-lubricated at the very least.” I said, handing the packet to Vi.
“Oh, did you hear that, Wendy? Emma still has a shred of respect for you. If your mouth wasn’t full of your own panties, it would probably be a good idea to thank her.
” Vi said. She ripped open the foil packet and dribbled some of the lube onto Wendy’s already soaking and waiting vulva, and then put the remainder of the packet along the top of the knobby, bent tentacle dildo.
That dildo was serious as hell, and really made mostly as a joke.
But size queens like Wendy didn’t know the meaning of a joke, it seemed.
I mean, it was so big that even I couldn’t take it, and I’m a huge fucking hedonist with an endless appetite to get fucked every way possible, so…
major props to Wendy for having the capacity.
“I’d say scream if it hurts, but…you can’t talk, so…I guess just deal with it.” Vi said, a mischievous grin on her face as she pushed the tip of the dildo into Wendy.
When Vi got bitchy and evil, it was a sight to behold.
This was one of those times. I knew she didn’t really like strapping women and much preferred to be on the receiving end of things, but that just meant that she would channel her frustration with the fact that she wasn’t getting pleasure from this into giving her victim…
er…partner…a pounding that would make their eyes roll back.
I could barely get Vi to strap me, even when I begged, so I don’t even know if Wendy knew how lucky she was right now.
“Oh, I hope you’re ready for this, Wen…” Vi said, holding Wendy’s legs as she eased it into her.
“Wendy’s going to be a nice little sub and take it, isn’t she?” I said, kneeling down again, sitting on the ground next to Wendy, watching Vi from the same perspective Wendy was seeing her, looking taller and more imposing than her small frame would usually allow.
Wendy nodded, her eyes twitching as she accepted more of the piece into her. It was a challenge for her, I could tell, but she was still loving it.
If it was too much, we always had the non-verbal safeword to deploy: a closed fist slapping against an open palm, like she was about to play rock paper scissors. It was something that wouldn’t naturally happen no matter how wild we got, so we’d agreed on it long ago as our out if we needed it.
But Wendy didn’t need an out right now, she needed quite the opposite.
“Good girl, Wendy…you feel that big thing stretching you, teaching you your lesson?” I said, keeping a calm, reassuring demeanor.
Because the physical aspects of this were a little overwhelming and Vi was more than capable of taking over in the bitchy, edgy domme role for me, I decided to be a little bit nicer to Wendy… a little.
“Vi, you are taming Wendy’s pussy very well…”
“Aww, thanks babe…” Vi said, grinning.
“What?” I said, gravity returning to my tone.
“I…I mean, thank you Mistress.” Vi said, quickly snapping back into her role. She was still a sub here, but more of a utilitarian sub for me, and she maybe needed a little reminder of that.
“That’s what I thought I heard…” I reached down and massaged Wendy’s breast, kneading it in my hand. “I certainly didn’t hear you talking to me like you’re my loving girlfriend or something…” I said, giving Vi a little relief that, yes, this was all still fun and games.
“Oh, of course.” Vi said.
“How does she feel, Wendy?” I brushed her forehead with the back of my hand, keeping my eyes locked with her, her white teeth clenched around the dark blue panties. “I bet you want to tell me all about how well Vi is railing you, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm…” Wendy nodded emphatically.
“But you can’t do it, because you were too mouthy, isn’t that right?” I said.
“The color of this going into her looks so cute, Mistress Emma…” Vi said, now sliding into and out of Wendy without much extra effort.
I looked down, moving my attention from Wendy’s face to watch Vi glide the orange tentacle into Wendy. It was actually cute, the bright orange and the delicious pink making a wonderful combo.
“Oh, Vi, you’re right…Wendy does have a cute pussy, doesn’t she?” I reached down and tickled the skin around her navel, which elicited a deep groan of satisfaction from Wendy.
“Yes Mistress, the cutest.” Vi slammed her hips into Wendy’s “I’m so happy I get to ruin it…”
“And Wendy’s an obedient little slut that’s going to love every moment of it, isn’t she?” I said, giving Wendy some of the saccharine, over-excited glee that she deployed in her own domme persona.
“She better.” Vi murmured.
I looked down at Wendy’s pussy and imagined how amazing it would feel to be filled up like that, with Vi behind the force. Vi strapping was something she didn’t even do for me much, so I hoped Wendy appreciated the treat she was getting.
But, as a domme, it was my job to make her earn the pleasure of that treat, and all of this fucking was staring to turn me on past the point of no return.
“Alright, I can still hear you, Wendy, so…clearly…the panties aren’t enough. Do you have any ideas, Vi?” I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, clearly telling her exactly what was going to happen.
“Oh…Wendy, you are so in luck that you get to get silenced by Emma for a while…” Vi grabbed at Wendy’s thighs and continued to fuck her, but her gaze kept wandering to me as she watched me undress.
No matter how long we’d been together and the hundreds of times she’d seen me get undressed, it always felt like she was seeing me naked for the first time, and that was such a delight.
“It’s true, she’s quite lucky…” I stood over Wendy, still in my shirt which I decided to keep on, and peered down at her. I’m sure the angle of looking up at me like this was beyond powerful, and the glimmer in Wendy’s eyes as she saw me told me I was right. “Open up.” I deadpanned.
Wendy tilted her head back and pushed the panties out with her tongue to offer them up to me. I hooked my finger into the leg hole and plucked them from Wendy’s mouth, only to be greeted with a smile.
“Do you know what I’m about to do, Wendy?” I said.
Very smartly, Wendy only nodded, knowing that saying yes could have made me seek to punish her more…as if any punishment between us would be something either of us would dislike.
“Here, princess, prop your head up.” I said, sliding a pillow beneath her neck, preparing her for me. After sitting on Monica’s face, I’d had a bit of a fixation on it, and since Wendy had such an eagerness to do it to others, I was delighted that I’d get to turn the tables on her for this time.
With Wendy safely in position, I turned to face Vi. Facing away would probably feel better, but the visual connection with Vi and seeing her going inside of Wendy was going to be worth the less ideal positioning.
I straddled Wendy’s face and felt her tongue instantly lap at my lips, making me almost double over before I even got fully settled.
“Fuck…god, Wendy…I’d say don’t do that until I’m ready, but…fuck…never mind.” I laughed.
“Maybe my little pounding has gotten her worked up.” Vi said.
“It…certainly has done something.” My knees shook and my body twitched as Wendy didn’t hold back, devouring me, making the haughty and self-assured domme freeze up, and suddenly I was just a woman being eaten out by her friend, which wasn’t a bad position to be in. “God, you’re feral, Wen…”
I’m sure Wendy tried to reply, but my pussy being spread over her face really put a stop to that.
“You’re making her eyes roll, Wendy.” Vi said, grinning at me.
“S—stop…I’m supposed to be…mysterious…” I said, my brain now scrambled.
Feeling bold, I think, and knowing she had me at a moment of weakness, Wendy grabbed at my hips and pulled me closer to her mouth, her face pressing into me in the best fucking way possible.
“Oh…god…fuck, Wendy…” I said, suddenly overwhelmed.
“When, it looks like you’ve broken Emma, that doesn’t happen often…” Vi said, staring at me as she continued to pump into Wendy.
Listen, I’m the kind of person who will admit defeat when I’ve truly been bested, and this was one of those moments.
Being a domme is about having controlling the scene and giving the sub what they wanted, but in some cases, like this, when you were around trusted friends, letting the mask slip was going to happen.
And, since having Wendy wear me like a mask is what caused this, I just fully capitulated and let the persona drop, giggling into my hand as I folded to Wendy’s expertise.
“Alright…yellow light…” I groaned. Wendy, always the cautious participant, paused her tongue-lashing.
I raised my hips up, and Wendy said “Yeah?” From beneath me. Vi held steady too, the tentacle about halfway in.
“Everyone OK to just…fuck?” I said.
“I think…we’re doing pretty well at that already.” Vi grinned.
“Will you tell everyone else that I was able to break your domme brain, Em?” Wendy said, the vibrations from her cheery voice so close to my center making me swirl in anticipation on their own.
“If you make me come…”
“Is there any question to that happening?”
“Absolutely not…” I said, lowering myself back down to Wendy, and discovering that there was not much time at all before Wendy would have me as a shuddering mess on top of her, which is exactly what she wanted, I’m sure. And I wanted it too.
In the flurry of activity, I didn’t initially notice how enthusiastic and powerful Vi was looking at this moment.
She’s always the softer side of the two of us, and I loved her for it, but when she switched things up and took on a slightly masc edge…
maybe when she was, say, relentlessly pounding one of her best friends with a dildo the size of her wrist, well, it was just a nice bit of contrast.
So maybe it was seeing Vi like that, her body glistening with sweat, the silver bars through her nipples glinting in the light, that made me come so very quickly after just letting go and letting it happen…
Alright it was probably also Wendy’s unbeatable enthusiasm to try to get as much of her mouth and tongue inside of or against my overloaded pussy as she possibly could. It definitely had to be both, right?
“Fuckkkkkk…” I whined, my body seizing before I lost control and lurched forward, tumbling down as I came with a vengeance.
My head fell against Wendy’s hip, which gave me an incredible view of Vi sending Wendy herself into heaven, the tentacle stretching Wendy’s eager and soaking wet pussy almost to its limit…
and as Wendy moaned against me, screaming out a mix of praise and elation about Vi and me, and my thoughts about how fucking magical Wendy was being matched exactly.
After our orgasms crested, and I was pretty sure Wendy had a second one, Vi leaned back on her heels, pulling the dildo out of Wendy, smiling. The orange silicone was slick and shiny, the proof of a job well done.
“Damn, you two…” Vi grinned, looking at me. She would have looked at Wendy if, as established, Wendy’s face wasn’t occupied.
“Damn yourself.” I used Vi’s shoulder for balance as I carefully pulled myself off of Wendy, even if I really wanted to stay there for a few more hours if she would have let me. “That was incredible, both of you.”
“I think…very confident I saw into the cosmos on that one, Vi…” Wendy wiped her face with her hand, her cheeks beet red and her skin glistening from me.
“Glad to have been of assistance…” Vi flicked at the closure on the harness, and the formerly turgid tentacle went slack and bounced on her thigh.
I reached out and took the harness into my hand, pulling it away from Vi with a smirk. “Oh, don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily, kitten.”
The glee on Vi’s face was more than enough to remind me why I spent so much time around her.