Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife
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"Chris is okay with all of this?" I asked, her tongue working magic between my thighs, making me feel dizzy with lust.
Kelly smiled. "We'd do anything for you, sweetie. Besides, you know that no man could say no to the two of us together, not with his resistance down…"
"You're bad," I whispered, her tongue distracting me as I watched it flick between the crotchless panties, back and forth over my clit.
"No," she said, meeting my eyes. " You're bad… remember?"
I nodded and swallowed hard, leaning back on my elbows and putting my feet up on the bed.
"God, I love your little cunt…"
I groaned at her words, feeling the heat of them flush my face, and I spread myself open for her. I couldn't help it, I was too excited, and it felt too good to make her stop.
"Tell me," she murmured, probing her fingers deep inside. "Tell me what to do, what you want…"
Biting my lip, I hesitated. "I don't think I can…"
"Yes, you can," she assured me, pulling back. "You did it the other night with John, remember? Talk dirty, Tara. Say all those words he doesn't want to know that you know."
I took a deep breath, using my fingers to spread my lips open a little, telling her:
"Lick me."
"More." She nodded, smiling, leaning in, her mouth so close I could feel her breath.
"Lick… lick my cunt," I said, hearing the tremble in my own voice.
"Mmmmm!" Her mouth moved over my mound, kissing my lips, parting them just a little with her tongue. "Better… more…"
Her tongue made slow circles, around and around my clit, making me moan.
"Yes," I whispered, rocking up toward her mouth. "Ohh lick my hot, wet cunt."
Kelly made a deep noise in her throat, moving in to really tongue my pussy, lapping at my wetness. My nipples were poking up through the netting in my teddy and I pulled on them, sending sweet waves of sensation down between my legs with every tug.
"Oh God," I moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth. "That's so fucking good!"
Urging me on with her noises, her tongue and fingers busy, I got lost in the sensation, feeling the anticipation building higher and higher. Her thumb worked around the entrance of my pussy, teasing there, not dipping inside. I squirmed, moaning, trying to show her with my body what I wanted.
"Please," I whispered, and her tongue slowed almost to a stop. "Ohhh God! Kelly, put your fingers in me."
She continued to tease, her thumb rubbing, her tongue flicking lightly.
I groaned, looking down at her kneeling between my legs, and saw what she wanted in her eyes.
I grabbed her head, pressing her mouth over my mound, and said, "Lick my pussy! Come on, put your fingers in my cunt and fuck me-hard!"
She moaned against my flesh, her tongue lapping furiously, her fingers working hard and fast inside my sopping wetness.
"Fuck me harder!" I moaned as she slipped another finger in, stretching me wide with three as she shoved her hand up toward my cunt. The sensation was incredible, and I squeezed my nipples harder, greedy, wanting more. My whole body was tensed and waiting for release.
"Do you like licking that hot little pussy?" I asked, my hand moving to her hair.
She nodded, her eyes on mine, and I could see her hand working between her own legs and knew she was fingering herself. "Do you want to make me come?"
She moaned, nodding again, working her tongue faster, her fingers deeper.
"Put your finger in my ass," I told her and saw her eyes brighten. "Fuck my ass and my cunt, baby… ohhhh yeah that's good!"
Her thumb probed that tight, puckered hole and my whole body went off like a rocket the moment she slid it inside, my pussy clamping down around her pistoning fingers. She knew I was coming and she sucked my clit between her lips, drawing every last shuddering breath from my body.
Still trembling, I pulled her gently by her hair, and she slid up over me onto the bed. I slanted my mouth across hers, licking the taste of my pussy from her chin and cheeks as we kissed.
"Give me your cunt," I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to my face. Her panties were soaked and I pulled them aside, focusing hard and fast on her throbbing little clit.
"Oh God," she whispered, and I looked up to see her cupping and kneading her full, rounded breasts, her nipples like fat cherries as she squeezed them.
I sucked and licked at her, my own pussy still throbbing from my climax, aching to feel the flood of her juices over my face. The taste of her in my mouth was incredible as was the heat of her riding my tongue back and forth, around and around.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she crooned, leaning forward onto the bed, her breasts swaying underneath her as she rocked, using my mouth. "Tara, fuck! Now, baby, now!"
I didn't make a sound, I just licked her, feeling the hot wave of her orgasm flooding down over my chin, a satisfying wetness. Her hips bucked and rocked and I held her ass in my hands, kneading her flesh, as if I could squeeze every last bit of moisture from her body.
"Oh, Tara," she breathed, rolling to her back on the bed. I wiggled up a little to lie next to her and we both stared up at the ceiling, our breath slowly returning to normal.
"I think I can do it," I whispered, turning my face to hers.
She smiled. "I know you can."
I heard the sound of the front door opening and knew it was John. I rolled off the bed, holding my hand out to her.
"Show time," she said with a grin, her eyes bright.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "I just hope this works."
Chapter Nine
It was a strange kind of deja-vu, with Kelly kneeling behind me, fingering my garter straps, her breath hot on my thigh-only this time, John was home, and nearing the bedroom. I heard him calling for me, the sound of his keys on the table, his change dropping into the dish over the fireplace. His shoes seemed even louder on the hardwood floors as he came down the hall, still calling my name.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” I glanced over my shoulder at Kelly.
She smiled up at me, confident. “Trust me.”
I didn’t have much choice-there was no going back, now. John stood in the doorway, my name still trailing out of his mouth, his eyes sweeping over the both of us in our underwear. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so naked.
“Hey, you two.” He frowned at me when I met his eyes, just briefly. My stomach fluttered and I looked back down at Kelly. “What’s up?”
“The stuff I ordered from Kelly’s party came in today,” I said brightly, holding my arms out and striking a pose. “What do you think?”
John’s eyes followed Kelly as she got up from her knees, standing next to me and grasping my trembling hand. He was staring at her pink-tipped breasts, exposed completely above the white corset.
“It’s…uh…” He looked back and forth between us, bewildered. “Tara, isn’t that a little… dark for you? I would have thought that Kelly’s outfit suits you a little better…”
“That’s kind of the idea,” Kelly explained, reaching her hand out to brush my dark hair back over my shoulders, revealing the full front of the black whalenet teddy. My nipples poked through the mesh. “We’re experimenting…”
“Experimenting?” John’s eyes moved down my outfit, taking in the black fishnet stockings, the high heels, the same crotchless panties I’d used to tempt him the other night.
“Mmm hmm,” Kelly murmured, her full, exposed breasts pressing into my side as she kissed my cheek. “Tara, how does it make you feel… being all dressed up like this?”
I gasped when her fingers trailed over the front of my teddy, brushing over my nipple and stopping at my navel, drawing circles there. I shrugged helplessly at her, seeing John’s eyes grow darker as he watched us, sure that I saw disapproval there.
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