Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

“I… I don’t know…” I murmured as her fingers walked their way lower.

“Yes, you do,” she encouraged, her breath hot against my ear as she found my panties, parting the thin material. “Does it make you feel naughty? Dirty? Slutty?” Her words made my knees feel weak, and John standing in the doorway, leaning there just watching, made it even worse.

“Yes,” I admitted as her finger worked its way through my slit, tracing up and down the cleft. “Oh God… yes… Kelly… yes…”

She was rubbing my clit in slow circles and I closed my eyes and let her.

“Tell me.” She moved her finger a little faster. “Tell me how it makes you feel…” I groaned when she kneeled down in front of me and I felt her breath against my thighs. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t face seeing John, his reaction. That strange sense of deja-vu washed over me again, and I knew that what had happened between us had been a dress-rehearsal, practice for this moment.

“Ohhhhhh God!” I moaned, feeling her tongue moving between my lips, easing the material apart to find my wetness.

“Do you like being a little whore?” Kelly teased my clit with her finger as she spoke. “Tell me.”

“Yes.” I opened my legs wider and pressed my hips forward.

Her tongue again, the sensation carrying me, and still I wouldn’t look. John must be watching-what was he thinking? I wanted to know, and I didn’t want to know. Her mouth covered my mound, and she made soft, sweet sounds as she licked me.

I felt her hands cupping my ass, pulling me closer, and my balance wavered. I reached for something to steady me, and John was there, moving in behind me, his body warm and hard as I leaned into him.

“Tara…” His hands moving over my breasts, thumbing my nipples on the way down. I whimpered, Kelly’s fingers slipping up inside me as she tongued my clit in fast, delicious circles.

I opened my eyes to him, seeing the dark lust there, and then he was kissing me, the taste and smell of alcohol strong as he sucked my tongue deep into his mouth. It was like he wanted to devour me, his hands kneading the small, soft mounds of my breasts, twisting my nipples in his fingers.

We rocked together like that, I don’t know how long, me sandwiched between the two of them, Kelly’s face buried between my legs, John’s tongue pressing between my lips, his cock like a throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. I could feel my orgasm building, Kelly’s fingers curling up inside of me again and again as she licked faster now, back and forth over my clit.

I couldn’t even cry out a warning as my climax peaked, I could only clutch at them, one of my hands buried in Kelly’s hair, the other wrapped behind me, around John’s neck. I came hard, so hard my knees buckled under the quivering force of it, and he held me with an arm around my hips as I shuddered between them.

Kelly stood, still licking her fingers, and I couldn’t help it-I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting me in her mouth, wanting to feel her pressed against me. John’s hands brushed her long, red hair over the creamy skin of her shoulders, his fingers lingering there, and I knew he was looking down at the two of us pressed together, her breasts flattening against mine.

“Your turn,” I whispered against her cheek as our kiss broke, my fingers working their way past the elastic band of her panties.

“Oh I couldn’t,” she teased, dancing away, winking at me as she sat on the bed and crossed one long, sheer white stocking leg over the other. “I’m too much of a good girl to do that…”

I smiled, glancing up at John, who looked a little dazed, still, as he watched us play this out.

“Let me show you.” I sank to my knees in front of her, my hands running over her stockings.

“Tara, no!” She feigned shock as my mouth found her nipple, drawing it deep into my mouth. “Oh, no, I can’t, it’s too naughty…”

I ignored her words, flicking my tongue over to her other nipple, my fingers working the first one, making them a glistening cherry red instead of pale pink. I sensed John behind me, watching us.

“Doesn’t it make your pussy wet?” I pushed her back onto the bed and put my hands on her legs, one on each knee.

“Don’t talk like that,” she gasped as I parted her thighs, staring at the darkening wet spot in the crotch of her white silk panties. “It’s so… dirty…”

“Show me your cunt,” I demanded, and saw something give in her eyes at my words. She reached a hand down to pull her panties aside, exposing her smooth, slick lips. They were still swollen from my mouth, and I wanted to taste her again.

“Ohhhhh God,” she whispered when I traced up and down her slit and she shivered when I nudged her clit with my finger. ‘

“Doesn’t that feel good?” I rubbed the wet hood, back and forth, playing hide and seek with her clit.

“Yes!” She parted her legs a little further.

“Tell me,” I instructed, moving my mouth close, close enough that she could feel my breath, but not touching. “Tell me what you want.” She groaned, shaking her head. “It’s so naughty… so bad…”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed. “But being bad feels soooo good, baby. Tell me.” Kelly’s eyes met mine and she glanced over my shoulder, and I knew she was looking at John. What was he thinking? I wondered again, but couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn to see.

She bit her lip, and then said the words, “Lick me… lick my hot, wet little cunt, Tara.”

I groaned, burying my face against her flesh, tasting the hot, musky juices as I pressed my tongue between her slit. She groaned, too, her eyes closing to slits as she

cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I tongued her clit. I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast, and then I felt his hands, moving over my behind, lifting my ass in the air.

Kelly’s hands were in my hair, pulling my tongue in deeper, so I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing, but I knew, even before I felt his cock pressing between my legs. There was no gentleness, no soft words, just the steel heat of him sliding into my wetness. His hands gripped my flesh and he groaned, shoving his hips against mine, as if he could find a place that was just a little deeper inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kelly whispered, rocking against me. “I’m such a dirty girl, such a naughty slut… I love your fucking tongue shoved up my cunt!” The harshness of her words drove us both, my fingers moving in and out of her, John’s cock shoving deep into me from behind. We all rocked together, panting and moaning, working hard toward release. Kelly got there first, that little “oh, oh, oh!” giving me a momentary warning that she was close.

“Fuck, Tara!” She bucked up so hard I could barely keep my mouth on her. “I’m going to come all over your face, baby, are you ready?” I couldn’t do anything but make a noise in my throat, a deep, ready noise, urging her on. She was slick on my face, down my chin, rivers of her juices running down her ass onto the bedspread.

“Ohhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ohhh you make my pussy feel sooooo gooood!” Behind me, John growled, thrusting harder, and I spread some more, arching back against him.

“Fuck, yes! Now, now!” Her whole body stiffened as she came, and then let go into a quivering, undulating mass, the pointed ends of her heels digging deep into the mattress as she pressed her hips up.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?” I wiped my face with the back of my hand and grinned up at her. Her eyes met mine, and then glanced behind me to John. He had slowed, but his cock was throbbing inside of me, and I squeezed it, making him gasp.

“Yes,” she agreed with a smile. “Sometimes a girl loves being a dirty little slut…