"Long Lunch" Part 3

I knelt at the foot of the bed and stared at his fingers sliding in and out
of her. He did not look at me, but kept talking to her. "Soon, I'll stop
this with my fingers. Then what would you like?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"With my cock?" His fingers slowed a little.

"Of course with your cock? What else?"

"Hmmmmmm, my toes?" Fingers still slower.

"Nooo! I want to feel you inside me, feel your cock open me." Her hips
rolled up to him.

"How about my tongue?" His fingers had stopped now as he turned to look
over his shoulder at me. At his nod, I wrapped one hand around him and
began slowly pumping up and down, just pleasuring him as he tortured her
with his suggestions. I allowed my palms to play over him, going underneath
the shirt he still wore, noticing his sweat, then licking his spine. This
sent a chill through him as he settled back into me and thrust his hips a
little to prompt me to continue my slow hand.

"Please, your cock. C'mon. This is killing me." And that was what he
needed, his hand silently slid out of her and he said nothing as he got up
off the bed.

He came to me full front, pushed me down on my knees and held my chin,
saying to her and me at the same time, "All good things to those who wait,
dear. All good things." With that, his hand found the back of my head and
pushed my mouth onto his cock. All that waiting welled up inside of me and
as his head hit my tongue, I had to remind myself not to moan, not to let
any sound escape me, for fear of upsetting her. I now served two masters,
but only one could truly have me. He continued to fuck my mouth,
controlling speed and depth until I was only a vessel for him. I felt my
pussy swell and become drenched with my desire to have him, to have her. To
give and to take. She had begun breathing heavily on the bed and I heard
him ask, "Are you sure you don't want my tongue?"

"Fine, yes, God Please. Please, anything. . . ." His rhythm in my mouth
increased as her pleas came faster and faster. I could feel his reluctance
at leaving my wet warm mouth, but the time had come to feed his pet new
food. Even his own desire for this next sight was more than he anticipated
and continuing to have me engulf him would have been too much.

"OK. I'll give you what you want." I climbed on the bed, sitting where he
had been, while he looked over my shoulder from the foot of the bed. This
put my mouth about where he would be logically and gave him an incredible
view. This also allowed him to entangle his hand in my hair, controlling my
head so that I would be above her when he spoke, like a puppet.

He kissed me on the lips, deep, soft, encouraging. I needed this. To be so
close to this dark flower, inhaling her perfume after so many hours alone,
was intoxicating. I needed and wanted his guidance. Careful not to touch
her yet, I breathed on her, blew on her hair and clit. When she rolled to
meet my mouth and thrust up to my lips, I felt his hand pushing my head
down and felt his voice whisper in my ear. "Are you happy now, pet? Is this
what you wanted? Taste." My lips met hers and my tongue laved her labia.
Such slickness, such enrapturing softness I had never even imagined. I
became less tentative, more muscular and pointed in my lickings. I felt the
subtle difference in the interior and exterior skin, found the little
button of her clitoris and tried desperately to please her as he had
pleased me so often. I felt my saliva welling, my mouth watering as did my
cunt and then I felt him pull my head up.

"Why did you stop? Baby, c'mon. That was sooooo gooood," she purred. "Do it
some more, just like that." His fingers dove into me and I bit the sheets
as he fucked me to a rocketing climax, so fast and intense that I was
sweating.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he told her and kissed me again before
pressing me into her. This time, my head moved faster than his hand and I
continued to give her my mouth as him.

Her little moans and sighs drove me on and now I could feel him leave the
foot of the bed for a more far away view. The sight of the two of us,
stretched utterly nude on his bed, a meadow of hair and skin and breath and
legs, made him weak. His cock had reached an enormous length at the sight
of us, surmounting his rather blase attitude toward woman on woman sex. The
woman so willing to be his plaything, now making another woman hers, was
pulling on him, bending him in ways he did not anticipate. He settled back
into the leather chair to watch, seeing if I could bring her to orgasm on
my first try.

I put myself in her mind. I thought about all the ways he had made me cum
like this and began trying the things I thought he did. I wrapped my lips
around her clit and began sucking as though it were a tiny little cock. She
gasped at such a direct sensation, so I let up a little, but continued.
That seemed to please her and I was grateful that she was so demonstrative.
She was easy to read and therefore it was becoming easier for me to bring
her to the edge and then back off a little. During one of these pauses, I
looked over to see him, leg draped over the arm of that chair, fisting his
beautiful cock. With her juices clinging to my chin, I smiled at him. He
just laid his head back and continued showing off for me. Her pleading
whimper drew both of us back, though, and I returned to her at his urging.

I felt she was now aroused enough to touch without immediately noticing the
differences in our hands. I slipped my hands under her ass and tilted her
up to me, changing the angle so that I could more easily spread her lips
with the one hand I now slipped out from under her. Seeing my little
fingers playing with another woman's slit was such a fucking turn on for
me. I went ahead and gave in to the minigasm that I felt coming on. The
shiver was delicious as I became bolder and slipped a finger into her. She
arched against me and I pushed another in and began stroking the wall
behind her clit like he had told me about. She froze a little and I was
afraid she wasn't enjoying it, so I continued to trace broad, flat circles
on her clit with my tongue. Once I was there, I was rewarded with a small
gush on my fingertips and a cry of surprise and pleasure from her.

"Keep doing that, Zack, do it doitdoitdoit. . . . ."

The mention of his name in another woman's voice as I fucked her like him
made me dizzy. I wanted to make her cum like he did me and I was not about
to let up now. It was no longer a show for him; it really never was in the
first place, but now, I was so deeply turned on by turning her on that his
presence was just a wonderful layer. I raised up do let a long strand of
saliva lubricate my fingers, let it drip from my mouth to her cunt and
looked over to smile at him, but he had moved and I could already feel his
fingers entering me from behind. That sensation of my pussy being filled
while fingering hers made me thrust almost violently against him. I removed
my fingers from her and glued my mouth to her cunt and raised mine so that
he could have freer access. Our rhythms became blurred as his strokings
drove me and her moanings drove him until I felt myself resist, resist,
resist, resist and then explode against his hand, the pressure bursting
inside my head as she thrust her beautiful wet cunt against my face and I
felt her contractions hard and long.

That long beautiful shiver afterward was truncated by my desire to take
him. With my hand still in her, I turned to him. I wanted her distracted
enough to not ask questions. My mouth opened and without hesitation of any
sort, he drove himself all the way to the back of my throat, fucking and
thrusting and pushing and humping my mouth until I could feel his cock rear
back in that preejaculation press and then I felt him shooting endlessly,
forcefully, curling over my head and continuing to gyrate tenderly now
against my tongue and lips.

I swallowed, satisfied, smiling. Our breath came in rhythm now, a kind of
haze settling in the room. A cosmic storm abated in all three minds. Time
slowed and thoughts flowed and nothing needed anything just then. Peace,
contentment, calm. My hand rested in her and the other one on the top of
his cute ass and my head just pulsed with the satisfaction of him and her
and me. So wonderful just to be.

And then I heard her sigh, "Oh, Zack. How beautiful that was. How
wonderful. Come up here and kiss me." My eyes flew to his. I saw him shoot
a sidelong glance at her, then motion for me to remove my fingers from her.
I did as I was bid.

He placed his face next to hers. He kissed her ear, whispering, "Did you
like that?"

"Yes," she sighed again.

"Do you want to taste yourself on me?"

"Yes."

I trembled. I could almost imagine what he had in mind and my suspicion was
confirmed when he wagged his finger for me to come up to their faces. He
fixed my gaze, then nodded. I lowered my mouth to those incredibly red lips
and let her lick me, her tongue darting out to taste.

"I taste good on you. I do." And she began to kiss me deeper. This was
driving me on. I loved deceiving her with you, pleasing her with you. But I
wondered how this would be revealed to her. I decided not to worry, to
trust you, and so began to kiss her back.

"Untie me, please. I want to touch you."

"Not yet." I could see he had something in mind, but I had no idea what.
There was apparently something he wanted to be certain would happen, in
case she was angry. He climbed up, straddling her shoulders. "Suck me
again." She did as he told her and he motioned me behind him. Then I knew
what he wanted.

Her sweet red lips took him in and out, in and out, his semi-hard cock
responding to her. I watched him place his hands on her face, stroking the
cheeks with the back of his fingers. "That's good, baby. Just like that.
Slow and soft." His sweet low voice seemed to echo in my head as I climbed
up into position. As soon as I could feel her establish a rocking rhythm,
slow and steady, I caressed his ass. I knew he wanted two tongues, her on
his front and me behind and though he wanted me both places, he knew I
would do this now.

The sight of him pushing into those lips I had just kissed was enough to
make me melt. I knew the rewards of having him in my mouth and I wanted it,
too. But I also knew of the lust that rimming elicits in him. The way he
just opens for it, relax and enjoy it. I knew it would be all that he
needed for a while.

I loved watching his ass thrust and meet her face. I started kneading his
cheeks, pulling on them. I licked my little finger and slid it up and down
your ass cleft, teasing him. My hands found his balls and on the
backstrokes, I would tickle and lick at them. I felt him laugh a little,
enjoying the sensations now flooding his mind, better than he had ever
imagined and yet not what he wanted. It was too gentle, but he knew I would
increase the intensity and I did. I placed my face against his ass,
standing on the side of the bed and began matching his strokes, face buried
in him, breath pouring on his hole, now exposed by my hands. I watched and
waited until I could lick him, tongue broad and flat. When his little
pucker met me, I felt him shiver and almost hold for more. I did not
disappoint him, thrusting my tongue into him, just a little, and wiggling
the end. God, just to get him off in minigasms, like I have had from him,
just enough to relieve the edge a little. So much fun to hear that gasp and
then that sigh. . . .

"Keep sucking, baby" he whispered to us. "Keep it up."

And I did. Tongue lapping him, never knowing whether it would be
penetrating or laving, soft or hard, just wanting it. I kept this up,
licking around the edge, moving inside, intentionally missing, going low
onto the perineum, coating his sac with saliva sometimes, until I knew he
wanted to come. He had gotten steadily more forceful. Pushing and thrusting
and wanting as well to prolong this, but I was ready for him to come again,
too, and I wanted to see her see us as I had seen them together.

I lubricated my finger with my spit and began opening him. Because he was
so open already from my tongue, he readily relaxed and thrust against me. I
placed my tongue at my finger and vipered him there every time he pushed
against me. I felt the tension in his ass as his load gathered. I had to
concentrate to keep my finger inside him, pointed down, towards the belly.
I could feel him swell and rise and groan and then empty himself into her
mouth. I pushed down again and heard him almost yell. I had hit the spot I
had read about, made him shoot even more than he thought he could in one
orgasm and he just kept on, rocking and bucking until he heard our
blindfolded lover coughing and spitting.

"Damn, damn damn damn. . ." from him over and over. Breath still coming in
sharp pants from him. I just smiled and continued to lick his pretty ass
while I gently slid my finger from him with a little sucking sound of its
own. I loved seeing him as undone as he has made me. So happy and so blown
away by the sheer intensity of it. Happy to have had the experience and now
hungry for it again. But he knew that the time had come to show our friend
what she had been party to.

"Baby, that was great," he said, looking at me but encouraging her. "You do
that really well."

Yeah, I thought, but not as good as me and I was kissing your ass, after
all. . . .

"So I have something for you. Would you like a present?"

"Yes," she whispered, through come-wet lips. "Untie me?"

"OK, but just your hands. Better? Put your hands up in front of your
breasts," he said, kissing one to help her remember where they were.

"OK. Blindfold?"

"Not yet. Soon." He told me with his eyes to straddle her, knees on either
side of her ribs. I did as I was commanded, giddy with anticipation.

When I was in position, he took the ties that had bound her hands and
blindfolded me. Was I not to see her face when she saw me? How would she
look? What would she do and how would she see him after this?

Blindfolded and across her, I waited.

"Do you feel the weight above you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Raise your hands. Feel it." And she did. Her soft girl's hands on my
belly felt like satin. She explored tentatively, breath increasing in pace
and length. She ran her hands up my ribcage to my breasts and stopped when
she felt them.

"Is this for me, Zack? Is this my present?" My mind reeled. Was she angry?
Was she pleased? Was that teasing or resentment I heard in her voice? My
submissive nature kicked in and I froze and awaited commands. His. Hers. It
didn't matter.

"Yes."

"What does she look like?"

"Why don't you find out?"

I responded quickly, reaching for her blindfold before she could. She then
sought mine out. It amazed me that she instinctively knew where to reach,
what to do.

Our blinds fell at the same time and we stared at one another. If I were to
say I had words for the moment, I would be a liar. Electricity, wind, fire,
between us. Eyes devouring the other, kissing, stroking, licking, caressing
all without moving. No sounds, no words, no stir. Just sensory input, just
flooding images into one another.

"She's beautiful, Zack. Thank you."

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you."

"Untie my feet?" she asked me. I looked to him, back in his leather chair,
and he nodded. I turned my ass to her and bent to unbind her. She took
advantage of this as I had hoped and began stroking me there, just letting
her fingers graze my labia. I moaned to her to keep it up and she
continued, growing bolder with each sweep. As my fingers undid his work on
her second foot, her first one came up, knee bent. I kissed her thigh and
she asked, "You were the last one to go down on me, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Was I your first one?"

"No. Have you ever. ..?"

"I'm about to," and she raised herself up to me, grasping me around the
thighs, pushing them wide apart, nose buried in my ass, tongue and lips
diving quickly to me. She was clumsy, but enthusiastic, so I took a deep
breath and let her find her way. I remembered how eager I must have been,
how hard at first and then I felt her settle a little.

"There, let me move a little for you." I turned, laying back on my elbows
and watched her smile as I presented myself for her. She had a wicked
little gleam in her eyes as I saw her look over at him.

"Go ahead. I'm fine. Go on," he urged her.

And she did. It was fun to feel her glossy hair against my thighs and just
lay back and feel her. I stifled the urge to giggle because I didn't want
her to be caught off guard. I can't say that I came, but I did get off on
the scene in general. After I had had enough, I placed my hand against her
cheek and raised her face ,running my thumb across the juices that
glistened against her chin.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Do you want more?"

"Uh huh, but I want to switch."

She laid back and I motioned to Zack. He came to us on the bed and she
propped herself up on a pillow to get a better look at us. I kissed him
deeply on the lips, using my tongue as I did on her, arousing him again. He
kissed back, tongue thrusting in me like his cock had. Then together, as he
had told me just a few hours before, we kissed her cunt, tongues sliding
over her and each other. I opened my eyes and saw him flicking against one
side of her clit and I reached the tip of my tongue out to do the other.
From above us we heard a groan and felt her push up. When I reached to slip
my fingers into her, I found his there and knew the reason for her
increased desire. Lowering my head again, I found his mouth with my lips
and continued to kiss her while he licked her and fingered her until I
could not stand it any longer. I wanted to come, but not with her. I wanted
his hands in me, but he were intent on her. I figured the fastest way to
get her off was to help him, then he could do me. I placed my hand near his
at her slit and waited.

"Do you want to fuck her, Ari? Do you want me to show you what I do to
you?"

"Please, sir."

"OK, but you've got to do what I say. First, put your finger beside mine."
I watched him remove three slick digits from her and I immediately bent to
lick and suck them.

"Ummmmmm . . . Good Girl, Sweet, but later. Now I need your help. Put your
finger here. Right. Now push in and move up a little."

I did and felt her grip us. "Right. Now, feel with me. You feel that?" I
did. It was the pad I had felt earlier. "Move slow and soft at first. Think
about how you would like it." My soft movements seemed to bring about her
new little moan.

"Ari, if that's you, it feels just right," she sighed. I was pleased that I
had touched her well.

"Now, increase the speed and pressure." I followed his lead and she began
to thrust against us. "Stay with me, Ari. Just stay with me."

"Zack, this is how you do it? This is how you touch me?" I whispered in his
ear and kissed his neck.

"Yes. This is how. Now feel." He pressed up sharply on her and I felt that
flood that he must have felt in me. I wanted nothing more than to swallow
her at that moment. I removed his fingers and mine and drank her sweet
honey, rising only to kiss his lips and carry him back down on her with me.

Together, we feasted on her. Became greedy and so involved with licking and
sucking and kissing her and each other that we all melted into one huge
mouthcunt. Just an inexhaustible well of lust until we felt her begin to
pump her hips in a steady rhythm.

"Let me make her come for you," he said as I backed off to watch again. It
took all of four deep solid strokes with your thumb on her clit until she
shivered her passion and finally opened her eyes again.

"Now, Zack, do me. I want your hands and mouth now." The intensity of his
pleasuring me was white hot. Furiously working my cunt with his hands, I
hardly allowed him access with his tongue. I felt your third finger slip in
easily as he continued to piston in and out of me.

"Another."

"Too tight."

"DO IT."

"OK, ready?" I spread my legs wider and pulled my petals open to give him
more space. He filled me, liquid hard. I came drenching him, soaking his
arm, riding his wrist, everything but his thumb in me.

I shook and sighed and breathed until I could remember my name.

And yours. Hers?

"It doesn't matter, Ari," she said, petting my head. "Zack has told me
about you, do you know that?"

I blushed.

"He says no one gives better head than you. I think he is right. Would you
show me how you go down on him?"