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  “Shit!” I drew back for a second, stunned, then feeling a surge of power, plowed back into her. Lashing out and grabbing a handful of her hair again, I sucked and bit my way along her neck and earlobe. God, she was so fucking sexy.

  “Take off your pants, baby.”

  “Go to hell.”

  “Come on, we both know you want to wrap those long legs around me.”

  Her body rocked and bounced to the rhythm of my pounding, and she closed her eyes as a groan escaped her lips.

  “Give into it, Allison,” I whispered. “You want this.”

  “You’re a son of a bitch,” she said completely unconvincingly.

  I laughed. “And you love that. You need this. You need me.” I lowered my head and took one of her nipples in my mouth through her shirt. I tugged and scraped, using both my teeth and the fabric of her T-shirt to stimulate the sensitive flesh.

  Allison whimpered and arched her chest up to meet my mouth, but at the sign of her need I withdrew. “If you want more, you’re going to have to ask for it.”

  “Damnit, Lee.”

  “That’s right, baby. Say my name.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “We’ve been through that already.” I slammed into her with the cock again. “I’m doing the fucking here, and if you want me to keep going, you’re going to do this on my terms.”

  Damn, she was stubborn. She was panting so hard she was on the verge of hyperventilating, and she was so wet she’d completely soaked through the front of my jeans, but she stared at me defiantly. It was still sexy, but we didn’t have all night, and even in my lust-crazed power drive, I knew we were running out of time. I’d enjoyed her attitude up until now, but I wanted to see what was on the other side of it. I was starving for her surrender.

  I gave her hair another sharp tug, then released her and worked my hand down between our bodies. Sinking my fingers into her slick folds, I flicked quickly over her clit, causing her to jump.

  “You like that?” I circled over her clit one more time just for emphasis.

  “Yes.” She whispered so quietly I barely heard her.

  “What was that?”

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Oh no, she didn’t get to slip back into restraint now. I stroked her more firmly, drawing her back to me. I’d gone completely primal, fucking like a piston and jacking her off with equal vigor. Her resistance was admirable, but it was going to end now.

  “Yes,” she whispered again. “Yes.”

  “Say it louder,” I commanded through gritted teeth.

  “Yes,” she repeated with more force.

  “Yes what?”

  She groaned. “Yes, fuck me.”

  “Say it again.”

  “Fuck me, Lee.” She growled and started to thrash, but this time she wasn’t trying to get away. She was reaching for more. Freeing her hands from between us, she pushed down her sweats and kicked them off, then grabbed for my jeans. She was like an animal ripping and tearing at our clothes while I struggled to keep up my rhythm. Finally skin to sweat-soaked skin, she wrapped her legs around my ass, using those killer thighs to pull me while she dug her nails into my back.

  God, she was amazing, even more than I’d fantasized. She was as hungry as I was, our mouths bruising, tongues plunging. We were a hot, sloppy mess of groping and groaning as we wrestled toward the same goal now. Every time my cock hit home for her, its base struck my own raging clit, and from the noises we were making, I wasn’t sure which one of us was going to come first. This had to end, but through the roar of my own pulse and the clash of her mouth on mine, I had a hard time remembering why.

  “Please, Lee. Please, I need it.”

  I had waited so damn long to hear those words.

  Allison was losing control. She moaned loudly, drawing me back to the realities of the situation. I was playing a part here, and as much as I’d enjoyed being the sexy leading lesbian, I wasn’t the hero in her story.

  “Shhh. Do you want Kerry to hear you?”

  She froze, like I knew she would. Allison had needs that had been neglected for way too long, but even those couldn’t completely undo her nature.

  “What? You don’t want your wife to come downstairs and see what you’re really like? What you really need?”

  Allison reared back and slapped me hard across the face. The blow stung, both my cheek and my ego, but I kept fucking her, my jaw set against both types of pain. I wasn’t done yet.

  “Come on, that’s the rest of the fantasy, right? More than one dyke fucking you until you can’t walk? That’s what you said you wanted.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I do, Allison. I know what you want, and so does your wife, even if she can’t give it to you.”

  “I love Kerry.”

  “Then why don’t we call her down here and show her how it’s done?”

  “I’ve been taking notes,” Kerry said dryly.

  Both Allison and I stopped moving. I’d known Kerry would be standing in the doorway, but hearing her voice behind us was still enough to send ice through my veins. The words must have had a similar effect on Allison, because all the flush drained from her face. She tried to push me off her, but thankfully I was prepared for that too, and lay down on top her again. She tried to lurch up, but I held her down firmly.

  “Stop it.” I hissed. “We all know you want this.”

  Allison shook her head, but ceased trying to buck me off.

  “Come here, Kerry,” I said with all the calm I could muster. I’d never done this with an audience before.

  Kerry walked slowly over to the couch and stood near Allison’s head.

  “Look at your wife, Allison,” I commanded as I slowly started to fuck her again. She shook her head and kept her eyes firmly shut.

  “Don’t tell me no.” I pulled her hair until her head tilted back and she opened her eyes.

  “Jesus, Lee, you’re hurting her!” Kerry said, dropping to her knees.

  “I’m not hurting her any more than she likes,” I said, picking up my pace again. “Tell her you like it, Allison.”

  “I’m sorry,” Allison whispered.

  “No, I’m sorry,” Kerry said, reaching out to stroke her cheek lightly.

  “Stop apologizing, for fuck’s sake. You’re both too fucking polite for your own good. That’s why I’m still in charge of this show.” I pulled out of Allison and sat up. The little whimper that escaped her lips was all the reward I needed. She might be looking at her wife, but she was missing me.

  “Come sit on my cock, baby.”

  Allison glanced from me to Kerry, and I quickly cut off that chain of command. “It’s way past the point where any of us need to ask for permission. Get back on my cock.”

  Allison’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment or arousal, but she did as she was told. She crawled down the couch and placed her hands on my shoulders, started to adjust the strap-on.

  “No,” I said, biting back the tremor in my voice at the sight of her body, long and lean, spread out just inches in front of me. “Turn around and face your wife.”

  Allison’s blushed deepened, but she was done arguing, and quickly turned around so she was straddling my legs, with her perfect ass hovering over my cock. Kerry watched wide-eyed as her sweet, mild-mannered wife spread her knees and lowered herself onto my lap.

  “Her pussy is so wet,” I said to Kerry. “Go ahead and feel it.”

  Kerry eased tentatively closer and reached out a trembling hand. I rolled my eyes, not because I didn’t share her awe—I understood her reverence in the face of Allison’s body. But I was busting my ass to keep up this scene, and I didn’t need to her aw-gee-shucks routine to blow it. “She’s not made of glass, Kerry. Rub her clit.”

  I fastened my hands on the smooth curve of Allison’s hips and guided her up and down on the strap-on. “Ask your wife to stroke you, Allison.”

  “Kerry, stroke me.”

 
“No.” I cut her off. “Kerry, make her ask you nicely.”

  “Please,” Allison whimpered.

  Kerry started for move forward again, but I raised a hand to stop her. “Not good enough.

  “Kerry, please touch me.”

  “Good girl,” I said. “Now show her how you like it.”

  “What?” Kerry asked, a glaze of lust creeping into her green eyes.

  “Make her work for you, Kerry.” I chuckled. “Touch yourself, Allison.”

  She didn’t need much nudging. Allison slipped her hands between her legs and started circling quickly.

  “You see that?” I asked Kerry. “You see what she needs?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good, then give the same treatment to her tits.”

  Thank God Kerry didn’t need any clarification on that point. She lowered her head and took one of Allison’s nipples in her mouth. Allison groaned and threw her head back, so Kerry must have been doing something right. I turned my attention back to fucking her, bouncing her more forcefully on my cock as I kneaded her ass with both hands.

  The scent of her desire was intoxicating, and the sounds of whimpers and moans dizzying. I bit down on her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave my mark. It was the least I could do to commemorate the occasion. This wasn’t likely to be a regular occurrence, and I needed to focus. I wasn’t naive enough to think we’d be replacing our weekly movie night with three-ways, and if I did my job right, Allison wouldn’t need this kind of help from me again.

  “What do you want, Kerry?”

  “Hmm?” Kerry asked, her face still between Allison’s delicious tits.

  “What do you want to do to her?”

  “I want to please her.”

  “Wrong answer. Find your fucking backbone. You’ve got a pulse, you’ve got a sex drive, you’ve got a sexy slut—”

  “Geez, Lee.”

  “What, you don’t like me to call your wife a slut? Well, that’s what she is right now. She has to be a lady all day long. Let her be a slut for a few hours at night.”

  “Right,” Kerry said, rubbing her face.

  “For God’s sake, pull yourself together. You’re too uptight. You need a blow job.”

  “This isn’t about me,” Kerry said.

  “Bullshit. This is totally about you. Cut the stoicism and take your damn pants off.”

  Kerry shed her pajama bottoms and boxer shorts quickly while I lifted her wife off my lap and stood us both up. “Trade me places.”

  Kerry took a seat on the coach and stared up at Allison and me expectantly.

  “Tell her where you want her,” I told Kerry.

  Kerry swallowed visibly, then found her voice. “Get on your knees.”

  Allison complied quickly, then waited for more directions.

  “Suck me.” Kerry commanded.

  That was all Allison needed.

  She buried her face in Kerry’s lap, and judging by the way Kerry’s head lolled back on the couch, whatever she was doing, she was doing a fine job of it. Even if I didn’t know they hadn’t had sex in months, it would have been clear that neither of them was going to last very much longer, and I wasn’t far behind. It was time for the grand finale to this little play, and I got to light the fireworks.

  I moved behind Allison on my knees, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her spectacular, shapely ass. She was so fucking hot for it that she glistened with a mixture of sweat and her own wetness. I quickly lined up my cock and slid easily inside her. There was no resistance now, just beautiful friction. I fastened my hands firmly on Allison’s hips to steady her from pushing into Kerry’s lap and began to fuck her with enthusiasm.

  “As soon as you make her come, you’ll get yours, Allison.”

  Judging from the way Kerry groaned and laced her fingers through Allison’s dark hair, I’d bet Allison had just redoubled her efforts at that promise. Still, I was done watching Kerry. I focused completely on Allison, from the way her shoulder muscles rippled and contracted to the sweet slap of her ass against my crotch. I wanted to memorize every detail of this encounter. She was just too damn sexy for words, and so I intended to store this image away in my mind. Everything about her turned me on to the point where my own need made my movements erratic. The base of the strap-on slammed into my clit, and I had to bite my lip to keep from giving in.

  Mercifully, Kerry’s breathing became ragged and heavy. She arched up off the couch, the muscles in her neck and arms visibly contracting. She rocked her hips forward in a few sharp thrusts until with a loud groan she tensed, shook, and then sagged against her wife.

  Geez, she even orgasms quietly. Oh well, there was only so much I could do for them, and right now I wanted to focus my energy on making sure Allison got everything she needed. Gripping a hand firmly on Allison’s shoulder. I pulled her up so she was on her knees with her back resting against my chest. The position limited the amount of fucking I could do with the strap on, but it gave my hands the access I was aiming for. I reached around and took a nipple between my fingers, squeezing as I tugged. She leaned back into me further as she moaned. Hungry for more of her, I brought my other hand around, sliding my palm down her stomach and between her legs. Her clit was hard and swollen—it would be so easy to tease. But as much as I wanted this night to last forever, Allison deserved her release, and so did I.

  I rocked her rhythmically against the cock and circled my fingers over her clit. She snaked one of her arms around, cupping my head in her hand and pinning me against her shoulder, as she got louder. “Please, Lee. Please.”

  “I’ve got you baby,” I mumbled.

  Kerry recovered and joined us on the floor in front of Allison, taking her other breast fully in her hand as she kissed along her wife’s throat.

  “Come on, Allison,” I said more forcefully. “You’ve got two dykes fucking your brains out like the slut you’ve always wanted to be. Show us how much you like it.”

  “Yes,” Allison hissed, as her muscles trembled against me.

  She ground down on the cock, and it in turn pushed hard on my clit. I lurched forward, bit her shoulder, and pressed tightly to her clit. I fought my impending climax in order to wait for her, but it was a needless battle as she cried out and tightened her muscles against me.

  “God…yes…fuck!” Allison screamed, her words dissolving along with her ability to remain upright. Kerry and I both fastened our hands against her, holding her up as she convulsed between us, each shiver from her body sending a pulse of pressure directly to my clit. The pressure and the pure eroticism of Allison coming against me sent me into utter oblivion.

  We were all a massive tangle of arms, legs, and raw nerve endings piled on the living room floor. As my breathing gradually returned to normal, I took stock of all my body parts, finding that, while I was likely to be sore for days, everything was still attached. In fact, a few parts of me were still attached to a few parts of Allison. I hated to move and disturb her afterglow, but no matter how much I would’ve loved it, cuddling wasn’t in my job description. Allison would need lots of hugging and tender kisses accompanied with sweet reassurances that she was beautiful, cherished, and loved, but someone else had already been cast in that role.

  I eased my arm out from under Allison and kissed her lightly on the temple before getting unsteadily to my feet. I unfastened the strap-on harness and laid it gently on the floor. I wouldn’t be using that particular accessory on anyone else, and I had a feeling Allison and Kerry might have use for it in the future.

  I thought briefly about going to use the shower, but there was no sense dragging this out any longer. A quick exit was best for everyone involved, especially me, so I gingerly pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and headed for the door. My hand was on the knob when I felt Allison’s hand on my shoulder.

  I stopped and closed my eyes but didn’t turn around. I was too weak to face her right now. Thankfully, she grasped the unspoken in that perfect, intuitive way she always did. Leaning down, she kiss
ed me softly on the cheek, then whispered “Thank you, Lee.”

  That was enough for me.