He did indeed know what he was doing. His first and second finger slid into the slick valley either side of my clitoris. Up and down he rubbed, the smooth pressure tugging skin and nerves and spreading my gathering moisture until my whole sex felt oiled. Finally he squeezed the tenderest morsel between two fingers. The tip bulged towards Joe's waiting mouth.
'See,’ Sean said with a hint of triumph. 'No trouble finding that.'
'No trouble at all,’ Joe agreed, and his tongue curled out to lap the delicate offering.
His touch spurred a delicious throb of sensation. I fought not to squirm. Joe licked me again through Sean's tight fingers, more firmly this time. Oh, he had a good mouth, a natural-born, *-loving mouth - soft, but not too soft, curious and flexible. Every nerve jangling
contact called a sound from my throat. Helpless to stop myself, I clasped his silky head and pulled him closer.
'Let go,’ Joe rasped.
I stiffened but, to my relief, he meant Sean. Pushing his friend's hand aside, Joe surrounded the apex of my sex with his mouth. His lips tugged my clit while his tongue massaged it. I began to struggle, my orgasm just out of reach. He stroked the inside of my wrist with his thumb. 'Hush,’ he said.
But I couldn't hush. It felt so good. I wanted to come so badly. My hips rocked into each suckling pull. Sean pushed forward, helping me, branding my backside with his cock.
Then Joe let go. 'Switch on the light,’ he said.
Surprisingly obedient, Sean yanked the chain on the Tiffany lamp. Red-amber light bathed our tangled bodies. Like neon, the glow highlighted muscled arms and thighs, wide chests and soft breasts - three healthy animals rubbing against the boundaries of love.
Joe backed away to view his handiwork. His thumbs spread me wide. The sight of my glistening sex seemed to mesmerise him.
'Don't stop now,’ I said, caught between laughter and frustration.
'Just a sec,’ he assured me.
His head came up at something Sean was doing behind my back. 'No, man. You're too big. You'll hurt her.'
Well. That made me turn.
Sean was twisting the top off a tube of lubricant.
'I wasn't going to,’ he said, all innocence. 'Besides, she's not that much smaller than you.'
He looked to me for permission, hope kindling in his face. Rather than give in at once, I measured his cock with my eyes. What he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth. Sean cringed. If he could have made it smaller, I think he would have.
'He's too thick,’ Joe said.
'But not too long,’ Sean wheedled, then sighed. 'I suppose you're an arse virgin.'
'I'm afraid so,’ I admitted. 'Nothing bigger than a finger.'
He looked so crestfallen, I assured him I wasn't saying never. Sean had made sacrifices tonight, and had been a sport about it. He deserved to be able to play his favourite game - and who could say I wouldn't enjoy it? Joe obviously did.
"That's settled then.' Joe planted his hands on his hips. 'Fingers only.'
'One or two?' Sean teased.
Joe shook his head at him, but the corners of his mouth twitched. He settled back between my legs, not so nervous this time. 'Now.' He parted me again and licked me once to say hello. 'Where were we?'
Sean waited until I was squirming against Joe's mouth to begin his probing entrance. Despite my resolve, I couldn't help tensing. My ex had done little more than rub me there, and that only when he thought I was taking too long to come.
'Relax.' Sean pressed the edge of his teeth into my nape. 'Easy now, easy.'
Joe hummed the echo of this croon while Sean pushed two lubricated fingers past the furled rosebud of my anus. Goose bumps prickled along my arms. In his fingers slid, to the first knuckle, then the second. When they hilted, he massaged me from the inside in slow, firm strokes.
The surprising burst of pleasure made me groan. He scissored his fingers apart, widening me, no doubt preparing me for the day when he would storm that fortress with his cock. I groaned again. His unfamiliar intrusion woke a hidden set of nerves. They lit up like sparklers under his expert touch. Suddenly Joe's suckling seemed not too gentle, but almost too intense to bear.
'Good girl,’ Sean praised, his voice shaky with arousal.
His hips rocked mine forward, the demands of his sex too urgent to ignore.
He shifted behind me and rearranged himself. His shaft moved, practically scalding the crease of my inner thigh. With his free hand, he pressed it up against my *. The shape of him, the smoothness of his skin, the frantic pulsing of his veins, called down a gush of cream.
'Oh, yeah,’ he said, anointing himself with the thoroughness of a connoisseur. 'Baby, you are hot.'
Joe nuzzled lower, taking a taste for himself. From the way Sean whimpered, I knew he'd received a lick, too.
'I'll get to you,’ Joe promised him.
But first they got to me.
'Faster?' Sean said, increasing the stretch of his fingers.
I could only gasp.