Lynda's Lace (11 page)

“And I want to lick your pussy so bad I can already taste it.”

Lynda could have sworn her nipples hardened into tighter buds as her
cunt
grew still wetter.

“
Mmm
,” Ginger purred, looking dreamy-eyed and ready for more, “now that you mention it, I want to lick her, too.”

Lynda bit her lip, glancing back and forth between her two lovers, her gaze finally ending up on Jordan. “Can you share, baby?”

A wicked gleam twinkled in his eyes. “I’d
love
to share, precious.”

And Lynda knew her impossibly hot dream-come-true was only just beginning.

Chapter Seven

As the other two watched, Lynda rose to her feet and walked slowly back toward the sofa, hoping they were enjoying the view of her ass in the tiny thong between the white garters that still rubbed so deliciously against her with every move. Turning around to take a seat, she leisurely parted her thighs wide and ran the tip of her middle finger over the
center
of her panties. The touch trailed like a line of fire, her
cunt
swollen against the lace. She hissed in her breath, loving the two sets of eyes upon her.

Next, she found the little snaps at the front of the thong and dramatically popped them loose. Using both hands, she whipped the thong off, stripper style, and flung it across the room.

Jordan gasped at the sight of her shaven pussy—this was the first time he’d seen it.

“God, baby, you’re beautiful,” he said, voice deep and raspy.

She licked her upper lip and
felt
her bareness there, where she’d left only a small triangle of hair above her clit. She also felt how very pink and open she was, excited from everything that had already taken place. Her entire pelvic region was weighted with anticipation, ready to seek a hot release, so she wasted no time, saying, “Lick me.”

Jordan stepped out of his pants, leaving himself gorgeously naked, and he and Ginger moved toward her, both kneeling between her spread legs. Both of them made a thorough visual study of her
cunt
, Ginger murmuring, “So pink and slick.”

“And so fucking smooth,” Jordan added. He lifted his hand and gently dragged the tips of two fingers down the soft, bare flesh to both sides of her parted slit.

Lynda shuddered. “Don’t make me wait. Eat me now.”

Jordan and Ginger looked at each other, as if not sure quite how to proceed, until finally Jordan said, “Ladies first,” and watched as Ginger gently bent to flick the tip of her tongue over Lynda’s protruding clitoris.

“Oh!” she said at the tiny shock of delight. “
Mmm
.”

Clearly encouraged, Ginger sank her mouth more fully onto Lynda’s pussy, licking up her
center
and letting her lips close over her clit to pull lightly. “God, yeah,” Lynda said, and as Ginger came back for more—
oh yes, baby, lick me good
—Jordan brought his warm palm to rest high on Lynda’s thigh, pressing as if to spread her wider. With his other hand, he reached down below Ginger’s face, using his thumb and forefinger to hold Lynda’s
cunt
open.

Ginger’s long tongue licked a deep path through Lynda’s pink flesh, making her wetter and wetter with every stroke, each lick ending on her sensitive clit, now engorged and prominent. Lynda moaned at each pass Ginger made, watching the erotic sight along with Jordan, who now massaged Lynda’s inner thigh with one hand and caressed Ginger’s ass and the small of her back with the other. “God, that’s so hot,” he breathed. “Lick her, honey. Lick that pretty pussy.”

Lynda moved against Ginger’s mouth, lifting to meet each swipe of her tongue. She bit her lower lip, lost in the sensation.

She sobbed with excitement when Jordan brought his hand back to insert two masculine fingers into her opening beneath where Ginger licked. “Oh yes, fuck me, lover,” she whispered, and pushed harder against them both.

And then, finally, Jordan bent his head to join Ginger. While she swept her tongue over Lynda’s clit, he lapped at her below, down in the softest, dampest part of her, just above where his fingers still thrust.

Lynda had been the recipient of a lot of oral sex in her life, but this was the first time she’d ever had two tongues on her at once. She’d never experienced anything quite so delicious and all-consuming—her whole pussy, from top to bottom being lavished with wet tongues and plunging fingers. She heard herself practically mewling from the pleasure—not only what she felt but what she saw. The sight of Jordan sharing her with a hot girl, the sight of two heads down there working to get as much of her pussy as they could, was more exciting than whips and leather had ever been.

“God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, because she knew she’d come soon. She’d been trying to hold back, trying to stretch out the dirty joy of it, but it was too much now, taking her over, and she was losing control. She pumped at both mouths harder. She cried out louder. She reached down, curling her hands about their heads, holding them firmly in place so that they couldn’t stop now if they wanted to. “Lick me! Yes, lick me! Lick my pussy!”

She yelled her demands, clenching her teeth as her body drove madly forward—finally plunging into ecstasy. “God, yes!
Yes
!” she cried as the hard waves of heat shook her, rolled through her, twisting her very soul with the intensity of an orgasm the likes of which she’d never before experienced. She rode it out, bucking at her lovers’ obliging tongues, soaking up every bit of joy for all it was worth, still sobbing, sobbing…until finally the sensation waned to leave her spent and utterly well-pleasured.

“Oh…” she said, amazed. Then, on impulse, she reached down to take Ginger’s face in her hands, kissing her, tasting herself on the other woman’s lips—and then she kissed Jordan, pressing her tongue into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his ministrations, as well, as she grazed her fingertips along his
stubbled
cheeks. When she pulled back to look at him, there were no words—nothing could adequately explain all she felt at this moment. Nothing except…

“I love you,” she whispered heatedly.

His hands found her face, too. “Ah, precious,
I
love
you
.”

More lingering kisses—lips, tongues—and Lynda’s fist wrapped around Jordan’s cock. He let out a groan as she ran her fingers across the tip, then lifted them to her mouth to suck off the pre-come.

Her arms wound back around his neck as his hands slid up over the lace covering her torso to cup her bared breasts. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you how beautifully sexy and naughty you look in this,” he murmured, glancing down at her ensemble.

She gave her head a thoughtful tilt and spoke the truth in her heart. “I
feel
sexy in it for you, lover. More than ever before.”

He growled his approval, then kissed her again—and keeping their faces close, Lynda said, “Are you ready for more of your little game, baby? Do you want to watch me eat Ginger’s pussy?”

His eyes opened wide, as if he hadn’t even imagined that would happen, but then said, “
Oh
yeah,” on a heavy breath. “Oh
yeah
, I want to watch you eat her.”

She giggled lightly at his enthusiasm, then turned seductive eyes on Ginger, who still knelt patiently at Jordan’s side. “You, on the couch,” Lynda said, half teasing, half serious.

A familiar little smile of acquiescence formed on Ginger’s face. “My pleasure,” she replied, climbing up onto the sofa next to where Lynda still sat.

Lynda boldly took the lead, reaching up to caress Ginger’s breast, tweaking the pointed nipple lightly before swiftly sliding her hand down onto the front of those pretty lavender panties. Ginger sighed her delight and Lynda couldn’t help noticing that Ginger’s
cunt
felt swollen through the lace, too.

“Help me get these off,” Lynda said softly to Jordan.

Replying with only a heated smile, he moved to Ginger’s other side and as she lifted her ass, together they peeled the stretchy lace thong to her thighs, over her knees, and finally over the sexy heels she still wore.

Ginger bit her lip and spread her legs to reveal an entirely bare pussy, gaping with dark pink flesh, a similar
color
to her nipples. The sight was so erotic that Lynda went weak. Jordan still knelt on the floor, his cock jutting upward near Ginger’s thigh, and Lynda felt torn between wanting to suck it and wanting to lick the hot pussy before her. Kneeling between Ginger’s slender, sexy legs, Lynda couldn’t resist bending over her thigh to give Jordan a quick little suck that made him gasp before she turned her attention to Ginger.

First, she lifted her hands to those delectable breasts and leaned in to drop one light, moist kiss onto each mauve nipple. Then she proceeded straight down to that waiting
cunt
. Bracing her hands stop Ginger’s thighs, she dragged the tip of her tongue from bottom to top, ending with a swirling motion around her clit. “Oh yeah, baby,” Ginger moaned. “Do that again.”

Lynda obliged. Once, twice. She hadn’t been with a girl in a while and found herself relishing that salty, delightfully forbidden taste in her mouth—forbidden because it came from another woman, and the very thought excited her. It was so much stronger than when she caught hints of her own taste, passed through a kiss.
Fueled
by it, she locked her lips around Ginger’s clit to suck on it, listening as the other girl began to sob softly.

But Lynda needed more. Jordan. She still loved having his hot gaze on her, but his cock was so close, and she hungered for it so much. Still torn between pussy and cock, she decided she had to have both. Still suckling on Ginger’s swollen clit, she reached out and grabbed onto Jordan’s enormous shaft.
Mmm
, so good, even just in her hand.

She pulled him by it, drawing his big erection up over Ginger’s bare hip until Jordan’s body was flush against Ginger where she’d sunk down on the couch. Lynda lay his cock across Ginger’s lower abdomen, so that it stretched across her belly, right above her slit. Both Jordan and Ginger breathed heavily now, watching, obviously wondering what Lynda had in mind. But she’d simply needed his big, hot tool closer, so that she could indulge in both lovely playthings.

Positioning her head sideways, she dipped to scoop Jordan’s cock into her mouth, sucking him as she pressed her breast into Ginger’s
cunt
, raking it so that the hard, pointed nipple would gently abrade her inner flesh. Both of her lovers moaned hotly until Lynda backed off to rake her tongue up through Ginger’s slit again while pulling on Jordan with her hand.

She moved back and forth between cock and pussy that way, licking one while she stroked the other with hand or breast, and though she never lifted her gaze to Jordan’s, she could feel his continued and mounting awe. Once, she rose to let Jordan lick Ginger’s feminine juices from her breast. It felt incredible to finally be her true sexual self with him, to finally be holding nothing back, finally giving pleasure exactly as her body inspired her to without worry over what he would think.

Over time, though, her body needed more, and now it was her own pussy that longed for attention. She looked up from suckling Ginger’s clit to Jordan. “Fuck me, baby,” she begged. “Fuck me while I lick her.”

A low groan left him as he pulled his wet cock off Ginger’s stomach and moved to Lynda’s rear. Still on her knees, she parted her legs and arched her ass toward him as his hands firmly gripped her hips. “Oh yeah, baby, give it to me,” she begged.

He entered her with a hard drive that made her cry out. Oh yes, this was
perfect
! Her man’s long shaft inside her, filling her up, as she licked Ginger’s widened slit. Sex encased her—it was all around her, the biggest part of her, swallowing her whole. Jordan delivered hot hard strokes into her hungry passage, making her lap even more energetically at Ginger’s sweet pink
cunt
, so wet with their combined juices.

All three of them moaned and groaned together, creating a dirty little symphony as Jordan thrust at her from one end, Ginger from the other. And then, like wet, gooey icing on an already delicious cake, Jordan bent over her, sliding one hand around her hip to sink his big fingers into her pussy. Oh yes. She’d come not long ago, but God knew she needed her clit rubbed. She moved against his hand, which meant she also moved harder against his cock. She locked back onto Ginger’s hot clit and sucked, sucked, sucked, with each hard plunge Jordan delivered behind her.

They were all getting close, she knew. But there was no way they’d come together. Hell, it was hard enough to get
two
people on the same exact orgasmic path—
three
would be impossible.

But that was okay—she didn’t care who came when—she knew she’d be happy to finish off Ginger no matter what happened, and she knew Jordan would be happy to rub her to climax even if he exploded inside her first.

“God, oh God,” Ginger said above her, her voice wrenched.

Lynda kept suckling, hard, as Jordan’s fingers rubbed in her moisture, bringing her closer with every passing second. He fucked her harder, too, and was beginning to groan.

“Oh God, yeah—now!” Ginger cried out and Lynda slowed her sucking to meet Ginger’s rhythmic orgasmic thrusts against her mouth—and
she
toppled, too, moaning against Ginger’s clit as the hot waves of pleasure took her, roaring through her, all the way out to the tips of her fingers and toes.