They finally got up and Lisa led him into Rita’s moodily candle-lit living room. On a trolley stood an ice bucket cooling a bottle of Krug. Rita welcomed them.
Grinning, she looked down at Michael’s feet and Lisa’s partly undone top and said:
“What about me? You have partly undressed each other already. Couldn’t you wait for the welcoming toast?”
As Rita bent down to pour the champagne into the flutes, Michael swallowed a gasp of surprise. Rita wore a skintight body stocking. Between her bare feet and midriff, it left nothing to the imagination as she deliberately turned her back fully into Michael’s view.
She well knew that the stocking not only lasciviously highlighted the voluptuousness of her ass but, clinging to her crotch, it displayed the camel foot, the slitted glory of her cunt between her invitingly open thighs.
With nothing hidden and all revealed, Rita had taken the lead from Lisa. When she turned and offered them the glasses, she looked at Michael with a gleam in her eye. As they toasted and Rita raised her glass, her loosely tied excuse of a blouse opened up baring her gloriously rampantly tits.
With the glasses refilled and then quickly emptied and put aside, Rita moved to the couch. She knew Michael would follow. As soon as he sat, Rita crouched down next to him. Her lips opened with a greedy gasp as they fastened on Michael’s and their tongues joined in a lengthy, teasingly copulating dance.
When they finally came up gasping for air, Rita undid with fevering fingers the knot on her blouse, tore it off her body and threw it away. From the corner of his eyes, Michael saw that it landed in front of Lisa in the centre of the room. She knelt on the carpet, nursing her champagne, and watching them wide-eyed and spellbound.
As Michael slid lower to fasten his mouth onto Rita’s heaving tits, his hand was captured between her thighs. Responding to his teeth and lips tantalising her sexy nipples into a bursting erection, Rita with a moan pressed her throbbing pussy into Michael’s searching hand. Through the electrifying cloth of the stocking, he rubbed and caressed it into a swollen, hot-slippery state.
Squirming in lust against Michael’s mouth and hand, Rita nevertheless noticed that Lisa — her eyes fixed on Michael’s cock tenting his trousers and not on his hand ravishing her pussy — had inched closer.
So, as much for Lisa’s benefit as Michael’s, Rita almost sang her lust-charged demands:
“Yes, Michael, yes!… Love my tits!… Look, how sexy and turned on for you they are…. Kiss them, suck them!… Yes, yes, bite them!… Show Lisa!”
And then, stretching her spread-open crotch with her cunt in Michael’s grasp at Lisa, Rita moaned:
“Yes, touch me there!… Grab me hard!… Feel how hot this pussy is for you! God, you must fuck me, Michael,… fuck me hard!… I can’t wait! Fuck me now! Fuck me first! Lisa is still shy,… she can watch and wait.”
As Rita pressed his face against her ravished tits, Michael could not look down. Suddenly he felt that hurrying fingers were undoing his belt and zipper. And then Lisa’s hands pulled his trousers and underpants down over his rock-hard erection.
As it jumped into Lisa’s closeby face, Michael heard her laugh. And then she whispered “What a cock! May I?” before her hot mouth closed over the cock’s engorged head. Michael suppressed a scream by biting into one of Rita’s overexcited nipples. She howled in pained lust as her pussy twisted out of Michael’s grip and her legs pressed — as if in search of a different touch — against Lisa’s body.
Suddenly, the three of them had become one in unbridled lust.
With Lisa’s mouth sinking deeper and deeper onto Michael’s cock and her hand gripping his balls, he and Rita joined in a shamelessly wild, hot-wet contest of kissing, with their tongues wrestling and tongue-fucking each other’s mouths.
While they kissed, Rita, in ever-mounting arousal, started to rub her restless legs against Lisa’s body and press her itching pussy into her shoulder.
With mounting excitement, Lisa responded to the unexpected signal. While rubbing her cheek against Michael’s pulsating cock, she slid a hand up between Rita’s readily spreading legs. Two of her fingers brushed — suddenly daring all — lasciviously caressing through the lips of Rita’s swollen pudenda and through the crack of her ass. Then, hooking her fingers in the body stocking’s seam she pulled, and the body stocking rolled down as Rita’s lower body lifted and shifted to help Lisa in stripping her naked.
Rita stretched, wanting to move her lusciously glistening pussy onto Lisa’s lips. Lisa blushed but held still for a long moment. Then, rising to her knees she hoarsely whispered:
“God, I shouldn’t, Rita, but I love the look of your sexy-hot puss as it waits for our Michael’s hot-sucked cock…. Come on, mount it!… I’ll guide it in!… This time I won’t get my pussy wet by just listening to your dirty story!… I won’t just watch!… I’ll take charge of Michael’s beautiful cock and make it tease your naughty pussy as it has never been teased before.”
Rita and Michael were listening and quickly shifted into position: he sitting upright and Rita kneeling, facing him, her crotch spreading invitingly open as she straddled his thighs.
With her ass lifted high she made her pussy search for the hot knob of Michael’s upright pole. Quickly found, it parted her slippery lips and a wiggle placed it on the inner opening. A tentative push slipped the hotly engorged head a first centimetre into the cunt’s hungry opening.
Rita cried out:
“Fuck me, Michael! Now!… I want your cock!… Fuck me hard… deep in my pussy!”
But then she felt it: Lisa had gripped Michael’s shaft. However hard and often Rita pushed down, Lisa allowed only the cock’s head to dip now and then into the throbbing opening of her cunt. Then, while she moaned and squirmed in Michael’s arms, Lisa covered, at first, her waist and back with kisses. Eventually, seduced by Rita’s sexily twitching ass, Lisa began to feast with nipping little bites on her shapely buttocks.
With her face and eyes so near to her sex partners’ cock and cunt, Lisa began a new teasing play. She took the tip of Michael’s cock to Rita’s clit. Knowing well the pleasure, she used the cock’s tip to probe the sexy spot.
When, eventually, a wet-shimmering pearl slipped out of its hot-rubbed sleeve, Lisa guided the cock back to the slippery opening of Rita’s cunt. And after long minutes of this teasing play, after each return from pleasuring Rita’s clit, Lisa allowed her to ram her cunt a bit deeper onto Michael’s thrusting-up cock.
Finally, it proved too much for Rita. Her ass and thighs started to shiver and shake as an irresistible orgasm stormed in. She arched her body away from Michael, and howled a drawn-out, protesting “No! God, no! God, not yet!”
Lisa, not knowing what made her do it, stood up. Pressing her lips on the nape of Rita’s neck she grabbed her breasts as she pressed Rita down on Michael’s exploding cock.
Rita twisted out of Lisa’s arms with a cry and threw herself sideways off Michael’s spurting cock onto the sofa. Her body convulsed under the repeated waves of her orgasm crushing in. It made her clutch with both hands and a high-pitched whimper her uncontrollably squirting cunt.
When Rita tore herself free, Lisa fell forward onto Michael’s lap. Still in her pantsuit, his still hard and pulsating cock slipped between her thighs as he caught her in his arms. With both their eyes on Rita, Lisa whispered into Michael’s ear:
“Look how Rita is climaxing; she can’t stop coming!… See how wildly our Threesome has turned her on!”
With her hot breath in his ear and his cock oh so close to her wet, impatient pussy, Lisa continued:
“Will it be like this for us, Michael? When you two drive me crazy? And when she and I take our revenge on you?”
Michael did not reply. Instead, their lips joined in a long, yes-saying kiss, parting when Rita scrambled off the couch. She stood up, looked at Michael and Lisa and shouted:
“Look at me! God, you two made me come! And there you sit, all innocent-like, both of you still dressed! You are no fitting sight for a Threesome! Why don’t you go to my bedroom?… Get undressed and into bed…. Be good till I join you!”
Rita turned. Gripping her pussy, she hurried to the bathroom.
They got up; both welcoming Rita’s command. It spared them any awkwardness in thinking about what would come next.
In the dusky bedroom – Rita had given it an erotic mood by stretching pairs of her red panties over the bedside lamps – Lisa made Michael sit on the bed. As she began unbuttoning his shirt, she grinned, “It’s only fair that I finish what I started with your socks.”
Michael’s hands were on Lisa’s naked waist, and as she pulled his shirt over his head, Michael slid Lisa’s pantsuit top up over her tits and face onto her upstretched arms.
Giggling and delighted by Michael’s move, Lisa threw both garments to the floor as Michael drew her close. As a nipple of her eagerly stretched-forward tits found his greedy mouth, his hands slid Lisa’s trousers down over her sexily wriggling hips and ass and pubes till they fell unassisted down her long legs. Grabbing her ass, Michael pulled her soft belly against his lips as he kissed his way down to the edge of her bush.
Although sorely tempted to push her rebellious clit into his mouth, Lisa pulled free. Hurriedly slipping under the covers of the queen-size bed, she murmured: