At last, she sucked and licked my clitoris until I began to come, waves of pleasure washing over me, each one higher and more powerful than the last one, until the sensation merged into one huge powerful wave that crashed over me, making me scream in my release, my whole body shaking and shuddering as my muscles spasmed.
As I began to come down, Doreen covered my body with hers, her lips on mine as we kissed passionately, hands groping and fingers sliding and touching. Her kisses moved back down my body, and, as she clamped her mouth on my pussy once again, Steven moved up behind her and once again slid his cock into her, the three of us pumping and straining against each other as we all reached out for release.
I came first, my pussy tortured by her mouth and tongue, my orgasm setting off Doreen, and as she climaxed the constrictions in her pussy pushed Steven over the edge, and he roared like a bull as he blasted his semen into her, the vibrations of her body being hammered being transmitted to my vulva and rolling my climax on and on.
I awoke at first light, Doreen lying next to me with her arm around my waist, spooning against Steven, who had his arm in turn around her. I realised that, for the first time in weeks, I wasn’t waking and looking for Mark, that I actually felt rested, and that I hadn’t dreamed about him; last night seemed to have finally laid that ghost to rest, at least.
I turned my head to see Doreen smiling sleepily at me, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to let her kiss me good morning, a long, sexy wet kiss that had my pussy twitching!
Doreen gently licked and bit at my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth as her hands once again explored me, her fingers slipping down across my belly to rub and caress my rapidly swelling labia. Her finger slipped inside me, gently rubbing my hooded clitoris, little lightning bolts shooting through my body as she set my pussy slowly on fire. She began kissing down from my lips to my throat, biting and licking my neck gently, just enough to leave a pink mark, and further on down, to suck and nibble on my nipples, gently to pulling them up again into hard and stiff points, making me gasp and sigh.
Now she kissed and licked slowly further down following the trail of her fingers, until she dipped her tongue in the apex of my slit again, rubbing and teasing my hooded clit, making me writhe and squirm in delight. She slid between my legs, her tongue working at me as I held her head against me, twining my fingers in her hair to hold her where she was pleasuring me most, and Doreen ate me out properly, her tongue teasing and tasting, lapping and stroking, her lips nibbling and nipping until I was in a haze of sexual arousal.
Doreen pointed her tongue and pushed it into me as far as she could, making me gasp and arch my back, the intense pleasure as she wriggled her tongue inside me like nothing I had ever felt before, and when she licked around my anus, I could feel the first stirrings of orgasm, but it wasn’t until she jammed her tongue into my arse as hard as she could that I came, in a great billowing wave of pleasure, my heart hammering as my body spasmed, all my world centred around the sensations flaring out from my pussy, the intense feeling of my juices spurting out of me as I squirted over her mouth and neck, and the talented tongue jammed and wriggling in my tight anus.
I finally came down from my high to see Doreen’s eyes dancing just above the mound of my pussy, and the soothing feeling of her tongue now lapping gently at my tight hole, and the soft fingers gently caressing my tender and sensitive pussy.
Steven was still fast asleep, so we talked in low voices, so as not to disturb him. I had a question about the whole Steven/Doreen thing.
“Tell me Dor,” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid that what happened to me with my brother will happen to you?”
Doreen grinned. “I can confidentlypredict that will never happen, for a very good reason. I love my brother, but I’m not in love with him. This, what we do here, this is helping each other out. Besides, I couldn’t have him even if I wanted him that way; I think his wife would object!”
I must have looked stunned, so Doreen explained further.
“When I hang up for a date, and if Steven’s in town, we hook up, have some fun, then come back here to my place, and fuck each other’s brains out. No strings, no expectations, no recriminations, it’s just sex; it’s great fun, we both know the other’s clean, we know what we like, and there’s none of that ‘you promised you’d call and you didn’t’ business. We just do it for the sex, and great sex it is too, because there’s no guilt or emotional attachments, no ‘I love you’ to deal with. I’m positive my sister-in-law knows, or at least suspects, but she also knows if he’s doing me, then he’s not out chasing some other piece of random skirt and bringing home God knows what!”
I asked her about other guys, and what about ‘Mr Right’?
She grinned. “Sweetie, when Steven’s not here, I only have girls up here, right now there’s only one cock for me, and it’s asleep over there. One day, maybe, I’ll meet a guy special enough that I’ll only want him, then Steven and I will call it a day; so far it hasn’t happened. Steven and I are the best of Friends with Benefits, and I like it that way!”
“And me, Dor, what was I?” I asked her, more to see what she’d say than out of any feelings I may have developed (which I hadn’t).
Doreen smiled slowly at me. “You, Jules, were someone who needed to stop thinking the world has come to a grinding halt. You needed last night to learn that there’s life after Mark, that you can have fun again, and that sometimes it needn’t be about anything except fun — you’re not even twenty yet, for fuck’s sake, these things happen, the world’s full of Mark’s, but that doesn’t have to mean there’s no-one else out there for you. If you keep on brooding and thinking about it and going round and round in your head about what you did wrong, you’re going to end up biting yourself in the small of your back; lighten up and give yourself a chance!”
She smiled gently.
“Who knows, maybe you’ll find him again, and he’ll explain, and it was all a big mistake, he loves you, hearts and flowers etcetera; just… don’t bank on it. In the meantime, have some fun, Jules, don’t waste yourself, this is the best part of our lives, we’re young, free, single and independent, the world’s at our feet, let’s enjoy ourselves a bit! Case in point, you didn’t exactly fight me off last night, or just now, so a part of you already knows that, let it out more often! Sometimes a good, meaningless shag is the best cure of all for what ails you! ”
She was making a lot of sense, and I was surprised at hearing this coming from her; she wasn’t the one in the office I would have labelled as a model of maturity, which just goes to show how driven we are by first impressions. But she was right; I loved Mark, even after what he’d done, but I had to move on, I had to find a healthier outlet for myself than moping and crying. Luckily I had Shelagh, and Nia, and now Doreen to point the way.