“Would you like to feel them?” Julie asked sweetly, and Marie nodded, eyes glazed with lust and adventure (her drink sat full in the cupholder). As Marie kneaded them curiously, Julie gestured to return the favor and Marie assented. My partner’s small tan hands were soon grabbing fistfuls of milky flesh. In seconds they were kissing. Julie broke away and turned to me. “Honey, these are the most amazing breasts I’ve ever felt. Just perfect. Marie, you’re perfect. Is it okay if he feels?” She looked at me, bit her lip and nodded. Things broke down into the two of us working Marie up and down in every way we knew. I chewed her soft, springy lips while Julie left a trail of bruises down her neck and across her chest. Our hands roamed everywhere, lifting her off the hot tub seat. Along the way she felt, without a doubt, my arousal.
Soon, we migrated from water to our second bedroom, wrapped in fluffy oversized towels. Marie’s underwear came off, of course, her neatly trimmed bush just as curly as the hair on her head. She was flushed now, a red triangle tracing from neck to bosom. As she used the bathroom Julie and I did our usual check-in. “Same rules” she told me smiling- oh yes, Julie was quite in charge here, “let’s have fun.” When Marie came out, her breasts were bouncing merrily. Julie strode up to her.
“Sweetie, we have simple rules here. Everything goes, but if anyone doesn’t like something they say ‘lime’ or tap three times and everything stops. Unless you say it, we’re going to assume you’re okay, okay?”
Marie looked puzzled- clearly she hadn’t used a safeword before. Julie went for clarification.
“Marie, if you want us to stop or you feel uncomfortable, what word do you say?”
“Lime.”
“Good girl. And what if there’s something in your mouth and you can’t say lime?”
Her eyes widened.
“Then I tap three times.”
“Good girl.”
Together we arranged her on her back on the bed and spread her legs. Julie threw a playlist onto our sound system. Fuck, Marie was gorgeous. Julie settled herself gently over her face and lowered herself onto it. Marie’s first taste of pussy. I set to work eating her out in a cautious, practiced way. She was soaked in no time, her hips writhing, the poor thing had no idea what to do with her hands and groped around for one of Julie’s breasts.
“That’s it, darling, suck me. Move your tongue back and forth, yes, faster, like that.”
Julie loved to be eaten out and wasn’t afraid to teach. She might even prefer it. I kept at my work, gently rimming her sweet little ass with a finger. Her arousal had leaked down, providing the lubrication I needed to slip a tip in. Her hand raised slightly off the bed, as if to tap, but a long slurping lick had it back to grabbing the bedsheet. Marie didn’t know it then, but she was well on the way to being ours. Julie came, then, after perhaps 10 minutes, moaning Marie’s name and soaking her face and hair. She pulled herself off and laid down and I abandoned Marie to snuggle her. We always snuggle post-orgasm. Marie seemed confused, unsure of herself, and was relegated to watching as I gave Julie the post-orgasm spoon and pound she often craved. She slammed her beautiful ass back onto me, moaning
“James, James, fuck, yes, James, fill me, thank you, thank you.”
As I stopped at a plateau, she remembered Marie for the first time since rolling off her face. “Play with yourself while you watch, precious.”
And so Marie did, one hand at a breast and the other between her legs, flicking and rubbing as I turned Julie onto her stomach and lifted her ass up to take her from behind. Marie was transfixed, she seemed on the cusp of cumming, eyes closed and jaw slack, when I pulled out of Julie, still aroused, and the two of us turned to Marie.
“Marie, stop touching yourself.” I said, firmly. Her eyes opened but her hands didn’t stop.
“What a bad girl” Julie said knowingly. “James told you to stop.”
“Please… I’m so close.”
“We don’t know if you can have multiples, yet, darling” and with that Julie grabbed Marie’s hands by the wrists and held them above her head “so we need to keep you in check.”
The handcuffs clicked on before arousal-addled Marie even noticed they were there. The usual
emotions crossed her eyes- a bit of fear, some confusion, but lust overcame all.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Why don’t you call me Miss Julie.”
“Yes, Miss Julie.” She settled into obedience so well.
“Now, Mr. James is going to administer a punishment to you for you ignoring his order.”
She lifted Marie’s legs up such that her ass was exposed. Her pussy glistened. Julie brought her mouth to
Julie’s ear. “Have you been spanked before, Marie?”
“Yes, Miss Julie.”
That surprised us. It’s not common for someone who has just lost her virginity, after all.
“By whom, sweetie?”
“My daddy, when I was eight.”
“Ahhh… James is your daddy, now.”
With that, I brought a hand down hard on her linen-white ass. She yelped, a perfect red handprint left behind, and I moved to the other cheek. As I said, I don’t consider myself particularly attractive, but I am fit, and the sight of a bulging forearm, veiny and glistening with sweat, imparting punishment on flesh so pure put me into a lather. Julie checked in with her eyes, looking for undue fear or pain. She wasn’t shocked to see that Marie was enjoying herself.