Lady Lovecome’s Diary: Part 5.
My quest for the ultimate head goes deliciously wrong.
Based on a post by A Big Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
"Why won't you fuck me? Am I so hideous?"
"You're the most beautiful flower I've ever seen, Madam." He kept hold of my hand and watched my other work. A breeze flicked a curl across his tanned and wrinkled brow while he brushed his thumb pad over my knuckles. God. Was he actually considering it? "But if you get pregnant, your father said he'd have me killed and disown you. If you're happy with that risk, I'll fuck you."
"Lick me, then."
He stroked my thigh through my skirt, from hip to knee. I opened my legs, ready for the fresh air on my hot folds should he pull my skirt up. He didn't.
"No," he said to his hand.
"Why not?"
He growled and flopped onto his back. "Because in this mood, you'll want me to fuck you after I lick you. You always do."
I hopped to my feet. "Eat me till you come then, like you always do!" I stood over his face and jiggled, but our playfulness had soured. It felt more like an argument.
He scowled up my skirt, and pressed his lips tight.
Diary, forgive me, because I know it's not what he wanted, but I sat on him. Not even sat; I squatted on him, hard. And ground my hips.
It felt very wrong, but I was in a very wrong mood. And anyway the man is six four and all muscle, all he had to do was sit up suddenly and I'd be flung into the woods. For example, once we were enjoying a languorous 69 on the floor in his gate lodge (I'd pounced on him!) when Father buzzed to be let in.
Bill wrapped an arm around me, stood, wandered over to the buzzer and let father in, all without taking his mouth from my bits.
He could stop me if he wanted, so I went ahead and wiped my slimy cunt on his shut, bristly mouth.
So much for the ultimate oral.
Then, dear Diary, fate stepped in to save us. Or rather Gabrielle did. My petite, Parisian best friend-cum-lover (and cum-lover!) padded barefoot across my terrace, swinging her hips. A coppertop Audrey Hepburn, her wild red hair was trapped under a neat white sunhat and her neat body wrapped in loose white muslin. She smiled as if to say, "Yes it's really me."
"Bonjour! I thought I was early but you have started without me, non?"
"Hmm!" Bill contorted under me.
"Oh stop!" I bore down harder and grabbed his hair. "It's a fucking surprise for you, dolt."
Gabrielle stooped, kissed both my cheeks, then regarded our struggles. "Are you wrestling? This is quite a beast you have trapped." She addressed my skirt. "Bonjour, monsieur!"
"Um." I think that was an actual pussy-smothered hello.
"This is Gabrielle, Bill. Remember? She taught me all I know."
Gabrielle laughed brightly. "All that is worth knowing of a man, anyway. I hope you have enjoyed it, Bill." His name came out "Beel" in her lovely accent.
Bill's nasal sigh warmed my cunt. Sat on his head, I could almost feel his brain recalling every Gabrielle-inspired sucking I'd ever given him. He'd never been swallowed before he met me, and I'd never swallowed before I met her. Then a strange thing happened. And a rather unique sensation. His anger softened under my rude splay. He relaxed, and his mouth opened. His tongue slipped along my groove.
I caught my breath, and bit my lip.
Gabrielle stepped back and regarded us. I felt like I saw us in her smoldering gaze: Bill laid out fully dressed in his serge groundsman's trousers and oxford shirt. (Bill works in an old-fashioned uniform that even includes braces. Father insists. So do I, come to think of it.) I was crouched over his head, my long dress tenting over my knees and covering our join. Underneath, invisible to her, Bill's muscular tongue slurped me like a dirty secret. I shivered.
"Merde. So discrete, yet so explicit." She strolled around us like we were an exhibit. "You said you wanted the best oral sex ever, but I don't know if I want to lick you or sketch you."
Bill sucked on my clit. I gripped my knees and tried to hold off the tide swelling in my midriff.
Gabrielle paused by Bill's trousers, struggling with his arousal at licking me. "Darling, this man is in love with you." This choked me up. She was right. How could I be such a spoilt brat to him? Bill was devoted. If I demanded it, really demanded it, he would fuck me, and fuck the consequences.
She finished her voyeuristic tour and, after a long kiss to my lips so our tongues could greet each other, she stood to present her hips to my face. Reaching up her skirt, she wriggled off her panties, then lifted her hem to reveal her vibrant red tuft framing the bare pink petals of her sex. I lunged. "Oui;” She dropped her skirt over my head. "Let us all be discrete yet explicit!"
It had been months since I last ate a woman. I didn't realize how much I missed the yielding flesh of a pussy against my lips. Especially Gabrielle's. I pressed a polite(!) kiss to the old friend at the epicenter of my old friend, then kissed more firmly under her fur, into the smooth, delicate folds beneath. I was rewarded with a wet kiss in return and a tremble in her hips. I lightly nibbled her prominent clit hood and she stroked my head. Meanwhile, my own clit was drawn into a warm, fleshy whirlpool; a sucking pull that somehow filled my insides to overflowing.
In my muslin cave, steeped in Gabrielle's Chanel and musk, the tip of my tongue sought her salty slickness and teased it over her bud. Licking someone of your own sex has an entangled autoeroticism about it, so my licks echoed on my own clit and made me feel attacked by two tongues. I flickered at her lightly, then couldn't resist pressing my mouth over her whole vulva. She cupped my head, widened her legs and nudged her hips at me. I squeezed her bottom, pulling her to my rhythm, to the rhythm of my rocking, to the rhythm of Bill's licking.
Gabrielle's thighs wobbled and she gasped. I think it was as much this as the insistent flip of Bill's tongue that tipped me over, not to mention her breathy muttering: "Oui. Oui."
I moaned into her cunt. Bill moaned into mine. Gabrielle arched onto tiptoes. "Oui!"
I snorted, she always sounds like a child on a swing when she comes.
I tried to control my quivering tongue while shuddering on my man's exquisite mouth. Waves of invisible lava gushed from my cunt, over my belly and tits, coursed up my neck and cheeks, poured into Gabrielle's cunt and out of her mouth, swearing for the both of us.
Bill took my entire weight in his palms, or I think I might've collapsed. He poised me over his mouth, thumbs holding me open, lapping, drinking. Gabrielle shoved at my mouth, even as I yanked her to my face and ate her like a sexy fruit.
Bill gently kissed me down. Gabrielle lifted her skirt and glowed at me, her hair a burning halo in the sun. (We never saw her hat again. I'd blasted it into space I think.) My lower face was chilled with her wetness and she held my cheeks to dance her tongue around my lips and chin. "Merci." she croaked between tasting flicks and kisses. "Merci."
Bill toyed with me, licking me to oversensitive spasms, and then lifting me off his face. He loves to watch my hole pulse in aftershocks. He can bounce me up and down for so long I feel like a beach ball.
"Your man is still hungry, oui?"
I jerk again, his tongue jolting like a taser. "A; always."
"Oh, I am like this too. Can I try him?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "You like la cuisine française, monsieur?"
Bill was midway through a loving kiss to my clit. He lifted me off his mouth. "Very much, Miss Gabrielle."
Very much?
Even though I'd planned to share Bill today, the actual words, aimed at and an actual other woman, skipped my heartbeat. I faltered climbing off him.
"Quickly, sweetie." Gabrielle gently pushed my shoulders. "I am a Ferrari and you have twisted my key."
I stood, she knelt, and all Bill would've seen was my sloppy great orchid replaced with Gabrielle's elegant, dewy rose. So far, neither had even seen each other's faces. She straddled him. A grin spread across her face. "Merde."
Bill hummed into her. Her. Not me.
As if reading my mind, Gabrielle kissed my hands. "Merci, darling. For sharing your man. Take off your clothes."
She swept her dress off over her head and tossed it, then spun me round as I pulled mine off too. She kissed and bit my bottom, growling, "Oui!" as she rubbed her face on it like an adoring cat. I don't know why Bill and she go so silly over my big bubble bum.
Her cool hands slid over my ribs, scraping her fingernails lightly over my tits. I watched her over my shoulder. Her nudity was prim and smooth and pale on the ruddy leather of Bill's face. His heroic chin was thrust enthusiastically between her creamy thighs, his tongue lapping quickly as Gabrielle lightly bounced on him.
Damn. How could something that hurt so much, look so sexy?
I couldn't watch and turned away, giving myself over to Gabrielle's exploring hands and lips. Even as I enjoyed the bristle-less, silky smoothness of a woman's face in my intimate places, I tried to put the jealousy from my mind. But below my despondent head, Bill's cock strained at his trousers. This is one of my favorite sights, when I've aroused him, but now it struggled for freedom because he was licking another woman. It wanted to get to Gabrielle, not me. The pain seemed to tug between my legs.
"Let me see it." Gabrielle was watching his trousers too. "Show me."
I bent over to unfasten his buttons and braces. This curled my cunt toward her. "Trop belle," she whispered, opening me up. "Trop; hmm" A kiss to my clit, then a slim impalement, a finger, gently probing. It felt like she was looking for my heartache in there. After my yearning for cock all morning this intrusion threatened to unhinge my legs. My hole stretched scrumptiously. Two fingers? I dipped my hips on her digging digits, and she curled them just where I liked them.
I took a settling breath, and yanked Bill's trousers and boxers over his hips. His great cock unfurled in the lemon tree's dabbled shade and bounced even harder, clamoring, "Me! Me! Me!"
Gabrielle laughed huskily. "Lucky cow!"
I turned to agree, to remind her who "Beel" belonged to, but her eyes were closed. She clawed her bare tit, the fingers of her other hand stiffened in my cunt.
Bill's cock bucked, laced in veins. His hips rutted the air and his thighs shook. No. Would he come licking this woman? I thought only my orgasm had the power to bedazzle him to eruption.
Then a part of me wanted him to spurt for her while I watched, the same part that relished this self-inflicted unfaithfulness. But his cock jumped lustily before me, and I could never resist my Sweet William. I squeezed his balls, and pulled his warm staff. He was as familiar and exciting in my palm as my own sex. Gabrielle cursed, her cheek pressed to my hip, hugging it, fingers digging between my legs. I pulled Bill in time with her finger-fucking.
Bill's cock dribbled pre-cum and I bent double to take his end into my mouth. (A life of ballet lessons has its uses) This is how I claimed him. She might come on his mouth, but he'd come in mine.
"Oh God, oui." Gabrielle peered at me sucking him. This seemed to hit the spot. Or maybe it was Bill. "Oh God I'm coming," she blurted. "Merde, merde, merde, I'm; " She hugged me tight, rammed her fingers deep into me and squeaked.
If I'm sucking Bill when I come he always comes too. It's adorable, that overexcitement in pleasing me, even if it means our sex is sometimes over in seconds. (Only sometimes though. I can usually keep him hard, for all the use it is.) I presumed Gabrielle's orgasm would do as well as mine, so braced for his lovely flood. But he'd stopped trembling. He seemed to have reigned himself in and silently, carefully licked my friend as she twitched on his mouth, his cock savory with pre-cum but nothing more. At first I was proud of him, but that was quickly followed by worry. Who was he trying to impress?
Gabrielle cackled and kissed my bottom and cunt as if they were her own and she was calming them down. I dragged her face to mine. Who can resist kissing a post-orgasmic woman?
She kissed me back, but then reached for his dick. Her immaculately manicured hand looked polite and tiny on his club. "Will you not fuck him?"
I shook my head. "We don't; "
"May I?"
Our silence crackled.
She spoke to his cock, sliding her hand up and down it. "I know you are worried about babies, monsieur, but I'm on the pill, so it is impossible, and anyway I like babies and I'm no royal so no one will kill you."
I waited for Bill's protest but he seemed lost in thought, petting Gabrielle's labia. He was awkwardly trying to find the right words to reject her. I melted for him, and was about to suggest we suck him off together, when he reached into my chest and tore my heart out.
"Okay," he said.
All the blood dropped from my body and left me a husk. Gabrielle squeaked, hopped off his face, and darted around me to stand astride his cock.
He sat up and kissed my bottom like a favored pet. His thumb slid along my groove. I wanted to scream, but my throat had clasped shut. In a delirious synaesthesia, his thumb's push at my opening was his cockhead as it slid into my friend. I wanted this to stop. I wanted more.
He seemed a tight fit in her, she eased slowly down his length in a series of little dips, then finally settled with him lodged deep. Her eyelids drooped. He dug his thumb deep into me. I clenched at it.
"Nice to meet you, Beel." Gabrielle smirked and put out her hand, a formality at odds with grinding wetly on his cock. "You are very handsome, and I like your cock."
Bill withdrew from my cunt to shake her hand. "Thank you Miss Gabrielle. And you are very pretty; um. All over."
Gabrielle flushed, pulled his thumb to her mouth and sucked me from him. I bounced between heaven and hell. He called me beautiful and her pretty. Was "beautiful" better than "pretty"? You'd call a horse beautiful, or a vase. Pretty meant desirable too, didn't it? She gave his thumb a blowjob, the thumb that should be pleasing me, while she waggled her hips waspishly on him. His breath hitched. She released his thumb, which immediately sought out its drooly equivalent between my legs.
Perhaps it was the echo of his thumb inside me, or my closeness to Gabrielle, or just the strength of my longing for his cock, but I could feel him wedged inside me, pressed to every singing cell of my cunny. If I couldn't fuck him, then surely this was the next best thing? I needed to grow up. Jealousy in a three-way was not a good look, especially in front of someone as stylish as Gabrielle.
I kicked him. "You don't come in her."
"No, Madam."
"Your cum is mine."
"Yes, Madam."
I prodded Gabrielle. "His cum is mine."
"Oui, M-Madame!" Gabrielle picked up her pace, and pulled my hips toward her. She pressed kisses to my belly. "You are a good friend." She dipped to my mound. Bill's kisses dropped under me too and suddenly tongues assaulted me front and rear.
Gabrielle fucked my man, a sinuous wave of bliss that rolled from her hips all the way to her tongue, where it slid over my clit, into my hole, joined Bill's tongue which then curled cheekily around my anus, before sweeping back though his body to whiplash his cock into her cunt and set her off again.
Both worked at me as if their fucking was the engine for pleasuring me and nothing more, and this, my mounting pleasure, was all that pleasured them. Gabrielle, knees at her shoulders, bounced on his lap as she ate me. I raised a foot on the edge of the tree planter, to open wider to them. She wrapped arms around my standing leg and around Bill's neck as their cheeks pressed beneath me. He hugged her to me and to him, their faces pressed to my bottom and cunt. Their tongues wriggled over my most private, delicate places and I felt poised on the tip of intrusive, wet flames.
I'd come hard on Bill just moments before but under the onslaught of this, the best licking of my life, I found myself puffing to another high. Everyone should be so adored once in their life! I wanted it to never end, but my leg grew tired and Gabrielle's tongue erratic as Bill pumped harder. I pushed back against him, pulling away from Gabrielle, until he was on his back and was I perched once more on his mouth, this time facing my beautiful best friend while she frogged on his rearing hips.
Bill's breath huffed hotly between my thighs, and his familiar licking was almost calming after my intense double-head. Gabrielle's little tits bounced enticingly and I buried my face in them, then suckered myself to her gaping mouth. We hugged and kissed and let our tongues play while Bill worked hard between our legs. His fucking made her pant in my mouth. His tongue made me pant into hers.
I reached down between her legs and tickled her clit. Her movements grew jerky. Bill went up a gear. He rammed abandoned laughter from Gabrielle and sucked my clit into him, motor-mouthing his tongue on it. I hugged Gabrielle tight and pressed my mouth to her while Bill tossed her insanely in my arms. His tongue frothed me over and I felt like a shaken champagne bottle.
I popped. Gabrielle squealed in my mouth. We spasmed on Bill like two ends of a live wire rammed together. Her cries became mine and our thrusts on Bill became thrusts into each other, as if he was just a massive, new sex organ coupling us. He disappeared. Rutting and grinding, I tumbled into her, she tumbled into me and together we tumbled into the sun.
Our cries dissolved into giddy chuckling, and we landed soft as dropped blossom back down to earth.
I leapt off Bill, his tongue too much, but kept kissing my delicious girl as she breathed out her climax. I pecked along her jaw and neck and tits.
Bill smiled triumphantly, sheened in sweat and my arousal. He stroked my leg, and this felt reassuring and bonding, even as Gabrielle ground on my man's cock.
"He is still very, very hard." Gabrielle stroked my other leg and blinked up at me and for a moment I lost myself in her oceanic, thankful eyes.
"Of course." I felt like a proud teacher. I knelt by Bill to unbuttoned his shirt and show off his torso too.
"Délicieux."
"Oui," I answered, forgetting who was who. I kissed his nipple, squeezed the packs of muscle on his chest. He tossed away his shirt. I think he even flexed. Sweet. Gabrielle's face appeared by mine, half covered by serpentine tresses as she leant on all fours over him. She was still plugged by his indefatigable hard on.
"Merde." She bit a pec. "His cock feels so, so good. You sure you don't want him in you?"
I thumbed a bead of sweat from Bill's forehead. His pale eyes filled the world for a moment. "More than anything," I whispered into his ear.
He leant to mine. "I'm pretending she's you."
We tittered into each other's necks.
"Merde, I am being fucked, yet I am the odd one out?" She slapped Bill's abs. "Giddyap!"
Now I knew what he was thinking, I stepped away like a naughty ghost taking a break from her body for a moment and watched Bill fuck Gabrielle/me. Us.
His hips rammed his cock in and out of her; our; fully stretched hole. I yanked off his trousers and boots and lay between his thighs, watching his easeful, well-oiled piston. When he slowed, Gabrielle took over, gloving and re-gloving herself on him. I imagined that cunny lighting up with every downward stroke and sucking on every upward stroke. A collar of juices formed around the base of his staff, and dripped over his balls. I nuzzled and licked them, covering my cheeks and lips in the essence of their sex. Don't ask me why, my dirty compulsions are dark and mysterious even to me. Under my tongue, Bill stopped, letting Gabrielle find her own groove and letting me lick him clean, even as she made him wet again on each upstroke. His thighs trembled and I couldn't hold back a chuckle.
Gabrielle made little yelps as she slid herself along his length. Throwing a messy-haired glance over her shoulder she caught me licking him. She swore, and; with expert fluidity; spun on his cock even while she was deeply impaled. The sensation drew a deep "Hmm;” from usually quiet Bill (I made a note to try twisting my mouth on his cock sometime!) and left her spread to me as well.
What fun! An all-you-can-eat buffet of clitoris and slippery shaft and joggling balls. While Bill rammed, I licked Gabrielle's clit under her hooded scrutiny. While she bounced, I licked him. Who would come first? Maybe even me. Our primal dirtiness had my hips humping the marble, and wringing my feet together in the air over my bum.
I wanted Bill to come. I wanted him to splash all over her cunt so I could lick her to orgasm cleaning her. I sucked his balls and he groaned. I groaned. Gabrielle groaned.
Well something was bound to happen; I wasn't sure what, but was looking forward to it. I sucked her clit, and wriggled a cheeky finger under his balls, dabbing his anus. Bill juddered to a halt.
Yes.
But in a smooth kind of flurry he tipped Gabrielle forward to leave her on all fours in front of him and between my knees. He gripped her hips and shoved, "Oui; Oui; Oui" from her. She rocked back at him, her ass slapping on his hips. But Bill wasn't watching her. His stoic expression was fixed to my naked splay.
I'd spread my legs tendon-poppingly wide for him, leant back and played two fingers into my yearning hole, trying to make his fuck rhythm mine. Bill's eyes devoured me. Followed by Gabrielle's mouth as she dipped her head between my thighs and dipped my whole cunt into wet warmth. She replaced my fingers with hers.
Her face and fingers nudged between my legs from Bill's powerful pummeling. Bill and I locked eyes. Something billowed inside me. He was fucking me through her. My body dissolved, the world dissolved. Bill and I merged. His cock used Gabrielle to stuff joy into me, then more joy and more. Gabrielle was our sexy condom, her muffled squeal of orgasm a hundred miles away.
I wedged her head between my thighs, forcing her cries into me. Bill fucked harder. I turned inside out and inside out and inside out again, pedaling into an enormous flower. Blossoming.
A minute or an hour later, Gabrielle's face appeared against the blue sky over me. Her cheeks looked slapped. "Are you dead?"
I must've blacked out. Wow. I kissed her. Bill appeared, standing over us, his meat shellacked and; still rigid?
"You haven't come?" My voice was croaky, like I'd been screaming.
"I'm fine, Madam."
I sprang to my knees and, blinking big eyes up at him like a harlot, kissed his flushed bulb. I licked my lips. Gabrielle was at my side in a chuckle. She tucked into his length like a dog with a bone.
Together, we ran tongues up and down him, laughing at his strangled noises, kissing with his cockhead between us. He slid between our mouths, muttering "Good lord" as he fucked our kiss. But I couldn't resist any longer, and dropped my head over his end. Gabrielle dipped under to suck his balls and he lightly cupped our heads as if to stop us bolting.
I wanked him into me, then into Gabrielle, even though she struggled to fit him in her small mouth. I think she sensed he was close, nodding quickly, hungrily even, as if to claim his well-deserved release as a prize for herself. And she was a pro, she slooped her tongue under his end with every dip of her head and rubbed him with me, speeding my hand up. I watched his face. He'd clamped his mouth shut and was glossy with concentration. He winked at me and it was clear she could suck him forever and he'd save himself for me. So when she (finally!) unsuckered from him I dropped on him like a starving cat on a fresh kill. Gabrielle licked him up and down, then jostled for another go at his end.
She squeezed his balls, and I rubbed him, we both slurped and sucked. He became scaffold. His cock might burst like a balloon before he came. I'd never seen him so hard.
We tried to synchronize sweeping our tongues up and down him, or flip-flapping them under his head, but kept collapsing into uncoordinated feeding frenzies. Four hands rubbed him into waiting mouths, taking our turn as he plunged into one and then the other, like a luscious game of Russian roulette.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, he reared onto tiptoe. Muscles popped from thighs to abs to chest. Even his jaw rippled.
"Ladies," he warned.
I gobbled his end into me. Gabrielle rubbed briskly, scowling.
But damn my clit, buzzing vicariously at his swelling climax. I pressed my thighs tight, tensed them, but the constriction only made it worse. "Oh oui." Gabrielle, as ever, seemed to sense my horn. I trembled, moaned on Bill's cock. Not languorous, "Yummy" type moans like Gabrielle as she attacked his testicles. A full-on "Fuck I'm cumming" moan.
Bill knew it too. He flexed rigid. I wanked and sucked. Gabrielle licked and sucked.
He roared so loud birds took the sky.
A thick, hot jet flooded my mouth and my world blew apart. It was all my jerking body could do to lick and keep my mouth open as his every frantic pump lit me up. I giggled in my head rush, profoundly messy, and slid my super-lubed tongue around Bill's spurting head. Arcs of cum spattered Gabrielle's tits as I slipped my dirty mouth up and down him, drawing more out and guzzling before Gabrielle could get to it.
But she was preoccupied, running fingertips around her cummy nipples, gazing at my depraved behavior, then frantically rubbing her clit with his semen. She trembled uncontrollably. I laughed uncontrollably, more in abandon than anything, and nestled Bill's pulsing rod gently on my tongue. Gabrielle frowned at us as I sucked him with soft lips and he spasmed sporadically. Her fingers slopped obscenely at her cunt, then clamped her legs over her busy hand, her eyes rolling to whites.
"Fuck, you are a sexy couple." She flopped onto her back, bringing her messy fingers to her mouth, licking them.
I released Bill, and kissed the last of my man's cum from her lips. Just out of principle.
We must have dozed, because the next thing I knew I was lying, limbs tangled with Gabrielle, the sound of a chopping axe punctuating her snores.
Where Bill had been was a bucket of ice containing two glasses and an open bottle of champagne.
I sat up and there he was, hard at work hacking out another stump at the edge of the lawns. He wasn't wearing a top and his brown muscles bunched and shone in the afternoon sun. He never did that, no matter how much I begged him to. Why now? For Gabrielle?
"Oh oui." Gabrielle was awake. My heart lurched. Now we were sated, there was no horniness in my jealousy. Just jealousy. "Champagne!" she added and I relaxed.
She poured two glasses and we sipped. The tart sherbet of the drink was delightfully, illicitly brined by Bill's taste, which still haunted my mouth. My ears heated as I realized what I was thinking.
Gabrielle swilled her mouth and rolled her eyes, then swallowed showily. "Ah! Jizz and fizz!" She belched. "We have sunk into debauchery!"
We sipped and watched Bill work. I didn't like her eyes on him. I didn't like his taste in her. I wanted her to go now.
"What a man you have, sweetie." She lay back, sliding one shin up the other. "I think I will stay for a while."
Diary, my house has 10 bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms, some with their own kitchens and libraries, and yet Gabrielle wants none of them. I told her she could have an entire wing to herself if she liked, but no, she insisted on sleeping in my bed, with me.
She's behind me now, spread eagled across the entire mattress while I sit at my desk telling you about today's delights. They were every bit the festival of oral sex that I'd hoped for, yet I am left with a sourness. I hadn't anticipated she would want more than a tongue can offer or enjoy.
She wants to fuck. And of course she would. I do, after all. And there's nothing to stop her fucking as much as she likes with whoever she likes, so of course she's going to try and tempt Bill. I'm surprised about him, though. It seems his need for more than oral is stronger than I thought. As strong as Gabrielle's and mine. And what's holding Bill back from doing what he clearly wants? Me, my fucked-up father, and my precious status.
It's clear Gabrielle has taken to Bill. Why wouldn't she, he's irresistible? But now I don't know if I can trust him not to return her affections because she's every bit as desirable. I don't know if he can trust himself.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. And how I'm going to get rid of her.
After a night of kicking Gabrielle back to her side of the bed and of her insufferable snoring, I awoke late. Or rather lay in a deep doze, my back to her, enjoying Bill's whistling and hammering in the garden: happily building the world for me anew every morning. He sounded especially happy today. He sounded like a man who'd had the blowjob of his life yesterday and who might well have another today.
My bedroom door creaked open and I realized Gabrielle wasn't with me. She entered the bedroom dressed in my antique kimono and rattling an espresso cup in its saucer as she tottered to the bed.
"Bonjour, sweet sleepy head! I bring you strong coffee!"
I rubbed my eyes. "Your hair's wet. You showered already?" Her cheeks were flushed as well. What was she so excited about?
"Oui!" She plonked the coffee cup on my bedside table. "I bring you breakfast in bed too."
I blinked blearily; she wasn't carrying anything else. She hopped onto the bed, grinning and unfastening the kimono. She threw it away with a flourish, standing naked over me.
Maybe having her stay wasn't so bad after all.
She dropped to one knee, poising her pussy lips over my mouth. She smelled of my Aveda body wash and something animal. She was already drooly. I pressed a kiss to her labia to find them shockingly, exquisitely, flushed and tender. "Fuck," she blurted. It seemed she'd worked herself up already.
"Someone's been busy down here," I said.
"Um-hmm." She steadied herself on the bedhead.
I licked along her groove and gathered up her arousal to sloop over her clit but she overflowed my tongue and dribbled down my cheek. She tasted deeply, illicitly familiar. A single lick jolted her hips. Lord she was juicy today. And on a hair trigger. I figured I was either the Mozart of cunnilingus or this woman was really into me. Both pleasant options.
Father insisted I take his one-of-a-kind monstrous Chippendale mirror which I had Bill fix above my bed. I only say because our reflection from above was most diverting as I tried to hold off the hyped-up inevitability of Gabrielle's orgasm. I tossed off my sheet so I could see my own nudity reflected above us too, my feet pressed and knees spread as I fingered myself to see if we might come together. But Gabrielle was miles ahead. I only had to flick my tongue on her clit and she was needily grinding on me for more, cunt clenching. I kissed her thighs and waited for her to calm.
God, she was yukkily, lusciously dribbly, though, and tasted so good. Not like champagne good or parfait good. Sex good. Good according to the animal in me, not the duchess. I couldn't resist, and took Gabrielle's sloppy vulva all into me to drink my fill and she cried out and shook madly on my mouth.
I paddled my tongue through her squirming and jerking, slowing and getting gentler and gentler until I was just bathing her flushed cunt in hot breath.
She beamed down at me between her legs. "Nice breakfast?"
I licked my lips. "Yummy." I wriggled under her. "You hungry too?"
Still trembling from her orgasm, she slid her body along mine, downward.
"Oui." She said to my hips. "Very."
She hid my fizzing folds with her messy, post-shower hair. I felt my outer slips slide open. Something dry, warm and squishy dabbed at my clit. A wet probe unzipped my inner lips. I groaned.
Gabrielle hummed, and looked up at me, juices stringing to her bottom lip. "You're very wet from licking me."
"Of course." I danced my hips. "Don't stop."
She stroked arousal from my hole and teased my clit with her fingertips, but kept her gaze fixed on me.
"What?" I pulled my legs apart and back, grasping them behind the knee. "Eat me."
"You still have your breakfast on your face. It is very sexy."
I looked up at the mirror. True enough, my cheek sported a long drip of; white?
Gabrielle's eyes were slits. "Did you like it, his taste and mine, together?"
I snapped my legs shut. Recoiled. I wiped my face with my wrist. "You fucked Bill? This morning?"
Gabrielle shrugged. "Of course. For you. This is wrong? I brought you his cum. You said his cum was always yours. I; I thought you'd like it."
My lips curled. "What? It's not about his; stuff, it's about Bill."
"You didn't like it?"
I shut my eyes. Buried my spinning head in my knees. Bill and Gabrielle fucked. On their own. Without me. Oh God and his happy whistling outside; that was after he'd fucked her. A hot blade slipped into my gut and sliced, eviscerating me. But I wanted more details. More pain. I wanted my insides spread on the bed. "Where did you fuck him?"
"In the kitchen. I was making coffee, and he came from the garden smelling of earth. He stood by me when I poured him a cup and his trousers, they moved. I squeezed them and he was very hard. So I pressed my face to his lump and he didn't stop me so I; "
"Stop; no. Go on."
"Well, I took out his cock and kissed it. He pushed his hips to me, so I sucked him. Then he made a noise like a bear and picked me up and put me on the kitchen table and spread my knees and ate me."
"You came?"
"Non! He was too desperate. Too quick. Passionate maybe, like a lover's kiss but to my secretest lips, non? So, all too quick, he stood up and stuck his cock in me. He fucked me hard, magnificently, but then came too quick as well."
It stung my core, my very cunt, that she overwhelmed him. He had never come too quickly for me. I brushed a hot tear from my cheek.
Gabrielle pressed her palms to my knees, her tits pushed against my shins. "Darling, it was for you, remember? I fucked him for you. I didn't come. I saved his semen inside me. His pleasure, and came straight to you."
"How passionate was he?" I spread my legs, pushed up my hips. "Show me."
She dragged me by my ankles to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor and ate me like her life depended on it, then shoved two fingers deep into me. "Like this." She withdrew them, then plunged. "And this. And this. And this. Then he came."
My panting hitched as I swallowed a sob. "Again."
Diary I came hard on Gabrielle's fingers and mouth, and with a roar I didn't know I had in me. I left her knelt, doe eyed and puzzled at the foot of my bed and locked myself in my bathroom. When I came out, a 45 minute shower later, Gabrielle had gone.
I found her in the kitchen, cooking. Around her, every drawer, cupboard, fridge and pantry had exploded their contents all over the kitchen table, joining the humping ghosts of her and Bill.
"Darling, I am making a picnic for us. Some salmon, some baguettes, some salads and summer punch." She turned from the stove and wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss me tenderly on the lips. "You will have all my attention for lunch, oui? Our picnic blanket will be a no;” kiss. "Cock;” kiss. "Zone." She nudged her hips at my thigh, her mound clearly definable under her light, summer dress. My light, summer dress, in fact.
"I'm sexed out, Gabrielle. Can we just sit in the sun and drink?"
"Oui! And we will not even talk sex. Our cock free zone will include even whispering about cock. Our mouths will be cock free!" She laughed so loud, the windows rattled.
We ate in a blissful, sunny silence under the shade of the lawn's sculptural Japanese maple. It was impossible to stay angry with Gabrielle. She might be fucked-up but she only ever meant well. Once we'd eaten, she topped my glass up with her lethal fruit punch. "You know darling, I was thinking. About what you and Bill need." She grinned like she was about to offer me a precious gift. "A dildo!"
"Umm hmm." Glug.
"Oui, I have an artist friend, she makes them. If you give her a cast of your lover's cock, she makes this fabulous dildo for you. You can even it fill it with warm water! Like blood? I have one."
"I'll bear it in mind."
"You know what I did? I got my lover's cock cast and I use it on my cunny when my husband only wants to fuck my ass." She drifted into a reverie, twirling the glass stem between thumb and finger. Her eyes saddened.
I kissed her cheek. "Thank you."
She sighed. "Pourquoi?"
"For coming to see me at short notice, and for; you know."
"For fucking your man?"
"No." I sniggered. "Though maybe, yes. I do believe you were trying to help us."
Gabrielle shrugged. "Mais oui, but it is easy to help sexy friends with sex, non?"
Bill appeared as if awaiting his cue. He fiddled with the tree, then; when we ignored him; flushed and strode off across the lawn to fiddle with something else.
Gabrielle's gaze snuck after him, then noticed me watching her. She flushed. "You really are a lucky bitch."
"If I was lucky, he'd be a prince and I'd be married to him." I swilled from my crystal cup. "If anything I'm unlucky. Having my ideal man dangled in front of me, but always out of reach."
"Boo-hoo. Poor little princess."
I glared at her.
She shrugged, squinted at Bill shoveling a flower bed, and sipped.
I think she'd meant her put down light-heartedly, and has said much worse before, but her comment darkened the air between us today. Literally, in fact. Thick clouds swooped on the sun and before we could pack up the elaborate picnic, thunder clapped and a bolt of lightning unzipped the heavens.
We sprinted the two hundred meters from the tree to the nearest part of the house, the conservatory, finding some hilarity at least in getting drenched on the way.
I shut us in the ornate glass house, all echo and fractured reflections, curly ironwork and phallic palms. We dripped onto the upturned faces of terrazzo gods. I recalled dripping on Bill's grin, one afternoon when he was lying under the windowsill while I argued with Father outside. The thought pricked my chest and sex; my new melancholy arousal.
"Merde, merde, merde." Gabrielle plucked at her sodden dress. "My life has turned into a porno. I have to get out of this. You have some towels?"
I squelched off to the laundry but all the fresh towels had gone. I rummaged out the cleanest from the ready-to-wash pile instead.
I returned to voices. One French and high. One English and deep.
"Don't do that, Miss Gabrielle."
"But you're drying me only makes me wetter."
"That's a poor joke."
I crouched behind a fat-trunked pineapple palm, my knuckles white on the lip of the planter. Bill must've been watching us earlier, and had the towels ready, because he was stood over Gabrielle's semi-naked form, rubbing her tits and back dry while she peeled off her panties. Gabrielle's dress was plopped soggily on the floor beside them. I'd chosen not to wear underwear, despite our agreement for a sex-free lunch. Not sure why, I think I'd just forgotten to put them on. Jesus, Bill was right, why do I even own knickers? And now, the person I shared such cheeky observations with was enjoying crude banter with my best friend.
He crossed his arms over the towel, bulging his arms too tight for his shirt.
Gabrielle squeezed one of his biceps as if I'd drawn attention to them. "So hard." She spun round and slinked bare ass at his front. "All over. And see my hair, it is wet like this morning? It is dark like Bash's again, non? This is why you are hard?" She put on a bored, posh English voice. "Dry me, William."
That's what I sound like?
As if in a spell, he buffed her ass with the fluffy towel.
"Good gardener." Gabrielle peered over her shoulder lasciviously and gyrated her hips, still impersonating me. "You like my massive arse?"
Bitch!
"Don't look at me, Madam." He dropped to his knees.
She tipped up her bottom and planted her feet apart. He licked her cleft while he unlooped his braces, unbuttoned his flies and dropped his trousers. His cock jutted out stiff as bone. Gabrielle bent over and spread her cheeks. He buried his face between and licked her from bottom to clit.
A drip landed on my bare toes. A warm drip. Looking down revealed my juices stringing from slot to feet. A unique sensation with a tear spilling down my cheek. I collected my tear, added it to my juices and stirred it at my clit.
Bill stood and yanked his wet shirt off, finally naked but for his trousers and boots at his ankles. His cock was so hard it curved like a sprung bow. He nudged it under Gabrielle's bottom cheeks. "Oui! I mean yes. Yes, William."
"Quiet, Madam."
I slid my fingers knuckle-deep inside myself, wobbled, and gripped the palm tree for support. The leaves shook, but I don't think anyone noticed.
Bill grabbed Gabrielle's bare hips and slid her onto him. She arched. Her jaw dropped. "F-fuck."
He didn't tell her to be quiet this time. She noticed that too, muttering louder in her horrible impersonation of me. "Fuck me, William."
Bill pushed, pulling her onto him too. "Yes, Madam."
Amidst an explicit squelching and slapping of skin, Bill fucked my friend while I finger-fucked myself. He swung her against the same palm tree I hid behind. She braced herself on the trunk and planted her feet wide, up on tip-toes. He rammed harder. I worked myself harder, adding my own brisk slurping to their indecent echoes.
Bill's eyes were screwed shut. "Oh Madam," he muttered. "Madam."
Gabrielle droned, "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Yes." But her eyes weren't closed. She'd leant around the trunk and she stared straight at me. Triumphantly.
God, but they looked so fucking good fucking: Bill huge and powerful, ramming Gabrielle's small and perfectly proportioned body. With her darker hair, when she dropped her head, she did look a little like me. It wasn't impossible to imagine that we'd look like this.