6 comments/ 103060 views/ 11 favorites A Cabin By The Lake Ch. 01 By: desertkat "I'll see you this afternoon. If I get there first I'll start a fire and chill the wine." She tucked a last pair of nylons into a vacant corner of her suitcase. "Sounds great. Her name is Maura. She's a tall red head like you asked." He closed the appointment book on his desk and stashed it in his briefcase. He listened to her breathing and waited for her reply. None came. "We can still call this off and just have the weekend to ourselves if you'd rather." "You've met her then?" She tried to keep the jealousy out of her voice, but a little jabbed out around the edge of the question. "No, I've only seen a picture of her, e-mailed her, and spoken to her on the phone." Pulling open a drawer he dropped a letter into a folder. "That was the way you wanted it to be, both of us meeting her for the first time together?" "Yes. She knows that I..." She swallowed against a dry throat. "... that I don't... that I've never, you know, with a woman before." "Yes, Pet, I made that clear to her." He smiled at her shyness in this matter. It was so against her character, usually she was willing, ready and able to do or try it all. That was one of the things that had kept them together for the last 22 years. That and he could talk to her about anything. They had been friends / lovers for over 2 decades. He chuckled, he'd been more faithful to her than he had his wife. "You're laughing at me." She teasingly chided. "How rude." "No, Kit, I wasn't laughing at you, I find the paradox of you amusing. I still find it hard to accept that you are so... so reluctant to try this." He waited for her to say something. Again the only sound from her end of the phone was breathing. Finally he said, "Ok, I can tell you're still not sure of this so why don't I just call her and say something came up and we're going to have to do it another time." Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute. She had never been with another woman before, in fact the idea was somewhat repulsive to her. But it would be rude to cancel at the last minute, the woman had probably made arrangements, adjusted her life, her schedule to join them. She was probably looking forward to a weekend away, a weekend of adult company and activities. "No don't do that, she has probably gone to some trouble to find the time off." She hesitated, still uncomfortable with the idea of being naked, touching, having sex with another woman. Even though they had talked about it, fantasized about it together endlessly. Even though he had sparked her curiosity about how it felt to be with a woman. Even though it would be with Bill there as a buffer she still felt awkward about it. "Just promise me you'll be there when she arrives." Bill let out the breath he had been holding "I promise." He assured her. "The only thing that would keep me is God and traffic." He snapped the briefcase closed. "I'm getting ready to leave right now. So I'll see you soon." "Ok, I'm looking forward to seeing you. I can hardly wait to have your hands on my breasts, feel your fingers pinching my nipples, smell..." "Ok, ok, ok, don't do that." He cut her off. "You know it makes me hard and I need to be able to walk out of this office without every one staring at my crotch." He laughed. "I'll see you soon, bye." It was then the third thing that could keep him from being on time called. His secretary stuck her head in his office door. "Your wife is on line 2." Kit smiled as she hung up the phone, two whole days away with Bill. They tried to get together at least once a year for a weekend and were together when time would permit during the year for a few minutes here and there. They each had lives, and families, and jobs. But for whatever reason they had remained friends from the beginning. He was her male voice of reason, she was his guide into the female mind. It was an unusual relationship, one of friendship and trust and of course great sex; just sex, sex for sex sake, sex with no pressure, no requirements, no expectations, no demands, just pure pleasure, uninhibited pleasure. She could ask anything, as could he, and she could say no to anything, as could he, and it would be accepted without question. That was the cement of it. As she carried her bags down to the car she tried to imagine the other woman. Bill had said a tall redhead. How tall? Six foot? Seven? No, had to be ten. She giggled at her imaginings. How yummy a ten foot redhead for them both to play with. She did hope that her pubs were still there, it would be interesting to see a red haired pussy. Her mind screeched to a halt. But could she touch it, pet it, dip her fingers in it? She continued to worry and play out endless scenarios in her mind during her drive to the cabin. Several years ago she and Bill had formed a corporation, Latesco Amiculus, they had purchased a small one room cabin set deep in the hill side at the far edge of the lake. Since then they had purchased other properties and the corporation had actually grown into a nice extra income for them both. The corporation also served to give them reason to travel together occasionally on business. Latesco Amiculus, she smiled at the name, it was their private joke, it was latin for "secret dear friend". So far no one had ever figured that out. As she left the city behind, business thoughts and daily worries faded with the vestiges of civilization and fantasies of the coming weekend manifested along with the trees and forest that grew up along the road. She envisioned a warm fire, saw three chilled glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table, three figures curled up together on pillows by the fire, the bed a rumpled mess in the back ground. But try as she might she couldn't see herself involved with the redhead. It was easy to see Bill with her, to see him stroke her shoulder and lean forward to flick his tongue on her erect nipple, a curl of red hair slipping softly off her shoulder. Bill brushing it aside and looking at her motioning her to come closer, cupping the woman breast in his hand and pushing it up to her, offering it to her. "Taste this." He would say. And she would bend toward to the pert pink tip watching it stiffen in the chill left as his saliva dried on its sensitive skin. She would ... she would stick her ... she would open her .... She would what? She would do her best to make this a great time, that's what she would do. She would grab hold of her self-consciousness and work past it and give this an honest try. Then if after a fair chance she still didn't like it... well they just wouldn't do it again. Bill was willing to try it with another man, she should at least return the effort. Her mind had wandered down many paths and without realizing it she had arrived at the cabin. It was a small place, just a single room with an attached bathroom they had added a year after buying the place. A porch jutted across the front with wide steps leading out to the parking area. Piled about 20 feet from the front door was a large stack of cut logs and leaning against the pile was a cart used to bring the wood inside. The dark blue of the lake was just visible through the trees beside the cabin. She stepped from car and took her first deep breath of pine scented air, a clean smell, a fresh smell that cleared the head and sent the trials of regular life running for the shadows. Reality was not here, it stopped somewhere at the beginning of the driveway. Here was a quiet place, a happy place, an indulgent place, here fantasy was real and desks and phones and contracts were daydreams. Kit had planned on arriving about 2 hours before anyone else. She wanted to do the little feminine things that would welcome the other woman, make it comfortable for her. Things Bill, a man, would never think to do. So for the next hour she fluffed the bed, freshened the sheets, vacuumed the dust from the furniture, brought in wood, set out candles and lit them so their scent would chase the stuffiness away, filled the fridge, and put together a snack tray. She stood by the fire warming her hands and her butt and surveyed the room. It was tidy, and welcoming, she stepped forward and adjusted a pillow on the sofa and wrinkled the faux fur throw so it looked more casual. There, perfect. Now she needed freshening. Sitting on the edge of the big wooden coffee table she tugged off her boots and socks and stuck her feet toward the fire wiggling her toes. Once her feet were warm she pulled on her footies and went to freshen her hair and face. First impressions were important and she didn't want to look dowdy to the other woman. She wanted to look sexy, appealing, charming, and leaning over the sink she studied her face in the mirror and softly whispered to herself "and younger." Just as she spit toothpaste in the sink she heard the crunch of tires in the driveway. Wonderful, Bill was here in time for them to share a little intimacy and a glass of wine and plan out a few things before the other woman arrived. What was her name? Marla, Mona... no Maura, that was it, Maura. It was Maura fun with three. That was how she would remember her name. She glanced out the window as she rushed past on her way to open the door and stopped short. It wasn't Bills car in the drive, it was a little yellow jeep. A woman sat in the drivers seat and looked around. The afternoon sun setting fire to her hair as she turned her head to the back of the jeep and leaned over the seat. She straightened lifting her purse over the seat back. Taking off her sunglasses she stashed them in her purse and stepped from the jeep. Kit watched as the redhead stretched, then stood and looked around. Kit smiled as the woman did exactly what she did every time she arrived here, she closed her eyes leaned her head back and took a deep cleansing breath of crisp clean fall air. She was indeed tall, at least 3 inches taller than Kit. Her body appeared to be in good shape, although most of it was obscured by a bulky jacket. It wasn't winter but it was fall and the air was chilled even at mid day. Maura glanced at the other car and wondered if it would be Bill that was here or the other woman, Kit, or if they had come together. Either way it was time to meet face to face and start the weekend. She smiled at the thought of initiating another women into the arts of female love. She stretched once more and ran her fingers through her hair to fluff it. Maura leaned into the Jeep and plucked a bag from the passenger side floor boards. She had baked brownies and cookies for snacks and as a house gift, friendship offering for Kit. Somehow that always helped to ease the first contact, open the door, relax the atmosphere. Maura bumped the door shut with her hip and walked to the cabin. As Kit watched the redhead take things from the car, she panicked. Bill promised to be here. She felt her heart start to race, felt the blood rush to her face. Where the hell was he?! She didn't want to do this alone. The band of panic tightened around her chest and made it hard to breath. Dear God what if the woman didn't like her, better yet what if she didn't like the other woman? Stop it Kit she chided herself, you don't even know this woman. And Bill has talked to her, he thinks she's nice... so...Bill was a good judge of character. And... Take a deep breath, you're not facing a firing squad here, just a woman. Yeah a woman Bill picked, he found her attractive. Jabbed with a sharp point of self doubt her mind fell down the craggy path that lead to the cliff of jealousy. No, no no! You will not do this. Bill chose her for you, based on your requirements, your curiosity, what you said would be appealing to you. So stop whining and go make a friend. Kit heard footsteps on the steps at the front door. A quick check in the mirror beside the door and she opened it just as Maura stepped on the doormat to wipe her feet. Maura turned toward Kit. "Hi" they both said together and laughed. Maura smiled directly into Kits green eyes. "Wow, you're as lovely as Bill said you were." She broke eye contact and looked out at the driveway and the surrounding landscape. "It's peaceful here, a perfect hideaway." She said turning back to Kit. "Thank you," Kit smiled in return. "For both compliments." She stepped back into the cabin making way for Maura to enter. Maura said "I hope I'm not to early," as she stepped in the cabin and stopped on the throw rug just inside the door and waited for Kit to invite her the rest of the way in. "I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get here, and I hate to be late." She had learned in the past it was better for the core female to allow her into her domain than to assume she was welcome. It was always best to let her establish the order of things, to let her know she was going to remain the hub of the relationship, let her know there would be no competition for the male. Awkward seconds ticked past as Kit studied Maura. She was very pretty, dark red hair, not the coppery carrot red, more an Auburn. Her face was well sculpted, with clean eyebrows, soft blue eyes, full lips and delicate nose. What would it be like to kiss those. Kit snapped her attention back to Maura's eyes "I'm sorry," She said. "I'm new to this and I just don't know what's expected." She stepped forward and reached for the bag Maura held. " Here, let me take your things." "Thank you." Maura said handing the bag to Kit. "I expect nothing, just to make a couple of new friends and enjoy the weekend." She noticed Kit had set the bag on the bed in the far corner of the large room. "Actually, my things are still in the Jeep. I baked us girls some brownies and cookies for snacking on later." "How thoughtful of you. I love brownies and I didn't think to bring anything sweet." Kit took the bag from the bed and set it on the kitchen counter. "Let's go get your stuff and get you settled before it gets dark and any colder." Maura popped the back of the jeep open with the remote as they left the cabin. She reached into the back and took out a small suitcase, set it on the ground and pulled up the handle. "Would you get the toy box?" she pointed to an old green hard sided samsonite train case. "You... you brought toys?" Kit hesitated reaching for the suitcase. "Yes. We don't have to use them, if you don't want to. But I brought them just in case. Men only have a limited time use." She smiled and watched Kit. It took Kit a second to process what Maura had said, she glanced at her and then started laughing. She liked this woman. Kit took the train case from the back of the jeep and closed the hatch. As they walked back to the cabin Kit wondered what sort of toys were in the box. And was she bold enough to find out. Kit stopped just inside the door and toed off her boots. "You can just put you jacket on one of the hooks by the door and we generally just wear socks or slippers inside. I've an extra pair if you didn't bring any." She crossed to the bed and set the train case on the storage seat at the foot. She studied it a minute, her curiosity building. Trailing a finger along the edge of the case she turned to find Maura watching her. She blushed and turned back toward the kitchen. "Would you like to see what is in it?" hanging her coat on a peg she leaned against the wall and tugged off her boots. Kit stood at the kitchen island and peered into the sack of goodies she'd placed there earlier and didn't answer the question. "It's ok to be curious." Maura said sliding onto a bar stool on the other side of the island. Kit looked up and with a nervous smile said "maybe a little later." She emptied the contents of the bag on the counter. "Would you like something to drink. We have just about anything you would want. Herbal teas and other hot drinks are in this cabinet." She turned around in the galley sized kitchen and open a cupboard at the end. Stacked neatly inside was a good variety of flavored teas and coffee's. "If you'd like coffee I did bring some creamers and there is sugar in the canister on the counter. We also have a fair stocked bar it's here under the island counter and I have a couple bottle of wine chilling in the fridge." "That sound nice, why don't we take a glass of wine over by that wonderful fire and just visit for awhile until Bill gets here. Get to know each other a little." Maura went to her suitcase she had left standing by the door and laid it on its back and started to unzip it. "You can put that on the chest at the foot of the bed if you'd like." Kit fished a wine opener from a drawer and started to uncork a bottle of white wine. Maura moved her suit case and took out a fuzzy pair of footies. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table she took off her socks and stuck her feet out toward the fire and wiggled her toes. From the kitchen area Kit laughed. "I do exactly the same thing. It feels so good to have my toes free and the fire is warm." Once her feet were warm Maura put on the footies and turned to curl up in a corner of the big puffy chenille covered sofa. It was a dramatic piece, over sized with large curving arms and big wooden feet. Deep cushions filled with down made is comfortable and snuggly, perfect for a cabin in the woods. She could imagine Bill and Kit curled up together on it dozing by the fire. As Kit got the glasses and finished opening the wine Maura looked around the room. Flanking the sofa at the ends were two end tables made from small pealed logs each held a lamp of suitable height for reading. A big area rug covered most of the stone floor in the area. Two big overstuffed chairs sat facing each other at the ends of the coffee table, creating a sort of square. Separating the space into an open living room. The fireplace was rock and big enough you could almost stand up in it. A stone cubby built into the wall beside it held wood and an old wooden crate by that was full of kindling. Fireplace tools hug on big iron hooks imbedded in the stone just above it. The mantle was half a log set into the stone. It held nick-nacks and things that looked like they had been collects over the years by Bill and Kit. Perhaps old Christmas gifts they had given each other that could only be kept here. At the far side of the great room was a large four poster bed covered in puffy comforters and strewn with mountains of pillows. Above the bed between the posts was a large oval mirror set low enough to reflect the light of the fire place and to allow who ever was on the bed a clear view of the activities taking place on it. Across from the bed and against the front door wall was a huge heavy wooden dresser and attached to the top of it was a log framed mirror covering the entire length of the wall. Maura smiled, so Kit wasn't as conventional as she seemed. She was just shy and new. The more she studied the room the more little hidden items became apparent. A well padded square foot stool just the right height for kneeling over, a cheval mirror on wheeled feet. The place was a marvelous mixture of comfort and rustic lodge and was just down right sexy. Kit came around the big chair on the kitchen side with a tray containing an ice bucket with the opened bottle of wine chilling in it and two glasses. With practiced movements she set the tray on the edge of the table so as to be within easy reach but not blocking the view of the fire. "Did you decorate?" Maura asked taking the glass Kit offered and holding it while Kit filled it with wine. "It was a combined effort. Bill bought the bed, he likes the posts. I bought the sofa and chairs. We bought the mirrors after we had stayed in a hotel that had mirrored closet doors." Kit glanced up at Maura and blushed. "We discovered we like to watch each other." I found the dresser in a second hand store, it was the perfect length and it keeps us from having to pack suitcases every time we get a chance to come here." A Cabin By The Lake Ch. 01 "It's a great place, comfortable and sexy." Maura sipped the wine. "Thank you. Tell me a little about you." Kit snuggled into the opposite end of the sofa. They chatted for awhile getting comfortable with each other. Maura had an ease of conversation that Kit found enjoyable. Kit found herself watching Maura's mouth as she talked, she also had a habit of touching her tongue to the edge of the glass before she took a sip. Kit found herself wondering more than once what it would feel like to have that mouth suck on her nipples, the tongue flicking the tips. She wondered how it would be to do the same to Maura. Glancing down at the red heads breasts she saw that her nipples were hard and pushing against the tight knitting of her sweater. She felt herself begin to warm, felt a moistening in her crotch. She looked up and found that Maura was watching her and she blushed. Quickly she set her glass on the table and stood. "Well, I don't know about you but I'm dying for a taste of those brownies you brought. Would you like a piece?" Maura set her glass on the table and stretched her legs out on the couch. "A small one, please." She had seen the look Kit had given her erect nipples, watched as her own had hardened at what ever thoughts she'd had. Kit had nice big suckable nipples judging by the size through her sweater. Maura's mouth watered at the prospect of tasting them. Kit came back with a couple small pieces of brownie on paper plates and a couple of paper napkins. Maura sat up moving to the center of the couch, closer to Kit. Kit sat down on the edge of the sofa and set the plate of brownies on her knees handing the other one to Maura. Maura took a bite of brownie and sat hers on the coffee table. Kit broke off a corner and stuck it in her mouth. "Oh, these are delicious." She said chewing. She broke off another piece "These are just too good to be box mix." "They are my grandmother's recipe." Maura said watching Kit's mouth as it closed around the brownie. She was itching to peel off Kit's sweater and play with her nipples. But she would go slowly, newbies were like new born colts, you had to get them used to being touched before you could ride them. Maura waited until Kit swallowed the last of her brownie before she leaned forward and with a gentle finger wiped a smudge of chocolate frosting from the corner of Kit's mouth. "You've a smudge just there." Maura said softly. Kit watched hypnotized as Maura slowly brought her finger to her own mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to it. Kit's mouth parted slightly as she watched Maura suck the finger into her mouth. "mmmmm, you're right," Maura purred "they are good." Maura reached out and brushed her hand slowly down Kit's leg, "Crumbs." She said and looked up at Kit holding her gaze as she leisurely stroked her thigh again. Kit sat transfixed as the warmth of Maura's hand flooded her senses with strange yet familiar sensations. It was comforting and sensual, calming and exciting, welcoming and undemanding yet she felt the push for more in the strokes. "Bill was right when he said you have a sensual mouth, and eyes deep enough to drown in." Maura gingerly touched Kit's cheek, then coiled a curl of hair around her finger. "I like blond hair, I always wished mine had been that color." Maura looked at Kit to see what effect her touching was having. Kit sat perfectly still, frozen, her mouth slightly parted, her breasts rising and falling a little more rapidly than before. Her pulse beat hard and quick in the veins at the side of her neck. Her eyes were wide and startled, nostrils flared with excitement. As Maura watched Kit moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes kept darting to Maura's mouth watching them as they formed the calming words of seduction. Since Kit offered no resistance Maura took the next step and took the glass of wine from Kit's hand ran her tongue along the edge taking a sip and set it on the coffee table, still holding Kit's hand in her free one. Kit couldn't move, her heart hammered hard in her chest. She was surprised the glasses on the table weren't rattling. She knew what was coming and couldn't move to avoid it, didn't want to avoid it. She relaxed her hand as Maura took the wine glass from her, little tingles racing up her arm from her hand that Maura still held. The insistent warmth of her light grip mingled with the scent of the fire, and tang of the underlying scent of wine blending intoxicatingly with Maura's perfume enveloped Kit in a haze of desire. She watched as Maura licked the edge of the glass and knew she would soon feel that against her own tongue, on her lips, her nipples and she felt the flood of excited moisture between her legs. Still holding Kit's hand Maura traced the knitted pattern up the sleeve of her sweater with her other hand. At her shoulder she brushed her hair aside and rubbed her thumb against the delicate earlobe. The tight hold Kit had on her nerves finally collapsed and she trembled in apprehension, in anticipation, the flare of desire. Slipping her fingers under the edge of Kit's turtleneck Maura felt the rapid pulse beat as she followed the collar around to the back of Kit's neck. Kit's eyes dropped closed in surrender as the other women found and stroked her release button. She felt her ardent breath against her cheek as Maura leaned closer. "I've wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you standing in the doorway." Maura whispered against her ear and placed a little soft kiss on Kit's earlobe. Kit sucked in a sharp breath and held it. Making a path toward Kit's mouth Maura placed little kisses like stepping stones along her cheek. She felt Kit tense when she drew in a deep breath and she hesitated waiting for Kit to stop her progress. If she did, that would be ok, it would come later when Bill was with them. Maura placed the hand she'd been holding on her hip and felt a slight encouraging tug from Kit. Maura place a small kiss at the side of Kit's mouth, and felt the breath she had been holding let out slowly, felt her relax a little under her hands. Emboldened Maura touched her tongue to the edge of Kit's lip and then softly pressed her mouth to Kit's. The first kiss was always Maura's favorite with a new woman. It was exciting to stand at the edge of a new place, a tingle of uncertainty scintillated along all her nerve ending as she waited for Kit to respond with either acceptance or rejection. The first few moments would set the stage for the rest of the weekend, could open the door for future encounters. Maura wanted that, she liked Kit, found her attractive, sexy, stimulating. Kit was still hesitant to engage in this without Bill, but the electric shocks from Maura's touch, the magnetism of the other woman's excitement drew her in and Bill slipped to the side. The kisses along her jaw made her mouth water with anticipation, quickened her pulse, fuzzed her mind and excited her with the need for discovery. She wanted to taste this woman's mouth, cross the line into the taboo. Maura's lips were soft as silk against her cheek. At the questing wet touch of Maura tongue on her lips she shivered and tightened her hold on the other woman's hip, encouraging her closer. With Maura's closed lips pressed against hers she opened completely to the feel of being with another woman. She became aware of the pillowy texture of Maura's breast brushing against her arm, against her own breasts. She opened her lips a crack and let her tongue sneak out and probe at Maura's lips. A soft moan escaped Maura as she opened her mouth and tasted Kit's kiss fully for the first time. Their tongues mingled and explored and tasted sucking them both into the heat of new passions, new emotions, new flavors and smells. It was different than kissing a man, but the intensity of excitement was there, was just as powerful, as demanding, but mingled in was a sense of giving, of asking, of taking. It was a round and round, what one gave the other took and gave back, and asked for more and offered equally. There was a balance, an equality, a softness, a melting together instead of a consuming. Maura pulled the bottom of Kit's sweater up and pushed her hand under it and caressed the bare skin of Kit's stomach. Moving to her side and feeling her ribs expand and contract with her rapid breathing. She followed the edge of the bra to the back and unclipped the hooks. As she cupped Kit's breast and passed her thumb over the erect nipple Kit moaned. Maura lightly pinched the nipple until it was tight with excitement. She had been right in her assumption, Kit did have nice large nipples. Her tongue wanted to toy with the tips, feel them against her tongue, suck them until she arched her back and begged for more. "I want to nibble these." Maura said against Kit's mouth and rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Let me take off you sweater so I can taste you." Maura sat up and Kit opened her eyes and met the steamy gaze of Maura's passion darkened russet eyes. "Ok," sighed Kit and raised her arms allowing Maura to pull the sweater and bra off over her head and drop them over the back of the couch. Maura sat back and looked at Kit's breasts delighting in the large dark nipples and firm fullness of them. She reached out and ran a finger delicately along the soft curve of the underside and up and over the swell at the top then gently raked the point of her fingernail around the areola and over the nipple. Smiling she watched the skin as it wrinkled and puckered in response. Holding a breast in the palm of her hand Maura raised it toward her mouth as she leaned in to suck the delectable nip. Kit stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Surprised Maura looked up "No?" Her eyebrows raised in question. "Now you." Boldly Kit rubbed the tips of her fingers across the other woman's nipple and was rewarded by them hardening and pushing out against her sweater. "It's only fair." "You're right" Maura replied and her sweater joined Kit's behind the sofa. Her nipples stiffened at the coolness of the air. They were more pink than Kits and smaller, almost delicate. Her breasts were fuller, firmer, heavier. Not knowing what to do, Kit sat still. The sight of Maura's breasts, nipples erect, was arousing. Sensing the others uncertainty she took Kits hand and placed it on her breast. Then she placed her own hand on Kits and began to caress it, kneed it. Kit remained still lost in the sensations. Maura leaned forward and kissed Kit. "Just do what I do until you're comfortable. And then do to me what feels good to you." Kit liked the warm weight of the flesh she held in her hand and gently flexed her fingers, imitating the movements of the other woman. This produced an interesting sensation, it was like she was touching her own breast, but couldn't feel it with her own hand yet her breast felt the movements and texture of a hand and fingers and fingernails. It gave her an odd sense of disconnection. She felt Maura's breath on her skin a moment before her nipple was sucked into the hot wet hungry mouth. "Oohh." She cried in surprise and arched her back forward. Her head dropped back against the arm of the sofa as gently sucking lips surrounded her taught nipple sending shocks of heat to her pussy. Maura's swaying breasts brushed against her stomach adding to the confusion of textures and sweeping away the last of Kit's inhibitions. She buried her fingers in the velvety auburn hair that tickled her stomach and side and pulled the mouth harder against her breast. Maura increased the suction and squeezed harder on the other breast. She dipped her shoulders lower sweeping her own nipples back and forth across Kit's stomach reveling in the feel of the smooth skin against her own excited peaks. Maura twilled her tongue around the tips her own desire mounting "You have wonderful nipples." She whispered lapping at a rigid bud. She released it from her mouth and lightly blew cool air against the wet flesh and it grew even harder. Kit moaned and reached for the stiff nubs that tickled her stomach. Grasping the firm buttons she pinched them rolling them between her thumb and fingers. Maura Groaned and did the same to Kit, sliding her mouth from the tasty bits to make little bites and sucks and licks down Kit's stomach to the edge of her jeans. "You taste so good." She panted and began to work the button on the jeans. They were now fully centered on each other, the outside world had vanished. Neither woman heard the crunch of tires in the driveway as Bill pulled up. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, more wood was piled by the door for later. And there were two cars already there. He dropped his head forward and took a deep breath. He was in trouble. He had promised Kit he would be here to help her though this first meeting, to ease her nerves, smooth the way, lead the way to the encounter with another woman. He sincerely hoped he could salvage the weekend. Cooling her temper was sometimes more than the Los Angeles fire department could accomplish. He hoped Maura hadn't sustained too many injuries and that they didn't require stitches. Sighing he leaned over the seat and retrieved a bag of goodies he had picked up on his way here. He walked to the cabin. The fading outside light made it easy to see in through the window beside the door. He saw movement and went to the window to look in. "Well fuck me." He exclaimed in surprise under his breath at the sight of the two women half naked and locked in a passionate embrace. He watched as the two women fondled each others breasts and the red head slowly worked her way down Kit's stomach. This was too good to interrupt. Maybe he would live to see the dawn after all. Still in shock he set the bag on a deck chair and buttoned up his jacket. The air was chilled and getting colder as the sun sank lower. Muffled moans reached his ears and stirred his cock. He'd give about a thousand dollars for cam-corder right now. As he watched, the redhead sat up. Her dark flame red hair fell forward obscuring her face, but her breasts were very visible. Her nipples were hard and pink and looked like candy that needed sucking. She had the smooth pale skin most redheads have but almost devoid of freckles, there were a few visible across her shoulders. When she sat up he could clearly see Kit. She was relaxed against the arm of the sofa, her breasts swollen, the nipples erect and dark red from the attentions of the redhead. Her eyes were half closed, lips parted, her expression the same as when he had her wound up to a fever pitch. Maura popped open the button on Kit's jeans and jerked down the zipper. She slipped her thumb just under the edge of lace that covered the well trimmed pubic hair of Kit. "Nice panties. I love lace." She said and leaned down to trace her tongue along the path her thumb had just made. Kit moaned and raised her hips to meet Maura's mouth. Her hands on either side of Kit's stomach she rubbed the palms over the curve of her waist slipping her hands under the back of the jeans she felt the bow of Kit's butt. It was smooth and cool to the touch. She tugged the jeans down leaving the lacy panties in place. God they were sexy, Black silk lace, pale pink embroidery, with little red roses scattered across the front. Each rose had a sequin in the center that caught the fire light and looked like sparks. Maura suddenly turned toward the door to pull off Kit's jeans from the feet and from the corner of her eye she saw Bill step hurriedly back into the evening shadows. So Kit isn't the only one that likes to watch. She thought. Let him, serves him right for being late. She'd give him a show he'd remember for awhile. The seduction of his mistress, a virgin to the ways of female love, and she'd do it without him, do it for him. At the window Bill undid the button on his pants and reached in to grip his cock and begin the slow stroking, a participation by proxy. The red head again dipped forward as Maura licked a path along the edge of the lace and then sucked in a mouth full of flesh on Kit's stomach. As she did that she delicately ran her middle finger up the sodden crotch, pausing to press her finger in a little at the silk covered opening to Kit's body. Kit groaned loudly, and thrust her hips up into the waiting mouth. Maura's soft lips closed around the damp cloth and sucked hard savoring the flavor of wet pussy strained through silk. It was delicious and rich and sweet. Kit moaned again and struggled to sit up. "Now you," She panted and raised Maura's head until she looked her in the eye. "No, baby girl." Maura said pushing a finger under the edge of lace and finding the hard ridge of Kit's clit. "You're first time should always be just about you." She rubbed the stiffed knob in a slow circular motion. "You just lay back and let me make you cum." She reached up and grasped one of Kit's breast and squeezed and pushed her back against the couch. Twirling the nipple and fingering her clit at the same time. Kit collapsed and let the heat envelope her, let the feeling pull her into their swirling vortex of fevered lightening. Maura sank her finger in Kit's pussy and curled the tip stroking the inside until she found the spongy ridged g spot. Kit jerked in response to the touch. "Oh God," she cried and reached up to play with her own breast, pulling hard on the nipples. Maura stroked the spot a few more times until Kit was almost dripping juice. Then dipping two fingers in she coated them with the fluid and reached up to smear it on the Kit's nipple. Bill licked his lips, he could almost smell the scent of hot pussy, as Maura's tongue snaked out to lick the pussy juice from Kit's nipple he ran his own tongue around his lips and quickened his stroking. The tightening in his stomach was delicious, but he wouldn't come here, he would wait and finish it inside with the girls. As Maura sucked the pussy coated tit into her mouth she pushed aside the crotch of the panties and thrust two fingers deep into Kit. Kit gripped the edge of the sofa cushion and the back until her fingers were white. Bill could hear the continuous rhythmic moans that indicated Kit was on the edge of climax. He watched as Maura thrust her fingers in and out, in and out with increasing speed. Maura lifted her head from Kit's breast and watch her. She liked to watch her partners face as they came, liked to see the pleasure in their expressions. "That's it baby, cum for me." She coaxed and grabbed the back of Kit's head and pulled her into a hard kiss, forcing her tongue into Kit's mouth feeling her moans against her lips, sucking her tongue into her mouth. She felt the first contraction of Kit's orgasm tighten around her fingers and she released Kit's mouth. Sharp cries of pleasure erupted from her as the spasms of orgasm pulsed through her. Maura once more curled her finger to the ridged spot inside Kit and pressed hard and released and pressed hard in sync with each contraction, intensifying it, reflecting it, doubling it. Kit's body jerked with each spasm. Bill almost came just as Kit did, but he pinched the head and stopped his own orgasm just in time. He'd never made Kit cum that hard. He'd have to have Maura teach him that. He continued to watch until the last shudders of Kit's orgasm ended. She lay panting, eyes closed and gradually her grip on the sofa loosened and she began to relax. "Wow." She whispered, "That was incredible." Maura scooted up and nibbled at the corner of Kit's mouth. "Glad you liked it." She claimed Kit's mouth again for a deep kiss. Her excited nipples brushing against Kits. Her own drive to climax being released from its tight control she slipped a hand into her jeans and rubbed her clit. Kit instinctively reached for Maura's breasts and kneaded them, twisting the nipples the exact way she liked her own touched. Maura moaned and sucked one of Kit's into her hungry mouth nipping the tip with her teeth. Bucking her hips against her own fingers she rode the rest of the way to her own climax. Flinging her head back she moaned loud and pulled Kit's head to her breast "Suck hard." She commanded in a breathy whisper. A Cabin By The Lake Ch. 01 Kit pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could lightly clamping it between her teeth as she did. Maura shuddered as her climax rippled through her, tugging against the nipple tightly gripped between Kit's teeth, intensifying the sensation exploding it in layers of orgasm. Just as the final shudders dribbled to an end they heard Bill stamp his feet outside the door. They sat up gave each other a quick kiss and a satisfied smile and leaned back against opposite ends of the sofa. Bill waited until Maura had finished her climax before making his presence known by stomping the dirt off on the welcome mat outside the door. He deliberately fumbled with the door knob so its rattle would be heard by the two women allowing them time to adjust themselves before he entered. When he entered they were relaxed on the sofa each against an arm. Kit was only in her panties, the crotch darkly wet. Maura still had on her jeans but the fly was open. The heavy scent of female sex hung in air and mingled seductively with wine and fire and brownies. As he stepped through the door he stood still a moment taking in the glorious site of the two lovely women their skin warmed by the fires glow. He smiled "Well I see you two have met." Both women laughed. "That's an understatement." Said Kit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter, walked around the big chair on Kit's end of the sofa and cupping one of her breasts he bent and kissed her slowly savoring the taste of her mouth. "I'm so sorry I'm late, but June called at the last minute with a silly errand and I had to do it." Lowering his head he sucked in her nipple flicking the tip with his tongue. Kit arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair. It was so nice to feel the familiar sensations of his touch. Finally he raised he head and looked her in the eyes "When I said that only God and traffic could make me late, I had forgotten the truly supreme power in my life." They both laughed. Maura sat quietly at her end of the couch and watched. She was glad she had accepted their invitation. She had been hesitant at first, it was after all a very remote place and she was a lone female. One never knew what could happen. But she wanted to be part of these two, of their comfort, of their friendship, of their security. Bill finally turned to Maura and said "I apologize to you too, I had really intended to be here." He glanced back at Kit and she gave a slight nod. He moved to Maura's end of the couch his back now to Kit. His eyes took in the fullness of Maura's breasts the feminine pink nipples with their tempting delicate softness. He watched as Maura closed her eyes and leaned back against the arm of the sofa arching her back slightly pushing her chest forward for him. He reached out and took her breast in his hand cradling it in the palm. And taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger he pinched it and was rewarded with quick intake of breath. He watched as she parted her lips and wet them with her tongue, but he would not kiss her yet, he would wait until Kit was beside him, included in the kiss. Lowering his head he bit her nipple, her sharp "Oh" encouraged him to continue. Filling his other hand with her other breast he began to firmly knead it, working the flesh, occasionally tweaking the nipple. It didn't take him long to have Maura writhing and panting and tugging on him wanting more. Abruptly he released her breast from his mouth and his hand and stood. Maura opened her eyes and looked up at him "Don't stop." she panted. He smiled down at her, oh this was going to be a great weekend, he thought. Two gorgeous sets of tits, two wildly wet women, yeah, by Monday when he returned to the office he would be so relaxed he'd be close to butter. "I need a glass of wine and few moments to relax after the drive here. We have all weekend." Bill walked around Kit's end of the sofa and as he did Kit extended a hand. He lightly brushed it with his as he walked past, sort of a discreet hi-five. Kit's studied Maura for moment "I told you he gave the best boob massage in the world. Sometimes he can make me cum just doing that." A Cabin By The Lake Ch. 02 Chapter 2-Bill joins in Bill returned to the sofa with an empty glass and filled it from the bottle on the coffee table before settling himself between the two women. He took a sip, tilted his head back against the sofa, closed his eyes and let the worries of every day life drain away. Another sip and he relaxed slouching down in the seat, drawing in the quiet, listening to the soft breathing of the two women who sat quietly on either side of him. Another sip and visions of him dripping wine on a nipple and sucking it off flitted across his inner eyelids. A tingle danced along the shaft of his cock at the thought. A warm hand rested on his left thigh, a familiar touch, he knew it without opening his eyes. Kit was lightly working her fingers in small circles inching her way up his inner thigh as she did. The sensations further calmed him and excited him. Another sip and he felt the warmth of it settle in his stomach and leisurely spread out along his arms and legs. Another hand rested on his chest, a light scent of rose told him it had to be Maura, Kit always smelled of wild wood violets. Cautious fingers opened the first button on his shirt while the warm firm touch on his leg progressed to his crotch and cupped his balls. Firm massaging started the stiffening of his cock, he felt it grow tight against the restraints of his underwear and pants, it was a delicious anticipatory sensation. More buttons were undone and he felt the sharp edge of long fingernails when Maura reached inside and finished thumbing open the rest of the button down to his waist. Her smooth hand explored his chest, she combed her nails through the light scattering of hair. The hand on his balls slipped up and caressed his hardened cock, pressing it against his stomach teasing it with the promise of release from its restraint. Both administrations mingled together filling his senses, blotting out all else, banking the coals of desire, a wonderful place to float, a pool of pure lust. The hand on his chest left and he felt a shift of weight on the sofa from both sides. Cracking open his eyes he watched as both women slid from the edge of the couch onto the floor. Kit took his left foot and Maura his right, together they undid the laces to his shoes and tugged them off. Kit started massaging his foot, Maura soon followed with the right. He groaned at the feeling, took another drink of wine and laid his head back savoring having two sets of hands working on his tired body. They followed up his legs to the backs of his calves and pulled his socks off. Each woman continued rubbing and kneading his legs up to his crotch. One undid his belt and one the zipper, he'd lost tract of who's hands were who's. With a rustle of cloth, weight returned to Maura's side of the sofa, he felt fabric drag along his cock as she tugged his shirt tail from his pants. She undid the last of the buttons and pressing the palms of her hands against his chest she pushed the sides of his shirt open. Her hands tracing up his ribs to his shoulders she shoved his shirt off. Thinking she was going to take it all the way off he handed her his glass of wine. She took it but didn't set it on the table. He opened his eyes and stared into hot sapphire eyes as a slow mischievous smile spread across her face. She reached into the ice bucket and put several cubes in the glass. Insistent fingers at the waist of his pants tugged them down from his waist. He raised his butt off the sofa so Kit could take them all the way down. Maura grabbed the waist band of his shorts, tugged them back up and turned to Kit. "Can we leave these a bit? They look really sexy." Kit released her hold on the shorts and continued pulling off his pants "Sure if you like. I've always found them hot too." Kit pulled his pants off each leg and tossed them on the chair at the end of the couch. She put her hands back on his legs, one on each knee and with deliberate slowness slid them up each leg. "Just relax." Maura said and with the tips of her fingers pushed his head back against the couch. He did as he was told, settled his head back, relaxed his hands at his sides and closed his eye once more to better indulge in the touches and caresses of the two women. As Kits hand reached his hips, her thumbs found his balls and with firm easy circles she tantalized them. Just as her thumbs started up each side of his hard cock he felt a shockingly cold drop of liquid on his right nipple. His eyes popped open and Maura grinned at him as she leaned forward and tweaked it between her thumbnail and fingernail. A little shock jolted from his nipple to his cock and he felt it twitch in response. Kit chuckled and gripped his cock tighter. "Do that again." Maura obeyed and dripped another cold drop on his nipple and rubbed it in using the pad of her thumb. Again his cock twitched and Kit began to stroke it through his silk underwear. Bill was hypnotized by the currents racing through his body, the contrasts of cold on his nipple to the heat of Kit's firm hand on his cock, the sharp tweak of his nipple to the slow stroke of a soft hand on his cock. A short "Oh" burst from him when another cold drop of wine hit his nipple and trickled down his side. He felt it pucker as Maura blew a light breath of air on it intensifying the chill. Suddenly she sucked it into her warm mouth, the instant change of cold to heat surprised him. Kit quickened her strokes and with her other hand began to roll his balls between her fingers. Maura touched Kits shoulder and when she looked up motioned her up to the other side. Kit let go of his cock and knelt on the other side Bills chest. Bill thrust his cock up seeking the touch, the stoking that had left him simmering with need. He raised his head to look. Maura pushed him back down. "No, no watching, just feel." He closed his eyes and settled back. Maura dripped cold wine on his other nipple, he flinched at the cold. Kit pinched it between her fingers and flicked the tip with a fingernail. The sensation was immediately transferred to his cock. He felt his balls begin to squirm. Another drop and Kit blew on is as Maura had and giggled as it puckered in the cold. Maura dropped another this time Kit leaned forward and sucked his nipple into her hot mouth. The taste was sweet and the feel of Bills hard nipple against her tongue was exciting. Bill felt his pulse increase, the temperature of his blood raise. He raised his hand and felt for Kit's breast and squeezed it. She moaned in response. Kit released his nipple and raised her head, Maura let another droplet fall onto his nipple and as Kit sucked it into her hot mouth, Maura let an icy cold droplet fall on the other one. Bill moaned at the conflicting feeling of hot and cold, at the short circuit of sensations between his nipples, with no where else to ground they hardened his cock. He wiggled his hips trying to gain some strokes against the soft fabric of his bikini briefs. Maura watched him squirm a moment and then raked a long fingernail down the length of his shaft. "These are wonderfully sexy." She purred and leisurely traced the silhouette of his cock. He moaned in response. "They feel so nice against the palm of my hand." Kit stopped sucking on his nipple and sat up to watch. She found Maura looking at her instead of at Bill or at his cock. It drew her in, touched her, excited her, almost as if it were her cock Maura was stroking. It was confusing, hypnotic, the soft sound of Maura's voice mixed with the rhythmic movements of her hand, a blending, a bonding. Bill, of course, was unaware of this change in his status from that of the center of attention down to toy for the two women. "I love the way the silk slides over your shaft." Maura continued her quiet monolog. A dark spot of moisture darkened the cloth at the tip of his cock. Maura reached for Kits hand and placed it on Bills balls. Together the two stroked his cock and rubbed his nuts. Bill moaned and with both hands reached for tits. One hand found Kits but his other bumped the stem of the wine glass and splashed cold wine on his stomach. He jumped and sucked in a sharp shocked breath. "Now you've done it." Maura scolded. "Kits gonna have to lick that up." She reached for Kits head and lightly pushed it down toward Bills stomach. Kit resisted a moment then stuck out her tongue and lapped at the wine. She traced its path leaving a wet trail, pasting the hair to his chest with the moisture. The soft wetness of Kits tongue as it traced the chilled rivulet over his chest was exciting. It sent visions of her tonguing his cock chasing pictures of her sucking him into her mouth through his mind. His senses were locked on the point where her tongue connected with his flesh, a visual of her journey played in his mind eye. The taste of wine on his skin was intoxicating, why hadn't she thought to do this before? She liked the little quivers of muscle under her tongue, the elevated rhythm of his breathing, the muffled sound of his thudding heart just inches from her ear, the radiant heat of his skin next to her cheek. The wine had puddle in his bellybutton. She sucked it out with a slurping sound of one sipping a hot cup of tea. He twitched and chuckled, the light vibrations of the slurping delightfully tickled his stomach. Wine had soaked into the waist band of his shorts and she traced the edge with her tongue sending ripples of desire along the shaft of his cock that settled in his balls tightening them, thrilling them. "More" He groaned and rubbed his throbbing rod against her chin. Maura pushed Kit back. Lifted the elastic band of his briefs and let them snap back into place. He jumped at the light sting. "These will have to come off now, you made them all sticky." His eyes still closed he listened as Maura added more ice to the glass, he heard the gurgle as she poured a little more wine over it. He felt his pulse jump in anticipation of the unknown uses she would put it to. He was liking this, being administered to by two women, the startling surprises of sensations. Being a toy, he was willing to be a plaything, absorbing the ideas and storing them for later. It would be fun to turn the tables, return the favors. "Kit, please take those wet briefs off him." Maura low voice commanded as she climbed back on the sofa. Kneeling she leaned over him and brushed the tips of her nipples against his arm. He reached across his chest and palmed the warm globe of flesh squeezing it gently, rubbing his thumb over the nipple until it stood hard and pointed. "Mmmmm, that is so nice." She murmured her mouth barely an inch from his ear. She shifted until her nipple was even with his mouth. Kit had started pulling down his briefs but stopped when he didn't raise his butt from the sofa. She patted his ass "Lift up." He obeyed. The head of his cock caught under the band bending the stiff stem down. Kit slid the briefs further down and at the sudden release from the confines of the waist band his dick popped up and slapped against his stomach sending a jarring vibration down through his balls all the way to his ass causing it to jump several times. Kit snickered pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and tossed them on the chair with his pants. Sitting back on her heels she watched Maura tease him with her nipples. "Open you eyes," Maura said softly, the breath of her words caressed his ear and sent a shiver down his back. He opened his eyes and looked at the taught pink nipple inches from his mouth. Temptingly close like candy in a glass case at the store. He watched as she dipped her finger in the wine and rubbed it on the tip. It puckered at the cold of the contact, grew fuller, harder. His mouth watered with want to taste it, to suck it into his mouth, feel the texture of it against his tongue. She wet her finger again and this time let a drop fall from her finger onto her nipple. It formed a drop at the tip and stayed there suspended, waiting. "Stick out your tongue and catch it before it makes a mess. But don't touch my nipple. Just taste the wine as it falls, taste the blend of the flavors, wine and flesh, fruit and skin." The quiet command, the deliberate rhythm of her softly spoken words mesmerized him, compelled him, drew him into churning waters of need, and yet placed a restraint on his desire, built a damn behind which it would build. Sticking out his tongue he waited for the droplet to fall. Maura again dipped her finger in the glass and let another drop fall. It slipped down over the tip of her nipple where it pushed the first one off. Bill savored the taste, an exciting blend, the visual of the drop gracefully slipping down Maura's breast, the contrast of color from the dark of the wine to the pale tender pink of her nipple, the captivating allure of the suspended drop, the reward of awaited taste. Dear God, if we could produce wine this way and bottle it, put that vision on the label, we'd be millionaires in a week, Bill thought as he waited for another taste of perfection. Maura watched as the drop fell from the end of her nipple onto Bills waiting tongue, warmth followed the cold drop from her nipple to her pussy, she felt the juices of excitement wet her panties, felt the heat form in her, the tingles of want race through her. She let several more droplets fall from her breast onto his tongue, each a separate thrill. The feel of his hot breath against the chilled tip made the need to have him suck it clean a goad to her passion, spurring it higher, each drop elevated it, until she couldn't resist any more. She dipped her finger in the glass one more time and this time rubbed it around the nipple coating it and the areole with a thin film of wine. "Clean it off, be sure you get it all." She whispered breathlessly. His tongue touched the tip, his lips closed around the nipple and he sucked it into his warm mouth, scrubbed it with his tongue, savoring the succulent flavor. He cupped her breast in his hand pushing more into his mouth. Her back arched in response. He was rewarded a quiet sigh of satisfaction. Maura skimmed her hand over her stomach and under the band of her panties. Her probing fingers found her clit and she rubbed the tip. Then inserted her finger in her pussy wetting her finger. She slicked her clit and as she teased it her hips humped her fingers in synchronous rhythm to Bill's tongue on her nipple. The first quivers of orgasm shivered through her and she moaned "ooohhh yesss, suck harder." Bill squeezed her breast in his hand dimpling the flesh around his fingers as he sucked more into his mouth. He clamped his teeth lightly around the base of the nipple to hold it steady against her bucking and flicked the tip with his tongue. Maura's stroking grew more rapid, her breath was now in short pants, and with the suddenness of a bolt of lightening her orgasm slashed through her. She jerked against the clamped nipple, the quick sharp pleasure of pain spawned another ripple. She moaned with each ragged breath, her eyes closed, head tilted back until the sensations subsided and she slumped down on the sofa pulling her breast from Bills mouth. Bill watched the flush recede form her cheeks, the pulse on the side of her neck slow and when she at last opened her eyes he held her bright sapphire gaze and quietly commanded "Wet your finger in that sweet climax juice and smear it on Kit's nipple, I want to taste it." A Cabin By The Lake Ch. 03 His gaze shifted to Kit still kneeling on the floor and waved his fingers at her, beckoning her onto the sofa beside him. Kit stood and sat on the edge of the couch. "On your knees here, beside me." He said and patted the cushion. She turned and on her knees stood up on the seat. Her hip resting against the back of the couch, now it was Kit's nipples that were level with his mouth. Bill slipped his arm around her waist and grabbed a hand full of her butt and squeezed it. She gently and slowly shifted a knee between his legs, nudging his balls up so they rested against her leg. Pressing her knee against the base of his cock she flexed her leg muscles prodding and rubbing against its base. He moaned and rocked forward humping her leg a moment. With his free hand he stroked up her stomach until he was cupping her breast in his hand. Pinching the nipple between his fingers and thumb he rolled it until it was pert and hard. Kit moaned and arched her back pushing her breast harder into his hand. He let go of her nipple but still held her breast in his hand. Pushing up he looked at Maura "Put it here." Maura dipped two fingers in her wet hole. Bill watched as she brought the two fingers glistening with her cum to Kits nipple and rubbed it around the hardened tip. They both watched as it puckered in the chill of moisture. Maura felt her mouth water at the sight. She wanted to taste herself on the succulent peak, feel the hardness of it against her tongue. She watched as Bill squeezed Kit's breast his fingers dimpling the flesh and he pulled the turgid tip to his mouth and licked it then blew a soft stream of air against it, hardening it even further. "mmmmm yummy," he whispered and licked it again. Still gripping it tight he held it out again to Maura. "More." Maura filled her fingers with her own pussy juice once again and spread it on Kit's nipple, this time tweaking it between her thumb and fingers. Kit moaned again, feeling the flood of fluid between her own thighs, as Bill shoved her breast in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Kit braced herself against the back of the sofa with one hand and gripped Bills shoulder with the other. He squeezed her ass feeling the soft flesh fold around his fingers. God how he loved to knead her ass, feel the muscles flex under his hand. He held her tight against his chest knowing she'd jerk when he bit down on her nipple with practiced pressure. She groaned loud and stiffened. He released her ass and smacked it hard, the crack of the slap caused Maura to jump. Kit wiggled her butt, "Oh yeah, again." She whispered and arched her back pushing her ass out. Bill swatted her again and released her tit when she jumped this time. Her nipple was red, swollen and full and Maura wanted to taste it. Bills spit glittered appealingly on it in the fire light. Bill roughly grabbed Kit's other breast and pulled it forward. "Kit, I want you to put some of Maura's sweet pussy juice on this one." He watched her face and saw her hesitate, saw the slight frown wrinkle her brow and disappear. "Do it." He commanded and twisted her nipple. She yelped and gave him a hot look. "Do it for me." He said quietly against her ear. Maura shifted, spreading her legs giving Kit easy access to her dripping hole. Tentatively Kit reached toward Maura, it would be the first time she fingered a pussy other than her own. She touched Maura's stomach first and inched her way down to the lacy edge of Maura's panties. Maura stuck her thumbs under the band of them and pulled them down as far as they would go, then slipped them first over one knee then the other. She thrust her hips forward and reached behind her and pulled them off tossing them on the floor. Kit stopped, transfixed by the neatly trimmed patch of dark red hair. It was amazing, the way the light caught it; it flickered like the dying embers of a fire. Maura studied Kit's face. When Kit looked up she gave her a slow smile of satisfaction. Instantly Kit mirrored the smile and timidly brushed against the thatch with her fingertips. She was unaware of Bill toying with her nipple as he watched her reaction to the flame red of Maura's cunt. It did look tasty, and he would enjoy sucking the flavor out of it a little later. Kit slipped her middle finger between the outer lips and found Maura's clit. It was firm and warm against her finger. She probed a little deeper finding the moisture and the edges of her labia. Maura moaned and gripped Kit's wrist forcing her finger into the opening. Simultaneously the two gasped, Maura at the feel of the penetrating finger and Kit at the slick heat and the tightening of the muscle around her digit. It was similar to her own feel but different, the sensation was one sided. Usually she felt it from within and on her finger. It was pleasantly different. Still gripping Kit's wrist Maura rocked forward and pulled her hand tighter against her pussy pushing Kit's finger deeper. Rocking back she withdrew the finger, "use two," She said in a breathy whisper. Kit responded and Maura rocked forward this time driving two of Kit's fingers deep in her. She stroked them a couple of time smearing them completely with fluid. Then jerking them out she pushed Kit's hand toward the nipple Bill was playing with. He pinched it hard and held her breast tight; his tongue licking his lips as he watched Kit rub the slim over the tip and areola, the smell of female cum filled his nose and went straight to his cock. He felt it harden, felt the heart beats in it clear to his asshole. His mouth watered and he leaned forward and sucked her fingers, nipple and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. He sucked and scrubbed the slippery nectar off her nipple and fingers. He felt her wiggle her fingers against his tongue and her own nipple, multiplying the sensations against her breast. Pulling her fingers from his mouth she reached behind her and braced herself against his knee thrusting her breasts further out making them easier for him to suck. He glanced at Maura, her mouth was open and she slowly ran her tongue around her lips. He could tell she was hungry for a taste. He toyed with Kit's other nipple as he sucked on one. Making it protrude further, swell and pucker. It looked luscious, begging to be nibbled. He released Kit's tit with a slurp. "You can suck that one if you want." He said to Maura. Maura reached for Kit's pussy for fluid to flavor her nipple with. He grabbed her wrist. "No, your own." He pushed her hand toward her own pussy. She wrinkled her nose at him. He reached between her legs and shoved his finger into her up to his knuckle. She started, eyes widened a second, then smiled and settled down on his hand and bounced up and down a couple of times. He pushed her up and pulled his hand out, it was wet to the back of his hand. He should've used two fingers. He would next time. He rubbed the wetness on Kit's nipple nearest his mouth and pinched and tweaked it. Kit was stock still, back arched, head back, eyes closed. Her breathing was heavy and deep. Her sharp intake of breath was instant when he sucked her slathered nipple into his mouth. He savored the taste of pussy on tit, a perfect combination. He jiggled Kit's other breast at Maura and thumbed the nipple until it was hard. Maura slipped a hand between her thighs, rubbed her clit and dipped two fingers into her own moisture. She leaned forward and wiped it on Kit's nipple, scrubbing her finger nail over the tip. Kit shivered in response. Maura did as Bill had done at first, she licked it, it tasted like pussy, but with a subtle flavor difference, the flavor of herself. The areola wrinkled and tightened making the nipple protrude further. She wet her fingers again, rubbed more fluid on the nipple and this time sucked it hard into her mouth. She was rewarded with a long low moan from Kit. Bill reached between Maura's thighs again shoved two fingers into her wet cunt. He pumped them in and out a couple of times and then withdrew them. She groaned in protest. He stopped sucking on Kit's tit "you're a greedy one aren't you?" "ummmmhummmm" Maura answered still tonguing Kit's nipple. Kit felt the vibration of the sound against her nipple and felt it travel to her throbbing clit. It would be perfect if Bill would stick his fingers up her, she quivered at the thought. She'd probably come in a flood if he did. "Oh yea," she whispered and moved her hips in a small humping motion. "Well you've had an orgasm, its Kit's turn." Bill said studying the way the light reflected off the wet he was buttering the hard tip with. He flicked the taut peak with his tongue, pushed it up and drew it into his mouth, released it, drew it in again and raked his teeth over it as it slid out. Kit was in heaven, both nipples being sucked and nibbled sending waves of pleasure rippling down her stomach to her pussy. She could feel her clit swell and harden. Oh God she wanted to rub it to orgasm but she couldn't let go of the sofa back or the shoulder she was hanging onto without falling off the sofa. Bill's hand supported her back and kept her breasts within easy reach of the two hungry mouths that feasted on her. She felt a small hand on her ass, rubbing and then fingers tracing the crack of her butt until they reached the back edge of her wet opening. One finger made slow circles there, teasing, promising penetration and then withdrawing. She thrust her ass back seeking the finger, searching for something to stroke her to orgasm. Again the questing finger wet itself in the seepage from her cunt this time tracing a wet path up to her ass. Maura's finger teased her ass lubing it a little. The finger returned to her hole dipping in just enough to collect the lubricant and returning to her ass. Her heart beat hard in her ears blotting out the sounds of her own moans, the suckling mouths on her nipples pulling her closer to the peak. Bill stroked his hand down her back and felt Maura's hand where he had intended to put his. He lifted his head from Kit's breast and looked at Maura. She looked up at him and smiled around a mouthful of breast. To get even Bill reached between her legs and rammed two of his fingers up her hole and pumped them hard twice. She jumped and bit down on Kit's nipple. Kit flinched and the tip of Maura finger pushed into her ass. Bill smeared the load of goo on Kit's nipple and returned to nibbling and sucking it. He reached between Kit's legs and felt the heat on the palm of his hand before he even touched her. She was definitely about to cum. Probably going wild with the need to finish. He touched her lips with the tips of his fingers, and felt the palm of Maura's hand against the back of his. Kit squatted down a little trying to get his fingers to slip in her quivering pussy. Maura's finger pushed further into her ass and a sharp burning sensation clenched the muscles around the inserted finger. Just as she started to reach back and pull the finger out of her ass, Bill thrust two of his up her pussy. She jumped and stiffened. The sensation was overpowering. She was lost in the whirl of sound, and smell, of pain that became pleasure that became need. Kit was rocking her hips in rhythm to Bills thrusting fingers, her ears filled with the sounds of her own moans and the sucking slurps of the two at her breasts. Bill's other hand pressed firmly in the center of her back steadied her and her gripe on the sofa tightened. Her orgasm coiled tightly in her belly, the warm fluid rushed to the walls of her pussy slicking it and wetting Bill hand. He could feel it begin to drip down the back of his hand and wrist. Kit's bucking increased and her loud cries filled him will a need to come. He felt his cock throbbing and bobbing against her leg, the dew weeping from the tip dripping onto her thigh. The coil in her snapped and sprung open, the recoil of her orgasm jerked through her and pulled her nipple from Maura's mouth. Bill had known what would happen and had clamped her other one tightly between his teeth, rubbing the tip with his tongue, increasing the shocks of her orgasm. He felt the muscles in her spasm with the first wave and rammed his fingers in hard and deep with the second spasm just a Maura buried her finger in her ass causing echoes to renew the contraction. It was a double orgasm, one playing off the other, following like two tidal waves rushing across the ocean and crashing one after the other against the shore. Bill and Maura continued to plunge into her until the seizure began to lessen, and thought drifted back to her. The finger in her ass began to burn and she was barely able to whisper "out of my ass, please." Maura slowly, gently pulled her finger out and reached down for a pair of underwear that lay on the floor to clean it on. She watched as Bill sucked on Kit's breast, she liked to watch the muscles in his jaw work. He shoved his fingers hard up the wet pussy and wiggled them inside. Kit gasped and shuddered as another lesser orgasm gripped her. Bill smiled at the new flood of hot juice that washed over his buried fingers. Slowly he felt the tight grip Kit's pussy had on his hand relax, the tension in her back loosened, her head dropped forward and her breath was ragged and sharp. He pulled his sloppy wet fingers from her warm hole. His entire hand was soaked with her cum. Kit sagged down on the sofa and slowly opened her eyes looking each of them in the eye in turn. She brushed the hair from her face and smiled. "Oh! My! God! That was the hardest orgasm I've ever had. I thought I'd explode before it ended." Both women then looked at Bill's dripping hand, and watched as he gripped his cock with it, slathering it with the slippery sauce; smearing his shaved balls with it, cleaning his fingers on them, and on his stomach and thighs. He looked at each of them, smiled, closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa. "Looks like you two have a mess to lick up. And I want it clean, not a drop left on it."