In the back room where the camera was set up for portraits, Liz led Teri to a sofa.
She slipped out of her panties and sat down, feeling the cool leather on her bare bottom. Teri knelt in front of her, eyes bright, pupils dilated. Then she awkwardly shoved at Liz’s skirt like a child unwrapping a pressie, and Liz opened her legs to the intern’s gaze.
“You’re like a flower,” the girl gasped
She sat for a long time letting Teri admire her pussy, then she led her to the long mirror used for last-minute touch-ups before portraits. “Now, take off your knickers.”
The intern nearly hyperventilated. “I can’t.”
Liz moved in front of her. “Don’t be shy. Just relax.” She ran trembling hands up under the intern’s skirt. There was no protest. “That’s right. That’s a good girl.”
Teri breathed a childlike sigh as Liz slid panties over the roundness of her arse cheeks and down silken thighs. Then she parked her on a stool in front of the mirror and pushed up the girl’s skirt, holding her breath, feeling the anticipation tingling down through her own cunt.
“Open your legs for me,” she said soothingly. “We’re going to look at your pussy together.” Once she had exposed Teri’s neatly trimmed muff, she moved so they could both see the view. Teri opened her legs and shifted her hips and her pouting cunny was displayed like ripe fruit ready for the eating. Liz whispered, “Makes me want to touch you.” She caught Teri’s entranced gaze in the mirror. “You must want to touch too.”
“I wanted to last night, but I didn’t know what to do.”
“I’ll show you,” Liz whispered. “It’ll feel so good.”
Liz guided Teri on to the floor and into a pile of cushions she used for shoots. Then she positioned herself so they could both see the other’s pussy. “Your fingers are your best friends,” Liz breathed. She fingered her own slippery pout, making tight circles over and around her charged clit. She heard the resulting gasp, but Teri didn’t touch herself. She still needed some coaxing.
“Your clit is lovely, Teri, — so full and round.” Liz leaned forwards and slid her fingers over the intern’s pussy. “You’re so swollen and slick. You need to come so bad, don’t you, hon?” While Teri squirmed against her fingers, Liz opened her blouse and freed her aching breasts, cupping and kneading herself with one hand while stroking Teri’s cunt with the other. “Play with your tits, Teri. A great sex toy — breasts. I play with mine often. And you should yours too.”
Teri obliged. Her nipples were large and pink set against stiffening areolae that rose to the stroking and pinching of her fingers.
Liz began stroking her own pussy, mirroring what she was doing to Teri. “It feels nice, what I’m doing to you, doesn’t it?”
Eyes glued to Liz’s cunt, Teri nodded and gasped, bearing down against Liz’s hand.
“Good.” Liz took her hand away. “Now you do it. Go on. Trust me, you’ll know exactly what feels good for you.”
Teri needed to come too badly to refuse Liz’s advice. Soon her own fingers circled her slippery clit. No doubt she’d have rug burns tomorrow the way she bucked and writhed. Then she began to pant. “I think I’m coming, I think. . Oh God!” She arched against the cushions and convulsed, breasts heaving, legs straining.
Liz could see the spasming muscles of Teri’s slit, just as her own explosion spread like a flash fire, and then she had an idea.
There was no answer that evening at Ian’s door. He was expecting Liz, but maybe he was showering. They had always managed to stay friends whether they were dating or just fuck buddies, so they both kept keys to each other’s flat.
Anxious to tell Ian her idea, Liz unlocked the door and stepped inside. The shower wasn’t running. She was about to call out when grunts and moans coming from the bedroom made her stop. It wasn’t the first time Ian had fucked another woman, though it had been a while. They had an open relationship and had gotten past jealousy long ago. She was just turning to go, planning to call him later, when she stopped in her tracks. She was very familiar with Ian’s sex sounds, but the other sounds were also distinctly male.
Holding her breath, she tiptoed down the hall closer to the sounds of heat. She could hear heavy breathing then soft laughter and an occasional muttered curse. As she peeked around the open bedroom door she recognized the sex sounds of the second male. She’d heard them just the other night in the front seat of the fire truck. Sure enough, Ben sat naked on the edge of the bed. Ian knelt in front of him deep-throating his best friend’s cock. With one hand, he gently kneaded Ben’s balls, while the other slid up and down the length of his own erection.
She watched in aroused fascination, wondering how the hell Ian could get so much of Ben’s monster cock into his mouth.
For a second, she desperately wished she had a camera. The hard planes of male flesh, the contrast of pale and dark, the textures of pubic curls against smooth straining penises would have made for a phenomenal photo.
Ben’s fingers were curled in Ian’s hair. He watched, through half-closed eyes, as Ian took more and more of him into his mouth. With each suckling and tonguing of his penis, Ben’s face contorted in that wonderful look in which pleasure and pain meet and become one. On the bedside table were a half-empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, two glasses, several condoms and an open tube of lube.
They had been naked together in the fire truck, but Liz was sandwiched between them, preventing any embarrassing male-on-male contact. But now, even she had to admit, the sight of hard male muscle straining so intimately against more hard male muscle was both exciting and touching. The two blokes had been best friends for ever, but until this moment, she had no idea they were more than that. For a second, she felt hurt. She thought she and Ian had gotten past the need to keep secrets. Knowing her so well, he couldn’t have possibly thought she’d think less of him.
Most of her girl friends admitted they had at least fantasized about sex with other women. Liz had always felt that it was neurotic of men to fear what she saw as their natural attraction to each other. She shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ben and Ian were two of the least neurotic people she knew. She wondered if the two had been doing each other while they made plans to sandwich her.
As she watched, Ben guided Ian to stand before him and the roles were reversed, as Ben took Ian’s cock into his mouth, his arms sliding around to caress and cup the magnificent arse cheeks with which Liz was so familiar. Then he slid exploring fingers to the cleft in between, stroking and pressing until Ian shivered and moaned. Ian had always liked his anus stimulated when they made love, but then so did she.
Her back hole clenched and her pussy twitched at the memory of having the same thing done to her so recently. Very carefully she lifted her skirt and eased her hand down into her knickers. The slick warmth grabbed at her stroking fingers as her pussy muscles tensed as she watched.
Without losing his considerable rhythm, Ben reached for the lube on the nightstand, and when his fingers were slippery, he began stroking and stretching and thrusting, causing Ian’s arsehole to clench and expand against his probings until Ian found his own rhythm, thrusting first against Ben’s mouth, then back on to his fingers.
“I can’t stand much more.” Ian’s voice was breathless at the back of his throat. He pushed his friend away from his cock and took his mouth with a hard, probing kiss, as he reached for a condom, which he expertly slipped on to Ben’s anxious cock. Then he turned and bent over the bed, offering Liz a perfect view of his gorgeous backside.
Liz forced herself to stillness lest she come before she was ready. She wanted to make it last.
“Not like that,” Ben said. “I want you in bed.”
The two men tumbled back on to the bed. Ian positioned himself on his stomach with his arse and hips raised, Ben panting behind him.