It took a while – much longer than usual – for Ashley to begin to really respond. Tasha persisted, latching her mouth over her tender, sensitive clit and licking with a rhythmic insistence that eventually, Ashley could no longer resist. Her hips began to move, her eyes closing and soft moans escaping her parted lips. Tasha barely heard her whispers, “Yes… yes… ohhh… faster…!” as Ashley’s hands clutched at the sheets, fisting, pulling, twisting them as she grew closer to her peak. Her first orgasm came like the tremble of a small earthquake, shaking the whole bed, as Ashley’s toes curled and her head moved from side to side, as if she were trying to deny the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body.
Tasha glanced over at Max, whose eyes never left the two of them, his hand squeezing the stiff exclamation of his cock. She wasn’t ready to give Ashley up yet – and more importantly, Ashley wasn’t ready. Tasha wanted Ashley to move that way first, and she knew, somehow, she would. Eventually. She kept her mouth over Ashley’s mound, her tongue pressed flat against her sensitive clit, barely moving, making her whimper and whisper, “No… no…” But Tasha wasn’t stopping. Not now.
“Oh God!” Ashley murmured as Tasha’s tongue began its slow lashing, a long, torturous punishment, back and forth. Tasha slipped her hand down between her own thighs, rubbing her aching clit as she licked Ashley toward her second orgasm of the night. There was no denying her own lust, the taste of pussy in her mouth and throat incredible. She was dizzy with the scent.
“Oh Tash… please… so good…”
Tasha murmured something but it was lost against Ashley’s flesh and came across just as an urging forward, onward, upward, yes! Ashley’s hips rocked faster now, her moans louder, her legs spread wide, wider still. Tasha used the fingers of her other hand, sliding two of them into the wet cavern of Ashley’s trembling pussy, pumping slowly in and out. It was a conscious reminder, and it worked.
“Yes!” Ashley gasped and bucked her hips in response. “Oh baby, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Tasha did as she was told, pistoning her fingers faster into her wetness, her mouth latched over her mouth, tongue working furiously. Ashley rocked and twisted, forcing Tasha to bring her other hand, still soaked with her own juices, up to her girlfriend’s hip to steady her.
“More!” Ashley insisted, meeting each thrust of Tasha’s hand with her hips. “Oh fuck! MORE! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Ashley reached her hand out, grasping blindly along the sheet until she met flesh-Max’s belly, taut with his own excitement. She turned her head toward him, eyes half-closed and full of lust. “Cock,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to cover his, squeezing his stiff length. “Oh please… give me your cock.”
Max groaned, moving toward her on the bed, kissing her softly as Tasha moved out of the way.
Ashley groaned when her friend left her hanging there, hovering, waiting for that sweet orgasm, but she didn’t protest long. Max moved between her thighs, parting them, positioning himself. Tasha stretched out beside them, her eyes meeting Max’s for a moment, feeling a sharp electric jolt pass between them before he turned his attention to Ashley.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, waiting, poised.
Ashley nodded, reaching down between them to grasp his cock. “Yes! Please! Yes!” Max groaned at her touch, sliding slowly in, parting her moist cleft with his turgid length until he was buried completely inside of her. Ashley wiggled as if she wanted more, half-smiling as she turned her face to Tasha to be kissed.
“He feels good,” Ashley murmured.
Tasha smiled. “It only gets better.” Max began to thrust, slow and easy, and Ashley moaned, arching her back when Tasha lowered her mouth over her friend’s nipple, sucking it hard. Tasha’s pussy was on fire, aching for attention, and she took Ashley’s hand and put it between her own thighs.
“Wet!” Ashley breathed, her fingers probing between Tasha’s lips. “Come here.”
Tasha didn’t need to be asked twice. Max sat back a little, pulling Ashley into the saddle of his hips so he could still fuck her that way and Tasha straddled Ashley’s mouth, facing Max, and lowering her pussy toward her waiting tongue. The sensation was incredible, the soft, rhythmic movement of Ashley’s tongue matching the rocking on the bed as Tasha watched her husband fucking the woman whose mouth covered her pussy. It was a surreal moment, and so hot she could barely stand it.
Tasha met Max’s eyes and then looked down at his cock, slick with Ashley’s wetness, moving in and out of that sweet, shaved cunt. She wanted everything all at once, the sensation beyond the pale now. Orgasm was imminent, at some point, but somehow it didn’t matter. It was the circle they made that mattered as Tasha leaned forward to kiss him, like they were one person, one thing, rocking together on the bed in some divine, blissful wake.
“Oh God, baby,” Tasha murmured, rolling her hips against Ashley’s mouth, the delicious friction building. She reached down to part Ashley’s pussy lips for her husband’s thrusting cock, rubbing the nub of her clit, the humming moan in Ashley’s throat a nice reward against her own clit. “Do you like that cock? Does that feel good?”
Ashley’s mouth was too full to reply but the tightening of her hands on Tasha’s hips was answer enough. Tasha rubbed her friend’s clit back and forth as Max made faster circles deep in her pussy. She felt Ashley trembling, her mouth sucking hard at Tasha’s mound, her soft moans growing louder.
“She’s gonna come,” Tasha murmured, rubbing faster, and Max groaned, fucking her harder, making Ashley gasp, her mouth forgetting entirely about Tasha’s pussy.
“Oh fuck!” Ashley’s hips bucked as she wrapped her arms around Tasha’s hips. “Oh God yes! Make me come! Now! Now!”
Tasha saw Max holding back as Ashley quivered beneath the both of them with the force of her climax, her teeth sinking so hard into Tasha’s thigh she would have a mark there for a week. Tasha hardly noticed at the time – instead, she worked Ashley’s clit, eager to tease every last bit of her orgasm from her, and from the sound of her begging, “Stop! Oh God! I can’t stand it!” she wholly succeeded.
“I want to fuck you,” Max told Tasha and slid his stiff, wet cock from the still-spasming tunnel of Ashley’s cunt. “Come here.”
Tasha was loathe to leave the sweet bath of Ashley’s tongue, but she did what he asked. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her belly on the bed, pulling her hips up and shoving himself deep into her pussy.
“Oh God!” Tasha moaned, reaching down to rub her pussy as he fucked her hard, driving himself deep with every thrust. She had almost forgotten about Ashley until she felt her fingers over hers, rubbing faster. When she opened her eyes, Ashley was there, her face inches away, her breath sweet with Tasha’s juices.
“Feel good?” Ashley asked and Tasha nodded, eyes half closed, her hips rocking back against her husband’s hard cock. She was so close to orgasm she couldn’t speak – she could barely breathe. Ashley leaned in and kissed her, shoving her tongue deep so Tasha tasted herself, and the motion sent her immediately over. She shuddered and roared and bucked on the bed, Ashley’s tongue still thrusting, Max’s cock, too, and there were so many fingers probing her pussy, taking her beyond the edge of reason, she lost count.
“Oh God.” Max held Tasha still, his hands gripping her hips. “Oh God, I can’t…”
Tasha murmured into Ashley’s mouth, but no one heard her. She had to break the kiss and gasp, “I want you to taste him with me.”
“Me first!” Ashley got up to her knees and reaching down to grasp the length of Max’s cock, pulling him slowly out of Tasha’s wetness. She pushed him back on the bed and settled herself between his legs, spending a long time licking his shaft and balls, making sure there wasn’t a bit of pussy juice left on him. Tasha watched for a while through half-closed eyes, laying on her belly on the bed. Then she crawled between his legs, too, nudging Ashley out of the way as they fought for the meat of his cock.