Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... stumbled on something she liked. "Yes please," she murmured.

I kept thumbing her that way, tugging the hood of her clit down, never touching her button directly. As much as Heather could read my eyes, I could read hers too. I watched her sliding slowly but steadily out of control. Her fingers between my legs were nice, but they barely registered. Even Davin's cock, which was literally rocking all three of our bodies with every thrust, was distant and muted compared to the thrill I felt coaxing Heather closer to orgasm.

I thought back to Kimmy Pale. Her hand down my pants. Me, even drunk, too nervous to return the favor. Heather teasing me about it. If only either of us could have known.

Heather's eyes shut, "Melly," she sighed.

"Oh, are you close?" I said. I used my Heather voice. It wasn't a good impression, but it was the one I always used when mimicking her. So she knew it.

Her eyes shot back open. "Don't you dare!" I thumbed down on her hood so it ended in a squeak.

"Should have thought of that before—"

Heather and I had been kneeling forehead to forehead, making a triangle of our bodies. Now she threw herself into me. Our thighs intermingled, splitting each other and trapping our hands between them. She squeezed not just her tits, but her belly too, against mine, wrapping an arm around me for leverage. But mostly, she kissed me.

We opened to each other, two eager mouths each used to playing the same submissive role. And so, in the little void, ...

... our tongues reached out and found each other.

Heather cried something wordless into me. And as her thighs clenched around mine I understood my role. I closed the space between us, sucking out the air and taking her tongue into my mouth where I could massage her and echo back her noises in reverberating harmony.

"Fuck," said Davin. Two heavy hands settled on my shoulders. They pressed me down and back toward him. I wasn't sure why. His balls were already slapping against my pussy. There was nowhere deeper for him to go.

Heather's belly unstuck from mine. I grunted my exertion, trying to stay upright against Davin's weight. It was impossible, I felt myself collapsing. So I focused on the only two things that really mattered: my thumb on the hood of Heather's clit and the seal of our mouths.

Admittedly, the magic for me was broken in those moments. Trapped between Davin and Heather as they both shuddered into their orgasms, I was not myself overcome with pleasure. In fact, I was pretty uncomfortable.

But I wouldn't have done it any other way. I held them both. Her with everything I could. Him with just my asshole, but that's still a lot for a girl to give.

Heather came sharp and sudden, her apex was announced by a shriek that disappeared into my lungs. Davin came like a dude, full of grunting and rapid shallow strokes that did nothing to prepare me for the single burying plunge at the end.

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Heather was sitting on my bed when I got back to the room. She ...