Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

... will never forget.

Emma

If I’m honest, I think I am still in shock. I am not exactly proud to say that I have seen many, many people orgasm, many, many of whom had orgasmed with me, but this was different. I had watched these two utterly gorgeous, sexy, horny and luscious women go through nearly two hours of edging, and when they finally had the chance to release all that pent-up lust, I knew it would be a site to behold. And when Eira had orgasmed, it had been everything and more than I had hoped. But Becky had not cum yet, so I stepped in to assist.

Fucking, fucking hell! When I had driven my fingers deep into her soaking pussy she had orgasmed almost immediately. And ten minutes later, she was still coming. Every time I tried to pull away, she grabbed me, pulling me onto her, my fingers deep into her pussy and even when I tried to remove my now aching hand, she refused to let go and drove her pussy into my knee, or thigh, or any part of me she could get hold off. And it was continuous. When she relaxed, just ever so slightly, she continued to shake and shudder, and when I tried to break free, she would suddenly start spasming again and again, pulling my now numb hand into her.

Eventually, I managed to release my head out of her clutches, and I saw Eira looking at us. Even that was a site to behold, her whole body glowing in perspiration, her breasts swollen and her pussy, glistening in her juices.

“Emma, are you OK?”

“No, I’m not!”

“Fuck, is Becky ...

... OK?”

I didn’t answer, as Becky had started to thrust her hips into me yet again, and she released her arm and drove her hand between her legs and she moaned loudly, again.

“Ahhh, oh, I need more, ahhh!” and she shook and shuddered again, obviously in the throes of another, or the same, orgasm.

It took Eira and I sometime before we could get Becky to her feet and onto one of the big sofas in the lounge. And she was still shaking and shuddering and was now whimpering, almost sobbing, but still frantically driving her fingers into her pussy.

“Please, please,” she shouted, “oh please fuck me, fuck me, I need to cum, ahhh, please, please!”

Eira and I just looked at each other. By this time, we were exhausted, our hands and fingers numb from the constant pounding. Where was Eddie when I needed him, I thought, but I managed to struggle to my feet, and I ran upstairs and returned a minute later with my strap-on.

It was perhaps half an hour later that Eira rolled off Becky. I was lying next to her, having done the first stint with the strap-on, and we just lay there, panting, both of us looking in disbelief at this shivering, shuddering, shaking, quivering wreck. I have never seen anything like it, ever.

Becky stayed like that for the next few hours. We brought down a pillow for her head and a lovely blanket, which we tucked around her flushed body. We sat on the floor, resting against the sofa, with our drinks, checking on her every minute or so.

Becky

I told ...