Gail had gone limp between us. I pulled away from her front, and she pretty much just flopped onto her stomach, her mind not yet returned from wherever her orgasm had sent it. I stroked her flank soothingly, then her hip, and finally that smoothly muscled thigh. I didn’t turn around, I didn’t look over my shoulder. I just reached behind me and grabbed. Whether I had a sixth sense for where Rich must be, or whether he moved to meet my grasping hand, I never found out. But just as I intended, my fingers closed around Rich’s cock, still hot from Gail’s body and slick with her juices. It was almost hard to keep a grip, it slid through my fist so easily. But I couldn’t stand it for long, I wanted to taste her and as she didn’t seem ready for such treatment yet, I’d have to lick her off of Rich. I turned away from Gail, and kneeled in front of Rich, sitting on my heels a short arm’s length away. I held Rich’s eyes with mine as I slowly bent at the waist, licking my lips just a little as I lowered my face towards his lap. NOT the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in, mind, but I thought it would display my ass nicely. As soon as I wrapped my lips around Rich’s cock I forgot about my poor legs. He tasted delicious, what I was sure was the best of both of them all rolled together. I’d been so good the last time I had him in my mouth, but this was too much, I lost track of absolutely everything else in the room and greedily focused on filling my mouth with the taste and feel of that well loved up dick. It couldn’t have been too long, more than a minute or so in that position and my legs would’ve fallen asleep. And they were most definitely awake when I felt Rich cup a hand under my chin and lift me off his cock. Damnit, I though, not twice…this time I get to FINISH the blowjob. My aggravation didn’t last past Rich turning my head to see Gail, lying stretched out on her back beside him, gently fingering herself, grinning happily at the show I hadn’t realized I was putting on. As much as I wanted to suck Rich off, and that need was approaching desperate as more opportunities were denied to me, I had things I needed to do. Or, well, people anyway.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to start this, but I figured anything will do. I just have to start moving and things will take care of themselves. I was sitting near Gail’s knees, so that seemed like a convenient place to start. I stretched my legs out across the bed, lay on my stomach, and blew a cold stream of air across her knee. Gail bent it instinctively, and I could gently nibble along the sensitive skin along the underside, then halfway along her thigh, stroking her leg with both hands as I moved up toward her body. Gail stretched, working the last kinks out as she relaxed, letting her legs fall apart. Not far, but enough for me to see an opportunity. I pushed up onto all fours and crawled over one leg to settle between both. I snuck a look at Rich out of the corner of my eye, watched him slowly stroking his shaft, eyes just a little wide. Yup, he was enjoying this too. Still, I wanted him more involved that just watching. I couldn’t reach him to touch him, but talking worked well earlier. “What do you think, Rich? Is she enjoying this?” I asked, stroking my fingers along the inside of Gail’s thigh, a big grin on my face. “Do you think she likes having me touch her?” I asked as I ran my palm along her skin until my fingers were just a deep sigh away from where her leg joined her body. Gail’s breath caught as I stopped moving. “Oh, I think she wants me to keep going” I offered just before I trailed kisses along the path my hand had taken. “What else do you think she wants, Rich?” as I ran my hand over the top of Gail’s thigh and across her belly button, allowing the stretch of the motion to draw my face closer to Gail’s shining pussy. “Oh god, Rich….she’s so wet.” I pursed my lips, blowing a stream of cool air from the top of her slit to the bottom. “Is she always this ready?” I asked, finally offering a question that he could answer….I wanted her to hear both voices. “Oh yeah,” god he had a wonderful voice…and it was deeper and more edgy than ever, it made my spine tingle, “whisper sex to her and she’s ready.” “Ready for what? For this?” trailing my fingers across the outside of her warm, wet lips. “For this?” I continued, licking feather lightly along the same path. THAT set off fireworks all over the shop. Gail pulled her legs up and pushed her hips toward me, “DAMN! came from where Rich still sat…and I felt my heart skip at the smell, the taste, and the way she twitched just slightly under my tongue. Nope, words were good…but I needed Rich more involved. I placed a kiss against Gail’s pussy, still being careful not to invade, and lifted my head to catch Rich’s eye….then crooked a finger at him to get him to come over. “I need your help, babe” I purred. I sank back down between Gail’s legs, still beckoning Rich closer. And closer. Until his chin rested on her thigh. I traded soft kisses between her pussy and his lips for a moment. Gail was running her hands along her body and over her breasts…she wanted more…and of course she wouldn’t ask.

Time to reward the good girl, I pointed my tongue and dragged it from the opening of Gail’s juicy cunt all the way to the top of her slit, achingly slowly. Gail made a noise that halfway between a gasp and a cry. Without drawing my tongue back to my mouth, I offered it Rich so he could suck Gail’s juices off of me. She must’ve opened her eyes to see that, because she groaned as he did….and I’m sure neither of us laid a finger on her. I did it again, and again….faster each time. And each time I swear she tasted better. Eventually, I didn’t want to share any more. I didn’t want to take my mouth from her, I wanted to explore. But first, I told Rich what I wanted to do, that I wanted to tongue her, suck her, work her with my mouth until she came again and again for me. I told him that I wanted his help, I took his hand and pressed it to Gail’s crotch…I couldn’t believe how she was managing to hold so still through this. No, wait…thinking about it, I knew exactly how she was doing it. The first time a girl went down on me, I was so nervous and aching with want and scared that if I moved or breathed wrong it would all stop. THAT part of the experience was something I wanted to spare Gail if I could. So I pressed Rich’s fingers down against her as a placeholder, and slid up along the length of her body so I could whisper quiet reassurances in her ear. I wanted to do this very much. I was going to lick her, stroke her, eat her, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. But I wanted to know she was enjoying it too. So long as she let me know with her voice and body how much she liked it, there was nothing she could possibly do that would make me stop. That there was absolutely no way for her do this wrong. I don’t know if it was what she needed to hear or not. But she opened her eyes a little wider, smiled a little bigger, put her hands on my shoulders, and started pushing me back towards her snatch.

I didn’t need telling twice. I moved Rich’s hand to hold Gail spread open for me. I started working my tongue in slow circles around her clit, careful not to touch it directly…but always trying to give her the impression that I might. When Gail whimpered and her hips pressed up to meet my mouth, I knew I had her…she wasn’t going to worry about what I was doing or how she was reacting. She was just going to ride the sensations. I couldn’t help myself, my tongue moved to flick across her the spot I’d been so carefully avoiding. Just a little, but it got a reaction. Gail’s hands found the back of my head and pressed my face into her. I moaned, and closed my lips around her to gently suckle, Rich moaned and I could feel his hand stroking my back, and Gail was making happy wordless noises that egged me on. If this kept up, this wasn’t going to last half as long as I wanted it to. I exerted what was left of my self-control and went back to small circles. Every so often I’d run my tongue across Rich’s fingers, realizing after the second or third contact that he wasn’t just holding her labia spread, he was gently stroking them. I felt my own cunt tighten at the thought….I wanted exactly this. But later, not now. I moved my arm so I could press a finger against her, slipping the very tip inside and pressing down firmly. I knew that when I got this kind of shallow penetration I couldn’t help straining for more, so I was ready to pull back when Gail started grinding against me. I rewarded her enthusiasm with a fast flutter of the tip of my tongue just where she most needed it. Gail growled. Honestly growled, and Rich slid his fingers under my tongue to see what was evoking that kind of response. I don’t know who was most turned on by that. All three of us seemed to be getting a thrill. It struck me as the perfect moment to start sliding my finger further in….trying to do it as slowly as possible…more of a tease and a promise than a proper fuck. When Gail started begging for more, I turned my hand palm up and stroking her inner wall, moving my finger as if beckoning her orgasm closer. Once I had her attention firmly on the fingers up her cunt, I started sucking gently on her clit. When her attention was definitely on my mouth, I suddenly pulled my hand away enough to slide a second finger in beside the first and push them in too the hilt. As she ground down on them, I stopped being so gentle with my lips, working her rapidly and firmly with my tongue. Gail was babbling a mile a minute, and I was too busy to pay much attention to what she was saying. At least not until I heard my name. I let my fingers pump Gail’s twat in a slow and steady rhythm, but lifted my head, resting my cheek against her leg, to find out what Gail wanted.

Her voice was breathy, catching, and I resisted the impulse to make it harder by pressing harder or faster. It turns out that they hadn’t been calling me, they’d been talking about me. Rich hadn’t realized I’d looked up, but Gail sure had. She was looking me straight in the eye when she said “oh god, of course…please….take her.” My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched her scrabble under the pillows and pull a condom out. Jesus, there had been more preparations than just my wine, candles and ribbon. I bent back down to lap at her, half in gratitude, half with desire. I felt Rich moving behind me, and couldn’t help moaning. Then it seemed like a good idea, so I gently pressed Gail’s now swollen clit between my lips and hummed. That got me a sigh that was more contentment than overwhelming passion. Fine by me, I knew things would escalate again soon. Rich had his hands on my hips, urging them up to his crotch…I thought back to him standing in the doorway, triple checking that everything was ok, thrilled that he HADN’T asked me for this, and suddenly realized that there was one more thing that HAD to happen before we went one step father. “Rich” I shot over my shoulder…”take that damned thing off.” He told me the next morning over coffee and croissants in bed that for a split second he thought I’d meant the condom. But only for a split second, then I heard his low laugh (mmm) and that blasted shirt dropped onto the back of my neck. A second after that I felt him sliding the head of his cock up and down along my slit, teasing me…damnit, I didn’t need teasing at that point. I took out my frustrations on Gail’s pussy, licking hungrily and a little wildly. As her moans renewed, Rich’s cock started to press into me. Every gasp, every whimper brought me another bit of penetration. As soon as I figured out the rules to his game I started playing Gail like the high-end instrument she was. Licking, sucking and pumping to earn more cock, eventually more thrusts. I loved having my cunt full while I ate the woman in front of me….but my plan backfired in one important way. I was so wrapped up in what my efforts were earning me, I lost track of what those noises meant. Gail was about to fall over the edge of orgasm again. I tried to ease back, but it was much too late…somewhere along the way she’d gotten hands firmly tangled in my hair and one foot on my back. She used all three to hold me against her, and her heartfelt “oh god no don’t stop” convinced me there was no-where to go but forward. Rich, thank heavens, slowed his movements enough for me to concentrate on getting his girlfriend off. Fast pulsing sucks and lick across her clit and two fingers moving long and slow into her over and over did it. And no sooner had her inarticulate moans resolved into at least comprehensible “oh wow, oh my, oh yes”s than those hands on my hips started pulling me back onto Rich’s cock, fast and hard. Gail’s pussy slipped away from me as she sat up against the headboards and watched us. For the first time that night, I didn’t have my attention even partially divided, and I made the most of it. I started rocking back forcefully, filling myself over and over, gasping happily, my mind greedily focused on the sensations shooting through my body, the explosion I already needed to feel again. Two sudden and unexpected strokes on my clit, I was never entirely sure who’s hand delivered them, pushed me over the edge and the world dissolved into nothing but pleasure for some time after that.

We were exhausted. Completely drained, pumped dry in every sense. We fell asleep in that great big bed like a pile of puppies, but I woke up wrapped in blankets listening to the sounds of Rich and Gail laughing together in the front room. When I peeked my head around the corner, they chased me back into the bed with breakfast from the patisserie around the corner. Nothing more happened, honest. Rich had to get to work…and Gail had a class. I was left alone in the apartment again to get showered and dressed. But before I left, I found my white ribbon under the bed. I left it tied around one of the bedposts. I was in London for 6 more weeks, and while we didn’t have another night like that, I couldn’t help grinning every time I saw it. And a year later, they sent me a bouquet….tied with another white ribbon.