Page 91 of Once a Month

“All yours.”

We head up the stairs. She holds my hand as we enter the bedroom. The door closes behind us, and she locks it for good measure. This is going to happen.

“Yeah?” her friend asks when she hears the door close and turns to see that it’s us.

“Yeah,” she says.

“We’re new to this, too,” her wife says. “You two are the first we’re going to let…”

“Touch us,” her friend finishes for her wife. “Well, except that time you had your hands down my wife’s pants in the kitchen.” She looks at her.

“Will you do that again?” the woman’s wife asks, licking her lips.

God, she wants her. She wants my girl to fuck her, and I can understand why. She looks at me as if to ask for permission. I give her a nod because I want to watch this. She kisses me softly and then once more before she turns and walks toward the other woman. She kisses her hard as if she’s been holding back something she’s wanted. Yes, I’m jealous, but I’m also okay with this. I can tell she’s letting something out that she’s wanted to for a while, most likely. I smile softly as I watch her kiss her. She wanted me here for this. She needed me here for this. There’s something about that, right?

Her friend moves to them. She’s got her hand on her back now and her other on her wife’s head, encouraging them to continue. When she pulls out of one kiss, she goes right into another with her friend. I watch as the first woman she kissed undoes her belt. Without hesitation, I move behind her. I’m not ready for anyone to touch her just yet – I haven’t had my chance. I help undo her pants, let them fall to the floor, and slip my hand inside her underwear. She’s so fucking wet, I want to come again just from touching her. I start stroking. I look and notice her hand is slipping beneath the dress of the woman in front of her. Oh, yes – she’s going to fuck her now. My hips rock into her ass. I’m so ready.

“Oh, yes,” the woman in front of her says.

“Make her come hard,” her friend says to her after pulling out of their long kiss.

She kisses her friend’s wife again, and I keep stroking her clit. Her friend looks at me with dark eyes, and I nod. She moves behind me, lifts up my dress, presses her still covered sex into my bare ass, moans a little, and then moves her hand around my front, pushing my thong aside – she strokes. I don’t know what else she’s doing until I feel her pants at my feet. She kicks them away, and she’s naked from the waist down now. Her pussy is wet and pressed to my ass cheek.

“I like to come quietly sometimes. I’m going to ride your ass and come while she makes my wife come,” she whispers into my ear. “And while I make you come.”

I nod because I can’t form words, and that sounds so good as I stroke her. I moan because her friend is pressing against me, and I can feel how hard her clit is already.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I say. “Baby, she’s making me feel so good,” I tell her.

“Yes, feel good, baby,” she says back.

“Go inside. I need you inside,” the woman she’s fucking says. “Oh, I knew you’d fill me,” she says.

She must be inside her now.

“Don’t stop until I come in your hand,” the woman she’s fucking says.

“Baby, I’m going to come. Come with me,” I say, feeling hard and fast strokes on my clit with the woman behind me fucking herself on my ass and offering me sexy gasps against my neck.

“Fuck,” she says. “Yes, there.”

I stroke her there, and she comes. I love when she comes.

“I’m coming,” the woman she’s touching says. “Oh, God. Fuck me, yes!” she screams next.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to taste you,” the woman behind me says to her wife.

I gasp. I moan. It’s all so fucking good.

“Are you coming?” she asks me.

“Yes. So good,” I say, unable to form complete sentences.

“I get you next,” she tells me.

We all come and then come down. We stay there for a while, gathering our breath. My legs are shaking. I’ve never felt this before, and only part of it is because of the woman who just made me come. It’s really because of her. I’d never be able to do this without her here, without her assurances, telling me it’s okay to want what I want. She turns around and kisses me harder than usual. This must be working for her, too. She unzips my dress, and I step out of it. I don’t know what else is happening around us, but she kicks off her pants. I undo the buttons on her shirt. I suck on her nipple. She tears her shirt off and presses my face closer. I suck harder.

“Yes. Suck it, baby,” she commands.

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