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Nudging her head back, Lyda kissed her throat, then bit. Gen wound her arms around Lyda's shoulders, fingers tangling in her hair. Lyda's arms bound low around her back and hips in answer, holding her close, face pressed into her throat. "That's my girl. Hang on for the ride."
Another rise and fall, Lyda moving against Gen's body, lifting her with the movement. Gen had a hysterical, lust-induced vision of a carousel horse, only this was a much different ride from when she was a child. As Lyda lifted and lowered her body, Gen's clit rubbed against her tight lower abdomen, her legs locking around Lyda's body to increase the sensation. Lyda's nipples slid across Gen's curves, then came in direct contact with her own taut peaks. It wrenched a moan from her throat. Lyda murmured against her, licked and bit her throat again. Then she closed her mouth on one of those aching points.
Gen made another throaty sound as Lyda suckled her, nipped sharp enough to make her jump, her pussy cream. She'd be marking Lyda with that fluid. It would roll down, join the lubrication Lyda and Noah were producing from their own arousal. She realized then that Lyda didn't have him using a condom. Gen envied that direct contact.
As Lyda kept working herself on his cock, her breath a rush against Gen's throat, Noah's hands slid onto Gen's hips, overlapping Lyda's.
"I can take both of you," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Let me feel her against me, Mistress. If that pleases you."
"You please me, Noah. You both do." Lyda eased Gen back to her feet. Gen moved the stool and then, at Lyda's direction, she sank back down. The brief brush of her wet pussy again Lyda's stomach made her shudder, but Lyda had a steadying hold on her, bringing her all the way back down so her ass rested on Noah's stomach, her legs curved around Lyda and heels resting behind her, between Noah's spread knees.
She noticed Lyda kept a firm grip on her ass. "Bet you wish you could rub your pussy against that nice washboard of his, don't you, Gen? I'll let you come that way sometime. Would you like that?"
She nodded, then remembered. "Yes ma'am."
"Lean back and arch your body toward me."
She felt Noah's hands curve around her upper arms, so she could rely on his strength to follow his Mistress's direction. Whenever he touched her, she trusted him with anything. She was getting there with Lyda as well. Dropping her head back, knowing her hair would be brushing his chest and throat, it made her smile when he caught a strand in his mouth and tugged. Then her gaze went back to Lyda to see what her Mistress would demand next, and more serious emotions took over once more.
Lyda was fucking him again. Her toned thighs flexed as she took Noah deep, squeezed him as she rose almost to the glans, then went back down, her cunt making that enthralling sucking noise. Gen wanted to put her hand to her own pussy, stroke. Noah's thighs trembled, hips jerking even harder at his Mistress's order of self-restraint. With him making those small bucks of motion under her, feeling the flex of his fingers on her biceps, it was clear to Gen how much he wanted to thrust up, fuck his Mistress as intensely as she was doing to him. Gen was ready to beg for all of them.
Lyda put her hands on Gen's hips then. "How flexible are you? Tell me if this is too much of a strain."
She eased Gen up into more of an arch, her thigh muscles elongating as Lyda pushed her into a position where her pussy was tilted up at a higher angle, more accessible to her Mistress. This time when Lyda slid up Noah's cock, her clit brushed Gen's, and Gen understood what she was wanting. The searing pleasure of it helped her be even more flexible.
She arched further, and, despite the strain, bumped against Lyda's pussy again. Noah helped, pushing her even closer, and Gen made a soft cry.
"Give us both a lap dance," Lyda's voice was thick, her eyes glowing. "Rub your ass against his stomach, then bring your pussy back to mime."
She did it, orbiting between those two points. Noah's hands again flexed on her in convulsive response as Lyda closed in on her own climax. Gen couldn't create enough friction to reach climax herself, but she realized she was flying simply from servicing both of them. Her climax wasn't the point. The clock chimed again.
"I'm yours, Mistress."
"All of you? Cunt, heart? Mind?"
"Yes," Gen gasped.
Watching her Mistress's face, Gen felt a bond with Noah, knowing they were both working to give Lyda a climax as intense as what she'd given them. Beyond that, they had a selfish shared desire, wanting their Mistress to come, knowing they were the cause. For just an instance, she imagined herself with a tattoo that said "Yours" as well, only she had no confusion about exactly who she would mean.
Lyda moved her hands from Gen's hips to her breasts, squeezing them, then slid down again, scraping her nails over Gen's clit before she cupped Gen's buttocks once more, ensuring more prolonged contact between their centers.
"There you go. Work that little pussy against me. Let me feel how much you want to be fucked again."
Gen ground against her, teased Noah with the slide of her buttocks over his stomach. Another climax finally started to unfurl inside her.
"Ah...that's it..." Lyda bounced hard on Noah's loins, her breasts quivering, fingers bruising Gen's flesh where she held onto her. A flush swept up from her loins and across her sternum and throat. "Now, Noah..."
At the strangled cry, Noah thrust up, deep and hard. It detonated Gen's own climax. Lyda kept rising and falling, fucking Noah, teasing them both with how damn good she felt. She was a visual feast, every movement, the quiver of her breasts, the lengths of her thighs, the column of her throat...
"Mistress..." Gen made a helpless noise and Lyda seized her nape, bringing her up to her mouth and pulling her from Noah's hands. Noah shifted his grip down to Gen's hips, giving her the stability she needed as she and Lyda slid off that cliff together, moaning into one another's mouths, a feeling that intensified as Noah let go as well, hips jacking up deeper into his Mistress, the vibration sending an additional shot of response through Gen. It was like everything each one of them did made it more intense for all of them.
It was forever before they slowed. When they finally came to a halt, Lyda had her arms curled around Gen, was putting a teasing kiss at the corner of her mouth. Noah's fingers were embedded in Gen's hips, and she never wanted him to let go. Lyda insisted, though, having other demands to make of them.
Lyda turned Gen around, had her straddle Noah facing him this time, standing on her knees. His hands slid up Gen's thighs, eyes dark and mouth a sensual firm line as he spoke past her to Lyda. "I like it when you're both sitting on me, Mistress.
"We'd eventually squash your internal organs," Lyda said, amused. "You'd die."
"What a way to go. Under two gorgeous, naked women." He smiled then, lazy and wicked. With no warning at all, he jackknifed up, rolled and pinned both women, catching Lyda with a leg thrown over her thigh, an arm around her waist. Gen was sandwiched between as he gathered them close. Lyda propped her head on her hand, ignoring the tangle of limbs, though her hand fell on his shoulder, caressing it.
