Spreading her wealth around was never more satisfying. June launched into one of the most impassioned rounds of oral sex she had ever felt compelled to indulge in. Sette was lucky enough to say she was on the other end.
“I think she likes me,” Sette said, letting out a long, whistling breath. “Her mouth is making love to my pussy over here to the point I think they might get married.”
“I’m not blind.” Miquela didn’t hesitate to take in the full view of June riding her strap-on. “You see, though, she can’t do that to me because something’s in the way. It’s not practical. I’m here to completely rewire her brain.”
“No wonder she fell in love with you. You have such a grand way with words.”
“You should hear me in French.”
“Both of you shut up,” June said, one hand firmly around Sette’s thigh. “Shut up and worship me like I worship you.”
Miquela buried her arms beneath June’s torso and lifted her into that satisfying lap. “What do you really want,mi amour?Besides me, that is.”
June bit her bottom lip, legs straddling Miquela’s lap, and hand redirecting the strap-on back into her, hopefully for a final time. “What do you think?” Before Miquela could get too smug, June elaborated, “I want you both inside of me. Now.”
She sensed Sette behind her.You’ve done it before. Do it again. I’m ready.June wouldn’t be complete until she knew what it was like to make love the only way the three of them could.
Sette kissed her shoulder blade, her touch scattered across her hips and spreading thighs. “I was hoping you would say that,” she muttered. “Whenever you’re ready.”
June wrapped her arms around Miquela. Not to take solace in her unending strength, but to give her other patron the accessshe needed to her body. Sette did not disappoint with her exploring fingertips.
“Touch my ass,” June said, cheek resting against Miquela’s shoulder. “I’m ready.”
“You want me to…what?”
“Well, unless you find another dildo around here, you’re gonna have to use that creative artist brain to figure out what to do with my ass, Dr. Christie!”
“Tell me you brought more friends,” Sette said to Miquela, her fingers tracing the curve of June’s spine.
“Friends?You mean toys? Why? You wouldn’t know what to do with one.”
Sette laughed. “Oh, honey. You of all people should know I do. You’ve got the scratches on your back to prove it.” She nipped June’s ear. “Should I go on?”
Miquela’s rhythm stuttered for a beat. A flicker of something,possiblygrudging respect, crossed her face before she masked it. She answered by fucking June harder.Jesus! Calm down!
“Fine,” Miquela grunted, her focus back on June. “My small black bag. Don’t break it!”
Sette was off the bed in a flash. A moment later, she returned, a triumphant smirk on her lips. In her hand was a sleek, smaller harness and a “friend” to go with it. “My, my,” Sette purred, holding it up. “A discerning collection.”
She knelt behind June again, the new harness brushing against the back of her thigh. “This one,” Sette murmured, her voice dropping, “is just for your ass. I’m going to open you up so slow… make you beg for it. Then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
Miquela drove up into her. “She’s already begging.”
June pushed back against both of them. “Then do it,” she gasped. “Now.”
Something – probably a sarcastic comment – rumbled in Miquela’s throat, but she bit it back.“If you can find room in there, friend,”was a good guess.
“Shut up, Miquela,” June murmured upon her skin, Sette getting into position behind her. She closed her eyes. “It’s not all about you.”
“No, it’s not.” She kissed her with the full power of her soul. “It’s about us.”
She wanted to reply, but the words were knocked from her head as Sette gently entered her from behind.
All she could do was smile and thank the stars that allowed these two women to not only come into her life, but to agree on this most fortuitous arrangement. They may joke that June was the grand winner here, but she hoped that all three of them could be happy from here on out.
Aw, what a sweet thing to think while I’m getting double-pounded… by lesbians, no less. Never let it be said that she didn’t have a soft spot, even during the hardest of moments.
She also had to admit that this was definitely the best way to enjoy both of her women. Patrons. Girlfriends.Whatever.
