By Amanda Lynn
Have you ever had the sensation that someone was watching you? A sensation so strong that it pulled you from your slumber. That was what drew Monica from her sleep, that strange feeling. Her eyes fluttered open, and she lay there for a second as the fog cleared. The image of her own bed just a couple of meters away, coming into focus. But that feeling was still there, and as the memories of the night before came flooding back, she knew who was watching.
Slowly, Monica rolled over onto her opposite side. Trish was on her side, just centimeters away, smiling brightly at her. “Hey there,” Monica said, stifling a yawn.
“Hi,” Trish said, then leaned in and kissed her.
Monica kissed her back and scooched a bit closer, pulling her into an embrace. Their kiss was soft and languid. She was amazed at how quickly Trish went from knowing practically nothing about sex to the horny little nymph she had been last night. Maybe she was trying to make up for lost time. Monica thought to herself. Trish broke the kiss and pulled back a bit.
“Last night was awesome,” Trish said. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
Monica giggled. “Damn, girl. Isn’t your pussy sore?”
Trish shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“Well, mine is,” Monica replied. “You did a number on me you know.”
“Sorry.”
Monica laughed. “Don’t be. I loved every second of it. Now let’s get up, you can shower first.” Monica slipped out of bed, grabbed her nightshirt, and pulled it over her head. As she was leaving the room, Trish called to her.
“Are you going to talk to Gabby today? You know, about a sleepover?”
Monica turned to look at Trish. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile touches their corners. Monica sighed and shook her head. “Yes, I will call her later.” Laughing she left Trish to her shower and headed downstairs.
Gwen was sitting at the kitchen table looking at the paper and sipping on a cup of coffee when Monica entered. She was wearing her favorite old robe and had fuzzy pink bunny slippers on her feet. Her hair hung loose, totally disheveled. Some might even call it that just fucked look. Monica studied her mother for a moment, enjoying just how beautiful she was.
“Morning, mom.”
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Gwen said and set her paper and coffee down. “Trish not up yet?”
“She’s in the shower,” Monica said leaning in and kissing her mom.
Gwen took Monica’s hands and pulled her close. “Oh. Well then. That will give us a minute to talk,” she said, moving her hands to the girl’s hips.
“What about?”
“You two were a bit loud last night. It’s a good thing that Jason is a deep sleeper.”
Monica felt the heat in her cheeks, and her mother’s hands move from her hips down to her ass. “Sorry, mom. I, we didn’t mean to.” Monica saw Gwen raise an eyebrow when her hands traveled under her nightshirt and cup her bare ass.
“Monica, do you think it’s a good idea to be having sex with Trish? I really don’t know how Jason would react if he found out.”
Her stomach dropped. Was she going to have to stop having sex with Trish? She didn’t want that, and she was sure Trish wouldn’t want that either. Monica had been having sex with girls since before Jason had come into the picture, and Gwen was okay with it. Gwen had taught her not to be afraid of her sexuality, and it was all right to explore it if she was safe and both she and her partners were willing participants. Monica stepped closer to her mother and slipped a hand inside her robe. Finding the woman naked underneath, she cupped a breast and smiled.
“I don’t know if I can stop, mom. I may have created a monster.”
Gwen groaned at the touch before swatting her daughter’s hand away. “Stop that. Trish might walk in, and what do you mean you created a monster?”
Monica gave her mother a quick kiss and a little tease of her tongue before she went on to explain what had happened with Trish over the last couple of days. As Monica talked, she went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“I see what you mean,” Gwen said as she refilled her coffee.
“Yup. So now I need to call Gabby and arrange a sleepover or something,” Monica said sitting at the table with her mother.
“Jason does have plans with Trish for the week. Well, with all of us really. You may have to plan your threesome for the daytime, while he’s at work.”
A little spark shot through Monica right then. A threesome. She hadn’t thought of that, she had been more focused on Trish and Gabby having sex. But of course, it would become a threesome. Damn! The idea was making her wet. Monica thought about what her mother had just said, and she was right. They would have to do it while Jason was at work.
“You’re right, mom. We’ll have to do it during the day. But where? Can’t be at Gabby’s house; her grandparents are there for the week. Wouldn’t do for them to catch us. Probably give them a stroke.”
Gwen laughed. “Probably. You three figure out the day and I can make myself scarce. Maybe I’ll get a massage or something.”
“Or something,” Monica said with a waggle of her eyebrows. After a beat, she added. “Does Jason know you’re still having sex with Sara?”
“Monica!” Gwen said in mock surprise.
“Oh, mom, please! Every time you have a massage,” she emphasized massage with air quotes. “you come home smelling of sex.” Monica laughed.
Gwen sighed. “Yes, he knows. He’s even helped out from time to time.” Gwen gave her a wink.
Monica’s mouth fell open. “Holy crap! Really?”
***
Trish turned off the water and stepped onto the bathmat. She could have lingered there much longer, enjoying the warm spray. But Monica would want to shower, and she didn’t want to use up all the hot water. Grabbing a fluffy towel, she wrapped it around herself then wiped away the condensation on the mirror with a face cloth.
Her reflection looked back at her, a big goofy grin on her face, and why shouldn’t there be. She was in a great mood. She had had the best sex of her life the night before. Well, the only sex of her life, but it had still been the best. No, it had been fucking awesome! Trish giggled to herself, feeling just a little embarrassed for using the f-word.
She quickly dried off and dressed for the day, choosing a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a yellow tee shirt. Heading down the stairs, she heard Monica and Gwen chatting in the kitchen. Entering, both Monica and Gwen looked at her and smiled. They both gave her that I know what you did last night type of smile. She could understand it from Monica, after all, she had been the one with her face between her legs, but not Gwen. Trish stopped and glanced back and forth between them. “What?” she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.
“Nothing sweetie,” Gwen replied. “Come and sit. We can chat while I get breakfast started and Monica gets a shower.”
“Yes, the shower. I need one.” Monica said as she stood. As she passed Trish, she cupped the girl’s butt and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Trish gave a surprised gasp, and she felt the heat in her face. She wasn’t sure if Gwen saw what must have been a look of shock on her face. But if she did, she didn’t let on. Trish sat at the table and enjoyed a glass of orange juice while Gwen prepared breakfast. They talked about this and that until Monica joined them a short time later.
Monica’s timing was perfect. No sooner had she sat down and breakfast was ready. Gwen set a plate with a heaping stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. They smelled divine. They each took a few and coated them with butter and maple syrup. Trish hummed in appreciation at the fluffy texture and sweet flavor.
“These are so good,” Trish said.
“They are!” Monica agreed.
“Thanks, girls, I’m glad you like them.”
“Oh, mom?” Monica said as an afterthought. “Would it be okay if Gabby came over for the day on Wednesday?”
Trish felt a flood of disappointment wash over her. The day? No sleepover? What could they do during the day if Gwen was home?
“Well, I don’t know Monica. I have appointments on Wednesday, and I’ll be out of the house most of the day.”
“Please. We won’t get into any trouble.”
Trish just listened to the conversation, looking back and forth between them. Her disappointment was shifting back to excitement, and she gave a silent prayer to the sex gods that Gwen would say yes.
Gwen sighed. “I guess it would be okay. But just Gabby. Nobody else. Understand.”
“Yes, mom,” Monica said and turned to give Trish a clandestine wink.
Trish had to control herself. She wanted to bounce up and down on her chair and scream a triumphant yes! They finished their meal, and the girls helped clean up the kitchen. Once they finished, they headed to the family room and flopped down on the sofa.
“Mario Kart?” Monica asked.
“Sure.”
“Bet you can’t wait for Wednesday, can you?”
Trish shook her head. “No. I’m so, so…”
“Horny?”
“Yeah! Is that normal? To be horny all the time?” Trish asked watching Monica set up the Nintendo Wii U system.
She shrugged. “I guess so. You just discovered sex, so you’re like a kid with a new toy. You just can’t put it down.”
“Oh. So, I’ll get bored of it one day?”
“God, no,” Monica said handing her a controller. “I love sex just as much now as I did when I discovered it. But you will learn to control the urges after a while.”
“I hope so because, to be honest, I would love to rip your clothes off and have sex with you right here, right now and it’s driving me nuts,” Trish said with all seriousness.
Monica’s head snapped to the left, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, slightly stunned by Trish’s confession; she stared.
“What? It’s true,” Trish said.
“Girls, I have to run to the grocery store and pick up a couple of things for tonight’s supper. Monica, I will be gone for twenty-five minutes. Got it?”
“Yes, mom. Understood.”
The way Gwen had emphasized the words twenty-five minutes struck Trish as odd as if there was some significance to them. She shook it from her head and got comfortable in her seat waiting for Monica to start the game, but Monica simply fiddled with the controller, stalling. Stalling for what?
“Are you going to—”
Monica held up a finger, cutting her off. She turned her ear to the stairs, and when they heard the click of the front door, Monica put her controller down. Trish watched with confusion as she took her controller from her and set it down too.
“Aren’t we going to play?” Trish asked.
“Un-huh. We are. But we only have twenty-five minutes,” Monica said grabbing the button of Trish’s jeans.
“What! What are you doing?” Trish gasped. She didn’t resist, not at all. She sat there, shocked, surprised, and becoming more turned on by the second. Trish planted her hands on the sofa and lifted her hips as Monica tugged her jeans roughly from her. She made short work of her panties, and once they were free of her ankles, Monica yanked her towards the edge of the sofa.
Monica pushed her legs apart and looked up at her. Trish saw the saucy grin on her face, and her tongue moved slowly over her lips. “I’m going to eat your pussy, Trish. I going to make you come. Would you like that?”
Her mouth went dry, and her heart pounded in her chest. She tried to answer, but she couldn’t form the words. Instead, she nodded and reached out with a hand, tangling her fingers in Monica’s hair, and pushing her head down between her legs to her throbbing clit.
She spread her legs farther apart and sunk back into the sofa. She held Monica’s head and rolled her hips into her as she licked and sucked her sensitive flesh.
“Jesus, Trish. You’re soaked already,” she said pulling back just enough to speak.
Trish grunted and pushed her pelvis up searching for Monica’s mouth. She didn’t have to wait long before Monica’s tongue found her entrance and plunged inside. She whimpered and bucked as her step-sister fucked her.
“Monica. Yes!”
A finger pushed deep inside her and Monica’s tongue swirled and licked through her folds, poked, and flicked her clit, causing many jolts of pleasure to shoot from her core. The pressure in her belly was building quickly, and Trish moved her grip from Monica’s hair to the sofa for fear of hurting her.
Monica’s finger moved faster inside her, and she sucked hard on her clit. The ground gave way, and Trish stiffened.
“Coming!” She cried out as her orgasm racked her body.
Her body twitched with each aftershock, and Monica continued to lick her and finger her, much slower now. Trish lay still, her eyes closed. She didn’t move and waited for her breathing to slow. She expected Monica to climb up beside her. But she didn’t. She could still feel Monica inside her, her finger was still, but inside her. Soft kisses touched her sticky flesh, and Trish sighed.
“You okay?” Monica whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Monica’s finger moved again. A jolt flashed through her as a soft kiss touched her clit. Trish twitched when the kiss became a gentle lick. The finger curled upward and moved a bit quicker.
“Monica! Oh, God!” She gasped. Her body responded immediately to the renewed assault on her pussy. Monica’s movements became urgent, her finger moved with purpose. Its curled tip pressing at a spot inside her. A spot that sent intense sensations shooting from her pussy. Monica’s lips and tongue tormented her clit with rapid strokes, amplifying the powerful feelings.
Trish couldn’t take anymore and pounded the sofa with her fists. Then an orgasm washed over her that shadowed any she had had so far. Her body stiffed, her back arched, and her toes curled. She screamed as the pleasure overloaded her senses and her reality faded to blackness.
Sound was the first sense to return. The rhythmic whoosh of her blood pumping filled her ears. Then there was a muffled voice. It reminded her of being underwater and hearing the people talking beside the pool. Monica’s voice registered. She was softly speaking her name.
Her eyes fluttered open, and Monica’s face came into focus. She looked concerned. Why? Her limbs were heavy, and she couldn’t seem to speak, so she just stared. Eventually, everything began to work again, and the memories of what had just happened came flooding back. She smiled at Monica then.
“Thank God!” Monica said. “Are you all right?”
“Um-hum,” Trish said nodding slowly. “How long was I out?”
“Just a few seconds, but it scared the crap out of me. I’ve never seen anyone pass out from an orgasm before.” Monica smiled and put a hand on her knee.
Seconds. It felt a lot longer than that. More like minutes. Trish shook her head as she pushed herself into a sitting position and looked down at her pussy, seeing red and puffy flesh glistened with copious amounts of saliva and her own juices. Remembering the intensity of orgasm, Trish glanced at Monica and smiled.
“I don’t know what you did to me, but you made quite the mess,” she said giggling.
“Most of that is yours I think,” she said pointing at Trish’s pussy. “Mom will be home soon, so you better get dressed.”
Trish stood and picked up her clothes. As she headed for the small bathroom just off the family room, she turned to her step-sister “Hey, Monica?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for that,” she said smiling brightly and nodding toward her now empty spot on the sofa.
Monica returned the smile. “My pleasure. Now hurry up, Mario is waiting.”
***
Stolen kisses filled the rest of the day, and the following one too when Trish and Monica were away from prying eyes. They went to the mall and window shopped at the various boutiques admiring all the new fashions that they simply had to have. Unfortunately, all they had between them was enough money to buy lunch, which is what they did. As they sat in the food court enjoying their burgers, they shared whispered opinions of the cute butts of the girls passing by their table.
In the evenings, after Jason was home from work, they went out for supper then did something fun. Monday night they bowled. It was Trish and her dad against Monica and Gwen. At the end of the second string, they tied at a game apiece. The third string had been close, but Trish and her dad were victorious. On Tuesday night they went to the arena and watched the University of Alberta Golden Bears play host to Nova Scotia’s Acadia Axemen in a rousing hockey game that ended with the Bears winning 8 to 6.
The nights were the best of all. In the quiet darkness of their room, they touched and explored. Their naked bodies entwined in a dance of youthful lust and passion. With fingers, mouths, and tongues they brought each other to many an earth-shattering orgasm. They had been as silent as they could during their lovemaking, but both wished that they had been home alone so they could cry out as they climaxed at the other’s touch.
Wednesday morning finally came, and Trish woke early. Though sated from the night before by her beautiful and oh so talented step-sister, her body was already starting to thrum with the anticipation of Gabby’s arrival and the naughty fun that would ensue.
Trish looked over at her step-sister and smiled. She lay there for several minutes just watching her sleep and thinking of all that had happened between them during the last few days. Now they were about to bring a third person in to join them. She wondered if it would feel the same. The closeness she felt when she touched Monica, would it still be there? She had learned a lot from Monica, but she was still new at sex, and the way Monica talked about Gabby made it sound like she was some sort of sex goddess, able to make you come with just a look or something. Trish felt a little uneasy just then. Would she be able to pleasure Gabby? Would Gabby even want her to? Would she just be in the way? Would Gabby laugh at her lack of experience?
Suddenly she doubted herself. Wondering if she was making a terrible mistake. Nausea washed over her for a moment, and she had to swallow hard as bile crept up her throat. She sat up and shook Monica by the shoulder. “Monica, wake up.”
Monica moaned unhappily and pulled the cover up to her chin. Trish shook her again and spoke her name. Monica rolled onto her back and opened her eyes, blinking at the sunlight on her face. “What? What is it?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Monica asked, clearing her head of sleepy cobwebs.
“Gabby,” Trish said quietly.
This got Monica’s attention. She pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed her eyes. “Why would you be afraid of Gabby? She’s never done anything to you.”
Trish shook her head. “I not really afraid of Gabby, I guess. I’m just afraid she won’t want to mess around with me because I don’t know much about sex.”
Monica smiled. “First off, you know enough, and you are good it at. Second, Gabby wants to have sex with you; she said so,” Monica said as she caressed Trish’s bare thigh. “She also told me that you got her all horny in the shower at the pool the other day. So, don’t you worry about it, I have a feeling she’ll be all over you as soon as she gets here.”
With her fear quickly fading and excitement building in her belly, Trish smiled and moved to straddle Monica. She leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues danced and swirled, and Monica’s hands soon found her back. Trish moaned and pulled back a bit. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure,” she said with a laugh and glanced over at the clock. “As much as I would love to lay here and let you kiss me, we need to get up.”
“But why?” Trish said with a pout as she rolled her hips forward, pressing her pussy into Monica’s.
“Jesus, Trish,” she groaned in response, reluctantly pushing Trish back. “We need to shower, and more importantly eat breakfast. You are going to need a full belly when Gabby gets here.”
Washed, dressed, and fed, the girls were sitting in the living room with Gwen, chatting, when the doorbell rang. Trish was feeling giddy, and tingles ran up her spine while butterflies danced in her stomach. She watched Monica cross the short distance to the door and open it.
Gabby stood there smiling brightly. Monica greeted her and quickly ushered her in, closing the door to the cold. Gabby kicked off her sneakers and took off her coat. Underneath she wore a pair of denim overalls with a blue tube top. Flashes of heat raced through Trish each time Gabby moved, and she caught glimpses of her bare abdomen. Trish noticed that Gabby had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail today, and her blue eyes sparkled. The same eyes that now locked with hers. Her cheeks burned, and her mouth went dry watching Gabby approach the sofa.
“Hello, Gwen. Hi, Trish,” Gabby said.
“Hello, Gabby. How are you?” Gwen answered cheerfully.
Trish blinked.
“I’m great, thanks,” Gabby said dropping onto the sofa next to Trish bumping their shoulders together. “Cat got your tongue?” she said to the younger girl.
“Um, what? Oh. Hi,” Trish stammered, feeling like an idiot.
Gabby chuckled. “Mom said to say hi, Gwen, and that she’ll be over tomorrow or the next day with those raffle tickets.”
“That’s fine and say hi back,” Gwen said standing. “Now, I have to get going. I will be gone most of the day. Can I trust you three not to throw any wild parties or burn the house down?” She looked at each girl with a serious eye.
“Yes, mom. We’ll be in the family room having fun.”
Mother and daughter exchanged a look that Trish couldn’t read. Gabby must have, though, as she gave each a knowing grin.
“Good,” Gwen said as she put on her coat. “I’ll be home at four o’clock. Have fun, girls.” She grabbed her keys, gave a small wave to the three of them, then headed out.
“Shall we head downstairs?” Monica asked, her eyes flashing with mischief.
“Yup,” Gabby replied, grabbing Trish by the hand and pulling her to her feet as she stood.
Trish followed wordlessly, not like she had a choice at this point anyway, with Gabby pulling her along. She trembled with excitement, and her pussy ached. In a few moments, she would be at the mercy of Gabby’s will, and she couldn’t wait.
Standing in the center of the family room, Monica and Gabby gazed at each other with lust-filled eyes. Still holding Trish’s hand, Gabby moved to Monica and with her free hand on the back of her neck, pulled Monica in and kissed her hard.
Trish watched them with wide-eyed fascination. Their mouths moved together hungrily, and they moaned against each other. When they ended the kiss, they were both breathing heavy, goofy smiles on their faces.
“I missed you too,” Monica said with a giggle.
Gabby giggled too and turned to Trish. “Did you like watching me kiss Monica?” She asked playfully.
“Un-huh,” she said with parted lips. Her own breathing had increased at the sight, and her heart pounded in her chest. Her stomach knotted with excitement and anticipation.
“Good, because I want to kiss you now. Would that be okay?”
She nodded, not taking her eyes off Gabby’s. The older girl closed the distance and tingles of excitement ran through her as Gabby placed a gentle finger under her chin, tipping her head back. Gabby’s lips were soft and warm, and Trish inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Gabby didn’t waste any time and pulled Trish closer to her. Her tongue snaked out and eagerly explored Trish’s mouth.
Trish groaned and moved her tongue to find Gabby’s. Her hands moved to Gabby’s back, and she relished the feeling of the soft, warm skin beneath her fingers. Gabby kissed her and sucked on her lip. Trish was on fire, and even though she loved these kisses, she wanted more. She wanted to be naked with Gabby’s mouth on her throbbing clit.
As if reading her mind, Gabby broke the kiss and gulped in some air. “I think we’re wearing too many clothes,” she said glancing at Trish and Monica.
“I agree,” Monica said and tugged at the hem of her shirt.
“No! Wait,” Gabby said. She looked at Trish and grinned. “Trish, would you like to help me undress Monica?”
Trish nodded, probably more times than necessary. The girls grabbed Monica’s top and pulled it up over her head. Dropping it to the floor, Trish fell to her knees and popped the button on Monica’s jeans. Giggling, Gabby joined her, and the two of them slowly pulled the denim pants down.
Trish watched in delight when Gabby used her teeth to snatch the waistband of Monica’s panties. Gabby waggled her eyebrows at Trish, and she giggled at the implied message. Trish moved in and nipped at the panties along Monica’s opposite hip. Both girls pulled simultaneously and eased the garment down over her hips until gravity was able to do the rest. Monica stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet. Standing naked above them, she smiled down and asked. “Who’s next?”
“Me, of course,” Gabby replied rising from her knees and holding out her arms.
Trish giggled. Damn, if this wasn’t something she wanted to do. Ever since seeing her naked in the shower she wanted to touch her body. Play with her little tits and touch her pussy. She quickly stood and undid the straps of Gabby’s overalls. Before the denim fabric of the front panel had time to fall, her hands were on the tube top, pushing it up off small breasts.
Monica dropped to her knees and pulled the overalls down, laughing while Trish frantically pulled the tube top off Gabby. Trish was in a state of euphoria, she may as well have been high on marijuana, her hands moved to Gabby’s tits, squeezing them, and pulling at the nipples.
Gabby gasped. “Damn, girl,” she moaned.
Trish leaned in and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. Gabby put a hand on the back of her head as Monica stood. Trish flicked her tongue over the erect nipple for just a second before Monica pulled her away.
“Slow down, Sis,” she said. “Time for that later. We need to get you naked first.”
With a moan of protest, Trish stood and let the girls strip her. She lifted her arms above her head as Monica pulled her tee shirt off. Gabby was on her knees kissing Trish’s belly as she popped the button on her jeans. Trish was tingling all over and desire coursed through her body. She wanted to be out of these clothes now, but Gabby had other plans. She slowly inched the pants down and continued to kiss the exposed flesh. Bolts of pleasure shot through her, and she wanted to grab Gabby’s head and mash her mouth into her aching pussy.
Trish groaned, and her hips jerked when Gabby kissed her panty-covered mons and then trailed her nose down over her clit and to the growing wet spot lower down. “You’re fucking soaked,” Gabby said, sounding surprised.
“She been in a constant state of horniness since she got up this morning,” Monica said with a laugh.
“Really, now. All because of me?”
“Yup.” Monica moved to kneel beside Gabby.
Trish shuddered. “Come on guys. You’re killing me,” she whined.
With Trish’s pants at her ankles, Gabby and Monica slowly peeled her panties off her narrow hips and down skinny legs. Trish quickly stepped out of them and brought a hand to her pussy. She rubbed her clit, searching for the smallest amount of relief.
Gabby grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “Un-uh! That’s my job.” Gabby leaned in and placed a kiss on Trish’s clit before guiding her backward to the sofa. Trish let herself drop down on the couch and gasped when Gabby grabbed behind her knees and pulled her ass closer to the edge, then pushed her legs apart. Trish felt new arousal at her center as she watched Gabby lick her lips and slowly descend between her legs.
Without foreplay or preamble, Gabby pushed the flat of her tongue hard against Trish’s pussy and swiped upward. Trish jerked and sucked a sharp breath at the sudden sensation that caused cascading flashes of lightning to shoot through her body. Gabby did it again, slower this time. Trish rolled her hips, pushing her aching sex up for Gabby to devour.
“Oh, jeez,” she grunted and gripped the sofa cushions.
Trish closed her eyes, letting the exquisite feelings that Gabby elicited wash over her. Gabby’s tongue explored her labia, circling her outer lips before sliding through the wetness of her inner folds. Her tongue dipped into Trish’s entrance and retreated, only to plunge back in deeper this time. Trish jerked, and she felt the coil deep inside her tighten.
Gabby’s tongue continued to move, flicking back and forth, up, and down, caressing the smooth walls of her vagina. Trish felt hands gripping her hips, not surprising given how much she was writhing against Gabby’s mouth. Monica was right, Gabby most certainly knew what she was doing. It was incredible what she was doing to her right now. The fire flashed up her spine, and every nerve felt the heat. Trish knew that it wouldn’t take much more for her to orgasm and that’s when Gabby pushed the button. Taking Trish’s clit into her mouth, she sucked on it and freed the coiled spring.
Trish arched at the release and cried out. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she stiffened. Gabby continued to kiss and lick her sensitive pussy, bringing her down as she rode out the glorious aftershocks of her orgasm.
Breathing hard, Trish sat up having to pull herself away from Gabby. Her pussy was just too sensitive for her touch right now. Gabby looked up at her and smirked.
“Enough?”
Nodding, she swallowed to moisten her mouth. “Yeah. For now, anyway,” she said between breaths. Gabby chuckled and glanced to Trish’s right. For the first time since Gabby began to lick her, Trish noticed Monica was sitting at the other end of the sofa, playing leisurely with her own pussy. Trish watched her step-sister’s finger moving through her glistening folds and dip inside, only to retreat up to her swollen clit.
“You’re right. She does taste yummy,” Gabby said, giving Monica a grin then licked her lips.
Monica grinned. “Do you want to lick Gabby’s pussy now, Trish?” Monica asked as she swapped places with Gabby.
“Yeah.” Trish nodded. Finally, this was it. She was going to go down on Gabby. She watched as the blonde settled on her back with one leg resting on the back of the sofa and the other draped over the edge. Trish gazed at Gabby’s pussy. She was wet, and the arousal that coated her lips glistened in the light of the room. The older girl’s clit stood proudly under its hood just below a small tuft of curly blond hair.
Trish moaned softly, feeling her pussy thrum in anticipation of what she was about to do. She positioned herself on her knees between Gabby’s legs and bent forward, bringing her face closer to Gabby’s sex. She inhaled, and an intoxicating musky scent filled her nostrils. Damn. She hoped, just for a moment, that she was good enough to satisfy Gabby as she had her. Pushing her self-doubt aside, Trish lowered her mouth to Gabby’s clit.
Gabby drew a sharp breath and bucked at the contact. Trish sucked slowly at first, moving a hand across the plain of Gabby’s abs and onto one of her small breasts. She cupped the fleshy globe then found a nipple, rolling the erect peak between her thumb and forefinger, all the while continuing to massage Gabby’s swollen bud with her mouth.
“Jesus, Trish,” Gabby moaned.
“Pretty good, huh?” Trish heard Monica ask from where she knelt beside Gabby. Trish looked up without taking her mouth from Gabby and saw Monica take Gabby’s other nipple into her mouth.
“Oh! Fuck, yeah!”
Encouraged by her words, Trish released her lips from Gabby’s clit then pushed the flat of her tongue over it. Gabby jerked. She flicked her tongue and chased the bundle of nerves for a moment before moving down to explore the wet heat of Gabby’s folds. Once more she glanced up. Gabby’s head was back, and she couldn’t see her face, her chest though, rose and fell in rapid succession with every ragged breath Gabby took.
With both hands on the older girl’s hips now, Trish moved her tongue down to Gabby’s entrance. She played there for a moment, swirling her tongue around the edge, savoring the taste of her juices as she teased her sensitive flesh. Tightening her hold as Gabby writhed beneath her, Trish pushed her tongue deep into her vagina. Gabby pushed her pelvis up and gave a muffled cry. Finding that curious, she looked up and saw that Monica had crawled on top of Gabby and was straddling her face. Trish smiled and returned her attention to the sopping pussy before her.
Trish brought a hand to Gabby’s swollen clit and rubbed small circles with the pads of two fingers, while at the same time she stiffened her tongue and fucked her. Gabby responded by moaning into Monica’s pussy and rolling her hips. Trish loved this, knowing that she was bringing pleasure to the blonde girl beneath her mouth. But as she was happily tending to Gabby’s needs her own desire was growing, and her pussy was craving attention as well.
It was then that she heard Monica cry out as an orgasm rocked her body. She looked up and saw her step-sister’s body fall forward against the arm of the sofa. Trish moved, swapping places with her fingers, and taking Gabby’s clit between her lips as she pushed a finger into Gabby’s entrance.
“Two fingers, Trish,” Gabby panted. “Use two fingers.”
Trish pulled her finger back and pushed two back in. “Yes,” Gabby hissed. “That’s it. Fuck me.”
She looked up at Gabby, her words sending bolts of pleasure down her spine and straight to her pussy. Monica had disappeared too. Before she had time to wonder where her step-sister had gone, she felt a hand on her lower back and another move between her legs and cup her pussy. Trish moaned and sucked on Gabby’s clit, pumping her fingers into her pussy.
“Harder! Don’t stop.” Gabby cried.
Trish pumped harder, fucking the blonde, and gasping as she felt Monica’s fingers on her own clit, rubbing hard, and fast. Trish was breathing hard, her body jerked at the waves of pleasure that shot through her like a flaming arrow. The pressure was building inside her, and she was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was doing to Gabby.
Monica must have sensed her dilemma, though that didn’t stop her from tormenting Trish’s clit. Monica leaned down to her ear and whispered. “Keep going, Trish. Fuck Gabby’s pussy. She’s almost there. Make her come.”
She felt her own orgasm just off to the edge, waiting to explode. With every bit of will power she had, she pushed her own need aside and focused on Gabby. She took the blonde girl’s clit into her mouth once again and flicked it with her tongue while pumping faster with her fingers.
“Fuck! Yes!” Gabby yelled. “I’m coming!”
Gabby’s body stiffened. Her hips thrust upward, and Trish felt the flood of a warm liquid splash against her hand. With the realization she had brought Gabby to orgasm, she let her own spring forth and lost herself in the bliss that enveloped her.
Trish lay still, her cheek on Gabby’s hip. The last of the aftershocks faded away, and her breathing slowed. She sighed contently and pulled herself to a seated position at the end of the sofa. Monica was kneeling on the floor at her feet. She looked over at Gabby who lay still, her eyes closed, and breathed softly.
“Do you think I did good?” She asked Monica.
“Good, and then some.”
“I’ll second that,” Gabby said, opening her eyes, and giving Trish a broad smile. “Come here you. I need to kiss that pretty mouth.”
Trish smiled and giggled. She rested on top of Gabby, their mouths meeting in a languid kiss.
“I don’t know about you two, but I could use some water. I’ll be back in a second,” Monica said as she headed to the fridge for some bottled water.
When Monica returned, they all sat up and drank deeply from the water bottles. They chatted about what they had just happened, compared notes in a way. Trish was so thrilled at the whole thing, happy that she had been able to pleasure Gabby.
The rest of their day carried on much the same way. Really great sex with a rest period followed by more great sex. There was a lunch break in there somewhere, then more sex. Eventually, they lay sprawled on the sofa, spent, tired, and a bit sore. Well, Gabby and Monica were on the couch, Trish was sort of half on half off. Her head and shoulder rested on the floor while her ass was still on the seat cushion. She wasn’t sure who it was, but one of them, or maybe both had finished her off with a finger in her pussy and a tongue swirling her bum hole. Trish had been amazed at how strange and wonderful it had felt to have someone touch her there. It was mind-blowing. With their orgy at an end, they showered and dressed.
“So, Trish. What do you think?” Monica asked a short time later as they vegged on the coach. “Glad I taught you about sex?”
Trish glanced at Monica and Gabby with a raised eyebrow. She was joking, right? “Fucking right I am,” she said and instantly blushed at her use of the f-word.
Monica and Gabby laughed. “Then I guess there will be a repeat performance in the future,” Gabby said.
“I hope so,” Trish said with a giggle.
Let’s see what happens in Chapter Five!