Silvia opened the door softly and observed Julia’s sleeping form. The drawn curtains filtered the light, and everything looked muted and dreamy. She set the tray on the dressing table and approached the bed.
“Julia, darling—how are you feeling?”
She watched attentively as her lover turned and opened sleepy eyes, stretching her arms and yawning. As unselfconscious as ever, the sheet fell away to reveal the soft pear shape of Julia’s breasts. Silvia caught her breath at her beauty, even in her drowsy, fevered state.
“A little better thanks. I feel thirsty like I could drink a gallon!”
Silvia laughed and stepped to the tray where a carafe of fresh water was clinking with ice. She poured out a glass and passed it to Julia, who sipped tentatively.
“Let me take your temperature,” Silvia was already shaking the thermometer with authority, placing it under Julia’s tongue.
While they waited, she straightened the covers and plumped the pillows. She removed the thermometer and studied the reading.
“Back to normal,” she smiled, “but you can have some paracetamol if your head is aching.”
“I love it when you take care of me,” Julia offered a cheeky grin, another sign of how much she’d recovered.
“Do you want to watch TV or read a book?” Silvia was still a little concerned.
“Would you read to me?” Julia asked, “Better still, tell me a sex story.”
“Your wish is my command.” Silvia smiled.
She arranged a few throw cushions against the headboard so she could be comfortable. Pausing, she studied one which sparked a memory, and a smile quirked her lips.
“How about our evening with George?”
“Ohh, that’s my favourite story,” Julia giggled, moving so that her head rested in Silvia’s lap. “We were his groupies!”
“Writing groupies,” Silvia agreed as she combed gentle fingers through Julia’s hair. Her face took on a dreamy expression. “We brought him back to our love nest and let him watch us make out.”
“Do you believe he had never seen two women making love?” Julia asked.
“Nooo, he’s a man of the world, a stallion in the bedroom. I don’t imagine we were the first lesbian couple he’d played with.”
Julia was silent, her expression thoughtful.
“But we were the best,” she stated. She popped one of Silvia’s slender fingers in her mouth and nibbled teasingly at its pad.
“Undoubtedly, we were the best. He came twice, didn’t he? I couldn’t say how many times I came; I experienced so many of those fluttering orgasms that just happened. You know, the ones you anticipate and build towards, and they do throb, but you’re left still as horny. Like your body is still saying, ‘Let’s go, I need more!’”
“Mmmm, I like them,” Julia swirled her tongue around Silvia’s digit and sucked suggestively, making it feel like she was fingering her pussy. “But George made me come big!”
“I helped,” Silvia pouted, “he couldn’t have done it without me,” She playfully pinched Julia’s nipple, making the blonde yelp and wiggle her hips in response. “I kept your engine revving with my fingers and tongue. I kept his pecker perky too.”
“Do you remember his delight when we licked him, balls to tip, me kneeling on one side and you on the other? That sure made George groan, us using our tongues to treat him like a popsicle.” Silvia stroked Julia’s hair.
“Sometimes our tongues touched when we licked over his crown and we kissed,” Julia purred. “He liked watching us French kiss. ‘Lose yourselves in each other, ladies,’ he’d say. And truthfully, that first time, I did forget he was there in the dark, taking notes.”
“It was like a dream,” Silvia agreed, “caressing you and licking your sopping pussy, putting on a show for George’s hungry gaze. Knowing that he was writing notes in his journal, I felt like a star in a hot sex show. Being aware he was recording our every move in his little black book made me crazy with need.”
“It made me feel beautiful,” Julia sighed, drawing Silvia’s hand down her body so that it skimmed her soft belly, tickled her hairless mound and hooked at the entrance to her cleft. “Touch me, Sil, please.”
Her doe eyes held a plea that Silvia was powerless to resist, so she stroked her blonde lover gently and settled in to describe their encounter.
“We had fallen asleep, but I awoke and saw George was still scribbling. He would occasionally mutter to himself or look across at our naked forms, entwined and abandoned, drunk from our fucking.
“I asked him if he liked what he saw… ‘Very much,’ he replied. But lifting his gaze to meet mine, he wore the expression of a starving man presented with a banquet or a stallion in the stalls awaiting the start of a race. Yet he looked conflicted. If the artist within was battling to suppress his virility, I was determined to tip the scales and release the beast.
“I caressed your breasts while he watched. His eyes followed my every touch as I teased… strumming your hips and buttocks softly, then more insistently until you too awoke, languorous like a cat who’s got the cream. I couldn’t leave the poor man hanging any longer… I moved to where he sat.
“When I stood behind George, my nipple grazed his arm. I was aware my body was alluring, exuding the aroma of desire. I blew on the nape of his neck, and he shuddered, then I whispered that he should stop writing about sex and come do it.” Silvia paused the story to flash her lover a wicked look, “And you, my naughty temptress, you played along perfectly… You parted your thighs to show him what he was missing. George was no fool; he set his notebook and pen aside and approached the bed.”
“He tried to handle us both together,” Julia sighed, subtly pressing her hips forward to encourage Silvia’s fingers to dip between her swollen lips.
“Yes,” Silvia agreed, taking the hint and massaging her lover’s clit before sliding two digits into her clutching channel. “While you lay on the bed, I knelt by his side, watching him frig you as he fondled my ass. You were using your bare feet to rub his cock through his trousers, which looked hot and hard. It was obvious you were eager to feel him. Your pussy was glistening with wetness.”
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“I had his pants off in a moment!” Silvia chuckled. “And while he had a hand in each of our slits, rubbing and thrusting, I got to work suckling his meat. He was mostly focused on you, my greedy girl,” she bent to kiss Julia, pushing her fingers deeper, “but when I rotated my hips he hit the spot.” She twisted her knuckle to mimic the motion, and Julia writhed and drove her pelvis upwards to embrace the sensation.
“His prick was so pretty,” Julia whimpered. She flicked out her tongue as if she could taste his salty precum. “I took him between my lips, then deep in my throat—I couldn’t get enough.” She sighed with contentment and parted her thighs for Silvia to diddle her faster.
“I was gagging for my turn, my pulse was drumming, and nectar was drooling from my pussy, but I focused on you,” Silvia recalled. “He lay you back, and I spread your legs then gobbled him deep, stretching my mouth to get him as slippery and ready as I already was. But before he could take you, I straddled your face and made you eat my snatch. I couldn’t wait a moment longer, my belly fluttering with desire, and when you thrust into me with splayed fingers and lashed me with your tongue, tendrils of pleasure wound me tightly, driving me wild. You stoked a fire in my core.”
“Ohhh baby, yes! That was hot AF!” Julia was trembling and bucking, maybe from the memory of that night, but more likely in response to the twisting and teasing of Silvia’s fingers between her thighs. “I had your big tits in my hand, massaging them roughly the way you like best. Your hot kitty was over my face, and I was begging to lick and tongue you until your juices ran down my chin.”
“Talking of juices,” Silvia sucked her fingers lasciviously, “you taste delicious.”
“Pineapples,” Julia winked, “make your honey even sweeter.”
“You’re a sexy minx,” Silvia teased, “and that’s why George fucked you first. He lined up that delicious cock, then claimed your hole, and plugged it hard.” She slid another finger deep inside, pumping her the same way.
“Aaah, that feels good,” Julia shuddered.
“I know you like it rough, and George was a quick learner. He might be cunnilingual, but always remember, eating pussy is my first language! Now I’m going to lick you till you cum, so you’d better take over the story.”
Silvia lowered herself on the bed until her head was level with Julia’s mound. She grasped her lover’s curvy hips and latched her lips onto the bud of her clit.
“I’ll try, but it’s hard to concentrate when you’re doing that,” Julia gasped.
The story fell silent as Sylvia feasted. The wet sounds of her ministrations awoke excited whimpers and moans from Juila, who grew incoherent with arousal for a few moments.
“Keep going with the story,” Silvia scolded, “Otherwise, I’ll quit licking.”
Julia snapped back to attention, and she picked up the thread. “When George pulled out, you sucked him off. That’s right, I was so envious that you were using your hands and mouth to worship the god Priapus, I scooched underneath to suck his balls and tickle his ass. He liked our double act a lot, and was saying ‘yes, yes’ and thrusting his hips between your lips and into your hand.” Julia paused, taking a breath and grabbing handfuls of Sylvia’s hair, pulling her in tighter.
“Then you moved over me, Silvia, in a sixty-nine, which gave George full access to your pussy from behind. You were munching me, the fabulous way you are doing now, darling, and using your fingers to fill me. All the while, George was plowing you like sex was an Olympic sport.”
Sylvia moved over Julia now, as she had done that night with George and worked her fingers faster, thrusting rhythmically in Julia’s pussy, simultaneously suckling and nibbling at her glistening bud.
“Ohh more,” Julia cried, thrashing her head from side to side. She widened her legs and pulsed her fingers, eager to mimic the pressure her lover was exerting. She was determined to evoke similar pleasure and make Sylvia lose control.
“Are you thinking of George’s big cock, you little strumpet?” Sylvia called over her shoulder, “You’re as juicy as a ripe peach.”
“I can’t help myself. He was like a raging bull, a supercharged love machine in every way!” Julia eventually answered, but she sounded breathless. “I was also wishing we had the nipple clamps within reach.”
The reply made Silvia squirm. Julia loved to have her nipples bitten and sucked, and doing it to her brought out the ‘top’ in Sylvia, who got off on the control. She looked around the room and saw a scarf draped over the back of a chair. She enjoyed seeing women tightly bound with shibari ropes, the intricate patterns searing their naked flesh and holding them tight. Now, the possibility of restraining her lover excited her.
She lifted her face away from Julia’s pussy and reached for the delicate, colourful accessory.
“Don’t stop,” Julia bleated, but when she saw what Silvia held, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Silvia warned, feeling predatory and powerful, winding the scarf in a figure of eight around the globes of Julia’s breasts. Then she tied the spare fabric into a loop that could be pulled to make the wrappings tighten. “Open your mouth,” she instructed before pressing the knot of the loop between her lover’s lips. “Now bite down.”
Julia did as she was instructed. Her pulse was visibly drumming in her neck, and her eyes tracked Silvia’s every movement, burning with desire.
“Lift your chin,” Silvia whispered coolly and was deeply satisfied to see Julia’s breasts perk at the pressure, her apricot nipples distended as the scarf tightened. “Stop, hold it there,” Silvia told her lover, then leaned back to enjoy the view. “Now, who’s got big tits?”
Silvia moved to kneel to the side of Julia and leaned down to draw one darkened nipple into her mouth. She suckled hard, elongating the bud, and was rewarded with a muffled groan. The increase in their sensitivity was gratifying, Silvia’s pussy felt wet and wide as she teased Julia, blowing on her damp teat as she released it. Lowering her mouth over the second aureole, she did the same thing, sucking tightly so that her tongue tingled and the bound woman moaned.
“Just how sensitive are they?” Silvia taunted ruthlessly.
She flicked her fingers tightly against the first nipple, and in response, Julia closed her eyes. When Silvia slapped the under breast sharply she noticed her lover squeezed her thighs together, so she repeated the action a few times until Julia was a hot mess, juices running from her slit and panting with need.
“A little tighter, my love, please,” Silvia instructed.
Julia raised her chin, making her ice cream cone tits jiggle and bulge. Silvia was struck with a wicked idea.
Moving to the jug of water, she scooped out a small lump of ice and used it to rub over the straining stalk of Julia’s nipple. Silvia’s eyes widened with devious satisfaction when the blonde squealed.
“It’s good for bringing down a fever,” Silvia insisted, feeling anything but innocent. Still, she dipped her hand in the jug for more pieces of ice. “I’m sure this will help,” she teased as she drew a circle around the raised nub of Julia’s clit, giggling when it caused her hips to buck off the bed.
“My fever was gone… Sylvia!” Julia exploded, “I’m gonna cum… please?”
“You may.” As she said this, Silvia slid two cold, wet fingers inside her lover’s pussy, thrusting and rubbing Julia’s G-spot while she climaxed. Her belly fluttered, and her hips pumped like a jackrabbit while a stream of incoherent words spilled out of her mouth. Julia’s channel pulsed like a heartbeat, squeezing around the invasion of Silvia’s digits.
In the moments that followed, Julia’s hand rested on her mons as if to trap the good feelings inside.
“That was something else,” she told Silvia.
“I love watching you come undone,” Silvia slid down so her head lay on Julia’s abdomen, sensing the clutches and spasms that signalled her ebbing climax.
“When you take control, Silvia … Ooof! It’s so damn sexy.”
Her breasts had returned to their normal softness, yet Sylvia couldn’t let Julia relax; she was cramping with desire, and she needed her climax just as badly.
“What did you like best that George did that night?” Julia probed Silvia’s memories.
Her mind was so clouded with need that she took a while to consider the question, causing Julia to stab at a guess.
“Did you like deep-throating his cock? When you were sucking on his meat, could you feel it pulse as you gagged and drooled? That’s something I can’t give you,” she paused, an idea appearing to form in her mind, “but we could get a strap-on if you would like that?”
Silvia realised she would indeed like that. “I can’t deny it felt good when I swallowed his length, and the crown nudged the back of my throat, almost choking me.” Sylvia recalled being facefucked by George and how she had loved it. “I also liked how it felt to grip him in my hand, pumping him so tightly. I was watching his expression, and he was gritting his teeth so as not to staff too soon.”
“You’re a power-crazed bitch, you know,” Julia laughed. “Even with a bull stud in the bedroom, you still need to be in charge?”
“Hell yeah!” Silvia laughed and received a playful smack on the rump.
“Bad girl,” Julia was trying to sound stern, but a giggle leaked through. “My bad girl.”
Sylvia picked up something feral in her tone as Julia fondled the fleshy folds of her pussy, and swept her fingers through the nectar that oozed along her slit.
“Bad girls need punishment,” she pinched Silvia’s clitoral hood.
Silvia groaned, parting her legs for more.
“Tough love Silvia, that’s the only way to break you,” her lover raised her hand and slapped Sylvia’s bald mound, creating a resoundingly wet smack sound making Sylvia’s pussy clench.
“Uh-huh,” Silvia agreed, biting her lip and spreading her thighs wider, “punishment works,” she gasped. The heat of the throbbing sensation awoke her body with burning desire.
Julia crushed her mouth against Silvia’s, passion turned ravenous, and her teeth were fierce rather than veiled; her tongue became dominant, making their kiss a battle, not a dance.
“Pinch your nipples,” Julia commanded when she finally broke the kiss. “Bruise and squeeze your tender flesh until it aches.”
She wriggled out from under Silvia and moved stealthily to cover her body, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. “Harder,” Julia urged.
As Silvia complied, Julia watched. She tugged on each nipple with tight fingers, twisting and pinching, ensuring they became as engorged as Silvia had made Julia’s earlier.
With Julia’s mons pressed against hers, Silvia’s pelvis was gyrating, so they rubbed sensuously together. Each movement was a delicious torment, and while she maintained a slow rhythm, their undulations sent sparks of desire that were impossible to resist.
“I have you in my power,” Julia told her. “I can see the wanton emotions flitting across your face.” Then she brought her head down to claim her lover’s mouth.
Julia continued to scissor Silvia, but she brushed her hands aside to alternate from one breast to the other: sometimes nips and nibbles or searing sucks interspersed with tentative licks. Silvia’s breasts became insanely sensitive to every touch. Her hips were rocking up to meet Julia’s writhing motions, and she dug her fingers into the blonde’s buttocks to bind them closer together.
“It’s happening,” Silvia gasped, dazed by the intense feeling of fireworks that began to explode deep inside, the ripples that were tightening her muscles and massaging her core. “Don’t stop!” she begged.
Julia continued to pull on her nipples, chafing the stalks between her teeth like rubbing sticks to start a fire.
Silvia started plucking at the breast that was not being sucked, her nipple distending like taffy. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking her focus to somewhere in her solar plexus where a storm was raging, with crashing waves, thunder, and lightning.
“I’m coming,” she wailed. Her desperation to claim this nipplegasm tightened her body like a bowstring and wiped her mind of coherent thoughts.
“Go for it, Silvia!” Julia encouraged, groping and massaging her breast while using two fingers to frig her. “Come undone, I’ve got you babe.” The rhythm she set was frantic, but her expression was tender, affectionate, and supportive.
Silvia bucked and writhed, even with Julia’s curvy body covering her.
“It’s too…” she gasped, her torso twitching, “too much!”
“Never too much,” Julia scolded, pushing away Silvia’s hand to tenderise that nipple between her teeth.
“Oh, oh, stop!” Silvia yelped, clamping the hand back protectively over her breast.
Her body pulsed a few times as if she was wired up to jump leads before the tension ebbed from her limbs, and she sank back onto the bed.
“The elusive nipplegasm, huh?” she said smugly as she swept Sylvia’s hair from her forehead with cool fingers. “George didn’t give you one of those.”
“You’re the only person to have ever given me one,” Silvia admitted, “But, I did enjoy our friends threesome with George.”
“Me too!” Julia moved around so that she and Silvia could enjoy post-coital cuddles. “It was one of my best nights. Can we watch the film now?”
“Wasn’t my storytelling good enough?” Silvia pretended to be wounded, even as she pressed the button to make the TV screen rise out of the footboard.
“You tell a fantastic story, Sil,” Julia placated, “But you know I drool over the girl they cast as me, she’s such a cinnamon roll. I could gobble her up.”
“Fair enough. I love watching her too.” Silvia settled back against the pillows and cushions. “The girl who acts my part is a cutie, too, but most people’s eyes are on George.”
“He is rather a stud…” Julia sighed, which earned her another playful swat from her lover.
The End
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Julia and Silvia must be step sisters in their previous life😂🤣. BTW awesome starting😍…
Lovely story as always Posy! And such a creative angle to take!