**Writer’s Note:**
Hi again folks, thanks for the continued interest!
For any who might need a break from the boobies, there’s less adult nursing in this set of chapters. Chapters 8 and 9 feature Anais, but then 10 and 11 are from a different character’s perspective. You’ll meet Madison.
I wanted to give you another glimpse into Marco’s perspective, but the post was too long. You’ll hear from him next time.
This set of chapters has more dialogue and more non-sexy parts. You’ll learn more about the house and the characters’ personalities. I’d like to caveat that these characters have their own opinions that may or may not reflect my own. There are also more characters to come, so if the perspectives seem one-sided, the story will balance out in the future.
A final note: Rebecca is now named Elise. I updated her name in my previous post.
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# Chapter 8
*Anais*
The next fortnight looks much like the beginning of our trip. Vanessa and I travel to different events of varying sizes and activities. I see many repeat customers and meet some new ones. While we fly, I pump my milk into bottles to send to children’s hospitals. Vanessa briefly suckles a few times, but she focuses mostly on her work. I’ve always admired her endurance and poise. However, as I mentioned, she is mortal. She needs time to rest.
She opens the door to a cozy hotel room. We’ve spent many nights here, just the two of us, to give her time to relax and refresh herself. The hotel staff has already drawn a warm bath and lit candles.
I believe she booked three days, but she usually only needs a day and a h–
She collapses to the ground.
“Vanessa.” I rush toward her.
She has been tired before, but this is the first time she has collapsed. I sit her on the sofa, and I whisper to her as I remove her clothes. I want her to stay conscious. I hold her upright as we walk into the bathroom and slide her into the tub. She sighs as I remove my dress. I slide behind her in the tub, rest her head in the crook of my shoulder, and place my nipple on her lips.
She still lays limp, so I swirl my nipple around her lips. “Sweetheart, suckle. It’s good for you.”
She opens her mouth, and I place my nipple on her tongue and squeeze out some of my milk. I know she loves the taste. Thankfully, she sucks my breast into her mouth and begins to suckle.
I sigh in relief. I make us comfortable in the tub and let her quietly suckle. She is weak, so I squeeze some more breast milk into her mouth.
When she’s full, I lay her between my legs and gently stroke her clitoris. Her back rests on my large breasts, and I rest my cheek on the side of her head.
I gently roll her nipple between my fingers. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have paid more attention. Does this feel good?”
She slowly nods and opens her legs farther. I stroke her gently until she shakes and comes.
Next, I bathe her. Then she suckles until there is no wax left for the candles. I dry her, and then I guide her into the plush bed we’ve shared many times. She takes my breast into her mouth and suckles until she falls asleep.
She rests while the sun rises and eventually sets, switching between sleeping and suckling. A few times I gently lick her clitoris and caress her petals. She sighs while I suck her wetness. She begins to suckle late in the second night of our stay, and I am so at peace from caring for her, I fall asleep.
I wake to the sensation of an eager tongue on my clitoris. When I open my eyes, the bed comforter is high in the air, draped over Vanessa’s bottom. I know she’s feeling better by how enthusiastically she licks me with her strong tongue. I sigh and lift the bed covers off of us. Vanessa smiles at me from between my legs. Her hair is wild, and her eyes twinkle in that familiar, arousing way.
I open my legs wider to allow her to explore. She sucks my dripping petals and wets her cheeks with me. Then she situates herself on top of me and lowers her beautiful petals to my mouth. I happily kiss them and lick them as she kisses and licks mine.
I gently pull apart the cheeks of her buttocks and swirl my tongue around her anus. She moans and lowers her hips so I have easier access. We continue to lick and kiss each other’s sensitive areas for quite some time. The shadows in the rooms shift as the sun rises and begins to set.
Vanessa asks me to rub my sex against hers. She lays on the bed, and I sit in the “scissor”-ing position, as she describes. I slowly rub my wet sex against hers. I swirl it and rub it so our petals touch and sensuous juices mix together. Vanessa sighs and fondles her breasts. I have to be careful when I’m on top of Vanessa. She is much thinner than I am. I believe I might squish her if I am careless. But the fact that I have to pay special attention arouses me more. There is something erotic about restraint.
Vanessa and I sigh and share our juices until the sheets beneath us are wet. I love having slow intercourse. It’s more soothing and restorative than hot, hard sex. However, that’s always fun. I enjoy slow intercourse also because it usually produces quite strong orgasms. Vanessa and I both come at the same time. After we stop shaking, I lay next to her. We kiss until the sun sets. Then she suckles to sleep.
The next morning she is more lively than ever. She rushes me to get ready and move on to our next event.
# Chapter 9
*Anais*
This event is with a regular group who enjoy exhibitionative sex. I lay on a small bed in the middle of an empty room. The room is dark except for a soft spotlight over the bed. One person joins me on the bed at a time. Sometimes we have sex. They always suckle. The others watch in chairs around the bed. They usually start by touching themselves as they watch us on the bed. As the event progresses, many are often with each other while they wait to be with me. The soft suckling on the bed is usually drowned out by the lovemaking sounds in the audience.
This group is one of the more organized of my clients. It is an organization that began over 100 years ago. Over time, members have recruited others and then retired or passed away. This group is also slow to satisfy, so our events usually last a couple of days. This time is no different.
Vanessa and I continue our journey into a few months. I am away from home for six months a year. I have enough waitlisted clients to work for the whole year, but I miss my husband and my family.
At the start of month four, Vanessa and I join a group of Japanese businessmen on a corporate trip. Since we are their guests, they treat us to a full Japanese welcome. They fill our bellies with wonderful food and drink, and shower us with entertainment. I enjoy this time with them. It’s a refreshing change from my usual experiences with mortals.
I do, however, adore our usual experiences. Eventually, the Japanese businessmen and I begin our event. Japanese men love suckling, more than any other culture I know, so we spend a considerable amount of time together. They are hungry and adept at sucking out my milk.
We share our time in a penthouse suite. The men spend individual time with me—some in a bedroom, another out on the balcony, one in the bath—but they enjoy relaxing with each other while they wait. They drink, smoke, watch sports, and play games. Many spend almost an entire day with me, so some men even leave for work and return. At the end, they are all smiling and laughing from their bellies, and so am I.
Vanessa’s boyfriend, David, joins us on our next flight. There is a large bed in the back of the plane for Vanessa to sleep. The three of us join each other naked on the bed. Vanessa and David each suckle on one of my breasts. David lets me stroke his hair while he suckles, but nothing else. He enjoys suckling, like every other mortal I’ve met, but he wants to be intimate with no one but Vanessa. He accepts that Vanessa is bisexual, and he trusts and respects me enough to approve my intimacy with her. He knows that I will never steal her heart.
After David and Vanessa are full and happy from suckling, I leave them to enjoy each other after their long absence. As I pump from the front of the plane, I hear their intimate noises and their laughs.
I stop pumping and look at my schedule. I sigh. Six more weeks until I see my husband.
# Chapter 10
*Madison*
The Uber drives away as I sling my backpack over my shoulder. Wow. A royal-sized mansion towers over me. Talia had said the house was big. She didn’t say it was this big.
Talia squeals as she rushes out the front door with her arms outstretched. Even though this is the first time I’ve seen her race toward me in nothing but a short kimono, she seems exactly the same. On fire. Unlike me—like calm water. Our mothers used to say we were the perfect balance for each other. By the look of this house, Talia has invited me to something extraordinary. I’ll need some of her fire to get me through whatever it is.
She jumps into my arms. “You’re here! I’m so happy to see you!”
I try to ignore her hard nipples on my chest when I hug her back. “I’m happy to see you, too.”
The most handsome man I have ever seen walks out the front door.
Talia looks into my eyes. “Maddy? Did you hear what I said?”
I blink out of my daze. “Hm?”
Talia’s eyes sharpen with knowing. She turns toward the man and waves, so high that the kimono raises over her butt. “Marco!”
He somehow becomes more handsome when he smiles.
Talia leans toward me and says through her smile, “Literally divine, right?”
I nervously laugh through my smile. Men that beautiful can’t be trusted. What has she gotten herself into?
He outstretches his hand and says with a voice like molten chocolate, “Hi Madison. Nice to meet you.”
I stiffly shake it. “So what number is Talia? Fifty? Seventy-five?”
Talia hisses below her breath, “Don’t do this already.”
Marco responds cryptically, “Math wasn’t my best subject.”
He reaches for my suitcase, but I pick it up with an unapologetic grimace.
Marco looks at me like he’s seen my reaction before. He puts his hands behind his back and gentilly dips his head. “I’ll let you get settled. Welcome, Madison.”
He walks back toward the house, and Talia sings after him, “Thank you, Marco!”
She whips her head toward me with a disapproving scowl. “Why were you so rude?”
“Because you told me to show up at this house with no explanation, you run out looking like you’ve been having sex all day, and then”—I wave toward the front door—“he walks out. How old is he? Thirty-five? Forty?”
She shyly tucks her hair behind her ear. “Well…”
“And how old are we?”
“Twenty-five… But—”
I’ve heard enough. “What are you, his mistress?”
“No!”
“Then what are you?”
She crosses her arms and turns away. “It’s complicated.”
I heavily sigh. “Does he have a wife?”
She bites her lip and avoids my gaze.
“He does?”
Laughter sounds from the side yard, and two naked women prance by. I can’t stop myself from asking, “Are you in some kind of harem?”
“You mean like his sex slave? No!” She covers her eyes. “I thought you, of all people, would be open-minded about this. I thought you’d have enough faith in me to not jump to the absolute worst conclusions as soon as you got here.” She takes a deep breath and looks up to keep her tears from falling. “It’s different, yeah. But it’s not wrong. It’s…” She frustratedly shrugs. “It’s fun, okay?” She turns to me. “It’s fun, and it’s special. You will never experience anything else like this. It’s, like, history’s best-kept secret, and I wanted to share it with you.” She sniffles. “You are my best friend. I want to give you something unforgettable.”
I look at my feet, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry that I got defensive. I’ll stay.”
She wipes her eyes. “You owe me a gigantic hug. The best hug you’ve ever given.”
I smile and give her the best hug I can.
After our embrace, I ask, “Can you be patient with me? This is a lot to take in.”
She nods. “I will.”
I let her take my suitcase, and then we walk inside.
I feel like I’m in Louis XIV’s court. It’s not a mansion. It’s a palace.
As Talia leads me down a long hallway, she explains, “Food and recreation are on the first floor. Sleeping rooms are on the second floor, and… other rooms are on the third floor. Everything’s a little different depending on which part of the house you’re in.”
“Which part are we in?”
“The east wing. We like to say that the east wing is for Marco, the west wing is for Anais, the north side is for admin, and the south side is for everyone.”
I have a lot of questions, but my first is, “Who is Anais?”
“Marco’s wife.”
“They have separate wings?”
She nervously laughs as she turns a corner. “It’s just a generalization. It’s not like they live apart. It’s just more… activities with her happen in the west wing. Same goes for Marco in the east wing.”
“‘Activities’ meaning…?”
She opens a bedroom door. “I’ll just say this is a co-ed house.”
I follow her inside and ask, “Can you be more specific?”
She throws up her hands. “Sex, Madison. All kinds of people have sex in this house. Everywhere. All the time. There. I admitted it. You happy now?”
My face feels hot. I quickly shut the door. “There are other guys here?”
She nods and puts my suitcase on her king-sized bed. She starts searching through my clothes and huffily laughs. “But you might be less interested in them after you sleep with Marco.”
“What?”
She winces. “I mean, if you want to.”
I take a deep breath. My hands are gripping my backpack straps, but my mind wanders back to the sunshine in his hair. “How… How do you know he’d want to?”
She grumbles as she starts tossing my clothes out of my suitcase. “Because he sees that you’re beautiful, and lovable, and special. He sees that in everyone.”
She defends herself against my silence. “I’m not brainwashed. It’s true. You’ll see.”
I gulp. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Everyone understands that here. We respect each other.”
She smiles and walks away from my suitcase. She rubs my shoulder. “This place is about being comfortable.” She looks over the outfit I’m wearing. “Speaking of, you have nothing to wear.”
“What do you mean? This is comfortable.” I pat my t-shirt and jeans.
She condescendingly-but-lovingly sighs, “Oh, Maddy.” She slides my backpack off my shoulders. “If you stay here long enough, you’ll be more comfortable naked than in anything else.”
My sex pulses with an urgency I’ve never experienced.
Talia opens her closet and pulls out another kimono. She presents it to me. “Like it?”
I look at it in horror. “It’s so short.”
“It’s longer than the one I’m wearing.”
“That isn’t encouraging.”
She sighs. “Just try it on. Please?”
I take a deep breath, then take it into the bathroom.
I undress without looking in either of the large mirrors in the bathroom. The silk robe slides against my skin. The cool fabric creates goosebumps and perks my nipples. The hem rests just above my knees.
Talia knocks. She peeks her head in. I nervously smile. She smiles as she walks inside. She ruffles up my hair a bit, then tells me to look in the mirror.
I face myself in the mirror. My posture is a little straighter and my eyes are a little brighter. I don’t see “me,” in the mirror, but I’m willing to try this woman out this afternoon.
# Chapter 11
*Madison*
When I join Talia back in her bedroom, she has neatly hung up my clothes next to hers in her closet.
We sit on her large, plush bed, and she leans over to her bedside table. I ignore how her kimono slides up over… everything.
She picks up a small metal container. It’s ornate like the rest of the palace. She lifts the lid, pulls out a little white pill, and then presents it to me with a smile.
I sigh and pinch between my eyes. “Drugs? Really? How is this not shady?”
She sharply responds, “You’ll want to take one. They prevent STDs and pregnancy.”
I peek at her, curious but still skeptical. “That’s impossible.”
She shrugs. “No one I’ve met has had any issues.”
Okay. I could take one and see what happens. Talia is still alive and healthy, so one pill shouldn’t kill me. If things get weird, I’ll just let the drug pass through my system and then leave. Or I could leave now. But then I’d abandon Talia.
Talia looks like the saddest puppy, and I know I’ve hesitated for too long.
She shyly whines, “Can you just trust me? Please?”
I take a deep breath. I guess I could die at twenty-five. I’ve lived a decent life. Maybe reincarnation is real. I’d like to try again.
She hands me a glass of water. I take the pill, put it in my mouth, and swallow.
It’s been about thirty seconds, and I’m not dead. No noticeable cognitive impairment. Nothing itches or burns.
Talia beams, “See? Perfectly fine. Now you’re protected for six months.”
I huff, but I shrink into my shoulders when she glares at me.
In true Talia fashion, she quickly lets go of her anger. She looks to the ceiling and muses, “What will we do first?”
My heart starts to race. Is this the drugs?
My body gets hotter as she thinks aloud. “Maybe we’ll have you watch first. Is there anything you don’t like to watch?”
My mouth is dry. “What do you mean?”
“Threesomes, anal, gay sex…?”
My sex pulses at the thought of watching all three of them. Am I feeling the drugs, or am I just… turned on?
I shrug.
She squeaks and takes my hand. “Okay, let’s go.”
Suddenly, we’re running down a hallway.
As we ascend a stairway, she wiggles her eyebrows. “Let’s see if we can find Marco.”
I grab the handrail to keep my knees from buckling.
We reach the top of the stairs, and then she takes off. She tugs my hand as she hustles down hallways and around antique furniture. Our bare feet don’t make a sound on the soft carpets. Soon she comes to a wall. She smiles at me with twinkling eyes and opens a hidden door.
We step into a narrow, dimly lit passageway. Talia takes me down a well-worn carpet, farther and farther away from the hidden door. She looks into small cubbies on each side of the passageway as we pass them until she gasps and pulls me into one.
I whisper, “Where are we?”
Smiling, she points at a small hole in the wall. “Look.”
A petite woman wearing a modest white dress stands in front of Marco, who’s sitting on a cushioned bench at the end of a large, plush bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt and relaxed khakis.
I whisper to Talia, “Who’s that?”
“Elise,” she says as she peeks through another hole in the wall. “I’m so glad you get to see her.”
“Can they hear us?”
Talia shakes her head. “No. We’re too far away. And I heard this passageway is soundproof.”
“Do they… know that we’re watching them?”
“They know there are voyeur holes in the room, so they know someone could be watching them.”
“Can you look into every room?”
“No. Only some of them. There’s a whole code about the rooms. I’ll tell you about it later.”
Elise stands between Marco’s legs and lets him place his large hands on her hips. His fingers run along the curves of her waist and her torso. His thumb even brushes against the bottom of her breast. I wonder why Talia wants me to watch her. She looks so prude, she’s even wearing thick white stockings. I was expecting whips and chains.
“She seems… sweet.”
Talia has her eye glued to the hole. “Oh yeah. She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met, but she’s ruthless in bed.”
She strokes Marco’s cheek.
“Sorry, what? She’s dressed like Sandy from Grease.”
“No, she tortures him.” Talia sounds like she’s getting off from just explaining. “See her lift her leg onto Marco’s thigh? She wants him to take off her stocking, and I bet…”
He slowly runs his hand up her calf and over her knee. He pushes the hem of her dress up her thigh, and a black strap of a garter belt appears.
“I knew it. She never wears stockings without a garter belt. Now he has to unclip the belt and take off her stocking.”
Talia’s quiet as Marco removes the stocking from Elise’s leg. As she puts her other leg onto his thigh, Talia narrates, “Now he knows he has to do the same thing with her other leg. He has to feel the thick stocking around it and make sure he doesn’t pinch her when he undoes the clip. He’s rewarded when he takes off the stocking—he can feel her smooth, naked skin—but he knows he has to take off the belt. With each step, he realizes there are more steps.”
Elise elegantly pulls her dress over her shoulders and reveals the rest of her black lace lingerie—a fluffy garter belt, intricately patterned panties, and a complicated bra. Straps span her chest, and one ties around her neck.
Talia whispers, “You see that Mario’s breathing heavier? Look at his chest. He sees everything he has to remove to get her naked. And he knows that she won’t get onto the bed until she’s completely naked.”
She rests her hand on his shoulder, and he feels her newly exposed skin. He lingers at the hem of her panties. Then he feels the frilly black lace of her garter belt. His fingers travel down her mound, but she takes his wrist before they touch her clit.
Talia huffs a laugh. “He knows she won’t let him touch her there until they’re on the bed, but he tries every time.” She shakes her head. “Men.”
Marco’s breathing heavies as he removes her garter belt and her panties. Her sex is right in front of his face, but apparently he can’t touch it.
She slowly straddles him and sits on his lap, keeping her crotch far away from his. She leans forward and touches his cheek like she’s going to kiss him. He opens his mouth and tilts up his chin to accept her, but she hovers her lips an inch away from his. He waits for her.
Talia muses, “I wonder if she’ll kiss him. Sometimes she does, but sometimes she doesn’t.”
This is starting to sound like torture. I want them to bang it out like rabbits already.
She kisses him. It’s closed-mouthed, but he reacts like she’s given him the breath of life. He pulls her hips to his and presses them against him, but she puts two fingers on his lips and shakes her head. She scooches back and presents her chest to him. He still has to remove her bra.
Marco slowly runs his fingers across the lace and straps on Elise’s bra, and Talia says, “She’s never shown me this one before, and by the looks of it, I don’t think Marco has seen it before either.”
My body feels hot under Talia’s kimono. It seems like Marco’s hands are perfectly shaped for fondling women. His palms are large enough to cup Elise’s breasts, and his fingers are adept enough to feel every intricate stitch in the lace. Even though I’m still not sure if he’s a shallow womanizer, I wouldn’t mind being in Elise’s place.
I ask, “How do you know he hasn’t seen it before?”
“He doesn’t know how to take it off.”
I reposition my eye by the peephole to get a better look. “What do you mean?”
“See where he’s concentrating his hands? He had them on her back, but now they’re between her breasts. He’s looking for the clasp.”
I notice how the tips of his thumbs and index fingers press on the soft lace as if they’re looking for hard metal.
“And Elise never gives him help. Every time, she just strokes his hair while he looks for it. She told me he likes to find it himself.”
I’ll shove a gold coin up my vagina if that means he’ll go look for it.
I rapidly blink. Did I just think that?
Talia gasps. “He found it.”
He gently unhooks a clasp between Elise’s breasts, but the bra doesn’t fall.
“He has to undo the strap around her neck.”
His hands slide behind her neck, but the strap doesn’t come undone. Elise mischievously smiles. He rests his hands on her naked shoulders while he looks over the straps on her bra. She strokes his cheek, but he looks so concentrated on his task, I doubt he notices.
I worry that he’ll never find it until suddenly his fingers rush toward a central strap that connects the others. He presses a decorative bow between his fingers, and the entire bra loosens. He lets it fall and then grabs her in a tight embrace.
She smiles as he eagerly kisses her and unrestrainedly feels all over her naked body. He takes her breast into his mouth and my sex pulses.
He scoops her up in his arms, and I breathe, a little dumbfounded, “I never knew you could use lingerie like that.”
“Right?”—he gently lays Elise on the bed–“You don’t just look at it and then rip it all off. It’s about control. He has to have enough restraint to take it off without ripping it or hurting her.”
My voice is husky. “And she has to have enough restraint to keep herself from ripping it all off.”
He pulls his shirt over his head, and my sex clenches. It’s like he was sculpted from clay. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
I have to cross my legs when he removes his pants and boxer briefs. I could have sex with that guy?
Elise lazily lays on the bed and watches him undress like she’s familiar with the site. I bet she is.
She keeps her legs closed when he crawls on top of her. They finally kiss—really kiss—and I might need to find a quiet place alone soon. Their kiss is slow and full, and simmering with passion. It’s the perfect French kiss.
“Can you, um… Learn how to kiss like that?”
“Oh yeah. Marco will teach you.”
A vision of him laying on top of me and murmuring instructions in my ear flashes across my mind. Shit. I don’t care if it’s the drugs. I’m hot. I’m horny. And it’s only noon.
Soft sounds come from Elise as he kisses her neck and collarbone. Her fingers brush along his toned arm while he lightly kisses around her breast. She gasps when he takes it into his mouth, and she holds his head against her. He tries to slide two fingers between her legs, but she shifts and denies him entrance.
“Oh, God. He has to ask.”
I peek at Talia. Her hairline is wet with sweat.
He murmurs something to Elise, but she doesn’t open her legs.
Talia grumbles, “Oh, come on. You know that never works. You know what you need to say.”
“Do you know what he’s saying?”
“Yeah. I’ve gotten better at reading lips here.”
I smile and roll my eyes. “Talia, you can’t be serious.”
She laughs. “It’s a valuable skill here. If you don’t like it, then I won’t tell you what he’s saying.”
“No!”—I blush—“Tell me. Please. I’m sorry.”
She smiles. “So he said”—she drops her voice to a sensual whisper—“Baby, open your legs for me.” She rolls her eyes. “He always starts with something patronizing like that. Obviously it doesn’t work.”
We look back through our voyeur holes. He’s flirtatiously smiling as he swirls the tip of his finger around Elise’s mound.
Talia narrates, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” He lightly kisses her cheek, then leans to her ear. “You want my fingers inside of you?” Elise starts lightly grinding her mound against his hand. “You want me to play with your sensitive sex? Let me play. Open your legs.”
He slides his fingers to the bottom of her mound, but she keeps her legs shut tight.
He hangs his mouth an inch away from hers, like she did before. “Elise” — I feel myself getting wetter when I imagine him whispering my name in my ear — “Open your legs.”
Elise is breathing heavily, but she keeps her legs closed.
Finally, he says, “Please.”
Elise opens her legs, and he kisses her as he slides his fingers inside of her. She whines, and I desperately want to whine with her.
Her legs fall open wider while he slides his long fingers in and out of her. I can see them glistening with her wet juices all the way over here. He watches her sigh and her body react to his motions. Her eyes close. Her hips rock. Her back arches. Her fingers grab the sheets. I want to feel the way she feels, and I want him to be the cause of it.
I have to brace myself against the cubby wall when he puts his mouth between her legs. I feel sweaty and humid while he immerses himself in her sex. He makes her make noises that are soft and arousing. Her breath hitches when he presses his mouth harder against her, presumably consuming more of her with his lips and tongue. My thighs slide against each other because they’re slicked with my gooey arousal. I want to feel his tongue swirl around my clit. I want his fingers wet with me.
He crawls on top of her and centers himself. My pussy clenches in anticipation, and it pulses when Elise gasps as he slides inside of her. I don’t know how she doesn’t cry out. She softly whimpers as he attentively thrusts, and she cups his cheek in her hand. I want to whine and touch myself. I don’t know what will happen if I can’t do it soon.
Talia breathes, “I’m sorry. Do you mind?” She looks at me desperately with her hand tucked under her kimono.
Without hesitation, I slide my hand into my kimono and breathe, “Only if I can.”
She gasps and starts masturbating. Then I gasp and start masturbating. I slide a finger inside of me.
The silk of her kimono moves as she moves her hand. I want it to fall open so I can see what she’s doing. Is she rubbing her clit? Are her fingers inside of her? She stares at my naked shoulder. The kimono slipped off it, and now my breasts are barely hidden.
I find myself watching Talia more than looking through the voyeur hole, and she watches me. We watch our hips individually grind against our hands, and our hard nipples press against our soft robes. Her kimono falls open between her legs, and I see she has three fingers inside of herself. The sight makes me twitch. I watch her as she sees my kimono fall off my other shoulder and my breasts appear in the shadowed cubby. Her mouth hangs open, and she doesn’t look away from them. She uses her free hand to stimulate her clit. I grab my breast and fondle my nipple, knowing that she can’t look away. I don’t know why I’m teasing her. Do I want more from her? She’s my best friend. What would happen if we did more?
As if she read my mind, she asks, “We’ll still be friends, right?”
I nod and whine, “Mhm.”
Sweat glistens on her neck as she asks, “Promise?”
I nod again and open my arms.
She rushes to me and kisses me, and my body explodes with heat. We earnestly kiss, and it feels like we’ve been doing it for a decade. We both gasp when she presses her mound against mine. It’s like electricity.
She grinds against me while we kiss. Our whimpering fills the cubby, and I cry out when she takes my breast into her mouth. She sucks it and slides her finger in and out of me, and it isn’t long until I’m shaking. When she doesn’t stop, I shake again.
I push her to the other side of the cubby and get on my knees. We stare at each other for a brief moment as we silently acknowledge what I’m about to do, another line I’m going to cross. I’ve never eaten a girl out before, but when Talia puts her hand on my head, I don’t hesitate to shove it between her legs.
She immediately comes when I put my mouth on her. I hold her hips while she shakes and braces herself against the wall. Once she calms, I slide my tongue between her slit and taste my first pussy — her pussy.
Her skin is soft and covered in a tangy gooey liquid. I taste it while I explore. There’s so much to experience between her legs. I lightly suck on her folds and glide the tip of my tongue between each of them. I use my fingers to open her wider and lick up her pussy in search of her clit. I know how to find mine with my fingers or a toy. Hopefully, I can find hers now.
My lips brush across a soft nub, and I assume it’s her clit when she gasps and braces herself against the wall. I familiarize myself with it by feeling its shape with my tongue. I can feel the rest of her body tense while I pleasure her sex.
My clit remembers what it’s like to be sucked. It tingles and aches. My vagina clenches and yearns for a dick inside of it. I want Marco with us. I want him gliding in and out of me while I eat out Talia. Then I want to watch him eat out Talia. I want to kiss him as she sucks his dick. I want both of them to suck on my breasts. I want Talia to hold my hand while he fucks me into oblivion. I want to touch myself while he fucks her so good that her eyes roll back into her head. I want him to stroke himself while Talia and I scissor and put on a show for him. I want to ride his dick while Talia rides his face, and then I want to switch. I want to feel his large hands on my breasts and her delicate fingers in my pussy. I want to hear Talia whine and moan, and I want to see her shake. I want to make her shake, and I want him to make her shake. I want both of them to make me shake. But I want him to finish me off. I want his perfect penis inside of me when I convulse into exhaustion.
Talia can barely stand while I lick and taste her. When I slide my finger inside of her, she shivers and her knees buckle. Her kimono brushes against my shoulders while I hold her upright as best I can with my face still between her legs.
Elise cries out. We both fumble to our voyeur holes and see her shaking on top of Marco.
Talia whimpers, “I need to finish.”
Elise climbs off of Marco before he finishes, and I wonder how I’m going to finish. I need something to watch.
When Elise walks out of the bedroom door, Talia says, “I’ll come back for you.” Then she runs out of the cubby.
I look back at Marco breathing heavily on the bed, still erect. He pulls his hair as if the pain will calm him down, but I don’t want him to calm down. I want to be able to look at his glorious dick while I finish. I rub my sensitive clit. I look at his dick, and his stomach, and the rest of his perfect body that could take me to Nirvana. God, I want him.
The bedroom door flies open and Talia calls his name. He sits up in surprise, but he accepts her in his lap with grace. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. Then she paws at his chest and whimpers words that barely make sense.
I can only make out, “I need…” over and over again, sounding more desperate each time. I feel her desperation in my sex. My yearning becomes more urgent with hers.
As if he knows exactly what she needs, Marco lays her on her back and centers himself. Talia is already gripping his shoulders. I can’t relax my clenching pussy. It feels so empty.
Talia cries out when Marco slides inside her. He has her ankles on his shoulders and her butt off the bed, so I can see him glide in and out of her. My fingers go to my clit. I want him inside of me. I want him to gently stretch me like he’s stretching her. I want him to make me shout as loud as she’s shouting like she can’t keep herself quiet.
I twitch when he turns her onto her hands and knees. She wails when he slides himself back inside her and grips the sheets. He diligently thrusts in and out of her. He watches her sob in pleasure like he knows exactly how she got there, like he’s gotten her there many times before. I pump two fingers in and out of me while I imagine what it feels like for Marco to be so familiar with me. His hands touch me in the right places with the right pressure. He knows the positions and angles that make me quake.
As he tends to her, Talia sobs, “Help me. Please. Please. I need… Please…” The pitch of her voice increases as he continues, as he brings her toward the edge.
She shouts like she’s in agony, and I whimper to hide mine. She cries his name over and over. I have never felt so humid and sticky in my life, but I love it. I love how my sex pours with longing. It makes me even hotter.
Talia’s body bucks when she comes. I watch her convulse with his hands on her hips. I want that to be me. I imagine watching myself in Talia’s place, and then I finally come. With shaking, clenching glory, I finish.
I lean against the back wall of the cubby while I catch my breath. My kimono sticks to my sweaty skin. Then I hear, “Madison?”
My body stiffens. I look through the voyeur hole and see Talia and Marco looking in my direction. She walks toward me with her open kimono flowing behind her.
Why is she walking toward me? I thought these rooms were separated. Then I see a crease around the front wall that has the voyeur holes. Is there a door? There’s no knob on this side.
My fingers are still inside of me as Talia continues toward me. What if there is a door? Does she want Marco to make me finish like he did to her? My horny fever has calmed, and I remember that it’s possible Marco is a cheating bastard. Even though Talia insists he isn’t taking advantage of her or Elise, I don’t trust him.
Talia reaches toward what I can only assume is a door handle.
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Holly shit you write so well!!! I feel like I need to be Vanessa!! Please don’t stop writing this!!