Watch and Learn [MFF][Voyeur]

Joan wants to learn, and is convinced to watch Faerval with another woman.

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Joan needed more lessons. But being shy acts as a hindrance to the things that you want sometimes. She’d had several more ideas and one evening approached Faerval with a small borrowed library book. He’d listened patiently as she flushed and stumbled her way through it all before stopping her.

“You seem nervous.” The elf smirked. It was adorable when she was nervous, reduced to a blushing wiggling mess by reading about sex positions. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of her, see her nipples pressing through her shirt and see her rub her thighs together. She had no idea how pretty she was. But she’d been waiting to him to recognize her feelings.

“I’m nervous…. I need- maybe…. maybe you can show me? With- with another- with someone else?” She covered her mouth. *Filthy*.

“Is that what you want? Because I certainly wouldn’t mind…” He leaned over the arm of his chair and brushed her hair with his lips. “I even have someone in mind. A pretty girl who’s a natural, playful sweetheart.” His mind wandered to her- a red haired elf with a pussy sweet as honey and a grin like a cat that had gotten into cream. Nothing like the shy, overwhelmed Joan who he could reduce to squirming with a hand between her legs. In fact Pasha made a point of edging herself and playing games. How long could she go? How much could she take? How far could she push herself until she was riled up and pounced him? He loved that- watching her build herself up over a week then wildly fuck him, messy and laughing until she screamed out an orgasm.

But now Joan was leaning her forehead against his, taking comfort from him. “I-I think that could work.” She whispered. She yelped as he licked her ear and whispered back.

“See you tonight sweetheart.” *Sweetheart* made her knees weak and her entire day was consumed with thoughts of his gentle hands fingering her and filling her mouth. Every class from Theory of Magic to her Elemental Magic Practice was ruined. She prayed her arousal wasn’t just leaking off her in a stream of pheromones or running down her thighs. It certainly felt like it. The second she went back to her dorm after dinner (not that she could eat a damn thing), she laid on her back, hands down her skirt until she came in a shuddering mess.

She had just gotten around to licking her dripping, creamed fingers off when Faerval opened her door. She paused with her lips on her knuckles.

His mouth dropped open and his cock stirred in his pants. “Oh- uh… I didn’t know I was interrupting. You sure you only want to watch? You can join, you can.”

She shyly shook her head as she popped off her fingers slowly. “I’m happy with myself right now.”

“Damn… well, she’ll be here in a minute so…” He jerked his head towards his own room. Joan followed him, and he swallowed deeply as she kept licking her fingers. She really must not know how hot that was- deep red streaked with juices, the little licks to her lips… “Sit here in the arm chair.” A velvet chair was waiting for her, and the room was already warm. “You sure?” He asked her again, searching for consent in her body language and her face.

She nodded. “I’m sure. I want to learn.” She settled in. “You make everything so comfortable and pleasant.” His eyes softened and he kissed her forehead.

“How could I not? I’m a whore, but I’m a gentleman all the same, my dear.” His erection brushed her knees as he stood and she thought she might drool. The weight of it in her mouth…. mmmm she was already hot again.

Faerval settled into his own chair near hers, picking up a textbook and at least pretending to read it. She calmed herself by watching him. He was so cool and effortless. Hard as a rock, yet still there reading away. Blonde hair draped over tan pecs and abs…. that handsome V… She was shoved out of her thoughts by the door creaking open.

Now Joan didn’t like women… but the effortless heated grace of this red haired elf slinking across the floor to plant her hands on Faerval’s thighs and kiss him deeply made a bolt of heat sink into her pussy.

She was petite like Joan but lithe and muscular with red curls down to her shoulders. Her lush lashes curled against her cheeks as she moaned into the other elf’s mouth. “You know I love an audience and I’ve been edging myself all damn week…. You know exactly what I like.” She whispered, loudly enough that Joan could hear.

The two elves stared at each other for a moment without a thought for Joan. Tension hung between them, and then they were all over each other, stripping clothing off until they stood laughing and nude in the firelight.

A thrill went through Joan as the woman bit Faerval’s chest with a flash of white teeth. He moaned and threw his head back. “Pasha, holy gods, you’re worked up.” He moaned again deep in his throat as her hands pumped his velvet cock up and down. She pulled him to the bed like a dog on a leash, then pushed him onto his back.

“Seven hells I’m worked up.” She agreed. When she came close to him and bent down, Joan could see her pink slit gleaming with arousal, her clit just peaking out. She looked far too tiny for Faerval to fit into. But Joan had thought that about herself.

His large hand between the other elf’s thighs made both women moan and roll their hips to get that sweet stimulation. He dipped a finger into Pasha and shuddered at the smooth, feverish, interior. She trembled with a false sort of orgasm.

Joan gasped softly and slipped a hand down flat against her wet slit. Faerval flexed his bicep a little, warning Pasha, then with a finger still inside of her lifted her up. Her toes barely touched the ground and her whole weight rest directly on her clit cradled in his palm. He shakily moved her up and down this way- impressive, Joan thought- until she raised a hand to make him stop. Her legs looked like a foal’s as she climbed on the bed next to him. “You can’t make me cum in a minute. No fun.” She scolded and brushed his blonde hair out of his face. With a giggle she kissed all over his cheeks and nose and ears. “I need you inside of me big man, come on, up on the pillows.”

Faerval did as he was told and she practically leapt on top of him. Astride his stomach she ground down. She seemed so desperate, unable to stop herself. Joan was somehow surprised to find herself wet as she slipped a finger in, past that ring of muscle to the slick, soft interior. She pumped in rhythm with Pasha’s grinding. She watched hungrily as the elf ground her ass back against Faerval’s throbbing cock. The rhythm made her blood pound. She watched in awe as Pasha lifted herself, grabbed Faerval’s cock in her hand, and rubbed it up and down her slit. Joan rubbed up and down as well, fascinated. Her lips formed an “O” as Pasha sank down until she was fully hilted and stretched around that dick, ass pressed to Faerval’s thighs.

Both elves shook a little, and Pasha gathered herself. “I’m going to fuck myself until I cum all over you, writhing around and pulsing with your dick inside of me.” Faerval moaned and bucked up deeper somehow.

Joan moaned out loud as she felt pleasure building. With every bounce of Pasha’s hips she rubbed herself harder and faster. The red haired girl threw her head back and let herself go wild, fucking herself relentlessly, chest heaving and eyes shut in ecstasy. Her small breasts rose and fell in ragged beats as she went down and pushed herself up in a stuttering rhythm. “I’m so close, Faerval, help me!” She groaned incoherently.

“Gods, of course, darling. I’ve got you. When you’re done I’m going to fuck that pretty hole of yours until you come again on me.” He promised wildly, then gripped under her thighs to lift her up and down. The way she slammed down, the smack of flesh on flesh, it all seemed painful, but Joan couldn’t stop herself. The way Pasha’s pussy lips gripped his cock… how her back visibly flexed as she kept her balance and allowed the internal stretch. Her begging was so loud it was all Joan could think of. “Gods, please, fuck me hard, I need to come, I need it so bad, go, go go go go!” Pasha’s next string of expletives was moaned out as she arched back, a lean line of spasming muscle.

Faerval pushed her down on his cock as her legs twitched wildly. Joan could see the pulse of those lips and the thought of the waves of pleasure running through Pasha took her nearly to the knife edge of her own orgasm.

Gasping the red hair elf fell forward and a spot of drool hit her partner’s chest. “Good boy…. good… now make me come again.” She panted out as she laid her head down.

Now Joan could see his cock filling her up, dwarfing her slit. He slowly drew out and the emptiness made Joan whine. The push back in stretched Pasha again and all three moaned in unison. Slick arousal slid around his member. He slowly picked up speed. Joan did too. Watching him fuck her slick, loose pleasured hole, hearing her moan with over stimulation…. seeing her limp against his chest…. He held her safely and tightly but used her body as a place to sheathe his cock. To be on top of a man, body alive with pleasure and floating in bliss from orgasm, then to be used as a hole for him to fuck up into… oh the thought made her come. A pretty cherished toy, that was what she wanted. To be taken care of and taught and adored and petted and *fucked* she thought as she came through her fingers and shuddered with awe and pleasure.

Pasha had come weakly at the same time, fluttering around his dick as he stroked her over stimulated walls. He kept going through it all, until he plunged as deep as he could go. He released so much cum it leaked out and dripped onto the bed. Eventually his dick softened and slipped away and Pasha’s stretched pussy fluttered a bit.

Joan was spent now- who knew you could come *twice!* She watched them pant as they lay together and then both look at her shyly. They laughed in unison when they saw here there with her hand down her skirt and mouth open.

Pasha rises on shaky legs and gets dressed. “Glad you enjoyed your lesson.” She waves before she heads out, reeking of sex and sweat.

Once she’s truly come down, Joan stands. “Thanks for… for this.” She stands over him and kisses his cheek chastely.

“You can stay and cuddle…” He whispers with hopeful eyes.

She hesitated for a moment but then agreed. Climbing up on the bed, she curled next to him until she fell asleep to dreams of fucked out elves.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rc7ixh/watch_and_learn_mffvoyeur