And so the deep sleep that followed after the incredible group sex that night was short but sweet. Half awake and drowsy from the images of the land of dreams I had to do a quick but silent double take of the sight before me. I stifled a yawn and willed my body not to move or shuffle or stretch out as it so desperately wanted to. Chrysler was blissfully snoozing on his armchair chair and a quiet, almost therapeutic snore emanated from the living room where Andy was asleep on the sofa. I alone was in the bed and aware of the most beautiful sight the sexual world could offer.
Fin and Yannah had drifted off to sleep in each others' arms before I had succumbed and curled up alone in my sheet on the other side of the giant king-size bed. One of the girls had obviously awakened here in the small hours and begun to enjoy the other... it was hard to tell how long it had already been going on for. My body was screaming out at me to move and I had a killer itch on my left inner thigh. I always wake with my cock hard and wanting attention, but here in that normally dark and silent place that is 6am, this time it felt like it would explode with the incredible scene before me.
The sight was so awesome the descriptive powers of a mere male could never do it justice... the hushed and self-silenced moans the girls made as they did beautiful things to each others' bodies made me envious of the sensations only their bodies could ever capable of feeling.
I lay there as silent as I could, and looked on in awe through barely-open eyelids, risking the smallest movement of my arm to be able to tweak my aching member or scratch that insatiable itch as best I could beneath the sheet without attracting ay attention. That my cock was suffering a painfully stiff erection would have been obvious to any eye shot my way... my 6 ½" length must have made a comical silhouette covered by the sheet as it stuck away from my body at way more than 90 degress.
The sight before me... Two beautiful girls doing beautiful things to each other, and all I could do was watch, listen and learn; and yet I wondered what part I could ever play in the impossible fantasy, evil in its temptation. Satan, old boy, if that's what the goods look like, the soul is up for sale, no refunds.
My mind dared imagine what went on beyond the thin yet sense-of-sight-depriving sheet by the facial expressions and tiny noises, by the shakes and shudders of the bodies, by the sudden kiss or bite or sigh or utterance by one of the other's name. Fin lay atop Yannah, obviously leading the show, and her fingers must have been playing insane games with Yannah's lovely cunny.
She smiled down at the Indian girl, a smile both loving and pretty, yet evil in its knowledge of the power she now held over her helpless lover. Her fingers were finding incredible places within, places man could never know, and touching buttons no man could ever be capable of comprehending. Yannah's tiny gasps were testament to a journey through pleasure that must have been like climbing the steps to the palace atop Mount Olympus, with mere vaginal orgasm being only barely half way up those steps.
The deep and lusty kisses they shared, the wide open mouth and tightly shut eyes Yannah had, the look of wonder in Fin's eyes looking down at the sensation-contorted face that she herself was engineering made me realize that for a woman, orgasm could only be the beginning if the obvious beyonds were explored. Yannah squirmed and squealed and breathed "oh yeah's", "I love you's" and other sweet nothings and Fin did more of whatever she was doing and it showed. Both girls heated up and the kissing became wild, animal like, Yannah burst into a sudden full-body sweat, tiny beads of liquid all over her luxurious brown skin, and she bit her lower lip hard and let out a whimper I'm sure should've been a scream. She arched her back and the sheet began to slip away, making my heart skip a beat. I had to check myself that I was not masturbating lest I was discovered watching what was clearly not for my eyes.
Yannah shuddered and then collapsed... ecstasy being a poor word to describe the unparalleled pleasure that must have ripped through her. Fin sat up atop her abdomen and the sheets were gone and I dearly hoped I didn't react in any noticeable way. I felt so powerless and yet so erotic, and had I not already had such a crazy workout the last 12 hours I surely would have found it hard not to ejaculate spontaneously there and then. Yannah's hands reached up to Fin's smaller breasts and she smiled a big smile up at her dreadlocked girlfriend as she began to toy with the flesh of the bosom and the tiny gold ring through her left nipple. Fin's hands in turn wandered down to Yannah's ample fleshy chest, and snaked a slimy trail up her neck and to her mouth. I almost gasped as Yannah tasted herself on Fin's fingers, smiling lovingly with her big red lips, sucking on each finger slowly from knuckle to tip, one by one.
Her dark hands accentuated against Fin's white body, she worked down to cup her tight buttocks and massaged that muscular peach, sneaking fingers naughtily deeper into the crack between them, still with that beautiful smile, deep brown eyes firmly locked with Fin's pale blue irises. She pulled Fin's body up her own, pulling her shaven crotch toward her head, slipping easily together through mutual sweat. Fin moved up onto her knees and willingly opened her thighs over Yannah's face.
I knew I was smiling and I couldn't fight it, just as I couldn't drag my hand away from massaging my cock with tiny movements as I stared at the most gorgeous cunnilingal moment imaginable begin. It was Fin's turn to open her mouth in a silent scream as her pleasure centres were explored with the uncanny area knowledge that can only come from experienced familiarity of your lover's body.
Yannah kissed Fin's thighs gently, slowly making her way up her white legs, lifting her head off the pillow an inch at a time as each slightly open mouthed kiss was placed closer and closer up that silky skin towards the hairless portal of pleasure. Fin fidgeted nervously and impatiently, the more so because she wasn't in control, perhaps difficult for a Domme (I wouldn't know, I am happy to lead or be led and love it either way). She whimpered and I could see her lower lip wobble as Yannah finally but barely brushed a lip against her pink labia, perhaps teasing one of those tiny golden studs Fin had pierced herself with.
Next the dreadlocked girl became a shivering wreck as she tried so hard to remain soundless and unmoving as Yannah snaked her experienced tongue into her at last, parting her moist pussy lips and making tiny catlike laps upwards and outwards, teasing something special within. Fin nearly fell forward as seconds became a minute, then several minutes, gripping the pillow in a tight fist and screwing her face up tight, exhaling loudly as Yannah licked and kissed and nibbled around and inside her sweet tight fuck-hole. Yannah's eyes were open, looking up her lover's sweating, gyrating body with a look of pleasure and satisfaction as Fin squirmed and tried not to pant too loudly. I couldn't even begin to imagine what pleasures Yannah was injecting into her girlfriend's body with her tongue... she gave amazing head I knew, even if I had felt it for a few brief minutes.
It was both strange and enjoyable seeing the self-styled bitch so powerless as her body went out of control with Yannah doing amazing things within her... I wondered how that hairless pussy would taste, and I envied Yannah in that she got to do that all the time... but I envied Fin more in that Yannah was her girlfriend. That horny hourglass of an Indian with the ruby navel stud; full round brown buttocks; great soft generous bosom; dark endless eyes; full musky tasting lips and deep, hot, dripping snatch had really cast a spell on me. And here she was, greedily eating out another woman with a skill I knew most men would be hard-pressed to obtain... instinctively knowing how to manipulate with skill and ease what the inexperienced and unadventurous male may not even know what to look for. I knew a lot about the art of 'muff-diving' but by comparison I was witnessing true art in progress for sure.
Yannah finally hit something that Fin could not contain and she squealed audibly and collapsed, her sweat-soaked washboard stomach on Yannah's face, her gentle brown fingers kneading the muscular buttocks. Yannah sighed in satisfaction and Fin panted, overwhelmed.
