With three fingers inside her friend's pussy Lynette then wrapped her pinky and her thumb around the pushing shaft. They had both dragged – dredging the depths – enough girl cum out to smooth the penis' progress through her firm grip. Now he moaned and she registered the approach of his orgasm. Hers lurked about, too.
The subject of their joint effort swam in ecstatic dreams which now went hazy with orgasmic delight. She woke to the dream and accepted the orgasm that sent her pelvis rolling as a part of the dream. Sharply she uttered "Uh! Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh," with their strokes which slowed. Her own rolling hips and pelvis added to the celebration that was her vagina. Some pleasant pain streatched her and she felt fuller than she had since, since; since she'd been a college freshman and started first experiencing different sexual experiments. Despite the pinching, the fullness was a comfort, but now it threatened to ... to ... grow. Somehow she couldn't open her eyes, well, didn't want to.
They'd both slowed at the yelled orgasm, but didn't stop. When the 'ahhs' descended to cooing Lynette firmed her grip and realized 'I'm going to give him a hand job and fist her.' She started stroking in-and-out with the cock to spread oozing lubrication to the back of her hand and yet caught another whiff of her own climax. She only had wild thoughts now – only crudely, basely sexual. 'How much can this cunt take?', 'I want to top it up', 'I want to ... to ... to climb up inside and find the end.' All these were new thoughts and feelings, never had she wanted much from another woman's body, never had she felt sexual heat about another's vagina and she wondered if this was how men felt. She wondered until the next thought about it, which was 'I want to ... to ... cum!' "Eee, Ahhh, Eee!"
Through the wall of sleep she heard the orgasm of another woman, a bit shrill but confirming, at last, that she wasn't asleep and swimming in the dark of a purely ecstatic dream. She was here, at this hand was the hair of her lover, and she stroked his hair. Here was the long stroke of his now familiar rod, but more. A contrary stroke was speeding up, going faster than him and spreading her to these new widths. A pressure at her front, from her belly to her clitoris added more – still she didn't open her eyes. Instead of looking around, she felt her own breast – cupped it, felt the nipple – teased it. Then pulled it hard; oh, yeah that's not dreaming. Her other breast was being softly massaged by a solid, manly palm, and she flowed into the feeling of total manipulation from without. From within came the orange again and she bore down with her ass seeking that deep thrust to push her over again – there was one, two, three -- but then a spreading, a thrust to be wide, then wider, wider, slip. She knew it was a hand, a lithe, maybe bony hand, there it was.
Lynette's suddenly, on one of his out strokes, slunk into her friend to the wrist. In a scant moment his penis thrust up into it and she had to grip it tightly for both to fit while rising and falling. The clit she had been licking was stretched too taut to find so she licked too close to her own wrist. The clitoris she had been fondling had been hot, sore and damp; it still hungered.
"F-f-f-f," she of the full vagina stressed atop her own quivering twat, "Fuck me, you, both, fuck, fuck, fuck, MEEE! Unhh Yeah!" Finally released to do so he could confidently pound this newly tight experience. He quickened and felt his own rising tide that he'd somehow held at bay. Lynette's grip really caught him then and he fought to ram it home. All of this was amazing, but now the fingertips moved a tiny bit – just a flutter – and his orgasm just blew up. "Ah Ha, Huhh, Uhh, Uhh."
What little spooge he had left from this day flowed into her space and then was pushed, squished down with thrusts to coat the intruding hand. All three still exhaled the ends of their orgasms and a last couple of thrusts, last couple of finger motions, last couple of hip turns happened in sync. They were locked as long as he remained pressed up inside, and he did linger a moment as all three of them shared a last deep breath and opened their eyes. She in the middle purred, "Mmm, wow."
He disengaged first, pulling out and yet still holding tightly at midriff and breast. The fist in her pussy was now looser, loose enough to come out, but she caught Lynette's wrist and held her fast. She felt the wet penis resting along the part of her ass and though about how this could go on. No, she knew she was going to be sore in a moment, and not a good sore at that, but one more thing. A while back she'd thought she felt a curious finger probe her out in the night, but had dismissed it as dream. Now she wondered and pressed down. "You wanna see something?"
"Huh?"
"What's up there? Huh? Get it in," The wrist she held slid in, "Yeah, keep going." She adjusted to find Lynette's elbow.
"You, OK?" Both her partners asked.
"we'll see," she pushed and pushed; she was now over the wrist and up to an inch, two, three – dry skin. "C'mon, bitch, what you got?" She moved the arm out, and in, and out and each in gained her new moist millimeters.
Tight, it was tight all around her. Her eyes had to grow wide as she watched amazed despite the dim light. She watched her friend as she engulfed her from the tip of her tightly balled fist to somewhere just short of mid-forearm and then she felt it. Lynette felt her roomie's top limit, a nub of cervix pressed her forefinger at the side. Then she was released. She slowly pulled out, still agasp at what she had just seen and felt. At the last moment she felt a vaginal contraction grip her wrist and stop her up. Then she was free and slipped her fist, as tightly balled as it had ever been, out with a slurp. 'Oh my God!' Lynette thought further as she saw the gape of hole before her, before it closed with a squeeze. It was humbling and she thought again of her tiny, tight hole. She had to clean off her arm, but decided to do a couple of things first. She crawled up to meet her friend's face and kissed her gently. Her third kiss was met with a cryptic laugh, but she laughed back.
"Now go to bed. I need to sleep I'm going to be all wore out tomorrow, you two." She snuggled up against his manliness and added, "You, too, Mr. Go to sleep." And she grew still and closed her eyes.
Lynette crept to the other side of the bed and kissed his ear soundlessly and whispered, "I told you." But that masked her second task. Under the edge of the bed she found a magazine and on it what she wanted. Her friend's vibrator, penis shaped and larger than her own, would be the start of something; that thing she hungered to have herself, now. After cleaning her arm and fist in the bathroom she curled up in bed with her ill gotten prize. Not tonight, but soon she'd begin training with this toy. She didn't know why the idea of a wider pussy was her new benchmark. She'd sure find out though. She fingered her own soreness again to test it out. Still sore, OK. She curled around the large dildo and drifted to sleep.
This was the first night he and she actually slept together in the bed.
