When we'd finished breakfast, Claire put her hand lightly on Beth's shoulder. "Did you say there was a bed in the spare room?" she hinted, and I watched as the two of them crossed the hall, closed the door.
Liz smiled at us. "Claire said you guys had fun last night. Thought you'd come in and get toys and stuff from her bag, though?"
I shrugged. "We didn't want to disturb you two. Anyway -" I gave her a mischievous grin - "Tim has what Claire needed already built in - I think she more than enjoyed that."
Tim rolled his eyes, and Liz managed to look only mildly surprised. "I thought I'd worked you three out, but maybe I missed something."
Tim moved toward her, watching her face as he put his arms around her, touched his lips to hers. "Happy to give you a few more clues," he smiled.
He put his fingertips on the fine links of her waist chain. "'Fraid Claire has spilled your secrets already, though."
Liz raised one eyebrow. "All of them?"
"Guess we'll find out," murmured Tim. They kissed again, and I moved closer, fingers gently stroking Liz's back, then straying down to her bottom, caressing.
"Mm," I heard. "That's nice."
I moved behind her, pressing my breasts softly against her back, my fingers exploring a little further into the cleft of her bottom, and she gave another murmur of pleasure as my fingertip brushed against her other entrance. "Ohh... did Claire let that slip?"
I chuckled, kissing the nape of her neck. "She told us it was one of her things, and we definitely made use of the hint - you too?"
"Oh, yes."
She gasped as I pressed my finger in a little further, and I glanced at Tim. "I think I know what part of Liz's treat is this morning, hmm?"
He nodded. "Lots of different ways to make that happen, though - right, Liz?"
"Mm, yes," she breathed.
Tim's fingers drifted downwards. "Mm - I like this..." Liz had trimmed her fur into a neat strip down the centre of her mound, and Tim played with it, fingertips moving up and down a little, then a gentle tug. "Ohh..." murmured Liz, "that's good..."
She moved her feet apart a little, glancing at Tim. "More secrets to discover, if you're ready."
Tim's fingertips began to explore her, and she closed her eyes. "This must definitely be one of them," he smiled. Liz nodded silently, breathing in as Tim's fingers gently played with what he'd found. "Want to take this to the bed?" he whispered, and she nodded again.
Tim led her across the room, and she laid back against the pillows, smiling up at him. "Another kiss, first...?"
Their lips touched, and I moved beside Liz, running my fingers along her chain, her response a soft giggle. "Tickles," she murmured. "Want to try somewhere else for a while?"
My fingers moved to stroke along the curve of her breasts, fuller than Claire's, her neat nipples obviously hard. I brushed one with a fingertip and she gave a quiet moan, her hips lifting a little. "Oh god, what you do to me."
"What would you like us to do to you...?" I murmured.
"Mm, whatever you want..." she gasped, "keep touching..."
I caressed both breasts, drawing my fingers together to gently pinch nipples, and Liz shifted, parting her thighs in an obvious invitation. I stroked softly down her stomach, and it was my turn to trail fingers teasingly through her strip of fur, then down into warm wetness. My fingers touched something, and Liz gave a quiet murmur of pleasure as I circled a fingertip on it, the tiny ring of metal sometimes lost in her soft folds, then found again. I dared to hold it, give the slightest of tugs, and Liz moaned, "Oh, god, Alice, that feels good..."
I couldn't help myself, sliding down between her thighs, seeing Tim shift to use his mouth on her breasts, and my tongue explored, found what my fingers had been playing with. I pressed the tip of my tongue inside the ring, then took it in my teeth, pulling gently, and Liz gasped. "Oh - yes - like that, and your tongue..."
I stroked fingers up the inside of her thigh, getting another soft giggle, then a sigh as I slid fingertips a little way into her. "Mmm..."
I moved my tongue a little more insistently, interspersed with gentle tugs on her elusive ring, and Liz's muscles started to tense, her hips flexing, her breath coming in soft gasps. "Oh - mm, Alice, that's so good, and Tim's mouth on me too... I hope he's really hard, I can't wait for him to be buried in me where your fingers are now - "
Liz's imagining broke off, her words dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy, and she tightened around my penetrating fingers, hips lifting, the warmth and wetness against my lips and tongue suddenly increasing. "Ohhh..."
Her thighs clenched, her fingers sliding between them as her body continued to shudder, and I thrilled as her climax seemed to go on and on... Finally she subsided, chest rising and falling, and I moved back up to wrap my arms around her, kiss her. "Wow, Liz..."
She nodded wordlessly, turning into my embrace, Tim behind her kissing her hair. "Mm..."
After a few minutes, Liz stirred again. "Mm, Tim, it can be your turn, if Alice really doesn't mind?"
I shook my head. "But there's a way I can be part of it too, if you'll trust me, Liz."
"Anything," she breathed. "Where do you want me, Tim?"
He turned onto his back, and Liz reached out her hand to wrap fingers carefully round his hardness, then bent to quickly kiss it. "Mm."
"You won't mind being on top?" he teased, and she took the hint, sliding her body across him, lifting her hips, guiding him to her entrance, sinking slowly so that he was fully in her.
Tim caught his lip between his teeth. "Liz - oh god, that feels good."
He flexed his hips, and I threw him a grin. "Don't be in too much of a hurry, Liz doesn't want to miss the rest of her treat."
I stroked Liz's shoulder softly with my fingertips. "Close your eyes for a while, darling?"
She complied, and I opened the bedside drawer, finding our toy and the bottle of vanilla-scented liquid. Unsurprisingly I was already more than a little wet myself, and I slid one end of the toy inside me, unable to hold back a gasp of my own. "Now you've really got me wondering," I heard the smile in Liz's voice, her eyes still shut.
I used my fingertips to cover the hard shaft of the toy with slipperiness from the bottle, wrapping my fingers around it for a moment and nearly losing myself in imagining Tim's hardness in my hand as I slid the toy into him...
I took a deep breath, pulling myself back to this reality, and moved up behind Liz, stroking her bottom. "Mm, something nice on your fingers," she murmured, and I offered them to her lips, thrilling as I felt her soft wet tongue tasting. "Oh, vanilla," she smiled, "my favourite, like ice cream."
Her tongue swept over my fingers in imitation of licking at a cone, and I gasped. "God, Liz, can't wait till your mouth's on me, you can use your tongue exactly like that..."
I stroked her bottom again. "Are you ready for your treat?"
"Mm, yes."
I touched the tip of the toy against the centre of her pink star, seeing it contract a little by reflex. Liz gasped at the touch, and I heard her take a breath, making a conscious effort to relax. "Oh, god, yes, there."
I pressed the tip a little further in, Liz's ring of muscle slipping over the slight bulge, and paused again. "You OK?"