More Wild West

The Visitor Has Company (Visitor #7)-6

“‘Kay, K.” Feeling as if she were made of syrup and smoke, Lea rolled onto her belly.

“Damn.” Kirsten reached out and ran a hand over Lea’s backside. “You do have a gorgeous ass.”

“Thank you,” Lea said. “And it’s all yours for tonight. Well. And all Andy’s too.” She winked up at him.

He winked back, but he wasn’t smiling.

Kirsten placed a reverent kiss on each of Lea’s cheeks.

“So, K,” Lea murmured. “What do you have in mind?”

“Was thinking of tribbing.” Kirsten kissed her way up Lea’s back.

“Tribbing?” Andy coughed. “Don’t you have to be…?” He demonstrated a vaguely scissors-y pose with his fingers.

Kirsten lay on Lea’s back, her full breasts sliding over Lea’s shoulderblades. She placed a kiss on Lea’s earlobe. “Mmm. I’m glad you haven’t neglected their education, Lea.”

“Welcome,” Lea answered.

“But Andy,” Kirsten purred, “there’s lots of ways for two women to bump uglies.” She pushed up until she was on her knees, straddling Lea’s butt. “I have wanted to do this for so long, sweetie…” And then she began to hump Lea’s backside, groaning, “You do have a gorgeous…”

Lea would be fine with this — Kirsten sliding her p***y against Lea’s ass until Kirsten came. But that wasn’t all that Kirsten had in mind. She leaned back, catching herself with her hands and letting her crotch slip just a little further down…

If Lea had thought about what tribbing might feel like (which she hadn’t, really), she’d have guessed it was kind of like dry-humping together — not unlike what Lea had been doing with the pillow. Rubbing her c**t against something that felt nice.

It was that, obviously — though Kirsten was doing all of the rubbing. But the feeling of Kirsten’s p***y sliding against Lea’s, it wasn’t at all like humping a pillow, or fingers or even dry-humping Sam, her high-school boyfriend. It was warm, and slippery, and when Kirsten’s c**t bounced against Lea’s, it felt as if lightning had set her crotch alight.

Also, it was Kirsten. There was something mind-scrambling about that, for sure.

It was a gentle climb to bliss — from Lea’s perspective at least. She could feel the orgasm meandering up her spine as Kirsten ground their clits together.

Andy, serious as always, still looked a bit like… Well, like a man who’s woken up in the middle of a s****l fantasy. He was stroking his c**k back toward full erection.

Lea looked over her shoulder. Kirsten was arched back, her breasts shiny with sweat, rippling as her pelvis rocked against Lea’s ass. This was her fantasy too. Nice.

And Lea was certainly enjoying herself. Enjoying herself immensely, feeling the blood build up in her p***y. And all she had to do was lie there. Relaxing. Nice.

So relaxed was she, in fact, that it took her a second to notice when Kirsten slowed and then disengaged, leaning back over Lea’s back and panting Lea’s name.

“Hmm?”

“Can I lick you, Leelee, baby? I’ve always wanted to do that too.”

“Sure.”

“Only, I’ve already come twice, and as amazing as that felt, its kinda exhausting.”

“Sorry.” Lea reached a hand back and squeezed her friend’s butt. “I’d love you to eat me.” As Kirsten began to slither back down the length of Lea’s back, kissing each vertebra, Lea looked up at her boy. “Hey, K. You want Andy to f**k you while you eat me?” When Andy’s jaw dropped, Lea winked at him again.

It was fun to reach those rare moments when Kirsten was speechless. After lying there for a moment, her breath tickling Lea’s open p***y, Kirsten stammered, “Um, y-yes? If you —?”

As she’d known he would, Andy streaked over to Kirsten on his hands and knees. “Want to,” he grunted. “Please. Gawd, please.”

Kirsten nodded, and Andy whipped out a condom, rolling it on.

Lea grinned and let her head fall back onto her hands. “You on your belly, K?”

“Yup.”

“Then I think you’re about to get a really nice surprise.”

Andy thrust into Kirsten with a low growl of lust.

Kirsten answered him with a shocked “Ohhh!” followed by a very content “Oooooo.”

The first time Andy had f****d Lea from behind — the first time they’d f****d — the feeling of that down-curved erection of his on the sensitive front wall off Lea’s p***y had been a revelation. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she sighed.

“f**k… yes!” groaned Kirsten, and then lowered her mouth to Lea’s bottom and…

And Lea got a quick blast of just how talented her best friend was with her tongue.

Sean and Andy were both great at licking Lea to climax. Brilliant. To be honest, she’d never been patient enough to keep dating a man who couldn’t get her off with his mouth. Even Asshole John had been very proficient, even if he’d been a complete jerk about it, teasing her on the edge of orgasm until she was weeping for release. Even her first boyfriend, Sam, had gotten pretty good at it.

But Kirsten…

Part of it was the simple fact that she was smaller than most of the guys that Lea had dated. The flamelike dance of Kirsten’s tongue was a much more fine, delicate feeling than any of her boys had ever evoked — even Kirby Takahashi, who was smaller even than Kirsten, when it came to that, and who was the most proficient cunnilingist Lea’d ever met…

Even he…

Lea found that her fists were clutching spastically at the comforter cover, and that very, very loud sounds were erupting from deep inside of Lea — from the point where Kirsten’s unbelievable tongue had set Lea’s already aroused p***y aflame. The movement of that tongue, combined with the rhythmic pulse of Andy’s pounding moving Kirsten’s face against Lea’s bottom, it was all…

Lea had become a connoisseur of mind-blowing orgasms since she’d moved in with Andy and Sean. She’d grown to recognize dozens of different ways that their ministrations unleashed the bliss inside of her.

This… This was a new one.

It felt as if Kirsten were a glassblower, and Lea the molten lump of goop at the end of the pipe — well, Kirsten’s lips — and the licking and nibbling was slowly inflating Lea, making her awareness expand and begin to clarify, until suddenly a final kiss from Kirsten’s lips transformed Lea’s consciousness in to a perfect, transparent, infinitely fragile globe. She was aware of everything. She understood everything.

And then, as is the way of such things — both orgasms and glass — the bubble burst, and Lea was plunged into darkness.

When she came to herself, Lea was on her side. Her p***y was still wet and pulsing.

She watched the two faces: Kirsten on the body pillow, Andy’s tilted up toward the ceiling. Their eyes were open but focussed elsewhere, their mouths slack. Lea found herself smiling at the pure, esthetic beauty of it.

And she found herself grateful that they seemed, like her, to have lost themselves in the oblivion of the f**k, to have let go of worrying, for the moment, about the one person who wasn’t there.

Sean. Sean should be here.

Taking and releasing a deep breath, Lea kissed the two as they continued to groan away, rolled off the pull-out and walked on rubbery knees over toward the kitchen.

She wanted to grab a glass and have some water. but the strap-on hanging by its harness from the cabinet pull… That got her thinking again.

Sean. You should be here. I love your sister, but I wish…

Feeling a pulse of agreement — knowing it was her imagination — she took down the strap-on.

Maybe…

She snorted and shook her head, but still stepped into the harness and began to pull it up.

Sean needed to be here. (She gasped as the back of the double dildo slid into her.) And maybe she could bring him here for a bit.

Fuck it. A degree in theater with a psych minor had to be good for something, right? She grabbed some lube from the counter. (Should buy stock in the company…)

As she walked back toward the bed, her purple dong wobbling in front of her, Lea had the very odd feeling of being much larger and heavier. She sauntered behind Andy, who was straddling Kirsten’s thighs, pounding into her her raised p***y for all that he was worth.

She loved watching Andy’s butt while he was f*****g. It was a true piece of art. And something she’d never have seen if they hadn’t been in a ménage à trois.

Lea reached out and touched that beautiful, bright red ass and said, “Hey now, Andy-boy. Slow down there or there won’t be any left for me.”

Andy and Kirsten both gasped — at her voice? at her touch? — and froze.

It was eerie; she’d meant it as a kind of joke, but the voice that had come out of her mouth had truly sounded like Sean’s. The same cadence, the same timbre — though a couple of octaves higher. Andy and Kirsten both looked around, eyes wide.

Trying to smile at them, though she had goose pimples all over, Lea sidled up behind Andy, her legs outside of Kirsten’s. “Hush,” she murmured, still in that Sean voice. “I’ll bring y’all on home.”

She squirted some lube into Andy’s ass and slowly, gently pressed in.

Panting, trying to stay relaxed, Andy still gave a wordless cry when the head of her c**k pushed through the ring of muscle. He arched — not enough to disengage, but enough to thrust harder into Kirsten, and now it was her turn to groan.

“This is going to feel good, Kirsten,” said Lea (and it was her own voice now). “Shh.” She continued to push in, her hands gripping Kirsten’s hips for balance.

She, Andy, and Sean loved to f**k this way. Well, they loved to f**k just about every way. But this was a wonderful, intimate, gentle position, one that they all loved after they’d spent their energy on more fanciful, athletic configurations. A sandwich. And it didn’t matter which position you were in — the one on the top, providing all of the thrusting necessary for both c***s; the one in the middle, f*****g and being f****d, or the one on the bottom, feeling both of your lovers pour themselves into you — it was always a magical experience.

It was this time too.

As Lea began to pump into Andy’s backside, pushing his c**k deep into Kirsten, Lea watched those goose pimples march from her skin to theirs. She reached around and began to play with Andy’s tiny n*****s.

Panting, he reached down and began to do the same with Kirsten’s, but Lea had a thought. She knew that Andy’s fingers could be unbelievable, magical while he was f*****g, and so she urged his hands down toward Kirsten’s crotch.

When Kirsten began to whimper at the absence from her breasts, Lea reached one hand past Andy and took his place, playing with her friend’s gently rippling breasts.

“Oh, Jesus!“ Kirsten gasped. “Jesus, Jesus, f**k me!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lea answered, and picked up her pace just a bit.

Andy threw his head back onto Lea’s shoulder. “God! Aw, GOD!”

Well, it’s always nice to get your lovers calling out to God. But that wasn’t the person Lea wanted them screaming for — not Andy, any way. She carefully sank her teeth into Andy’s neck as she’d seen and felt Sean do hundreds of times — not trying to draw blood, just letting you know that someone else was fully in control.

Andy tensed, but Lea kept f*****g him, harder now, hard enough that Kirsten was pushing back, her own fuse clearly lit. Lea could feel a tremor roll through Andy’s chest as his breathing lost its rhythm, could feel his arms clenching as he continued to diddle away at Kirsten, the good boy.

Kirsten was arching against him, her breasts bouncing against Lea’s fingers. “JESUS. f**k. JEEEEESUS!” She let loose a throaty, high shout that Lea had heard many times — though never from the same room