More Wild West

The Visitor Has Company (Visitor #7)-5

Then Kirsten slipped her tongue into Lea’s mouth, bringing out goose pimples, and Andy moaned again; not a moan of longing this time — a moan of pure lust.

It was a sound that Lea knew intimately. Her body was apparently conditioned to meet that sound with a state of absolute readiness. Her n*****s hardened. Her p***y lips spread, quickly becoming moist.

Andy’s hand slid from Lea’s breast, and Lea whimpered in disappointment, but then Kirsten’s free hand took its place and Andy’s hand slipped down to Lea’s ass, encouraging her to turn to her girlfriend.

Well. He did say the idea of Lea and Kirsten making love turned him on. Clearly the idea of seeing it set him on fire. Lea could feel the head of his c**k pressing against her bottom rib even through the thick fire-proof pants.

Then Kirsten’s fingers closed on Lea’s stiffening n*****s, and Lea forgot all about Andy for the moment. He would be just fine.

Lea’s hands flowed under Kirsten’s sweater, under the silk pajama top, finding the soft swell of Kirsten’s boobs.

In all honesty, Lea had always been fascinated by Kirsten’s boobs. They were bigger than Lea’s, there was that (everything about Kirsten was bigger than Lea), and the n*****s were wide and pale — though not as pale as the flesh around them. It had never been a s****l thing, not at all. But there was something glorious, truly womanly about them.

And it turned out that touching them was a lot of fun. Soft yet substantial. And the n*****s: bigger than a man’s, obviously, and slower to rise, but responsive, insistent…

Kirsten bit Lea’s lip, and thought disappeared for a while.

After that while had passed, Lea found herself breaking the kiss and staring up into her best friend’s eyes — the eyes that were so much like Sean’s. They were filled with a familiar cool blue flame.

Andy’s hands moved, pulling Lea’s hoodie the rest of the way off, yanking the sweater over Kirsten’s head. At the same time Lea found that her hands were unbuttoning Kirsten’s top and sliding it to the ground.

Growling, Kirsten pulled Lea back up into a kiss, their breasts flowing over each other. In a way that was the thing that drove it home: the feeling of Kirsten’s t**s sliding against her smaller ones wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt with any man. Kissing was kissing — Kirsten, Cherry, Andy, Sean. But this…

A small, clear part of her mind congratulated her on being okay with this. On not being freaked out.

Well. Maybe a little freaked out. But more turned on and full of need, and full of the desire to give something to her best friend. And to her fiancé. Her fiancés.

And hell, it wasn’t as if this were exactly unpleasant. As far from that as possible.

Now it was Kirsten who broke the kiss, panting, wide-eyed. Pupils dilated. Dark pink from her hairline down to below her n*****s. (Breath quick; bouncing…) Kirsten started to back away again, but screw that. Lea reached up and ran her fingers along her friend’s lips. Kirsten shivered, but didn’t back away any further.

Looking at Andy, Lea saw that his pupils too were wide, and the bruised, haunted expression was gone, replaced by one that she knew well: raw desire. She smiled, squeezed the hard-on at the front of his trousers, and led them both over toward the bed, which was still set up for watching Clueless.

She positioned them both next to the bed. When they both reached out to her, Lea swatted their hands away and turned them toward each other. She could feel uncertainty from them both, but this was silly; each of them had told her that the other was attractive. She nudged them together until at last they gave in and kissed.

It was amazing how much it seemed as if Andy were kissing a female version of Sean. Lea wouldn’t have thought of Kirsten as looking much like her brother, coloration aside; at the very least, Kirsten was very curvy where Sean was not. But watching her, Lea realized that Kirsten kissed just like Sean: the same full-body embrace, the same straight-on, un-flinching, nothing-here-but-us kiss. Lea wondered as she knelt beside them whether Sean and Kirsten had ever practiced on each other. She’d have to ask. But not just now: she didn’t want to kill the mood. They all needed this.

Gazing up at them, she ran her fingers up their legs, onto their very different asses: Andy’s high and muscled, Kirsten’s round and gloriously sensuous through the silk PJ bottoms. Lea slipped the hand that had been fondling Andy’s bum between his tented trousers and Kirsten’s smooth belly. She ripped open the Velcro fly, unzipped the pants and began tugging them down.

Andy shrugged off the suspenders, and down came the heavy turn-out pants. The dark red head of his c**k was poking Kirsten damply in the solar plexus.

Kirsten’s eyes flew wide and she broke the kiss, staring down. “Jee-SUS!”

Andy growled and pulled her back in for another kiss.

Good boy, thought Lea with a grin, yanking down his boxer-briefs and Kirsten’s silk bottoms. Glorying in their shared shiver, Lea reached up, took Kirsten’s hand (which had drifted down to Andy’s now naked ass) and wrapped her friend’s fingers around Andy’s erection.

That evoked another shiver, one that Lea shared with them.

Lea had a moment of panic — not about them, they were clearly caught up in the moment — but about herself. A twinge fluttered through her that she was afraid might be jealousy. If it were, that might kill the whole evening, forcing them to confront what was happening to Sean without the drug that was keeping them all sane.

She watched her friend’s fingers stroke her fiancé‘s c**k for a moment before realizing that the twinge wasn’t jealousy: it was envy. With a smile, Lea leaned forward and gave the head of Andy’s c**k a lick. As she did, her hands found their way up the backs of their legs. As she’d done a hundred times, she stretched her fingers under their asses to fondle their…

Balls.

Andy had balls, sure. Balls that Lea loved to play with.

Kirsten, obviously, didn’t, and Lea gasped when her fingertips slid along Kirsten’s slick, fleshy lips.

Kirsten gurgled into Andy’s mouth.

Lea hadn’t really meant to dive into the whole playing-with-my-best-friend’s-p***y thing quite so soon. To be honest, when she’d begun her seduction of Kirsten earlier that night, Lea had managed to work her courage up just to the point of feeling okay about Kirsten touching her privates. She’d figured that in order for K to get off she’d have to provide some help, but…

But here she was, her thumb on her BFF’s asshole, and two fingers thrust along the full length of Kirsten’s labia, and a stiff protrusion of flesh quivering between the tips.

Well. In for a dime…

Licking at Andy’s glans again as she juggled his testicles, Lea reached out her other fingers just a bit further and squeezed Kirsten’s c**t between the tips.

Kirsten gurgled once more. Andy moaned in chorus.

Lea discovered that, as long as she didn’t over-think it, exploring just how to get her friend off was actually kind of fun. Well. A lot of fun. Lea discovered, for example, that Kirsten’s c**t was much more sensitive than her own. Lea barely had to tickle the little jewel to get Kirsten’s thighs clenching and her fingers twitching around Andy’s rod.

Just beginning to consider what to do with the thumbs that were had slid into her lovers’ backsides, Lea was caught totally by surprise when Andy broke from them. Kirsten too was surprised, apparently, because she began to whine…

Andy, however, was very clear that no one was going to be left out here. He strode behind Lea, picked her up under the armpits, and lifted her until his c**k slid between her legs from behind. Startled, off-balance and falling forward, Lea reached out.

Kirsten was there. Lea should have known. She let her legs wrap back around Andy’s waist, and her arms locked around Kirsten’s neck. It felt a little like the yoga pose her teacher called Shiva’s Dance — only instead of one leg, both were in the air.

Also, a lingam was lodged very emphatically in her yoni. It occured to Lea, based on what little she knew about Shiva, that this was probably incredibly appropriate. The grey-skinned god would probably approve.

Lea sure did.

Two pairs of hands were holding her in the air. Andy’s were clamped onto Lea’s boobs, providing a kind of cantilever, while simultaneously making her n*****s hum. Kirsten’s hands slid down Lea’s belly, so that Kirsten’s forearms supported Lea as Andy began to thrust into Lea’s p***y.

Also, coincidentally, pushing Lea’s mons over Kirsten’s searching fingers.

Kirsten, Lea quickly realized, had a very good working knowledge of what to do with another woman’s p***y. As Andy slid into Lea, his c**k plowing her G-spot as always, Kirsten’s strong fingers began pinching and caressing Lea’s stretched labia and her vibrating c**t.

Lea found herself staring into her friend’s eyes in shock.

Kirsten grinned, leaning forward to kiss Lea. Their mouths still locked, Kirsten murmured, “I think I can see the attraction of this whole threesome thing.”

Lea wanted to make some witty, smart-ass riposte, but “Uh-huh” was about all she could manage.

Based on the volume of his grunts and the way that his arms were quivering, Andy wasn’t going to last long — which was probably a good thing. He began thrusting even harder, slamming Lea against Kirsten, and then, arching back, gave a bellow.

Lea was lifted into the air — it felt almost like flying, though she was still firmly rooted to the earth by Andy’s c**k and those powerful legs of his. Lea could feel his cockhead pulse deep inside of her, could feel a flood of semen spill out of her around his shaft.

Then, slowly, the flight ended. Andy knelt, panting, until Lea’s feet hit the floor once more, and he withdrew from her, splattering all over the backs of Lea’s thighs and calves. He stumbled over toward the pull-out.

Kirsten kept hold of Lea, keeping her from falling. “Hey, Leelee.”

“Hey, K,” Lea gasped, collapsing against her friend, their breasts slipping around each other.

“You guys always so athletic?”

Andy grunted from bed, “f**k no.”

“Good thing,” gasped Lea. “We’d probably all be dead.”

“Happy, though,” Kirsten said. She kissed Lea, walking them over to the bed. When they reached it, Kirsten let Lea pour onto the mattress and stared down. “Um.”

“Anything you want, K.” Lea smiled up at her friend, knowing it was true. Anything Kirsten wanted — for tonight at least — Lea was happy to give her.

Kirsten’s expression grew serious — it was not entirely unlike Sean’s I’m-going-to-f**k-you-so-hard look.

Still smiling, Lea looped her legs around Kirsten’s waist and pulled Kirsten forward until she toppled onto Lea’s sweat-slick body.

“Um.” Kirsten gulped. “Okay. Can I…?” She bit her lip.

“Anything. You. Want.”

A fierce grin spread across Kirsten’s face. “Turn over.”

Well. That wasn’t something Lea had expected. But sure. Anything. She began to pull her her knees beneath her, opening herself up, dripping p***y and ass…

“Sweet Jesus.” Kirsten and Andy said that together. Kirsten took a breath and grabbed the body pillow from the other side of the bed. “Um. Maybe later. I had something a bit… Yeah.”

Still on her knees, Lea peeked over her shoulder, over her raised ass.

Kirsten’s skin was dark, her eyes wide. “Just… lie on your belly across the pillow.”

Grinning, Lea rolled onto the pillow and began humping it, just as she had earlier. Well. Not just. Now she was naked and already fully aroused. The satin felt… Mmm.

Kirsten and Andy swore together. “Um, yeah, Jesus, Leelee, just… rest on the damned thing with it under your hips so your ass is in the air. Okay?”