The Crown

I blamed it on the whiskey. Hell, I even swung my hips a bit out of the way, so April could get a better view.

Then both of Sara’s hands came to me, one cupping my balls while the other went in front of her lips, squeezing me tight and gliding on her saliva. Her eyes locked to mine, telling me to ignore the other girl on the bed, just focus on her. Then they twitched left, and she tried to smile around my cock.

She didn’t stay long, and pulled her lips off me with a pop, and she scooted back on the bed, arching her back to thrust her tits into the air. She spread her knees. “Come here and fuck me. I’ve been ready all damn night.” Sarah’s fingers spread her labia, glistening pink. “Right here.”

I wasted no time, and climbed on top of her, her hands guiding me in her before my knees had fully settled. Job done there, those hands tangled in my hair, pulled my mouth to her tits. I feasted as I fucked, and sure enough, five or six solid whacks into her, and she was cumming loudly. I held still as she spasmed, supported her back as she relaxed, ground in little circles after, trying to extend her pleasure a couple more seconds.

Slower now, gentler, I pumped in and out of her soaked pussy. I had completely forgotten about April for the moment, who was frozen in her spot, body half twisted to watch us. Sarah’s orgasm, as always, had fascinated me, each twitch and quiver leading into another, the facial expressions never the same, but always on a theme. I was only reminded we had a guest when her eyes opened, and weren’t looking at me.

I heard a gasp from behind me, as April received Sarah’s focus. My wife’s eyes stayed down and to my left, as she bit her lip and rolled her back. We writhed together, Sarah undulating against me in time with my strokes, me maneuvering to give our audience a clearer view of Sarah. I kept my head turned towards my wife, watching her tweak her own nipples, dip fingers between us and raise them to her lips.

Abruptly, Sarah turned those blue lasers back to me. “My turn,” she said, and pushed me off of her, rolling me into my back. There was a moment where I realized my head was touching a black dress. Then Sarah’s hair covered my face, as she fit my cock inside her again. When she pulled back, the dress clad hip was gone, and my wife was leaning all the way back. With me in her to the hilt, her smooth belly stretching up to those full, pointy breasts, the open mouthed smile of utter joy on her face, with all of that to feast my eyes upon, I didn’t care where April had moved to.

I watched her bounce, sending ripples through her breasts, I watched her fingers flutter at her clit. I watched, and I helped, rising to meet her as she slid down my pole. Reaching my hands out to steady the wild gyrations of her tits, or to hold her hips closer to mine. She was nearing another, I read it in her face. Two orgasms, this fast? Hadn’t happened since that time in the janitor’s closet in high school. Sara bent forward, like she had so many times before, to increase the contact with her clit on my skin, to close her lips around mine as she moaned into her second peak. But her lips didn’t find mine, her breasts did instead.

She still moaned and twitched her vaginal walls the same, and those moans sounded exactly as hollow and muted as when I muffled them with my mouth. I craned my neck and rolled my eyes up. April hadn’t gotten off the bed when we got closer, she’d just turned around, gave us a little room. Sara had taken things a step further, and was kissing the surprised girl as she came. I saw April’s knees pressing into the comforter, her arms moving up, pulling Sarah’s mouth tighter, tangling in her hair. I saw two jaws working in tandem above me, blonde hair brushing against brown.

Sarah gasped for air, pulled herself upright, held still for a minute or two. I glanced down at her, noted the pattern of flush on her face and chest, and beheld an unsated lust in her eyes, if anything, more fierce than in the living room. I’d just mentioned how always horny she was, but this was a new level, her eyes glazing over with more need, even after she’d just cum on my dick. I looked back up to see April, her arms in the air, her mouth open like she’d been frozen mid kiss, her bare knees above and on either side of my head. She looked scared, confused. More than either of those, though, she looked aroused. Color in her cheeks, wide dark eyes, breath coming fast.

Sarah lifted herself off of me, letting my cock splat back down onto my belly. “Glad you stayed,” she cooed to the blonde. One hand kept her leaned back, still straddling my thighs, the other one marked a trail between her tits. “Now, another choice. Stay there, keep watching. Or take that dress off and come here.”

Oh, this was definitely new. I’d asked her, months ago, if Sara thought she might be even a little bi. Y’know, hinting around like us guys do, asking if maybe a threesome was ever in my future. My usually bold wife had turned shy, hadn’t answered me. Now I had two answers. The way she’d stared at Sabrina’s tits, and that last sentence. If she wasn’t bi, it sure sounded like she was gonna give it a try.

Once again, I blamed it on the royal Canadian whiskey. Once again, I offered it my thanks.

I looked back up at April, my perspective off by the angle I was at. My head inches from her knees, I got an upside down view of a girl making up her mind. She took a deep breath, and her hands went to her hem. She lifted, maybe an inch of that black dress, and then her face went bright crimson, her eyes closed, and her chin tucked into her chest.

She wanted to, but couldn’t make herself.

My lovely wife asked her softly, “April, would you like some help?” A nod. “Ben. Help her out of that, would you?” And she dismounted from me, laying out on her side. I rolled off the bed, walked behind April.

I was nervous. I was also still a little buzzed. The former was overridden by the latter.

“Hi,” I whispered into her ear, pulling back her long hair over her shoulders. “You okay?” Another nod, a side eyed look, the hint of a scared smile. I kissed her shoulder, reached around and put my hands on top of hers. “You start, I’ll finish. Whenever you’re rea–” I felt her jerk up, and I followed the unexpected motion, barely getting my face out of the way in time. One hand dropped the dress, my other one went to her bare back as she swayed with the hurried action. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and the white cotton panties were charming in their innocence. She hadn’t planned on displaying them, I was sure.

My wife’s face lit up in delight. I’m sure mine did too, but I didn’t have her view. Sarah was all curves, voluptuous without being fat, April was skinny, barely having hips. She half turned to me, and I saw her chest, tiny breasts and flat stomach. No wonder she wasn’t wearing a bra, she hardly needed it. She returned my shoulder kiss with a full one, her tongue hot, her breath halting. I kissed her back, and heard Sara murmur her approval.

“Goddamn gorgeous.” Sarah was rising, knee walking to us. “Thanks for deciding to play. You’ll be both of our firsts. My first girl, his first besides me.”

“And my first…anything.” She squeaked out in a whisper. “My first kiss.” I was taken aback. Surely not. How had someone managed to make it to twenty one in this day and age without so much as a kiss? “My first… nobody’s ever seen me. Like this.”

Then, I remembered, April is always on the edges. Never really talking, never really being noticed. Always. Even in senior year, following us around, a waiflike ghost at our periphery. Too shy, we thought, and thought nothing more. I felt briefly sorry for her, too shy to even steal a kiss, too small and thin to be seen by a boy who might try.

We found out later, it wasn’t our group she was trailing, it was just us. Just Sarah and Benjamin, the forever couple of high school. Just following my dark eyes, Sarah’s dimples, our hands clasped, our lips meeting.

Watching, and wanting. Indecisive, she couldn’t decide which hand she wanted to hold, whose lips to meet. Tonight, she didn’t have to choose, and it was both freeing and terrifying. She squeaked when Sarah’s tongue flattened on her nipple, tearing her lips from mine. I felt her shudder, I thought with pleasure, as Sarah pressed her back into me, my still slick cock blotting a line across her underwear. I put a hand on her belly, raised the other to tease the nipple not in Sarah’s mouth.

“Oh, yesssss…” April breathed, clutching her fingers in Sarah’s hair. “Oh, please…” she whimpered, trembling fingers traced my dick behind her. Whatever she was going to plea next, Sarah’s mouth either muted it, or answered it. I watched the two girls kiss from behind, running my hands around them, between them. Often finding one of their hands in a place I wanted to go. No worries, there was plenty of prime real estate to explore, and some places could use two hands.

April squeaked again, a noise that was growing on me, as Sarah pulled her forward, away from me. The two girls fell onto the bed, a bit unevenly, April’s head cushioned between Sarah’s breasts. The blonde began feasting like she’d missed some meals, and my wife gasped at her hungry lips.

I was just kinda standing there, watching for a moment. Truly a sight to behold, and one I wanted imprinted in my memory for all time. Then, I figured, why just watch?

I bent over, caught April’s ear as I pulled on the waistband of those simple panties. “Can I have these?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, her mouth full of Sarah. Sarah’s eyes caught mine, and she stuck out her tongue, wiggling it between two fingers. A hint as to what I was to do next. I didn’t need the prompt, the girls were lined up just right, and I wanted to see if I could get my tongue on both clits at once with some minor positioning help.