Like A Fool Ch. 10byredsliver©
James stopped me before I could dive at the couch. The girls pouted at his restraint, but climbed off the love seat and joined us at the kitchen counter. Ainsley hopped up onto the counter. She leaned against the wall and draped one leg off the main room's edge. Her pose showed off the translucent red panties under her skirt. Lizzie took the only stool; James was at the fridge storing the liquor. He had laid four shot glasses on the table, two fat seemingly larger University College of Cape Breton supporting ones and two tall thin but wide mouthed ones he had stolen from a strip club. He poured four shots of gin.
"Panty peeler," I observed happily.
"I don't think you'll need that," Ainsley purred.
"I want to be honest," James handed out the glasses, "I am weirded out by how easily the three of you seem to get into this." It was a bad toast but he lifted the glass and the four of us twisted our faces as the alcohol burned down to our stomachs. James's first and last Lizzie's glasses clicked top down on the counter.
"Scared?" Ainsley whispered threateningly.
"Not quite," James wouldn't let himself be unmanned, "just thinking ahead."
"Maybe you should keep your head in the moment," Lizzie rebuked her boyfriend.
James glowered, thinking hard and I felt the nervousness crawl up the hairs on my neck. Lizzie dismounted her stool, stepped next to me. It was Ainsley that cut the tension, hopping off next to James. She gave me a wink and put her fingers on James's chin, pressing until he looked at her. I watched them kiss, it stung and it thrilled. James pulled away at first, but Ainsley had him by tightly by the belt and softly by the neck. She used her tongue. He stood his ground. I felt Lizzie's fingers tiptoe up my spine. The kiss broke, it couldn't have been twenty seconds but it had been perfectly long. By the belt, Ainsley led James around to our side of the counter.
"Well done girl," Lizzie's fingers teased my back. Ainsley's eyes were searching mine hopefully.
"Save some for me," my smile infected her.
"Alright," James relented, "I'll leave things to our discretion."
"Good boy," Lizzie hand molded against my ass. I looked to her with a wry smile, her lips were parted and her eyes were impatient. I held her by the back of the neck, tried her lips, almost scared at first but Lizzie led me to courage. She was a fantastic kisser, methodical but surprising and we broke apart half a minute later. James had pulled Lizzie from me.
"You brought your own, Moffatt," He had Lizzie from behind, a hand across her toned belly and the other sliding under her large breasts.
"Yeah, Robbie," Ainsley said following, and jumped as I put my hands on her. Her ass settled on the counter; her lips feasted on my kiss. She was hungry and I was prey. Ainsley roughly bit me; I could feel her smiling against my lips. I searched her, letting my fingers conform to her flesh as I slowly mapped her body. She had her knees outside my thighs and I could feel the counter edge pushing into the front of my legs. Her ankles were just under the backs of my knees. Her hands tore open my shirt; a button zipped across the room to rattle down on the floor. She set her hands on my bare chest, sliding upwards to my shoulders before pulling my shirt from me completely and throwing it away.
To my left, Lizzie was purring as James nibbled at her neck and groped her chest. She was being quite animate, grinding her ass against James's cock as her teased her from behind. I was getting hard quite quickly and Ainsley stopped kissing me for a moment as I pressed into her thigh.
"I'm ready too," Ainsley whispered as my lips found that she had moved hers. I bit at her jaw line, climbing to her ear as she lifted slightly off the counter top to hike her skirt up. My hands left her legs to struggle with my zipper. Wiggling to encourage my pants to fall, I tore down my boxers. Ainsley begged me to hurry, not even trying to remove her panties, just pulling them aside with her left hand. She was dripping and hot. She squeaked as I pressed to her and stopped.
"James!" Lizzie yelled, surprised, when she found herself stomach down atop the kitchen stool and her boyfriend kneeling behind her. Her panties shackled her knees and he stood up, impaling her with two fingers all the way to his palm. As Lizzie's excited shriek died, I rose to the balls of my feet and made Ainsley answer loudly.
"Fuck," I shed tears and winced as my balls slapped the corner of the counter. Ainsley saw my face contort and allowed me to pull her hips another two inches towards me. I'm sure the edge was biting into her little ass, but with the moisture, the tightness, the heat and the compulsion I was feeling from her hungry pussy, I couldn't have cared less. Ainsley had me tightly embraced by the neck and I was inhaling hair between appreciative grunts. Into my ear, she was swearing and intermittently biting down to stifle her loudest moans.
Lizzie was beginning to beg for James, but he seemed more than content to hold her down and finger her towards orgasm. When Lizzie got too vocal, she was silenced by the sound of palm hard against her ass. The redhead continually mewled and moaned as she felt the expert experience of James's fingers. He was asserting himself, making sure she knew how well he knew her. Lizzie was the first to come, a whimpering vibration escaping her breathless lips as her feet slipped from the floor and her body flushed red under her black stockings and bra.
Ainsley responded to Lizzie's climax by pushing apart from me. Leaning back to grip the far side of the counter, Ainsley gasped as my angle allowed me better accuracy inside her. Her honey eyes were watching James and Lizzie. Ainsley was enraptured and I felt her pulsating against my cock. My spine tingled and my toes clenched, almost making me lose my balance. I slowed, intent on survival as Ainsley came. She was furiously vocal; she wanted Lizzie and James to know she was coming. I obeyed her demands, fucking her as hard as I could manage as she keened and wailed. I was not far behind her, begging to keep going, I released.
"Oh," Ainsley gasped as my dick stopped ejecting against her pussy. I had pulled out, barely managing to escape before I released, "Robbie, please. It's only early. I want more."
James grunted and Lizzie called out; he finally answered her pleas. Her ass was cherry red from the spanking he had delivered and it was going to get brighter as his hips drilled into her. She was still bent over the stool, her fingers clawing at the ground, dancing for balance as the stool wobbled below her stomach. Ainsley wiped a paper towel between her legs, tossing it towards a trashcan before hopping off the counter. There was a red line running across her ass from where the counter had been pressed into her. I was excited again. I grabbed her, pulled her to me. She grinned with bestial intentions as I cupped her ass. Our kiss was potent and passionate and Ainsley was clearly craving more.
I was the only one completely naked. Ainsley had everything still on, just dishevelled; Lizzie had her bra and stockings. James had his shirt. Lizzie was heaving and a gasping, the stool through her stomach preventing her from breathing in all the way. James was mad-eyed and furious, almost barking as he grunted and drove into Lizzie with near psychotic fury. Ainsley was occupied with getting me back in the game, she knelt on the hardwood floor and gripped me by the balls. Her smile was potent and her eyes were set bursting with desire. I was at half-mast when her tongue first travelled the length. I was still wet from her pussy, and sticky from orgasm. I watched as Ainsley thoroughly ravished my dick. Her lips opened and as she collected all of me inside her mouth, I was fully hard again. She kept descending my shaft, her eyes closed. I felt her throat on the head of my cock, it opened a little and I pressed in further. She coughed and sputtered; teardrops appeared in the corners of her eyes. She took her mouth off my dick and climbed to her feet.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Lizzie repeated breathlessly as her body was wracking again. Ainsley let me completely remove her panties as we both watched our host and hostess. James had his eyes shut tight, his face red from exertion and not breathing. Veins bulged on his neck and he gasped and grunted sucking in a single breath of air. Lizzie's skin was dark red around where James's fingers gripped with crushing force. I saw her slippery fluids splashing outward whenever James pulled back with his rubber wrapped dick. Ainsley was all but purring as I reclaimed my feet and tossed her soaked panties towards Lizzie's love seat. Ainsley fingered her clit with one hand and scratched my back with the other. I had an arm over her shoulders, another slowly pumping myself. Lizzie came.
"Don't stop James!" and "Watch me come!" were garbled as Lizzie arched off the stool. I could only imagine what force her pussy gripped James by the look of sheer exalted panic that crossed his reddened face. Both had hit orgasm but where Lizzie was loud and violently reacting James was breathless and quiet doing little more than vibrating tightly as he filled his condom. Ainsley whimpered, her nails sharp against her as she masturbated. My back was red along the paths her fingers followed. Lizzie collapsed sucking in air with a look of happy exhaustion covered by the hair that cascaded before her face. James stumbled backwards, slapped her ass, and helped her onto unsteady feet.
"Come this way," Lizzie told the two of us as she walked jerkily to the love seat. I took the seat to her left; Ainsley perched on my open thighs. James took the far armrest, breathing hard. He had brought over more condoms from one of the grocery bags. I still had a hand on my dick but Ainsley picked it off and led it to her hip so she could slide in tighter. "Are you going to be OK, baby?"
"A minute or two to recover," James grunted, "and I'll be better than OK."
"I'm ready now," Lizzie ran a hand up and under the back of James's shirt. "Do you want Ainsley to kiss it and make it better?"
"What?" Ainsley exclaimed. I put my hand on Lizzie's thigh and made her turn to me.
"But it worked so well for you," Ainsley caught Lizzie's crawling hand before it reached me.
"I like watching you," I admitted, "I thought that's what this is about."
"So did I," Ainsley said dangerously.
"Kind of hypocritical, after you both kissed us," Lizzie pouted, I read something particularly dangerous in her green eyes, "because I thought this was all about sharing and trust."
I looked to Ainsley and she looked to me, both of us looked flushed, embarrassed and aroused but neither of us was giving away a yes or a no.
"I like their idea," James said strongly, "but I can honestly say I found Lizzie telling me to get head from another girl hotter than anything I've ever heard before."
"I knew you would," Lizzie pulled James into an uncomfortable bend for a kiss, "but if I'm the only one with a sense of adventure..."
She trailed off but it was all challenge. I didn't want to back down and I'm sure Ainsley read that on my face. She pleaded, "Robbie, can I talk to you in the bathroom?"
I didn't say yes; I swept her up and carried her there. I could feel Lizzie smirking triumphantly behind me. James slipped into where I had been sitting.
"I think I want to go," She said, she was meeting my eyes in the mirror.
I'll admit, I really wanted to attack the word think. I was stiff and I was trying not to react to her ass that was right in front of me. I almost threw her to the tiles and fucked her. I wanted to stay; I wanted to find out just how far this could go. But a spark of sense was in my head. This was as far as Ainsley wanted to go. Further might be dangerous.
"Let's get our stuff then," I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Really?" Ainsley said brightly, I tried to meet her smile, but I was slow. She noticed. "You want to stay." It was almost accusing.
"I want to go or stay with you," I said honestly. Her smile returned, though not as fiercely vibrant.
"Do you want me to fuck James?" She asked.
"No," I said and she grasped the honesty.
"I want to see you in all the ways I've felt you," I explained, "I want to experience every facet of you."
"That sounds pretty intense," she was searching for words, "It hurt to see you kiss Lizzie."
"I felt like ice when you kissed James," I added soberly, "But you were undeniably beautiful. Part of me really liked it."
"I'm pretty sure I know what you mean," Ainsley's teeth shone under her smile, "I'm willing if we talk to them about what is and is not OK. No jumping into things."
I hugged her from behind; she wiggled against my cock. I was more excited; by the hand she led me back to the loveseat. Lizzie was on all fours, mouth filled with James's resurrection. He was still hovering on the armrest. Ainsley's hand squeezed mine and I squeezed back. I took the nearby chair then she took my lap.
"Feeling adventurous?" Lizzie's mouth had come off of James with a pop. She perched on her knees; James fell onto the nearby cushion.
"And anxious," Ainsley admitted, I kissed her shoulder. "I want to talk about this."
"Oh," Lizzie seemed a little sad; James looked on with respect. "What do you want to know?"
"What's out of bounds?" I explained, "What everyone is willing to do or witness."
"I'm good for just about anything," Lizzie announced. That seemed to sting James a little.
"You'd let him fuck you?" James flinched.
"And her," Lizzie winked at Ainsley. I felt her squirm on my lap.
"I'd be OK with that side of things," James said, "but I don't know about him and you."
"I kind of feel the same," I admitted, Ainsley pinched the back of my neck.
"If I fuck her, you're fucking James," Ainsley announced, turned to see Lizzie looking a little down, "no offence Lizzie."
"A little bit of offence," Lizzie corrected, "but that's OK. I think we're all good with each other. Just suffering stage fright and this," she waved at the four of us, "is just to calm us down."
"There's some sense to that," Ainsley did not give me a friendly look for saying that, "but I think we should stick to watching each other, not," I couldn't find the word I wanted, "cross contaminating."
"So I'm going to watch you?" Lizzie's lips opened into a grin. "Can I make requests?"
"What?" Ainsley responded with a bit of fright.
"Fuck her in the ass," Lizzie ordered me. I have to admit, I responded with interest and enthusiasm. James was fitting himself with a new condom, his eyes showed that he expected Lizzie to supply the service as well. Lizzie walked to the counter and fetched a small tub of petroleum jelly.
"I've never--" Ainsley had tried to say wide-eyed but turned on me when she felt my curiosity. "Robbie, please."
I hate to say it, but her reluctance made it seem that much more exciting. Under Lizzie's unspoken command James tossed me a condom and Lizzie approached with the jelly. Ainsley gave me a fearful look, but it faded swiftly replaced with indignant courage. She took the condom from my hand and turned to pull it down my hard cock. She had the circle of plastic above my cock when she twitched away, standing ramrod straight.
"Oh?" Lizzie had too lightly yellow and slippery looking fingers, "You're going to want this." James was smiling like a hyena as he came across the room to join his girlfriend. I was looking into Ainsley's eyes. The words "Save me!" seemed to be written on them. I didn't want to, Lizzie was looking malicious and sexy and I wanted her to play with Ainsley. Still I got up, walked up against Ainsley, stroked her hair with one hand and snatched the tub from Lizzie with the other. The redhead moved and James took her to the other couch.
"Why does this excite you?" Ainsley asked, clearly confused as she rolled the condom down my cock.
"A little bit because it scares you," I admitted, she gave me an angry look, "mostly because you're letting me touch you in new ways." She seemed to calm a little from that, but still looked a bit afraid. I had her kneeling, straddling my right knee as I reached around her to rub her ass with my fingers. She responded in jerky motions, I put another hand on her pussy and found she was still very wet, and when I touched her asshole I felt it strongly in her pussy. She was applying the jelly with both hands to my dick, liberally would be an understatement.
"Holy shit!" Lizzie shrieked as James drilled into her ass, "Careful!" She was whimpering, "Slowly..."
James, however, was acting sadistic and over excited. Lizzie was on her back, her legs high in the air to either side of James as he, on his knees before the love seat, found a vicious rhythm. Ainsley got very afraid.
"I'm not James," I promised, taking a bit of the jelly from the tub and teasing Ainsley's ass. She bit her lip as my index finger breached her. Slowly I teased her, nibbling at her shoulders. She was leaving the jelly all over the back of the chair where she was locked in a death grip. Lizzie was changing her pitch now. Sobs had disappeared in favor of grunts and curses. I knew she was fucking herself as James thrust ferociously. Ainsley yelped as I put a second finger inside her.
"Are you ready?" I asked her. We had applied a lot of the jelly to both my cock and her ass.
"No," She snivelled.
I gave her a soft smile and we climbed off the chair. I threw the cushion onto the floor and she sat down on it.
"Lean back," I whispered in her ear, she did, letting me kneel between her raised knees. Her honey eyes were scared. "Trust me."
She did, I pressed my dick to the tightness of her asshole. Lizzie was shouting profanities; James was failing to breath rhythmically. Ainsley held my neck with her slippery hands. I steadied my dick in one hand, balanced above her with the other. It was a pathetic little squeak she made when I first pushed into her. Her ass was so tight; it choked my dick fiercely as I eased into her. She let out a harsh breath when I had reached the deepest.
"Stop!" she squealed when I aimed to start back out. I leaned in closely to her; she folded a little under me. I kissed her, she tried to kiss back, every now and then clenching and I had to tell her to relax. James and Lizzie were fucking with abandon and Lizzie was riding two of her fingers as well as James. He grunted, tore her bra open, the lace ripping over her left breast. He sank his teeth into her. She cried out.
"I'm going to move," I said gently, she shook her head but said "Gently." I was, though James and Lizzie's example was hard not to follow. Four long strokes and I was feeling dangerously tense. But Ainsley was breathing steadier, she would kiss my lips and suck in air as I pulled out and exhaled as I moved in. James came, Lizzie, still frantically trying to catch up as James, flexed and kicked as she violently used her fingers.
"This is torture," I whispered, Ainsley bit my ear.
"I'm the one that hurts!" she seethed.
"Does it feel that bad?" I tried to sound sympathetic; I wanted just to copy the impetus I had witnessed.
"You're making it better," Ainsley smiled, though her eyes were still showing distress.
"I didn't finish!" Lizzie moaned as James pulled out and removed the heavy rubber from his penis. He gave a tired smile and sank to her pussy, all tongue and teeth. Lizzie happily responded with contented noises.
"Go a little faster," Ainsley encouraged. She closed her eyes, and her set jaw suggested clenched teeth. Slowly I built in pressure, and slowly Ainsley relaxed for me. It sometimes hurt, how tight she was. I was too worked up to care. It was intense, and Ainsley was surely letting go of her fear and discomfort. She was breathing in hisses and sighs. I was grunting and gasping in time with my hips. Lizzie erupted to the side, a string of vitriolic curses as her body spasmed. James loudly slurped.