A Talk Between Friends Ch. 02

"Turn around. Show it all!" Mara insisted.

Robyn spun slowly on the ball of her right foot.

"Spectacular! Paul is going to be jealous. He might off himself if he misses this."

Robyn shucked off the thong and plopped on the couch. Keeping her legs together, she examined her chosen toys. A buzzing sound filled the room. Robyn glanced at Mara, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, expressing her body's sensation.

Inspired Robyn opened her legs, pussy waxed and receptive, retrieved the small egg and turned it on. With the oscillating toy in her fist, she lowered her hand and put a knuckle against her clit and down her open wet pussy lips. She gasped at the strong sensation and squeezed her eyes tight. Remembering where she was, Robyn opened her fist and opened her eyes. Mara stared at her with a big smile, at least as big a smile as you can have with the tip of an oversized egg protruding lewdly from your mouth.

"Ms. Robyn, I am not going to take long at all, so I'm waiting for you to catch-up. You continue while I try to shoehorn this plug into my butt."

Robyn lowered her buzzing hand back to her pussy and let the vibrations do their job hoping Ed was on his way. She watched Mara move to sitting on the couch edge with her feet on the floor and spread lube around the bright pink plug. She raised her butt off the couch and placed the plug on the couch continuing to hold it. With her other hand, the one closest to Robyn, grabbed her buttock and pulled one cheek to the side.

Robyn saw she could be helpful, but she wasn't comfortable giving intimate help. What if that's what I opened with Ed in response to his question on what she did that day? "Mara struggled inserting her butt plug, so I gave her a hand." Robyn snickered at the thought.

Mara responded, "This would be a lot easier if you helped. That is if you're done laughing."

"I'm sorry. That's not what I was laughing at, and no, I'm not going to help. Not because you don't need it. You obviously do. I'm not ready to go there."

Mara unbuttoned her shirt like the buttons were on fire. The front clasping bra followed. "I've been hot for most of the day." Her small breasts didn't move as she shifted on the couch.

"Sounds like hot flashes to me," said Robyn.

Mara shot Robyn a look. "It's funny, girl, until they're your hot flashes. I hope I'm there to witness your hormonal moments."

Robyn watched as Mara started and quickly rose again because the older woman was off-target. After a couple of fits and starts, Robyn saw the bulls-eye breached. Mara rose again just a little and came back down. She grimaced and whimpered hanging in mid-air and using both hands to help support her.

"I'm not sure this is going to fit. Maybe it's like pierced ears. If you don't use them then they close."

"I know you said it had been years since you'd had anal sex, but that hole is used for other things, remember?"

Mara looked at Robyn, her head tilted to the side a bit in confusion. Then her face brightened. "Oh, yes, that would keep it from closing, too. I'm not very bright at the moment." Mara took a couple of deep breaths. "Here, goes." She dropped down and whimpered again as the plug slipped in. "Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. It stings!" Rapid shallow breaths followed. "If I didn't think it would hurt as much coming out I'd yank it." She gingerly assumed her position half-reclining. She sat back as the pain diminished. Robyn continued to work her hand along her clit. Moisture leaked between her cheeks.

"Do you want me to get a towel? "

"Nah. I love your bare pussy, but I'd be too scared it would hurt"

"You just stuck a log up your ass. I think you can handle a waxing," said Robyn as she reached for the vibe.

"You've arrived."

"I've arrived where?"

"You've arrived at the 'want something in you' point."

"It's amazing how one second I'm not ready and the next minute it's 'fill me up' time," replied Robyn.

Talking faded. Sliding, moaning and breathing filled the room with eyes closed. Robyn peeked once and spied Mara pull at her small dark nipples sitting atop her small boobs as she worked the egg shape in and out stretching her pussy with each entry and exit time. Mara's eyes opened.

"Stop watching me," said Robyn.

"You stop watching me," replied Mara.

"I'll leave if you don't stop," threatened Robyn.

"See ya. You're not going anywhere until you come, are you, bitch?" asked Mara.

"Nowhere. Not budging, queen bitch," answered Robyn. "At least shut up."

"Mums the word."

The heat overtook Robyn and she yanked the tank over her head. She reached around to remove the bra.

Mara kept her word. Robyn watched between her own erotic moans and sighs as they moved closer to powerful orgasms. Mara held the vibrating egg directly against her clit and moaned with abandon as she moved the plug in and out of her ass. Her involuntary expressions of pleasure filled the room as surely as the smell of sex and female arousal permeated the space. Mara froze, her mouth open in a silent scream as her whole body clenched and jerked. Her legs closed as the climatic tension dissipated.

As Mara's orgasm ended Robyn's started resulting in one long continuous climax across the couch. Robyn found herself in another crazy pleasure moment with the wine and the situation coursing through her head she cried aloud as rapturous convulsions started.

With the dam broken, Robyn lazily nursed her clit to extract every bit of bliss from her marvelous come. Her breathing slowed. Every nerve ending in her body pulsed with life hypersensitive to the slightest changes in the rooms. She opened her eyes after sensing one such change.

Mara surprised her, kneeling in front of Robyn's open legs on the sofa, her face less than a foot from Robyn's quim.

"I've never watched another woman come," said Mara peering closely at Robyn's still twitching cunt. "That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Robyn tucked both hands behind her head giving the older woman an unimpeded view of her smooth glistening mons reveling in the lack of tension in her body. She still felt the ghost of her fingers playing across her pussy. She watched as Mara's face moved closer a view of the face giving way to blonde coiffure, the dark roots just emerging from her scalp. Mara never had a hair out of place. The hair gave way to a short bronze back, a white patch marked her bikini line flowing to a narrow waist.

"Are you getting a close enough look?" Anja asked nervously, pushing her breath out.

"Can I touch it?" asked Mara.

"I don't think that's a good idea," responded Robyn.

Mara either didn't hear Robyn or ignored her as she softly slid her fingers around Robyn's sex.

Robyn closed her eyes and leaned against the pillow, which was supported by the arm of the couch, sinking into a post coital relaxation. She focused on the feeling of the fingers not whose fingers they were. Female sex filled her nostrils. Not just her smell, it was the combination of the two randy women. Mara spoke. The words floated through Robyn's head unprocessed, but they niggled at Robyn like an itch as if the words had some import. She raised her head again to see Mara's extended her tongue inching towards her glistening pussy. Robyn tried to extract her hands from behind her head to push Mara away, but her arms were half-asleep, and Robyn wasn't quick enough. She had no leverage reclining and couldn't shift her cunt away from the tentative pussy seeking pink tongue.

"Can I lick it?" That is what Mara had asked.

A nervous and anxious Robyn rushed to say, "I don't." Her words died as Mara's tongue probed her opening. Wet silky folds gave. Every pore, every nerve ending screamed for attention from the insistent pink phallus. Mara investigated the inner lips and outer lips avoiding Robyn's sensitive clit. The tongue explored the pink hole uncertainly, but gradually with more aggression, Mara probed her with a stiff tongue.

The feeling expanded and Robyn wanted it to continue, but convention blocked her. She said, "Maybe we should . . . should . . . should" She started to say 'stop' but never finished as Mara said 'uh uh' without moving her mouth away. The vibrations from Mara's vocal cords delivered new sensations that exploded along Robyn's nervous system.

Robyn caught movement out of the corner of her eye as she watched Mara's head shift around to redirect her tongue on its discovery expedition. Paul stopped short a few steps into the living room staring at the improbable sight before him, mouth hanging open, confused puppy dog head tilt, just as Mara described him during dinner, as he watched the back of his wife's head navigate between Robyn's legs. His eyes traveled beyond Mara's head to Robyn, a sheen of sweat covering her body. He saw one arm behind her head, which pointed one full breast capped with a small pink rigid nipple to the ceiling. The other hand clutched a fistful of blanket lying on the back of the sofa. Their eyes linked as Robyn moaned continuously. She watched Paul unbutton his jeans, silently unzip, push his underwear down until his semi-hard cock emerged. He took it in his right hand watching the tableau before him. He stared hungrily at Robyn's face and breasts. His gaze strolled down his wife's bobbing head back and along her back. Standing behind Mara Robyn knew he saw his wife's excited pussy. Robyn ran her tongue along her upper lip excited by the proximity of a hardening cock a few feet away.

Robyn lost sight of the cock when Mara moved to her clit. Her eyes closed and her hips involuntarily elevated seeking more pressure. Mara moved to the area at the top of the swell without further direct contact on the most sensitive of places, and then she felt nothing. She whimpered in frustration and her hips sank. A new sensation surged over the area as Mara blew a gush of air across her mons. The contrast between the wet probing tongue and the flitting, light, startling cool wind across her loins drew another moan.

Mara's head pressed into Robyn's juicy center and her friend's moan reverberated through Robyn's core. Mara was no reluctant cunnilinguist. Robyn opened her eyes and saw she was going to have to wait for cock because Paul was firmly planted in his wife. Robyn focused on Mara's tongue to dampen her cock jealousy. 'Where was Ed? Where were the Seahawks?' she wondered.

Mara moaned each time Paul drove into her, and the resulting vibrations fired dazzling feelings throughout Robyn's body.

Through squinted eyelids she saw Paul grip Mara's hips like he was afraid she might get away. Mara enthusiastically met Paul's every thrust but should Mara change her mind for some reason Robyn would direct that talented mouth to her honeypot until she was satisfied. Robyn heard her own moaning was increase in volume and frequency. She glanced up. Paul's gaze fixed to her, eyes searing her, wanting her now. Mara held the cock, but Paul fucked Robyn whose long graceful neck whipped back in ecstasy as a vigorous plunge forced Mara's tongue on her clit with great ardor.

When she looked at Paul again he watched her large breasts bounce on her chest with each jolt he delivered to Mara. "You're welcome," said Paul slightly out of breath.

"Thank you sir, knight. You are an extraordinary jouster," replied Robyn out of breath herself.

Mara lifted her head from Robyn's pussy. "What about me?" she asked face glistening with Robyn's juices. "I'm doing all the work, cunt licker and pincushion" In response, Paul stopped moving to Mara's dismay.

"You're a slut," Robyn declared. Then In a lower quicker Seinfeld-like voice she continued, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." She caressed Mara's cheek with her hand. "I've done some crazy things but nothing as depraved as what you're doing now." She gave the couple a wicked sultry smile. "Not yet." Robyn reached to the end table for a sip of wine and returned it. With a sharp clap she declared, "That's enough rest you slackers. It's time for me to come again. Andale. Andale. Chop, chop." She pulled her friend's face to her weeping quim, and using a circular motion with her other hand instructed Paul to begin pile driving once again.

"That's perfect," she purred as the duo found their rhythm. The short break was good for Paul, he was near his limit. A month ago he would have come in his pants when he walked in the room, but with all the sex he had had over the last two weeks his stamina was better. He was coming soon. A woman's moans often put him over the top, and two women's moans filled the room. Now as he feasted on Robyn's beautiful body and ecstatic face, he watched Mara grab a handful of bountiful breast in each hand, pull, and twist repeatedly. Paul passed the point of no return. He pronounced his climax with a roar. The muscles in the side of his neck knotted in thick cords, as he filled Mara. It felt to Robyn that Paul was going to push Mara through her crotch. The extended pressure triggered Robyn's release. Her orgasm bloomed like a chrysanthemum firecracker and her wails of ecstasy drowned out Paul's. Her hips rose from the sofa just as if there was a cock inside her and she tried to guide it as deep as possible.

Paul sat back on the opposite arm of the couch, spent. Robyn lay back languidly as her body recovered. Mara needed immediate help, "Someone please help me move. How can you get so stiff doing something you enjoy so much?"

Paul leaped to assist Mara. Robyn rested. With her husband's assistance she straightened her legs, slouched against the back of the sofa, and stretched her legs trying to return feeling to them.

"Thank you, hunky husband," said Mara. "How about you come over and finish what you started?" She beckoned him. "Maybe when you're done with me you'll be hard again, and we'll find someone else for you to play with." She pulled Paul over to her mouth as forcefully as a 110 pound woman can jerk a 225 pound man. Robyn watched the couple work their mouths like randy teenagers. Those were her juices they were pushing around. It gave her a shiver. She wanted to participate, help Mara feel as good as Mara had made her feel, but she wasn't ready to go down on another woman.

Paul kissed his way down Mara's body. Mara's soft moans made it clear that Paul had found her special spot. Mara worked her pelvis up and down like she was doing the most pleasurable exercises in the world. "You do that so well Pauley, don't stop."

Robyn crawled across the couch and smothered Mara's moan with a deep probing kiss before moving down the side of her neck nibbling and licking the smoothness that gave way to soft downy hairs near the start of her scalp. Robyn's right hand softly grazed the underside of Mara's small breast avoiding her nipple. She gave a gentle squeeze eliciting her own moan from Mara. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

Robyn shifted her hand to the other breast and took the hard dark nipple in mouth. The room shivered with mournful empathy at Mara's deprivation. Robyn alternated between each breast sometimes sucking all the flesh into her mouth and other times swirling the nipple with her tongue interspersed with occasional gentle bites. Leaning across Mara's body Robyn's left breast came in contact with Mara's body. Robyn froze when she felt a hand sliding across her right breast. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Paul's arm. Paul watched her as he ran his tongue vigorously across Mara's clit. His other hand sawed his wife's cunt with two fingers. He pulled his head away silently mouthing, "Is that ok?"

Robyn turned back to the glistening breast and gave it a long pressure filled lick with the length of her broadened tongue while she moved her hand on top of Paul's and squeezed it to her breast.

Mara was on the last leg of her long-awaited well-deserved climax. Mara chanted her 'don't stop, don't stop' just as she'd described it to Robyn two weeks ago. Mara's hips rose and fell like a piston in time with Paul's finger thrusts his tongue stationary letting Mara's hips guide her clit across it.

"Harder, Robyn. Bite it," Mara pleaded, and Robyn gathered the nubbin between her teeth and pressed as Paul hefted Robyn's breast molded into his hand. At that moment Mara's body went rigid and her gratified cry pierced the air above Robyn's head as Robyn squeezed and released the nipple caught in her teeth again and again as the wailing continued. Robyn looked down to see Paul continue to thrust and lick. She didn't notice the hand had left her breast until she felt it sliding between her legs from behind across her slick lips. Her own moan slipped from her mouth even while she kept the climaxing woman's nipple clamped between her teeth. Paul moved Robyn's clit in concert with his tongue spreading delightful feelings through her body. With Mara coming down, Paul knew how Mara could take and kept his tongue resting on Mara's clit thinking about tackling the next available clit in the room. Mara loved Paul's understated motion. She pulled Robyn's face from her tit to her mouth for a long tongue cavorting kiss.

After the passionate nosh Robyn pulled away. "I have a confession to make," she panted. "Your husband is playing with my pussy," she pressed her mouth to Mara's once again, "and I'm loving it." Mara moved one hand to Robyn's breast squeezing and moved to Robyn's pussy with the other to join her husband's. Three hands danced over Robyn, rubbing, grinding, inserting, and raising Robyn's temperature.

Mara pulled away from the kiss this time and said, "Where the hell is your husband? We need him."

"Who?"

"The second cock?"

"Oh, him. Yeah, he's letting us down. Let me call him. You'll have to stop what you're doing though. There is no way I can call him now." Robyn's breathing was getting short as the older couple continued to massage her.

"It might get him here faster."

"It might, at that."

"I'll stop," Mara declared. "I need to go to the bathroom and remove my plug. Paul, pour us more wine and bring a pitcher of water upstairs."

Robyn slid away from Mara, grabbed her phone and texted Ed, "The party has already started. Hurry! We need U!!!!!"



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