'Now, inside me'.
At her cue I pushed my tongue up and through her labia, making it as stiff and pointed as I could. I felt the warm, wet folds of her vagina swallow my tongue as she settled herself onto my face again. Her buttocks separated against my nose and I felt it's tip push against the outside of her puckered bottom. I was lost in the moment, not thinking of how strange this was, enveloped by the sensuous exposure. My body shivered in pleasure and my mind focused on the delicious taste of Harriet's juices flowing down my tongue and into my mouth.
A tightness and a slight buzz of pleasure hit my cock, and a smooth warmth touched my thighs. I could hear little now as Harriet clasped her thighs around my head and pushed her clit against my chin; but I guessed that Deidre was fucking me. The increased movement across my thighs confirmed this, and the bed became a wave machine as the rhythms of both women speeded up. Harriet's anus flexed against my nose and she ground herself against my lips and chin. A sudden stiffening from her, and my tongue was gripped by her muscles. I felt excitement as I realized she was coming, and seconds later I felt the tension spill from her body as she pooled her weight down on me. The pressure on my face was intimidating, but I was distracted by the activity at my middle, as Deirdre picked up the pace of her movements and began to slide up and down my cock with greater rapidity.
Harriet pushed herself down along my head and positioned her buttocks over my mouth. I felt her part them around my face and then I felt her softness against my lips. 'Lick me' and my tongue was out again, this time exploring the unmistakable wrinkles of her arsehole.
I had fantasized about this often. Kelly was an adventurous lover, but did not like to be touched on her anus. I had been fascinated and repulsed in equal measure by this part of a woman's anatomy most of my adult life, and had brought myself to orgasm many times thinking about this very act. As I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hole, I heard a faint sigh and a louder scream. Deidre was coming, gripping my cock for dear life as Harriet imposed her arse more firmly onto my face, pushing my tongue deeper into her. The contrasting sensations were captivating, as were the very different rhythms of the two women, out of synch but also complementing each other in their cycles of arousal and satiation.
Harriet lingered on my face for what felt like tens of minutes, but Deidre moved off of me soon after her orgasm. I was still lost in the joy of giving in to these women, but was also becoming aware of the aches in my body, especially my tongue. The latter was firmly ensconced in Harriet, and I both enjoyed the tight, smoothness of her and the slightly dark, musky taste of her perfumed bottom, mixing with her syrupy juices. She shifted again, this time moving off my body completely and off the bed too. Reaching behind my head, she undid the blindfold, and I was able to see the room - and it's occupants – properly for the first time.
'Time for a break and a little talk I think' said Harriet, smiling almost indulgently at me.