Heaven Hath No Wrath Pt. 03

Cindy was humping Eric's thigh (and greatly exaggerating the pleasure it gave her) while Kiera was smothering him in her tits when he finally had them stand down. "Hang on, girls. It's been a long couple days with Cindy here," he said, and she beamed toothily. You're damn right it has been. "Tonight, I think I just want a good show. Kiera, I know you know your way around a woman's body... why don't you show Cindy the ropes?"

Kiera's bi? Wow, how did I not know that? She allowed herself a moment of regret for having projected a vibe that would make her friend uncomfortable sharing such a detail, mostly because a moment was all she had before Kiera's tongue was in her mouth. From there, the night passed by in a blur of sweat and cumming and serving, and Cindy was so disconnected from it all that she'd have been hard-pressed to remember anything but the occasional moment.

She remembered telling Eric about her encounter at the mall - not in the furious, accusatory tone she wanted but instead in a sensual, tantalizing manner, teasing out the details. How big Angela's tits had been. "Even bigger than yours, Kiera," she said, squeezing them appreciatively. How hot it had made her to have an audience, how much hotter it had made her to feel them cumming on her ass. Hotter still to be recreating it for Eric now.

She remembered Eric sitting on the floor, Kiera lying face-up between his legs, and Cindy kneeling with her legs spread as wide as they would go. As Kiera started licking her pussy, she began to kiss Eric. Funny, my tongue is mimicking the motion of hers. I wonder why...

She remembered lying down on her stomach on the bed with Kiera face down on top of her, spreading their legs equally wide and begging Eric to fuck them, whining and pleading. They giggled, as if it were a game with no winners or losers. He dragged his cock teasingly across Cindy's pussy, then up across her partner's. They mewed with need, and Cindy knew it was at least partially sincere; all these tongues and fingers in her cunt had made her sorely miss cock. Especially Eric's cock. Nothing ever had felt quite as good - true as much in her mind as in her body. (He didn't fuck either of them that night, to her chagrine.)

She remembered prompting Eric about the underwear he'd had her buy. She modeled it for him, but by the time she was wearing the second outfit, Kiera had tackled her to the couch and was kissing and fondling her like she'd never get another chance. He never did get to see her in the nightie that evening. Cindy supposed she had the rest of her life to show it to him.

She remembered the disgust she felt the first time her tongue slid into Kiera's slit and licked around inside her, imitating the things Angela and Kiera had done to her. Even by the time she first made Kiera cum, she had that averse reaction under control. By the fourth time Kiera came on her face, it felt perfectly normal. By the last time, she felt like she'd gotten good at it, and was taking some solace in all this that at least she was giving comfort to a fellow victim. In spite of herself, Cindy really was enjoying it. Does that make me bi? I guess so.

And she would always remember the next morning, waking up in the bed she'd shared with the two of them as Kiera dressed herself quietly, Eric still snoring softly. Cindy watched silently, filling with envy at the thought of being allowed to simply walk away from all this. Before she left, Kiera leaned down and gave Cindy a long kiss. Not for show this time, but just to kiss her. Then she left.

And Cindy was herself again.