Sisterhood - Temptation Ch. 18

Katharina swung her legs off the bed and slid down to stand beside Ivy. She fussed at the curtains until she found the breach between them and pulled them aside, "No no, I did I suppose. So, shall we go and check on them, do you think? Or would that be rude?"

Ivy pondered, "No, it's been a while. Maybe we can invite them to come shower with us. No way you're leaving here looking like that."

Katharina stepped out and led the way across the room. She reached for her hair and felt a crusty knot between her fingers, "I look a bit of a mess, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry," said Ivy, "But you can shower. Take your time. I'm going to make sure we don't lose our dates again."

Katharina saw two further doors at the far end of the long room. Both looked as if they were made of darkened glass, "Hm, I bet Anna has a really fancy bathroom, too."

Katharina made her way down the room, Ivy behind her, watching each empty bed pass by on her right. She experienced a brief rising unease when the thought occurred to her that an obvious next piece of mischief for Mari to visit upon her would be to take Josephine and hide away somewhere, expecting to be hunted down. But it was dispelled when she heard again the two murmuring voices close by, laughing with each other.

Five beds went by and they approached the final one. There was a ruffle of movement across the curtains and then they were swept aside as a naked Josephine descended carefully from the bed, one leg at a time, with Mari, likewise naked, sitting astride her shoulders.

Katharina waved and mumbled a greeting. At that moment she became aware again of her own nakedness. She found that being naked often felt the strangest a minute or so after orgasm, when she no longer felt sexy or exciting, just her plain self, bare, her skin slightly cold. She watched the cheerful smile on Josephine's face twist into a sudden expression of surprise. Josephine was staring right down between Katharina's legs, to where her dick hung soft and heavy half way down her thigh. Josephine continued to stare for a moment, before seeming to check herself and look up sharply.

"Hi," Mari waved from atop Josephine's shoulders.

Katharina resisted the reflex to examine Josephine's body. At a glance, she saw the soft and slightly downy skin, the small breasts squashed together between Mari's dangling feet, and the flat, slim surface of her stomach.

"Hi you two," Ivy replied.

"So," Mari set her hands on Josephine's head, then rested her chin on them, "You two been fucking? Or just cuddling?"

"Yeah funny," Ivy drawled, "So, you want to join us for a shower?"

Josephine looked up and hefted Mari on her shoulders, "What do you say, partner?"

"Okay," Mari chirped. She pointed to one of the darkened glass doors in the far wall of the room, "That way."

Josephine walked carefully over towards the door, holding Mari's legs at the ankles. Josephine lifted one foot to prod at the door, and it swung inward. Mari ducked as Josephine stepped through the doorway, then leaned out to press a lightswitch.

Ivy and then Katharina followed Josephine into another much smaller room. The floor was tiled, and felt warm against the soles of Katharina's feet. The lighting was even softer than in the bedroom, a deep yellow, like a steady candlelight. There were cupboards, and a worktop with a washbasin, and in the center of the room was a long, shoulder-high table, upholstered, like a high chaise, and with a towel laid out on top of it. Something about the arrangement of the table struck Katharina as odd, and then she noticed that there were thin, dark red velvet cushions laid out on the floor directly beneath it.

"Woah, is this...?" Ivy stepped up to the table and put her hand on it, smoothing her palm across the towel.

"What is it?" Josephine asked.

"This isn't the bathroom, is it?" said Katharina.

"We'll go there in a moment. Let me show you what this is," Mari held out her arms towards the table.

Josephine walked over to the table and bent to set Mari's feet on it. She ducked and Mari hoisted herself forward and off Josephine's shoulders to stand on the table.

Katharina approached the table along with the others, curious. As she peered over onto the top of it, she saw two holes cut into the tabletop. One was oval shaped and about the size of a human head, and was located near the end of the table. The other was smaller, a bit more than the diameter of a fist, and placed about half way along the table's length. The towel too had matching holes, with neatly sewn borders, and was laid exactly so as to align the holes with those in the table.

Mari picked her way carefully to the end of the table, seeming to take care not to shift the towel beneath her feet, then she squatted over the larger hole and slowly sat back until she fell into it, wedged inside with part of her rear end protruding under the table top and her knees clutched up against her chest.

"Are you sure that's how it's supposed to be used?" Katharina laughed. She reached over to grip the rim of the smaller hole near the center of the table, "What about this bit? Not even you could fit through here."

Mari kicked her feet, grinning, "I bet your girlfriend knows what that one's for."

"Where's Jo?" Ivy looked around.

Katharina turned too. Josephine seemed to have disappeared. Then Mari twitched and let out a loud shriek. Katharina bent and saw Josephine kneeling on the cushions beneath the table, the tip of her outstretched tongue lapping at Mari's exposed pussy.

"Ahh, Jo you are too good at this," Mari groaned. She spread her arms across the table and sighed, leaning her head back and going limp.

"This is Anna's milking table, isn't it?" said Ivy.

"What's that?" Josephine's voice called out from beneath the table, muffled and slurring.

"Hah. I knew Ivy would know what it's called," Mari giggled.

"So what is a milking table?" Katharina asked.

Ivy smiled at her, "Well you lie on your front and put your face where Mari is sitting," Ivy began.

"Always put your face where I'm sitting," Mari laughed.

A sloppy murmur of assent sounded from beneath the table.

"Like on some massage tables, you know?" Ivy continued, "So you don't have to turn your head to the side. It's more comfortable."

"Okay, yeah, I've seen those," said Katharina.

"And well, Anna is a tall girl. So just imagine if she's lying on her front with her face there. What's sticking down through here?" Ivy tapped her fingers against the rim of the smaller hole.

"Ah. Right," Katharina wondered that she hadn't figured it out for herself.

Ivy turned to Mari, "So she gets you to milk her, does she?"

"Mmm," Mari nodded.

There was a wet smack of lips and a gasp from beneath the table. "Fuck, so tasty!" Josephine called out, "Sometimes I feel like I could just spend an entire day eating pussy."

"Ha, don't stop," Mari squeaked.

Katharina bent to look beneath the table, and watched Josephine take hold of Mari's taut buttocks and bury her face against Mari's glistening pussy.

"Ahh yeah," Mari groaned. She reached her hands out in front of her and called out, "So Ivy, you guessed it right. That means you get to have a go on it. Get up here."

Ivy laughed. The coolness and careful swagger with which she often carried herself in front of other girls evaporated for a moment as she clambered up onto the table. She looked excited.

Katharina straightened up to take hold one of Mari's outstretched arms, "Here, let me help you out."

Katharina tugged, pushing up on Mari's upper arm. Given the height of the table she couldn't really lean into the lift. Mari grasped at Katharina's shoulder, squirming and trying to jolt herself upward.

"Shit," Mari sighed, panting, "I'm stuck."

"Josephine," Katharina looked down, "Give her a push, will you?"

Josephine laughed and got to her feet. She bent to wedge her shoulders under Mari's behind, and heaved, pushing up with her back. Ivy knelt on the table in front of Mari and pulled her by the hands, hauling her forward and out of the hole.

"Whew, thanks," Mari blew the hair from her eyes.

"We should have left you in there," Katharina smiled, "Let Anna find you later."

"Ah, we can still wedge her back in before we leave," said Ivy.

Mari stuck out her tongue at Ivy, "Brave words from someone who's about to lie down and be milked."

Mari swiveled on her behind, then swung herself off the edge of the table, falling to her feet. She turned back and reached up on the tips of her toes, blindly tugging at the towel to pull it back into place. Katharina helped her, smoothing out a few ridges and setting the two holes flush with those in the table.

"Okay Ivy," Katharina smiled, "Make yourself comfortable."

Ivy knelt and looked down. She waddled back and forth for a moment, seeming to assess where to place herself, then she leaned forward and stretched out on her front. Her head came to rest just below the larger hole. She turned it to one side, looking at Katharina, and folded her hands beneath her cheek.

"Haha, you're actually quite small for a dickgirl, aren't you?" Mari chuckled.

"We're not all tall, you know," Ivy scowled, "I know plenty who are shorter than me."

Josephine staggered out from underneath the table, giggling, "Get milking, Thumbelina. Show us how it's done."

Mari smirked and held out her hand towards the pile of cushions beneath the table, "After you two. Katja is probably the true expert here. She's quiet, but I've heard, well, you know..." Mari winked. She held one fist in front of pursed lips, and mimed slowly inserting a long object into her mouth.

"Har har," Katharina grinned.

She turned to Josephine and studied the girl's face, smiling at her, relaxed, cheerful. Though Josephine seemed extremely open, and energetic, Katharina was wary of being too forward with her. Josephine's beauty intimidated her, made her feel that if she confessed any attraction, however obliquely, she would be revealing herself as shallow, yet another bothersome admirer.

"Shall we team up?" Josephine tossed her head to point behind her. She looked Katharina in the eye, seemed to be searching her, hesitantly.

"Sure," Katharina replied, relieved. She took Josephine's hand and followed her back under the table.

Josephine turned around and then knelt on one side of the smaller opening. Ivy's dick hung down, half-stiff. Even on its own, sticking out of the small hole, framed only by Ivy's balls and a small ridge of bare skin, Ivy's dick looked somehow eager. It jutted downwards, looked heavy, slightly swollen. When Josephine reached out to stroke it with the palm of her hand it twitched suddenly, jerking upwards as if in surprise.

"She has a nice dick, doesn't she?" Josephine giggled.

"Yeah," Katharina smiled, "She does. Smooth and straight."

She knelt opposite, reached up and clasped her fingers around the shaft, higher up.

"So show me how it's done," Josephine held out her hands in front of her as of to hand over.

"Well, I know you're not going to believe me, but I'm not actually such an expert," Katharina began as she stroked her fist slowly up and down, "Mari was joking really." She leaned closer to Josephine and whispered, "Ivy is the experienced one. I'm actually kind of learning from her."

Josephine put her hand over her mouth, laughing silently.

"What are you two giggling about?" Ivy called out, her voice deepened and muffled by the cushioning surface of the table.

"Nothing," Josephine replied. She scrunched her eyes and smiled at Katharina, "You two are so cute."

"Oh," Katharina laughed, unsure how to receive the remark, "Thanks, I guess."

Josephine's smile suddenly fell, and she looked briefly embarrassed, "I don't mean... I mean, not because you're both... You're just sweet, is all I meant."

Katharina was a little relieved to see Josephine flustered. "It's okay," she reassured her, "Now, a bit of kissing is nice, to start with."

Katharina craned her head back and brought her lips to the underside of Ivy's dick, just above the tip. She kissed delicately, then again, then stuck out her tongue for a long parting lick before letting go and leaning back. "Would you like to have a go?" she asked.

Josephine leaned forward. There was a look of innocent excitement on her face as she thrust her head forward and put her lips to Ivy's dick, as Katharina had done.

"Mm, like this?" Josephine murmured as she ran her moist lips up and down.

"Yeah, that looks like it feels really nice," Katharina nodded, "Kissing and licking is best. You can, uh, use lots of spit to get it really smooth." She pointed and touched her finger to the underside of the tip, "Here, is where it's most sensitive."

There was a groan from above. Ivy's dick was pulsing and thickening in slow twitches against Josephine's lips. Josephine slid her mouth down to where Katharina had indicated, and lingered there, rubbing her lips and the tip of her tongue around in messy circles.

Katharina watched for a moment. She could feel herself warming and stiffening, her own dick beginning to rise between her thighs. Josephine looked happy, confident in what she was doing. Her eyes were closed and there was a little crease of concentration in her brow. Quiet, mumbling sighs blew from her lips as she clasped them in kisses against Ivy's shaft.

Then Josephine paused. Her eyes flicked open and she looked at Katharina. She twisted her mouth free and let Ivy's dick rest against her cheek, "Care to join me?"

"Of course," Katharina noticed a little nervous tremor in her own voice as she leaned forward. She wasn't sure why she should be nervous now. Perhaps because Josephine was new, or because she was so strikingly attractive.

Katharina paused with her face a few centimeters from Ivy's dick. When Josephine remained where she was, and smiled at her, Katharina closed the final distance and set her mouth on Ivy's shaft, just opposite Josephine's. She felt the tip of Josephine's nose tickle against her cheek as they both began stroking their lips slowly up and down.

There was a long lull in which Katharina savored the heat of Ivy's soft skin against her lips, and the sound of Josephine's quick, slurping breaths. "That nice?" Katharina called out finally.

"Uhh..." Ivy groaned. She sounded drowsy, relaxed, "Yeahhh. Fuck. Is that both of you doing that?"

Josephine nodded, "Yes. But don't worry, I'll keep my lips off your girlfriend."

"She's... unhhh," Ivy's protest trailed off into a halting moan as Josephine slid down and nuzzled her lips against the tip, briefly enveloping it.

Katharina followed Josephine down. With her tongue extended she traced a meandering line down one side of Ivy's dick. When her eyes met Josephine's, Josephine winked at her. Then Katharina felt a hand on hers. Josephine pulled gently, holding Katharina by the fingers, and guided them between her spread thighs. There, Katharina felt a silky tickle against her fingertips. Josephine's hairs were short, but very soft.

With Josephine still guiding her, Katharina laid her hand palm-up across the length of Josephine's pussy. When Josephine let go of her hand, Katharina left it there, cupped and pressing upward. At first, the folds around Josephine's slit felt dry, and grated slightly when Katharina tested a gentle motion with her fingers. But then Josephine wrapped her lips around Ivy's dick, muffling a faint gasp, and Katharina felt a tiny slick of moisture all along her middle finger. Her dick twitched and then began to stiffen further in a slow rush of excitement.

Katharina opened her mouth to slide it around Ivy's shaft. Her lips met Josephine's and they breathed deeply together. Then Katharina felt one hand slip onto her cheek, holding her head in place, while another took a firm hold of the end of her dick. Testing again, Katharina slid her finger just between the wet folds of Josephine's opening, and stroked slowly through them until she felt tauter, wetter skin within.

Josephine shuddered. "Uh, yeh," she whispered, "Just like that. Just press a bit, and keep stroking like that. That's all."

"Okay," Katharina whispered back. She focused on keeping a steady rhythm with the stroking of her finger, curling it to slide her fingertip in, then straightening as she withdrew. She realized she was getting a little out of breath, with the creeping, cumulative exertion of holding her kneeling pose and reining in her breathing so as not to be gasping right into Josephine's face.

"You two, uhh, conspiring?" Ivy mumbled.

Katharina drew a deep breath. "Conspiring to make you come," she gasped.

Josephine nodded and sighed. She slid out her tongue and curled it around the tip of Ivy's dick. Her kissing and slurping had become steadily more haphazard, and more vigorous. Katharina felt a little tug on the side of her head, Josephine pulling her closer. "I need kisses," Josephine whispered, a tremor in her breath, "It helps me get off. I'm close already."

Katharina opened her mouth wider and squashed her lips against Ivy's tip, circling and sliding over it and then onto Josephine's cheek. She thought she could feel the first flutter of a spasm from inside Josephine's body but she couldn't be sure. She quickened the movement of her finger, held the palm of her hand pressed tight to the mound of Josephine's pussy.

Katharina felt her dick thickening against Josephine's grip. Josephine was not stroking her, she just held tight, lightly squeezing. Katharina wondered whether Josephine was unsure what to do, though that seemed unlikely given how confident and direct she was. Perhaps she simply found it difficult to coordinate her movements while also being stroked herself. Squinting at the face in front of her, Katharina saw Josephine's eyebrows tense together. Her saliva-wet lips opened for a sudden gasp and then Katharina felt a slow, tight knot gather in the muscles just inside Josephine's opening, before pulsing slack against her finger.

Josephine's cheeks glowed red. Katharina could feel their warmth radiating against her own face.

"Whew," Josephine whistled, blowing against Katharina's cheek. Then she giggled to herself and pulled back, to purse her lips again and blow little puffs of air against the glistening shaft of Ivy's dick.

Katharina ceased the movements of her finger. "Should I stop?" she whispered.

Josephine sighed again, and nodded. Then she nuzzled her face against Ivy's dick, smearing it with saliva, "Now let's finish her off."

"Uhh. Yeah," Ivy groaned. Katharina heard movement from above, Ivy shifting herself a little. Her dick retreated up into the hole for a moment as she lifted her hips, then reappeared.

Katharina withdrew her hand carefully. She felt the coolness of Josephine's moisture on her fingers, and found she had to suppress the urge to wipe them somewhere. She shuffled, adjusting her kneeling position for comfort, then stretched out her tongue and slid it along the underside of Ivy's dick. Then she reached up and took hold of it at the base and began slowly pumping.

Josephine let go of Katharina and straightened up. She lifted her head, only for it to bump against the roof of the table. "Oops," she chuckled, then ran her lips down again along one side of Ivy's shaft.

Katharina quickened her pumping. She felt Ivy's balls bounce against her fingers as she jerked harder. She kissed and lapped her way up to join Josephine and they once more wrapped their lips together encircling Ivy's dick.

"Uh, I'm... Oh yeah, fuck," Ivy moaned.

Katharina slurred a few indistinct sounds of encouragement, pressing her lips tight to Josephine's. There was a jolt, Ivy's hips thrusting against the surface of the table, then Ivy's shaft began to twitch and thicken against Katharina's lips. She fancied she could even feel the liquid rush of cum inside it. Then she heard it, a muffled splatter against the cushions, followed by another which struck the skin of her knees.