White Ribbon

I brought Gail back down to the ground with me, and whispered "Just lick" in her ear before we both went to town on his cock. She'd lick up one side while I went down the other, occasionally we'd meet in the middle, and one of us would stroke with a free hand while we stole time for a kiss. Those periodic kisses got more passionate as his moans got more frequent and more demanding. Finally he said that our display was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, that we were driving him crazy, that he really needed to get off. Which stymied me. I wanted to go back to sucking that cock; I'd nearly gotten to feel it explode down my throat, and I felt at the time it had been a promise that I'd get to come back later. But I didn't want Gail left out, and I didn't know how to pull her in. She was guiding my head to his prick, and I was about to just give up and go for it, when I got a better idea.

I sat back, grinned at Gail, and asked if she trusted me. She nodded, sceptical, but it was enough. I pulled her in front of Rich's twitching dick, and had her sit very nearly in my lap. I whispered in her ear to pinch me if she needed me to stop, and told her to take her time getting him off. Then I started touching. I smoothed my hands down her ribcage and along her sides, across her belly and up to cup those lovely breasts. She gasped and jerked a bit as my palms came over them. I held still and quiet, not taking my hands away…but not pushing my luck. Finally she moaned happily, pressed forward against me, and went back to sucking Rich off. I caught Rich's eye and winked, then started rolling her nipples between my fingers; first left, then right, pressing my tits against her back as I did. Her tight little ass started moving against my crotch, and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder lost in pleasure.

God they were perfect tits, they fit exactly in my hands, soft mounds with hard tips. I pulled one bra cup down so I could get a better feel. Rich couldn't make up his mind whether to close his eyes and enjoy Gail's blowjob, or keep them open and watch me feeling her up. Switching back and forth, I like to think, helped him last longer than he would have if he'd been able to commit. I kept one hand playing with her exposed breast and trailed the other ever so slowly down across her body, over her belly button, to rest on her mound, my fingers hanging gently between her crossed legs. Mostly I just let the weight of my hand remind her that it was there pressing against her, but periodically I'd brush my fingers gently across the crotch of her panties. Just once, I dipped a finger under the lace to run along the outer edge of her labia. She was hot, and wet, and soft, and I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: "Finish him, darling, he needs it and I want you."

She told me later that if I'd strummed her clit just once right then she would have come. What I didn't tell her was that I think if someone had done the same to me I might have as well. I leaned forward against Gail's back and brought my hand up from her crotch to play with Rich's balls. I don't know if it was that, or Gail's tight little fist pumping him into her mouth, or if it was my telling him in no uncertain terms how hot it was to see her going down on him that did it. Whatever the final straw, he leaned back and started pumping his hips up to her mouth, and let it go with a hoarse cry. And she, lovely girl, sucked up as much as she could. I was jealous on one hand, but proud on another. Happy Birthday indeed, I'd helped do that. And there would be more for me later, with luck.

Rich collapsed back onto the bed, and I turned Gail in my lap for a kiss. She pulled back at first, mumbling something about being a mess; but at my "please, I want it," she smiled and kissed me soundly. I could taste Rich's cum on her lips and in her mouth, my tongue went searching for it and she eagerly allowed the invasion. Before I knew it she scooted forward to press her body to mine, wrapping her legs around my hips and kissing back fiercely. I could feel her breasts pushing against mine, soft and very erotic, and moaned into her mouth. She felt good, she tasted good, her mouth was salty and her skin was sweet with almost a hint of vanilla. I meant to caress her breast, but she beat me to it. I don't know what I'd expected. Shyness, reticence, more exploring caresses…the girl attacked me! She pulled her chest away from mine and filled both her hands with my tits. Kneading, grasping, pushing, rubbing. My head spun, and I just hung on to her, let her take what she wanted. I heard her say, "Oh, they're wonderful," which made me laugh. She sounded so surprised, hadn't she ever played with her own? And then Rich said "there's plenty of room up here if you girls would be more comfortable on the bed." To tell the truth, I wasn't sure we could be; but it was a fair request. If he was aware enough to make the offer, then he was aware enough to feel left out. I gave Gail one last kiss, and told her we'd better get up there.

Gail and I disentangled ourselves, maybe not as quickly as we could have, and crawled up on the bed. I couldn't help giggling. Rich was leaning up on his elbows, naked from the waist down, with his shirt bunched up around his ribs. The poor thing looked absolutely ridiculous, as well as thoroughly pleased with himself. I tugged on the bottom of his shirt to help him out of it, but Rich wasn't cooperating. He was much more interested in getting his hands on my ass. It shouldn't have been an insurmountable problem; I think he liked watching me struggle. I sure liked struggling against him. Glancing up, I saw Gail kneeling behind him, starting to massage his shoulders, whispering something in his ear. She started nibbling on his earlobe, and I gave up on the shirt, settling for rubbing his chest with my hands under the fabric.

"What are you two whispering about?" I asked, settling myself in Rich's lap.

"A couple of things," Gail answered, crawling around to where Rich had his legs up on the bed. Rich turned me in his lap so he could hold me against his chest with one arm, and felt up my hip and legs with the other. My ass nestled into his lap, his cock starting stiffening against it, making me smile. Gail straddled his knees, so I was laid out neatly between them as if Rich was about to dip me on the dance floor.

"First, I told him that I thought the wrong person was having their top removed," Gail continued, reaching beneath Rich's arm to unhook my bra.

At the same time Rich started unsnapping the garter belt from my stockings. "These things are cute," he muttered deeply, "but these flashy bits are cutting the hell out of my thigh."

Getting stripped from above and below at the same time about blew my mind. I squirmed happily, Rich got harder under me, pressing more firmly against my ass. Gail got my breasts free and tossed the bra off the bed, and Rich rolled my stockings down to my knees. Somewhere in the middle of all that I remembered I had hands.

One arm was pinned against Rich, but the other was in a perfect place to stroke Gail's silky skin whenever some part of her came within reach, and the generous girl made sure it happened often. Actually, I don't know if she meant to or not; honestly, it may not have been planned as she was very busy with my now naked tits. Almost as if to make up for her previous abrupt attack, she approached them more slowly and teasingly, petting them, stroking ever smaller circles around them until her fingers found my hard nipples, and then giving them the same rolling treatment I'd delivered to hers earlier.

My free hand was happily wandering across Gail's side, her ass, her wonderful thigh; my head fell back and I was coasting on her handing of my chest when Rich's free hand finished rolling down my stockings and tucked itself suddenly under the front of my panties, stroking my pussy, making me buck and gasp. Gail laughed, and cupped her hands under my tits, "I love the way the bounce when you move," she explained. Rich, helpful as always, gave my clit a quick flick to make me jump again, allowing Gail to enjoy her new discovery.

I groaned and slid my hand over her ass, pulling her towards me. I heard Rich's voice, even sexier when it had that throaty growl, say, "she wants you to kiss them, Sweetie." It hadn't been my specific intent, but as he said it it most definitely became what I wanted. Very very much. I arched my back, wordlessly offering my nipples to further attention, and incidentally pressing my ass down onto Rich's now rock solid cock. Rich's wonderful hand left my wet slit, but made up for my disappointment by using those same fingers to tease the nipple closest to him, "Right here," he growled, "just like this," flicking it like a slow metronome.

Gail grinned, and ducked her head down to the breast closest to her, holding it in her hands as she applied her tongue to my nipple. She licked around it, across it, suckling at it. "Good God, you look good doing that Gail" I heard from above me. My hand encountering Rich's as he patted Gail's ass. "You too," he continued, leaning down to kiss me. Oh my, I thought, as he took possession of my mouth, it was the first time in all that had gone on this evening that I'd kissed him. The taboo against kissing my friend's boyfriend must've been stronger in my mind than the taboo against giving them head, because that kiss thrilled me all over again. And then I stopped thinking altogether, as Rich's fingers slipped back into my slit.

Gail had progressed to moaning happily onto my rigid nipple while grabbing the free breast as Rich pressed his fingers into me. Oh God Yes I thought, ready to cum, wriggling my hips in an attempt to get any part of his hand pressed against that magic spot. And then the bastard pulled his hand away again, swallowing my whimpers before he released my mouth. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, ready to beg when I heard Rich talking again. "Gail, honey, don't neglect this one." Mmm, oh goody. That untended nipple had been aching for attention. Rich's wet fingers stroked it, slicking it with my juices. When I finally realized what he was doing I shivered. Gail was about to get another first, and she knew it. Her first lick was slow and cautious, but only the first one. After that she suckled eagerly and Rich went back to petting my pussy. I heard a muffled word that could have been "yummy," but I never got a chance to ask. More important things offered themselves.

Leaning across my body, Gail had given me something I'd desperately wanted. If I stretched my fingers out and pulled the lace crotch of Gail's panties aside, I could give her a taste of what Rich was doing so well to me. Rich eased up on his demanding strokes, letting me focus on what I wanted to do to Gail. At the first touch, Gail's head dropped to rest against my breastbone, as if the strength had suddenly gone out of her arms. She wanted attention as much as I did, I realized, the lovely, generous girl. She inched forward, and spread her legs to grant me easier access. This was ironically the first moment I realized that my own were spread shamelessly wide. I hadn't even noticed. I couldn't get those red panties off her, but I could get under them and started strumming her clit.

She was wonderfully wet, and I was surprised when she suddenly clamped her legs shut on my hand and pulled back a little. "Not yet," she murmured against my chest, "I want to see her cum first." She pressed her hand against Rich's chest looking down at me, my hips still writhing slowly on his hand. "Show me what she looks like when she gets off." Gail dipped her head down to mine for a feather light kiss, "what she sounds like." Her fingers slid down my stomach, under the white lace, and tangled themselves in my bush, tugging just a little, giving me a hint of something she must like having done to herself. Something which I was suddenly learning to love.

She raised her head and kissed Rich across my body as he stripped off my lace bikini bottoms and the now pointless garter belt. Gail's fingers inched down further, sliding between my lips and lightly teasing my clit. Almost immediately, Rich's fingers returned to stroking inside me, and the whole time I was watching these two lovely people kiss over me. I could've cum right then, but she'd said she'd wanted to watch me. I held on, somehow.

Gail sat back to get a good view as she circling my clit with her nimble fingers and pinched and teased my nipples with her free hand. Rich set up a driving pulse, fucking his fingers in and out of my cunt. I couldn't have held back any more if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. I felt heat flash across my face and breasts. Tension built low behind my navel. I thrashed, moaned, begged, groaned, sighed, whimpered, and loved every moment. Gail soaked it all up, demanding more. She hooked her finger gently just beneath my clit and quivered it in beckoning motions. I came, bucking my hips and gasping out incomprehensible words.

When they finally let me relax, I was limp and drained. I couldn't move right away, and luckily didn't need to. Wonderful, brilliant, insightful Gail knew I'd be incapacitated, and so found her own way to cuddle up to me. She curled up beside me, across Rich's knees, and stroked my tummy until my eyes refocused. When I opened them I saw her smiling across at me and Rich grinning down at me, licking his fingers. "You'd best get up, Love" he warned, "that arm you're lying on is about to go to sleep."

"I'm getting up," I promised, "any week now."

"Good," Gail interjected playfully, "Cause it's my turn." And damn me if she didn't look like she knew exactly what she wanted. But it was Gail. I should've known, she may have known exactly what she wanted, but she didn't want to have to ask for it. I stretched as I pulled myself out of Rich's arms and lap, my skin still tingling. OK, wise guy, I asked the voice in the back of my head, I'm supposed to do what they want, so what the hell does she want?

Don't be stupid, the voice shot back, what did you want your first time? You didn't know how to ask either. Right, should've guessed it. Pretty bright, that voice in the back of my head.

If I could have, I'd have pushed Gail into the position I'd just vacated, but poor Rich's arm might give out. Instead, I stalked across the bed toward Gail on my hands and knees, terribly cat-like. I wasn't touching Rich any more, but I wasn't going to let him fall by the wayside; words can be a wonderful way to keep teasing. "Look at her, Rich…posing there in her sexy outfit, looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. You wouldn't guess what she's thinking, what she's hoping I'm going to do to her." I reached Gail and kissed her, aiming for slow and sensual, pushing back on her shoulders to lean her against the pillows. I loved the way her mouth opened for me, offering itself up. As soon as our lips parted she leaned forward, tangled her fingers in my hair, and pulled me back. She was suddenly less passive, holding my head where she wanted it, working her lips against mine, tracing my teeth with her tongue and flicking it across the roof of my mouth. I was worried that Rich was being left alone, right up until the moment I felt his hand on my ass. Only moments later I felt my mouth fill with Gail's moan. Obviously Rich's busy hands were toying with more than just my rear.

Well, so long as Rich was happy I was happy, and Gail certainly sounded like she was happy. I reached up instinctively to caress Gail's breasts, I hadn't gotten nearly enough of this before. When my hand encountered lace I was surprised, I remembered the feel of that silky skin I'd uncovered earlier. My hands recalled her flesh more clearly than my eyes remembered her bright red bra. Not a bad thing, being denied texture let me focus on the shape. They were perfectly round, small but full. I was almost as fascinated by them as Gail had been by my by my big and bouncy ones half an hour earlier. Nonetheless, I wanted her out of that bra.

I moved my hand around to Gail's back to reach the hooks, and ran into Rich's chest. I didn't stop kissing, Gail wouldn't have let me, but I did open my eyes, wanting to know what Rich was up to. He looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, caressing my tail, pressed up against Gail's side. Her wriggles and twitches show him what she was feeling as well as stroke his cock with her hip as she moved. He caught my eye and grinned at me, reached up to unhook Gail's bra for me, working it off. He then took my hand, raised it to his lips, and placed it back onto Gail's breast. Not satisfied with just putting it there he pressed it down firmly, working it in circles against her chest before letting me go back to my own devices. When I'd had Gail in my lap I'd been careful to be gentle. Now I just wanted to fill my hands with her, feeling her hard nipples pressing against the middle of my palm. Feeling her press back against my hand made my toes curl.

I didn't want to stop fondling her, but I wanted to feel her body against mine. I wrapped my arms around her warm torso and pulled her towards me. As she rolled onto her side and squirmed against me, I twisted my fingers into the wretched shirt Rich was still wearing and pulled him up behind Gail, pinning her between us. She liked that, you could hear it in her moan and in the way her breathing picked up. I'd have quite have liked to try it, but we can't have everything at once. Still, I was getting the full body contact I'd been craving, pressed against Gail's writhing body from cute little nose to lovely red painted toes. And as a bonus, I just had to reach out my hand to stroke Rich's side or clenching ass.

I tucked my hand around Gail's sweet rump and found where Rich was dry humping her thigh. I gave his cock several strokes to give him an idea what I was up to. I don't know if he got the message, but he reached his arms around both us girls as far as he could, pulling me closer to Gail and Gail closer to him. I pulled Rich's eager dick out of the way, and started stripping Gail's panties off. I only just managing to start the process without help. With much wriggling and many giggles, Gail finally managed to kick them off.

I pulled Gail's top leg up over my own. She hooked it around me, reminding me just how long they were, lucky girl. I scratched along the underside of her thigh to let her know I liked it. Then reached past her hip to find Rich's cock again, strong and firm and right where I'd left it. With fingers and palm, I guided him into Gail.

To tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure she was expecting it. And I think the surprise was why she went so quickly over the edge. Well, that and the fact that she'd been so patiently teased and teasing since the night began. Of course, it may have had something to do with the fact that after feeding Rich into her, I moved my hand forward to play with her pussy as Rich thrust. I hadn't forgotten the lesson she had taught me earlier, winding my fingers through her pubic hair and tugging gently in time with Rich's movements. I wasn't sure if light strokes counted as teasing when the girl was being slowly and lovingly fucked, but that didn't stop me sliding my fingertips along her labia.

I slithered far enough down on the bed so I could cup Rich's balls. I couldn't quite reach to kiss Gail any more, but she was having enough trouble catching her breath as it was. Besides, her sweet skin had picked up a salty sheen somewhere, and I wanted to taste all of it. I used the hand holding Rich's sac to control his rhythm, slowing him, not allowing him to move suddenly or stop. My other hand took up the same rhythm, one finger either side of Gail's clit. I spread them wide as I moved forward, closing tightly around her as I pulled back. Her whimpers and moans were so sweet. Her hands were moving almost randomly across my back. They felt desperate, needy, and incredibly erotic. But when I heard Rich starting to speak into her ear, I knew things weren't going to last much longer.