“No it’s not, it can’t be…”
“Okay honey, ya don’t have to look too closely, I know it’s tough but that is Harry, your husband.”
Terri turned her head away but looked out of the corner of her eyes; the images were still there on the screen. It seemed that the evidence was irrefutable, Harry thrusting his dick, the dick that she had enjoyed so much, so often, into another girl’s pussy.
Even through her skirt Terri could feel the harness, the heat even, of Roger’s dick pressing against her buttock, she wished she hadn’t allowed herself to be manoeuvred to this position at back of a large couch to watch the painful images on the TV.
She had thought that Roger and Ami to be her good friends but the events now unfolding appeared to give lie to that assumption.
The couch was positioned close to a wall in the room leaving only either end of the piece of furniture as an escape route. Now, at one end stood Ami blocking her way, and behind her Rodger who was so obviously horny.
“Quit the touching Ami, I told you, I don’t wish to ‘play’ as you put it; I have no desire to have a sexual encounter with you or any other female.” Terri brushed the girl’s hand from where it has grasped her breast.
The girl laughed softly, “K, babe, no problem, can’t blame a girl for trying, you're one hot, sexy sister… and you damn well know it.”
Terri thrust her ass back hard at the lump at the man’s crotch, “I’m surprised at you Roger, with Ami standing here and you rubbing your erection at my rear.”
If she thought that he would be embarrassed for his wife to know what he was up to it didn’t work, he grinned at Ami who returned “Isn't he the horny sonofa? But that shouldn’t surprise you; after all I’ve seen you teasing the balls off him at parties. Oh yes, other men too. You are so blatant about it that other wives have not failed to notice how you get the guys horny then make off like a virgin, like a lil miss innocent.”
Terri was unable to prevent the rush of adrenalin from speeding up her heart, and that organ from pumping blood to her cheeks resulting in a not so subtle blush. The blood was not selective in choosing its targets. And why was it that almost the first place it choose was between her thighs; an organ of such sensitivity, that was at this moment tightly encased in almost transparent, wispy nylon.
“I do not teas…”
Ami’s index finger pressed lightly on Terri’s lips, cutting off the end of the word. When the finger was removed, despite trying not to, Terri licked her lips; there was a faint taste that she recognised as being the result of a female having paid recent attention to her own pussy.
“Please don’t make yourself look ridiculous Terri with that ‘I do not tease men other than my husband’, foolishness. What seems to escape your notice on every occasion that you do it to a number of guys is that through those tiny excuse for panties that you wear, the juice that is secreted from that hot, horny pussy is so rich that anyone within six feet of you knows that you're on heat. Ever wondered why a guy’s wife or girlfriend comes up to you while you're with their man and looks straight into your eyes? Honey you're so horny that your pupils almost disappear.”
Terri jumps as once again Roger presses his erection at her thigh. A hot flash races through her body and her brain switches to ‘tilt’ mode refusing to co-operate in providing her with one of her trade-mark clever get-out replies.
A dry tongue sweeps her lips but fails to refresh them with moisture; instead it carries to her senses the delicate remnants of Ami’s earlier self pleasure. Even her throat rebels and makes it difficult for her to swallow.
There is now one thought paramount, a thought that becomes an instruction – do NOT, Terri, touch yourself! It is an instruction that will inevitably be disobeyed. Terri closes her eyes and prays that it is later rather than sooner, as the proximity of virile manhood and the taste of womanhood on her taste buds, is beginning to drive her crazy.
Ami grasps each of Terri’s wrists and holds her arms down at her side. Terri sees what is coming but with Roger pressing his erection hard at her thigh and Ami’s body now pressing against hers there is little she can do.
“Don’t even think about Ami…” Terri’s struggles were weak and ineffective. “I’ll bite you.” She warned Ami.
“Oh, I don’t mind that, I can bite too, and there are places on that sexy little body that I’m dying to taste,” Ami presses her breasts against Terri’s.
No matter how determined she was that it wouldn’t happen, Terri’s eyes closed as Ami’s mouth covered hers. Moist lips, hot lips, lips that parted and sucked lightly on her mouth, then worse still Ami’s tongue licked sexily around her lips before entering her oral cavity. Sexual secretions released by the erection and parting of her labia effused not only the tiny crotch of her thong but explored further, soaking whatever fabric was available, and when it found none it overflowed onto skin that was hot, and moist with the sheen of desire
Ami drew her head back and waited long seconds for Terri’s eyes to open. “That’s just a parting shot honey, the best is to come…” she considered for a second, “or is that cum?”
Terri realised that her wrists were no longer restrained and that there was a chance to take some action against her female assailant. In one quick movement one arm hooked around Ami’s waist the other around her neck and she pulled the girl. Once again her eyes closed as mouth pressed mouth, tongue wrestled tongue and saliva merged and mixed. At her core she experienced the start of an orgasm, it built quickly, sensations racing throughout her body. She pulled the girl tighter, her kiss became fiercer.
“Whoa, not so fast honey…” Ami broke the kiss and struggled to free herself from the other girl’s arms. “I am for dessert sweety; the main dish has been heating up and is ready.” She nodded towards Roger.
Terri wanted, no, needed the orgasm that was so willing to flow over her, to cause her anus and vagina to pulse with exquisite contractions, to cause her clitoris to burn, a burning that demanded fingers to pinch and rub hard. She exclaimed loudly, “No… no, no, you have to… I need… oh fuck… please!”
Ami quickly dropped the cream slacks that she wore, as they fell to her feet they were kicked away. The bottoms to a tie-side bikini were released and discarded.
Swinging one leg over the back of the couch and raising her ass to sit on the back Ami displayed to the other girl her pussy in all its erect pinkness. Juices had flowed and had coated not only the parted labia but had spread to her mound and thighs.
Placing one hand behind Terri’s neck Ami pulled the girl’s head down towards the honey effused and glistening vulva. Roger hooked an arm around Terri’s waist causing the girl to bend her trunk forward pushing her ass up and outwards.
Even now, even with the words, “NO! oh my god you can’t,” on her lips Terri spread her feet apart and pushed her ass up and back at what she wanted to be a thick, hard penis pressing at her so vacant pussy.
With a grunt Roger dropped his pants and unhooked his twitching cock from the tight boxers. It almost knew where to go on its own. The sensitive tip brushed aside the sodden wispiness of the tiny thong then parted Terri’s inner lips and quickly began an exploration of the sopping, sensitive tube that wrapped itself so tightly around his hot man flesh.
Terri abandoned any pretence of being an unwilling partner in this highly charged sexual threesome. The orgasm that had built up within her body, into a tightly wound spring, exploded within her, causing her to scream with intense pleasure and exquisite release. Her contractions gripped Roger’s pounding cock and manipulated it as would a hand gripping and stroking its length.
Reaching out Terri parted Ami’s inner pussy lips with two straight fingers and pushed them to the knuckle along the girl’s vagina. Ami shuffled her ass forward on the back of the couch in an effort to have the fingers and knuckles and more, opening her up to increase the pleasure. She grasped the other girl’s wrist and pulled, forcing the hand deeper. But she wanted more. Ami wanted this sexy sister’s mouth on her pussy, her tongue lapping and wriggling inside her, her fingers abusing her clitoris.
Roger had been too long in a sexually aroused state, and the actions and noises of this sexy sister had taken their toll on his ability to hold back the flow of hot seed pent up in his tight balls. Gripping Terri’s hips tight, pounding her pussy hard and fast, he threw back his head and roared as huge globs of his seed pumped deep into Terri’s vagina.
Barely able to wait for her husband to withdraw is cock from the girl Ami pulled her head to her own wanting pussy. But Terri threw off the hand, kissed the tips of her own fingers then pressed them to Ami’s streaming, erect labia.
Laughing loudly, she kissed Roger and turned back to Ami, “may be another time, huh, sexy sister?”