Lucy was lazing around in the living room when she heard Belle drunkenly try to scrape the key in the front door's lock. She heard giggling - a second voice. A woman's. Lucy put her tattered copy of Asimov's Second Foundation down on the coffee table and owled the door with interest, her nylon legs sprawled across the arm of the sofa.
Lucy and Belle were both avid readers. Between them they made their way through perhaps 8 to 12 books a month. More, when they had no university deadlines or other tedious obligations. Lucy had recently introduced Belle to science fiction; the good kind. She herself had just started the last book of Asimov's famous saga, after finishing Flowers for Algernon which Belle had lent her - Lucy cried a little at the end.
She hitched up her crotchless tights, her plain black bandeau thong barely visible beneath her favourite, almost predictably black silk nightdress, her mauve bra straps sliding off her shoulders which she also readjusted. Belle stumbled through the door, hand in hand with a slightly taller girl, a stench of vodka drafting in behind them. Belle, in her drunken haze, didn't notice Lucy as she closed the door behind the girl and pushed her up against it, kissing passionately, their hands groping each other through the little clothing they had on.
Lucy had helped Belle dress before going out, if Belle standing naked while Lucy rummaged through her clothes to pick out an outfit can be termed 'helped'. Lucy liked to dress with a goal in mind, and tonight she wanted her girlfriend to look slutty; this carried its own set of problems. Namely, pervert sex maniac men. Lucy loved the thought of Belle flashing her knickers, her crotch, her bulging pussy and smooth ass when she bent over slightly, her short skirt hugging the tops of her thighs, her breasts almost exposed to the nipples. It turned her on to no end. She just didn't want anyone touching; women, yes, anytime; men, no - at least, not yet. Lucy was a jealous girlfriend, but did nothing to restrict her partner's freedom and desires.
Tonight Lucy had Belle dress without underwear. After browsing their extensive drawer of knickers of all kinds, Lucy didn't particularly fancy any for the night, nor did she bras. Lucy selected a mid thigh length cream skirt with a floral pattern which wrapped around her legs. She would have chosen a shorter skirt, but, she resigned, didn't really want her pussy visible tonight - Belle had trouble not bending over often when drunk. The skirt still rode up, but only just far enough to hint at bare flesh. The ultimate tease for an onlooker. A pale rose blouse over a thin tan mesh vest, tucked in to her skirt, barely concealed her tinted areolae.
Lucy, unable to properly apply make up yet, instructed Belle's beautification. Lightly rouged cheeks, crimson lipstick, thick mascara all atop a light foundation contrasted with her dark hair wonderfully. Her high heel collection was almost exclusively black - Lucy made a mental note to change that - so selected a pair of alluring 5 inch heels with thick bands of velvet strapping her foot to the sole.
Before leaving the house Lucy had knelt down, to the surprise of her lover, nimbly spread her ass and gave her a quick lick. Even before leaving, Belle's vagina was excreting lubricating fluid. She'd have to keep a regular check on her skirt in case wet patches blossomed where her pussy met the fabric.
Now she struggled to maintain her balance as she turned away from the other girl, for whom Lucy had just gained a good look at. She looked quite similar to herself, and wondered if it was coincidental. 5'8, flowing black hair, quite athletic in appearance - judging by her vaguely muscular calves, thighs and firmly jutting bum - smallish breasts (nowhere near as plump and aesthetic as Belle's she noted with satisfaction), thin angular eyebrows, pale but not the common anaemic looking skin, and an accent which hinted at Scandinavian origins.
Lucy couldn't see her eyes, but they were undoubtedly a burnt wood colour. Her make up was light, with only mascara and a creamy purple lipstick. She wore several earpiercings and her left leg was heavily tattooed, as was her upper right shoulder and back. Her frilly black skirt left little to the imagination, and a similar material comprised her top, a red bra strap barely visible.
'Oh-h, hi-i Luth- Lucy, didn't see you there honey bunny-y-y,' she sang, finally seeing her girlfriend's wide eyes peering.
Goth girl, Lucy noted, for lack of a name, said nothing but smiled sweetly, shyly, still holding Belle's hand. Lucy felt a twinge of jealousy somewhere in her midriff, but the feeling soon caved in to the stirring in her crotch.
'Hey,' Lucy crooned, 'how was your night?' and looked at the other girl pointedly.
'It was okay you know? Always good I mean, but lots- lots of perves, guys touching- ugh,' she broke off. Lucy's inside seemed to crinkle at the thought, but her little prick beneath her thong grew despite that.
'Hm, I can imagine,' Lucy replied vaguely, 'and who's this pretty lady you've brought home?' she enquired, half sardonically.
'My name's Megan,' she butted in before Belle could slur out a long winded explanation, 'we, um, met in the downstairs dancefloor, you know the one with--'
'Yeah, I know the one. So, what are you girls gonna do now?'
Megan looked at Belle to answer for her, which was probably a mistake. 'We're goig-ng upstairs to fuck,' she breathed mischievously. Megan blushed and said nothing.
'Hm,' Lucy's eyes twinkled by the firelight, 'room for one more?' she asked sweetly. Belle answered with a grin, and clambered up their stairs on all fours, exposing a bare, wet pussy and anus straight into Megan's startled face.
Lucy gave them 5 minutes, and carefully earmarked the page of the book she was on. She was very considerate towards books, despite their being inanimate objects she considered them objects of much value and respect. More respect than she'd be giving to her slut of a girlfriend in a short while anyway.
Belle bringing girls home was nothing new; Lucy remained stringent about the quality of the catch though, and even in the face of Belle's drunken protests she'd sent more than one girl home. She might let her girlfriend have an open sexual life, but Lucy was the filter and was what separated them from normal couples, and whores - high standards.
Unfortunately Belle's judgement was infrequently impaired by the liquid impairing utensil known as alcohol. Still - it made for some very interesting nights, particularly when Lucy started on her spiced rum.
As she ascended the stairs she heard a girl squeal. She took two stairs at a time. Belle had taken Megan in to their own bedroom, and Lucy freely wondered if they'd stained their sheets yet. Before entering their main room, Lucy detoured to the bathroom where she kept spare toys. She reached into the cupboard under the sink and drew out a thick black buttplug. Four inches long and 5 inches in girth - the toy she and Belle had longed for after realised their previous, thinner beginner's plug wasn't nearly enough to satisfy Lucy.
She loved something big in her ass, wanted her anus stretched to pain and pleasure. She didn't have any lube to hand, so she gathered some saliva in her mouth, raised the plug to it and ensured it was sufficiently lubricated.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She turned herself on quite often, sometimes masturbating to photos and videos of herself. She didn't like to tell Belle though - worried she'd think it was weird, even though she knew full well that her girlfriend was tolerant of anything and everything - a quality she admired most in her. She turned away from the mirror at and angle and raised her smooth nylon-covered brown muscular leg on tot he bathtub edge. She could see her tight brown anus in the mirror, could see it flexing.
She raised the thick buttplug to her hole between the crotchless tights, pulled her thong aside and focused on breathing, relaxing. The tip of the toy spread her hole, and as she pushed further she could feel her sphincter clenching until it passed the peak and swallowed around the narrow, flared base.
Lucy exhaled in sheer delight, having watched and felt the process. She gave the flat base a last push and readjusted her panties before leaving for the 'mistress' bedroom - Lucy's little play on the usual moniker of 'master' bedroom. She didn't knock, for she would not have been heard amidst the loud moaning. Incense had been lit - 5 sticks of it in fact, as Belle tended to go somewhat overboard with the fragrance - and hit Lucy's nose.
Belle and Megan were a tangle of bodies in their own private bed, the windows condensing, the air moist and perfumed. Neither girl noticed Lucy enter the room, and neither girl noticed her beside the bed until she whipped the sheets off. The couple looked up in surprise; Belle's hands in Megan's pussy and tits; Megan's hands clinging on to Belle's ass cheeks.
'Well, well. Started without me girls? You naughty, filthy sluts. Get off each other - that's my girlfriend you're touching you bitch, handle her with care, unless I say so,' Lucy intervened.
Megan hesitated and let go, falling limp. 'Belle, darling, get on your hands and knees. Megan, spread your legs for Belle. You whores are going to pleasure each other while I watch.' They moved in to position, waiting, almost naturally, for further orders. 'Belle,' she said, 'you dirty bitch. If you're going to be a slut on a night out and bring a girl back then at least eat her cunt.'
Belle obeyed without hesitation, and began lapping at Megan's pussy. Lucy caught a glimpse - quite flat, her lips didn't protrude like Belle's, it didn't look quite as inviting, but had its own charm. She had light pubic hair which showed signs of recent shaving, evidently she hadn't expect to be flirted with and taken home by a hot, drunken scantily clad girl.
Lucy clambered on to the bed behind Belle. She paused and wondered what to do. She knew Belle's topography off by heart, knew every bump and curve and dimple and hole. She announced, 'I'm going to eat your ass Belle. Give it to me.' Belle didn't pause but Lucy sensed a shift in muscular contortion. Belle's anus flared in front of her face, offering a dark and musty hole, and Lucy anchored her tongue within, sucking and rimming. All three girls were moaning in pleasure.
The atmosphere was orgasmic. By now Lucy's cock was erect but not very hard. She wanted to fuck Belle's ass but didn't want to use lube. She had an idea, and shuffled over beside Megan. She looked up, between surprise and pleasure, whereas Belle continued licking her pussy but looked perplexed. 'Suck my cock, bitch,' she said brusquely.
Megan was confused, evidently having mistaken Lucy for a real girl, which Lucy quietly took some pride in. 'S-sorry, what do you mean?' she stuttered out.
'I mean what I say, you stupid whore. Suck my cock, now.'
Megan tentatively reached for Lucy's black thong, only noticing the huge lump after lifting up her nightdress. Megan's fingers touched her stiff prick through the fabric, and Lucy throbbed, her buttplug feeling bigger than ever. 'Good girl, go on,' she egged her on as Belle watched jealously, her tongue still swirling around Megan's clit. Lucy's hard dick sprang out and Megan gasped, the realisation finally hitting her through her disrupted field of perception. Megan grasped Lucy's cock and began stroking it head to shaft.
She raised Lucy's swollen member to her lips and both girls caught a whiff of cum. Lucy had been wanking all evening. Megan slipped it in her mouth and sucked her for a few minutes before Lucy decided she wasn't wet enough to fuck Belle without proper lube. Lucy shoved Belle out the way and said, simply, 'Rim me.' Lucy pushed her stiff cock down to Megan's warm wet pussy and slid it in.
Lucy thrust several times, bringing her quite close and making Megan moan loudly before pulling out. Her cock, dripping with Megan's juice, was easily forced into Belle's anus. Belle cried out in pain, to which Lucy said, 'Stop screaming like a little bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to love every inch of it.'
Lucy pummelled Belle's anus for a good 10 minutes while Belle continued to eat Megan's cock-smelling pussy and rimming her with relish.
'Stop,' she ordered. Both girls stopped in their pleasures. Lucy jumped off the bed and fumbled in her underwear drawer for big purple dildo. She waved it at Megan. 'Megan, wear this. Fuck my girlfriend. She's a filthy slut and she needs to be reminded.' She tossed it to Megan who studied it with wide eyes before raising the twirled bulb to her vagina, forcing it in despite it's alien wideness.
She eyes were almost popping with the sensation of wielding a penis. Belle had already leant to her side. turned a half circle, her pussy and ass accessible. Megan sought a position and, unused to guiding a large phallus without sensation, brought it to Belle's pussy and pushed. It slid in comfortably, and she began thrusting. Every time the shaft slid in Belle gasped.
Lucy manoeuvred beside Megan and slipped her slimy cock into Belle's unwilling anus. She squealed in pleasure and pain. Lucy did not stop, but only thrust harder. She could feel the tip of her cock hitting something, and whatever it was it was making Belle whimper.
Serves the slut right, she thought as her cock strained against the tightness of Belle's hole. If she didn't want to be used anally then the dirty whore shouldn't have brought a girl back, especially one as pretty as this. Belle could feel Lucy's stiff cock grinding against Megan's dildo through the thin membrane that separated the vagina and anus, and both of the other girls could feel each other pumping and out.
She was close - Lucy could tell by the look on her face and the quality of the whimpers she emitted. Lucy fucked harder and faster, her hot loose balls slapping off her bum. She nodded to Megan who maintained rhythm but started to rub Belle's clit with her free hand. Belle would have screamed if her voice did not break into a rasping silent shout. Her spine arched, her pussy and anus spasmed, clenching against their respective invaders.
Belle's body shuddered for perhaps half a minute when she finally lapsed into continuous soft moans, gasping for air, unable to move. Her eyes closed. 'Let me ride you Megan,' Belle commanded. She pulled out of a jerking Belle and lay down obediently.
Lucy climbed on top of Megan, straddling her hips, and pulled her buttplug out. She leaned forward and forced it into Belle's mouth, which quickly roused her. Lucy faced away and dropped on to the dildo and immediately began riding the purple cock, audibly enjoying every stroke.
Belle wasn't going to let this random bitch steal all her girlfriend's pleasure from her. She propped herself up and grabbed Lucy's rock hard cock which was slapping against Megan's thighs. Belle wanked her Lucy until she was groaning, and could tell she was close.
Lucy bounced harder on the dildo, and Belle stroked faster - Lucy finally let out a loud noise of pleasure, a jagged sound, and ropey white cum spat out the tip of her cock, all over Belle's tits and chest. Lucy's rhythm slowed and came to a halt.
Getting off Megan's dick, she said, 'I'm sure you love cum as much as we do - clean her up,' and with that she lapped up the dripping salty semen on Belle's naked torso. Lucy didn't think it fair to leave Megan without cumming. She looked at Belle conspiratorially. 'Megan. Get on your back,' Lucy commanded, Belle took over, and resumed her very first position. 'A slut knows how to make another slut cum best,' Lucy said.
Belle licked and sucked Megan's pussy for a few minutes until Lucy could sense she was getting close. She moved over and straddled Megan's face, facing her lover this time. Initially Megan didn't respond to the offer, for whatever reason. Lucy, annoyed, sat on her face, grinding her anus on Megan's mouth until she felt the wet warmth of her tongue.
Megan took a ball in her mouth and sucked, inwardly moaning. She was on the edge. 'Fuck her hole with your tongue honey,' Lucy said to Belle. She did do, and Lucy leaned flat, continuing licking Megan's clit seamlessly. Her pleasure rose and peaked, she let out high pitched moans not dissimilar to Lucy's, and her body, too, shuddered, but not as violently as Belle's. Her orgasm ended quickly.
The girls untangled themselves and lay panting on the bed, the taste of cum, pussy and ass lingering in the air and in their mouths. Lucy got up to turn the light off, and upon returning to the bed, both girls were drifting off. She smiled, got in bed beside her girlfriend and drew the covers over.
In the dark Lucy slipped her arm under Belle's head and spooned her, skin to skin, her semi flaccid cock resting in Belle's ass crack. Belle awoke just enough to hold Lucy's hand and draw it up to her breasts, shuffling into her curvature closely. Belle in turn spooned Megan, and Megan responded in kind. The three girls fell asleep in that way. Lucy's last thoughts before the darkness grew over her were that she loved her Belle, and made a another mental note to get this Megan's number for future events. Belle and Lucy slept with a smile, hearts beating as one.
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