Chapter Eight

Lisa maneuvers herself so she’s between my legs. Alex positions himself behind Amber, still kneeling on the bed and toying playfully with my nipple, the tip of her tongue flitting faintly, then fluttering more diligently, so both peaks remain taut and tingly.

Alex places his hands on Amber’s ass. Lisa mutters, “Spread her wide.” Then his mouth is on Amber.

“Yes…” she whispers. “Oh, God, yes… Eat my pussy. Make me come.”

Lisa spreads my lower lips as well. “So pretty and pink. So swollen.” A soft moan escapes her.

She holds me open with a forefinger and thumb. Her other index finger gingerly glides along my glistening flesh. She penetrates my opening with that single digit. Then adds a second. She strokes slowly. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, barely stemming a needy whimper.

This distracts Amber. She steadies herself on one forearm pressed to the mattress and her other hand skates along the groove of my midsection, down to my apex. The pads of her fingers rub my clit in a circular