Free FillingtheVoid by Zenobia Renquist

asshole, circling the rim.
    At the same time, Arisa latched on to Naomie’s clit,
alternating between sucking the bud and teasing it with the tip of her tongue.
Naomie had to put her free hand on Arisa’s shoulder as her left leg started
shaking. A high, pleasured keen left Naomie’s lips. She wouldn’t be able to
stay standing.
    Mia said, “I got you, mamí .” She planted herself against
Naomie’s left side with one arm curved around Naomie’s waist, keeping her
upright. She grinned. “Wouldn’t want you to fall and end the fun early. Arisa
and Fred have barely gotten started.”
    Naomie wanted to reply with a piece of her mind, telling Mia
exactly what she thought of the woman’s help, but Fred chose that moment to
bury her tongue inside Naomie’s hole. Fred’s piercing teased Naomie’s puckered
opening as she curved and snaked her tongue. The balls on either side of the
ring caressed Naomie in a way that had her digging her fingers into Arisa’s
shoulder and scratching up the table edge. Naomie babbled nonsense meant to be
a plea for Fred to slow down, possibly for her to stop.
    Maybe.
    Not.
    She had to talk Dane into getting a tongue ring, assuming
she could form coherent sentences after this.
    “Good job, you two,” Mia said. “You’ve got her speaking in
tongues.”
    Stopping her ministrations, Arisa said, “Bet you I can make
her see God.”
    Arisa wiggled two fingers above her head so Naomie could see
them. Naomie let loose a pitiful whimper because she knew what was
coming…besides her. Arisa inserted those digits into Naomie’s drenched pussy
and swept her fingertips up and down over Naomie’s inner sweet spot at the same
time she returned to sucking Naomie’s clit.
    Naomie let loose a squeal that rivaled that a teenage girl
shaking the hand of her favorite boy-band idol for the first time. She couldn’t
help herself and hadn’t known she could get her voice that high anymore. This
sensation called for it.
    Arisa had gone down on Naomie many times in the past months
without a reaction like that. But Fred hadn’t been down there licking Naomie’s
asshole at the same time. Naomie bounced in place against Mia, who had a firm
grip on Naomie.
    Mia was stronger than she appeared. She would keep Naomie
trapped between Arisa and Fred until the women called time or Naomie dissolved
into a boneless puddle. Naomie knew the latter would happen first. Neither
Arisa nor Fred showed signs of ending their attention any time soon.
    In fact Fred started nudging at Naomie’s pussy, trying to
slip a third finger in behind Arisa’s. Naomie’s channel opened wider to
accommodate the penetration. Fred twisted her wrist side to side as she pumped
her hand.
    Naomie’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Arisa was wrong.
Naomie didn’t see God. She was in heaven though so he had to be around there
somewhere. She let her head fall back as she arched her body, sagging against
Mia completely. Mia took advantage of the position and passed her tongue over
Naomie’s left nipple.
    The sensation shouldn’t have been so acute, shouldn’t have
driven Naomie closer to the orgasm the women probably wanted from her before
they released her to attend to each other. The quivering bud was still
sensitive from Jaime’s attention.
    Naomie wanted to warn Mia off. Her poor nipple couldn’t take
much more. She couldn’t move her hand from Arisa’s shoulder. The muscles in her
fingers had locked.
    Naomie managed to rasp between labored gasps, “No-not…
not…le-le-left.”
    “This left?” Mia asked as she tugged at the dangling jewel.
“What’s the matter, mamí ? You love when I play with your ring. You
saying it’s too much?” She poked the end of her pinkie into the hoop as if
trying to slip it on.
    Naomie’s nipple in the way meant it wouldn’t happen, but
that wasn’t Mia’s goal. The woman was teasing, rubbing the tip of Naomie’s
nipple how she knew Naomie enjoyed it the most. Naomie still needed to stop