Free FillingtheVoid by Zenobia Renquist Page A

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before the intensity of this session made her explode.
    She managed to say, “Gar-garde-gar—ah! Ah!”
    Mia pinched the nipple and rolled it. “Did your gardener
have too much fun with it?”
    Naomie whimpered and hoped that was enough of an
affirmative. She needed a reprieve. Mia’s hot, wet mouth surrounding Naomie’s
nipple so the woman could drag her tongue around Naomie’s areola in rapid laps
answered that question.
    Around the quivering bud, Mia said, “Too bad. You just have
to deal.” She returned to her circuit, trying to go for a one-minute mile.
    That was Naomie’s limit. She wasn’t fat but she was singing
the session to an end. Her voice warbled as she let loose a long call of
gratification that would have impressed her former vocal coach.
    If she’d had any tension, this orgasm would have taken care
of it. All Naomie’s muscles were liquid with fatigue from being tensed during
her friends’ diligent perusal of her intimate anatomy.
    Arisa backed off first, grinning and wiping her mouth. Fred
took her time slipping her tongue from Naomie’s hole, making sure Naomie felt
every bit of it and the barbell piercing. Finally Mia lifted her head.
    Naomie’s sigh of relief deflated her. After Fred eased
Naomie’s leg off the stool, Mia helped Naomie sink to the floor onto her knees.
She sat shaking her head. It took a few minutes before she said, “Finished.”
    Her friends exchanged looks with each other, looks that said
Naomie might be finished but they weren’t.
    Naomie waved them away. “Go on without me. I’m done for.
I’ll only slow you down.”
    They would have to continue girl talk with just three.
Naomie needed the rest of the visit to recuperate so she could drive home. Then
again, maybe she should have Dane swing by after work and pick her up. Mia or
Quincy could always drop off her car later. She hated having to call Dane after
he’d gone into work early but she would hate having an accident from driving
fatigued even more.
    Fred crouched down behind Naomie and rested her chin on
Naomie’s shoulder. “Baby doll, I already said this isn’t a bar. You don’t get
to tap out.” She hooked one finger inside Naomie’s asshole.
    Naomie let slip an excited yelp as her body readied for the
next round.
    Fred kissed Naomie’s neck. “Not until I tap that ass. Now up
you go.”
    Naomie rose ass first because of Fred’s finger guiding her.
She didn’t want to stand or walk over to the oversized ottoman or feel her hole
sucking on Fred’s finger, inviting it to go deeper.
    She said as Fred urged her to crawl onto the couch, “I’m too
tired to keep going.”
    Mia said, “Go to sleep if you want but I promise that won’t
stop us.”
    “Sorry, Naomie, but Mia’s right,” Arisa said. “I’ve never
seen you this turned-on. I didn’t know you could look so damn sexy. And the
sounds you make…” She rubbed her clit through her panties with a rumbling sound
of hunger. “I only wish we had more time.”
    Fred removed her finger. “We will next round, cookie. We’re
hosting. No need to allow for commute time and Dane can go one night without
her.”
    One night!
    Naomie didn’t want to contemplate what Arisa and Fred would
do to her without witnesses present. Another part of her—the traitorous part—thrilled
at the idea of Arisa and Fred pleasuring her for a full night. She’d seen the
women’s toy chest. Naomie had a box—about the size of a file cabinet drawer,
maybe a little smaller. They had a chest —large and wooden like something
out of a pirate movie—and swings—plural, three different kinds—and an entire
room devoted to all the different ways two women could have sex.
    She knew without a doubt Fred and Arisa would introduce
Naomie to all those ways thoroughly and in depth…if they were given the chance.
Now that their son was away at college, Fred and Arisa had ample opportunities.
They just needed Naomie to stumble into their parlor without Dane at her