Free Intimate by Jason Luke Page A

little and shuffled her feet apart. Her hands went instinctively behind her and she pulled her shoulders back, presenting her pert breasts.
    Her pussy was inexplicably wet. No, actually, not just wet. She was really drenched. My palm brushed across her clit and then I slid two fingers straight up inside her. Deanne gnawed on her lip and tried to stop her hips from bucking responsively.
    Kim had my cock in her mouth, kneeling over me with her dress hiked up around her waist and her knees splayed wide apart. The buttons of her blouse had been undone and I could see the lace of her bra and the white mounds of her bulging breasts. I slid a hand up between her thighs and she stopped sucking my cock for just long enough to sigh encouragement.
    My fingers found the dampness of her through the warm wet silk of her underwear. I glided my fingers back and forth, rucking the sheer fabric into the deep crease between her pussy lips, and Kim groaned again with a mixture of desire and anticipation.
    At last she let my cock slide from between her lips and knelt upright on the bed. She was looking defiantly at Deanne as she slowly drew her panties down her thighs. She kicked the lace aside and quickly slipped out of her heels.
    I laid Deanne on the bed, flat on her back and then Kim shuffled around until she was on her hands and knees directly above. The two women were looking into each other’s eyes, Kim’s breasts hanging out of her blouse. She spread her legs and I knelt behind her, swiping the swollen head of my cock slowly along her pussy until it was coated in her wetness. I pushed inside her gently, taking my time, and Kim’s mouth hung open and her eyelids fluttered. Deanne was staring up, directly into Kim’s eyes. She would have seen the look of rapture on Kim’s face as my cock filled her – there was simply no way she couldn’t have.
    I began fucking Kim, using shallow teasing probes of my cock because I knew from experience that was what drove her into a sexual frenzy. My hands were on her hips. I held her under tight restraint to stop her pushing back against me, and as I slowly fucked her, my thoughts went to Deanne.
    Was she insanely jealous, or maddeningly aroused?
    I needed to know.
    I pulled my cock from Kim’s pussy and rolled her onto her side. I positioned myself behind her and Kim lifted one leg high into the air so I could enter her. This time I fucked her deeply with a hand wrapped around her waist, my fingers teasing her nipple while my cock plunged in and out.
    Deanne was ordered to kneel over Kim’s pussy and use her tongue to lick and please us. I told her she could masturbate but that she must stop before reaching orgasm. Deanne nodded dutifully and I let out a groan when I felt the flutter of her tongue as it swabbed enthusiastically between Kim’s flared wet pussy lips and the base of my cock each time it disappeared deep inside Kim’s sex. Deanne was fingering herself furiously. In less than thirty seconds she had to stop.
    That was when I knew.
    That was when I was sure cuckqueaning was going to work for us as a submissive training tool.
    Deanne kept touching herself like she was stoking a fire, letting it burn down and then reigniting the flames by returning her hand to her pussy. All the while I continued to fuck Kim, urged on by her slutty vocal encouragement. When I came, it was deep inside her with Kim’s own orgasm brought on by Deanne’s tongue, licking contentedly at her clit while my cum trickled onto her tongue.
    That weekend passed in a blur. Kim and I had sex half-a-dozen times: once in the back of the car while Deanne was in the front seat, naked and driving. Another time I made Deanne sit blindfolded beside the bed with her hands tied so that all she had was the sounds of us fucking, and her imagination. By the second evening Deanne at last gave up all pretense of merely being obedient and in a hushed, embarrassed rush of words she actually admitted that the weekend had been the