Echoes

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Aug 07, 2004

We sat hunched over the kitchen counter as Leslie made drinks and Layla fiddled with her one-hitter. Only now, under the lights, did I really notice Layla’s eyes—bright and blue and unsettling. The words flowed easily among us but we didn’t speak of what we were so obviously ready to do. It was Leslie who broke the tension, pressing her body into Layla’s. Soon the women held each other, swaying to the music.

“I’m hot,” said Leslie.

“Then we have to get you out of that top,” Layla replied, pulling Leslie’s blouse over her head. The girls gave each other tender kisses while I took pictures. “You’re so beautiful,” Leslie kept telling Layla. The rest of their clothes soon melted to the floor, revealing wonderfully taut young bodies. A tattoo of a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web adorned Layla’s pubic area, forming a neat triangle over Layla’s shorn cunt. The spider lurked in a corner.

Layla leaned against me as I sat on a stool, her naked ass pressed into my clothed lap. Leslie knelt before her and stuck her tongue into Layla’s pussy, causing Layla to gasp and throw her head back. My cock ached to be free but I dared not release it. I raised my hands to Layla’s breasts, kissing her neck and teasing her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, losing myself in her scent. After a dreamy eternity they switched positions and now it was Layla sprawled at Leslie’s feet. I stood and Leslie fished my cock out, letting it twitch before our playmate’s face. Layla, being a well-mannered guest, promptly wrapped her lips around me.

The two women retired to the couch, where Layla buried her face between Leslie’s thighs, Layla’s spine curving gently upward, her soft, voluptuous ass seeming to levitate. This is how I captured them, holding the camera and trying to concentrate on something other than my own lust, and when the shutter clicked the moment was already lost to memory. They wanted me to join them. I wanted to torture myself a little while longer…

“I want to see how you do it,” Layla beckoned. I obediently curled up between Leslie’s legs and lapped at the center of my universe, Layla’s saliva mingling with Leslie’s own juices, Layla’s hand grasping at my erection. Hungry for me, Leslie crawled onto the coffee table and bent over to service me as I reclined on the couch, her beautiful ass jutting proudly skyward. Layla brought up the rear, winking at me across the expanse of Leslie’s curves. My girlfriend’s silky tongue slithered over me and I counted my blessings.

I was doubly blessed: Leslie insisted that Layla have a turn upon the table and Layla eagerly complied. The way a woman uses her mouth says everything, I think, that needs to be said—Layla swallowed me whole, cupped my balls, wrapped her tongue around me, and Leslie’s machinations at the other end were making Layla breathless, causing her to utter loud, lusty moans that can only be described as pornographic. I grabbed a fistful of Layla’s hair and babbled encouraging words.

Flush now, with a pulsing ache between my legs, I penetrated Leslie as Layla cradled her. I wondered whether we might just break the table but I doubt I would have stopped if we had. I dismounted, finally, to give Leslie a rest and watched for a moment as Leslie took Layla again. Unable to contain myself, I cried out: “I want some of that!” I flipped off my slippers and rested my knees upon them, brought my open mouth to rest against Layla’s pretty pussy, became the butterfly trapped in her spider’s web. I closed my eyes…

“Daisy chain,” I said, working my fingers into Layla as she settled down to the business of making Leslie come. We had finally left the coffee table behind for the softness of the bed. And Les did come. Beautifully. I arranged the women in a 69 position and slipped into Leslie from behind. Ever the faithful assistant, Layla licked me clean whenever I popped out and then helped inch me back in again. With Layla’s tongue against my balls, I bent over and snuck fingers into both of her wet holes, all the while grinding into Leslie, watching her tongue dart across Layla’s clitoris.

The poor girl had waited long enough for her orgasm, so Leslie and I uncoupled and dove in, taking turns, lapping away relentlessly, sucking at Layla’s labia as her moans grew louder. And then we divided the labor, Leslie concentrating on Layla’s clitoris as my fingers pistoned in Layla’s pink. This could have gone on all night and I wouldn’t have minded. Soon Layla was a quivering mess, drawing her legs together. Leslie and I were both panting as if the orgasm had been ours. I rose and stood at the foot of the bed, the two women watching me as I rolled on a condom.

Propped above Layla, I gently tapped her butterfly with the head of my cock. “Careful… you’ll be trapped in my web,” she said as I eased into her.

I smiled. “Funny, I was just thinking that.” She gave way, warm and wet around me. Leslie suckled at her pert breasts. “How’s this?” I asked as I shook the bed with my thrusts.

“Ohhh,” Layla gasped.

I slowed down, pulling most of the way out and then sliding forward. “How about this?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

I pushed Layla’s legs up against her chest and went deeper, feeling every inch of her. I lost track of time. Had it been minutes or hours? “God, I’m going to come so hard,” I said. And I did come. And my mind was empty.

Later on we rested on the couch in our post-sex haze, listening to a Pink Floyd album. Layla sang along. “I’m the king,” I heard myself say, “Leslie’s my queen… and you’re our princess.” Growing by infinitesimal increments, fueled by the gentle friction of skin upon skin, arousal took hold again. Layla’s hands found Leslie and Leslie’s hands found Layla. Leaning up against the cushions, I fucked Layla under Leslie’s rapidly circling fingers, my eyes fixed upon Layla’s pretty pussy, the living room filled with the echoes of our coupling. And then I came full circle, making love to my girlfriend as Layla cradled her. I kissed Layla, then Leslie, and awaited the night’s final revelation. When it finally arrived I slumped forward, my head nestled in Layla’s arms…

Outside, the palest blue light crept across the landscape, a veil over memories of night, coming to rouse the city from erotic dreams. Leslie and I settled into bed with our princess between us.

“Goodnight my king and queen,” she said.

“Goodnight princess,” said Leslie and I.

And the night, already lost to memory, echoed in my mind.

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