A moan erupted from me unbidden and I clamped down on my lip to rein it in.
“What is it, baby?” Daniel whispered into my ear.
Christ, she was beautiful. They both were.
Emma began to massage one gloriously full mound while expertly toying with the peak at the other. Envy coursed through me anew, as my body begged to be in the thick of the scene before me.
“Do you want some of that?” Daniel continued, his voice gruff against my ear sending delightful shivers down my spine.
Without waiting for my response, his hands moved to my shoulders and he shoved the fabric of my jumpsuit down until the straps hung from my wrists. I was now naked to my thighs, save for my thong. My lack of bra a relief as the cold air swept over each aching nipple and encircled my upper body, every nerve ending heightened in my desperate state of need. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me. And hard.
I was vaguely aware of him rustling a packet behind me and realized with some gratitude that he was putting on a condom. At least one of us had some sense left. Before I knew it, he was back, pressing me up against the cold wall, my bare nipples scraping the rough surface causing me to cry out at the ripples of pleasure it sent through me.
Shit! That was loud. Panicking, I scanned the room before me, praying I hadn’t been heard. But the sound of me had been drowned out by the cries from Diana; the girl was so close to the brink. Her head thrown back in pure ecstasy, her now naked form arched back over the table as Emma nipped and sucked at each breast in turn whilst her hand dipped between the girl’s legs.
Daniel pulled at my thong, tugging it into a tight string against my crotch, the sensation painfully erotic and I cried outagain, writhing against the fabric. His other hand came at me from behind, seeking out the entrance to my pussy.
“God, you are so wet, baby.”
I started to rock against him, reveling in the friction of my still-present panties and his probing fingers. All the while, my gaze transfixed on Emma and her skilled assault on the other girl’s body, her mouth now replacing her fingers to feast on the naked valley between Diana’s legs.
And then one of the men moved. It was James. He approached the women, his hand working at his crotch. What was he doing? He couldn’t be about to fuck Emma, surely not...
“Remember, James, the ass. The pussy is all mine.”
The order came from my stepfather and I watched with horrified fascination as James acknowledged his words with a greedy smile, his hands moving to lift Emma’s dress to massage her naked behind.
Emma barely glanced up from her position. Diana looked though. Her hungry gaze fixed on her husband as she watched him position himself and thrust his cock forward. Emma cried out, and I could swear she was in pain, but then the sound changed, pleasure ringing through as her body relaxed into his rhythm.
“Don’t ... don’t stop,” Emma begged, throwing James a heated look over her shoulder.
I had never witnessed anything so hot in my life. As she returned her attention to Diana, I reveled in the sight of the growing sexual tension building in their bodies.
“Your turn, baby...” Daniel said behind me, shoving my thong down and maneuvering his cock against my entrance, his hand returning to take up a joyous tempo over my clit.
God, yes, take me already! I wanted to scream at him. Instead, I thrust myself backward, down onto his hard shaft and almost exploded there and then.
“Steady, baby,” he ground out, pinning my hips with his hands to prevent me from moving over him. “Let’s enjoy this with them.”
I squirmed beneath his grip, showing rather than telling him that I needed release. And now!
Slowly, he pulled out and I heard him groan low in his throat just as a huge cry rang out from Diana. The girl’s body convulsed as her climax overcame her, each wave sending her body into a spasm as Emma pinioned her legs apart and watched her release with carnal satisfaction.
As the waves subsided, her body relaxed into the table and she stretched out languorously while Emma rocked above her with each continued thrust from James.
“Now don’t be selfish, Diana,” James said, his voice rough with growing tension as he slowed his movements to regain some control. “I think you should return the favor.”
Diana’s sated expression quickly evolved to one of hunger as she propped herself up onto her elbows and nodded.
“Take off her dress, darling,” she commanded, her gaze fixed on Emma as she moistened her upper lip with her dainty pink tongue.
James did as she bid, lifting the fabric over Emma’s head; his cock still nestled in Emma’s sweet cheeks. As he unveiled her heavenly, sweat-covered body, Daniel’s pace increased; she clearly had the same effect on him, his control was slipping.
I watched transfixed as Diana slid off the table to kneel between the legs of the entwined couple. Her hands lifting to cup and toy with her husband’s balls and then her head tilted back so that she could bury her mouth between Emma’s legs. Emma cried out at the contact, throwing her head back in pure pleasure.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” James said hoarsely, his hands moving to grope Emma’s breasts as he picked up his tempo against her.
Daniel followed suit, his body plowing into me, my breasts scraping the wall with each move. I clamped my teeth down into my lip to prevent me crying out again as my whole body turned rigid with my impending climax. Before me, I could see both Emma and James reach a crescendo in unison just as I exploded, every bit of me racked with such a ferocious orgasm—
