Something more substantial

Heather's big fucking sexy tits are mine, Ashley thought with glee. She had pushed away Heather's hand -- Heather didn't have to work at her pleasure right now -- and tugged her free nipple herself. Gentle twists, with the occasional squeeze, just like Hannah once demonstrated. Heather soon started singing like Taylor had.

Star pupil, Hannah nodded, and focused on her own job.

Heather began to buck against Ashley's leg, a certain desire remained unfilled. Literally. Ashley grinned around her friend's teat.

"Sorry, Ash," her lover slurred. "Usually when someone does that to me, a little more action is going on downstairs, you know?"

Ashley cocked her head over to Hannah, still plowing Taylor like a marathon runner. She was going for the gold apparently. Heather smiled.

"I know just the thing." Ashley leapt away, leaving Heather with a sudden absence that made her whine.

"Ash, don't be long." She plied a hand down her stomach, wavy with her ministrations, to grope her aching entrance. "I need your magic again."

"Don't worry, sexy." Her voice dropped into Taylor's register, and, akin to Pavlov's dogs, her lower lips salivated. "This will be magical."

"Hurry, please!" Heather begged. She wasn't used to begging yet, but she looked forward to learning. To desire another had its merits over being desired.

"Top drawer, love," Hannah advised her unseen partner. The dresser scratched opened, then clunked closed, and Ashley's golden curtain tickled her cheeks again.

Heather happily parted it and spelunked the cavern of her mouth again. She was her ragdoll as she contained both hands in a fist above her head, sliding those tight breasts over hers. Their nipples danced with electric contact.

Then Heather felt... well, Ashley, wanting to come in. She peeked below to find a new, pink appendage secured to a leather harness lashed over her hips.

"Sister knows best," Ashley breathed. Heather lolled onto the comforter, and yawned at both ends. Her ache abated with the soothing disappearance of a void.

"Ah... fuck, Ash." Heather angled her legs over the blonde's slim waist, smooth skin sliding past each other as Ashley mounted her. "You've... wanted to do this too, haven't you? You've wanted to fuck me like this? You nasty, filthy, gir- ohhh!"

"Hush now, sexy." Ashley ended her sentence with a shallow thrust, and kept her from forming anything else intelligible through the continued edging into her trench. She kidnapped Heather's lips with hers, spiriting her usual dirty talk far away. "Let me show you what I've learned."