Tête e tête

Although people in our life have questioned Nia’s booksmarts, nobody who actually understood her — at least, in my opinion — would dare dispute her meaningful intelligence. Equipped with a strong intuition, clever nature, and generally good memory, Nia could navigate herself out of most tribulations life threw her way. This also meant she could find her way into them, if she so desired. And she was, in this instance, undeniably the architect of our current circumstance.

This situation, perhaps more accurately dubbed a “trial”, was an ongoing battle for sexual supremacy that raged between her and Rina. The two of them had become completely absorbed with topping one another for the last hour or so. It was to such an extent that one could barely spare me a reassuring glance without being overtaken by the other.

The catalyst for these tantalizing events had been Nia’s taunting hips. They were the final nail in the coffin for Rina’s sanity, her wherewithal to continue their stripping game completely evaporating as the chance to wrest control presented itself. Not giving my darling time to prepare — which was quite a feat, considering she’d been the one to initiate — Rina fell upon her target, burying Nia’s face in satin and her own in velvet.

The predatory girl held her prey’s thighs with a python-like grip as she voraciously claimed her prize, devouring so intensely that she barely ever came up for air. It was passionate, animal, and utterly captivating; to the point where it made me wonder why Rina hadn’t simply skipped to penetration instead.

Maybe her one-sidedly extending the foreplay was a vengeance of sorts. From what I’d gathered, Rina’s competitive spirit made spite a far better motivator for her than for most. Though if that were that the case, Nia’s fervid cries of pleasure did not indicate she felt “spited” in any capacity. Perhaps the fine details were lost on Rina by then, or perhaps she didn’t care.

After a particularly powerful chain of orgasms wracked Nia’s body, Rina seemed satisfied. Somehow managing to stay her conquest, she pulled back just long enough to grab the armaments necessary for round three — primarily condoms, though, adorably, she went back for the lube just to be safe. Unfortunately for Rina, this presence of mind backfired; providing Nia with enough breathing room to turn the tables upon her return.

From there the real battle began, the two of them vying for dominance in a whirlwind of sexual mayhem. They latched into each other, their positions ping ponging back and forth as neither held the other for long. One moment Rina was grappling Nia and thrusting into her like a sex toy, the next Nia was straddling Rina and riding her like a champion.

Currently Rina was the one on top, all of Nia’s being folded under her weight as they violently came in unison. She held the press through her entire load — the sheer duration of which I still hadn’t grown used to, even after these last few weeks — making sure to only release her competitor once the orgasm had fully subsided.

Nia’s hands rested softly against her belly upon Rina’s dismount, small tremors running through her as she unfurled.

Nia: ~Ngh…ohhhh…oh mann~... Whoooff~, th-that was a…a big one, eheh.

Looking refreshed, Rina hopped from the bed and pulled her hair back with a smile.

Rina: Whew, yeah it was! You had a couple big ones yourself~.

She turned my way, examining me head to toe with a hungry gaze. I must have been a mess, three orgasms deep and covered in sweat, but Rina didn’t seem to care at all. On the contrary, she only seemed to flare up, her bright eyes and wolfish smile sharpening.

Rina: Looks like you did too, Em~

Nia drifted to me, her lust-laden eyes gleefully scanning my every detail.

Nia: Yeah, heheh, sure does~.

Rina: ~Y’know Nia…maybe you were giving Em too much shit earlier. Sure he’s a bit of a quick-shot tonight, but he’s kept goin’. And you aren’t exactly beating the allegations either; not with how much you came in that last stretch, hahaha!

Nia: Oh fuck off! I let you lead the finish and all of a sudden you’re queen of the world.

Rina: How nice of you, hehe, allowing me to make you nut into the fuckin stratosphere.

Nia: Like you didn’t.

Rina: Oh I came hard, sure, but only once…or twice now, I guess. You, on the other hand, blew like…six times, I think?

Nia: Whatehhhh-ver dude, tiny orgasms are different. Plus I’m…still acclimating, yeah, so I’m just extra sensitive.

Rina: So they’re different and you're extra sensitive? Convenient.

Nia: …Feh…!

Rina chuckled at Nia’s irked non-response, tying off her bloated condom and tossing it between my childish love’s breasts.

Rina: Here, a souvenir. Since you loved it so much~.

Nia: …Aight, watch the ‘tude, tough girl…haha. Just cause you got one over on me at the end there doesn’t mean it’s gonna stay that way.

Slowly my cock twitched back to life as I drank in their competitive banter. My love presented confidently as she rebutted, to be sure, but it felt more like a facade than usual. Rina had her on the back foot here, and I think we all knew it. It was evident, even physically. Nia was still recovering from her latest orgasm; meanwhile, not only had Rina’s mood done a complete one-eighty since we started, it only seemed to be intensifying. …Not to mention the way Nia’s smoldering eyes stayed locked on the distended prophylactic smothering her cleavage, nor the strangled swallow that immediately followed. That look had spoken volumes to her true feelings — it was intoxicating to imagine what was boiling just beneath the veil.

Rina nabbed a glass of water from the nightstand before responding, bracing herself against the wall as she rapidly chugged it down.

Rina: Ahhh~. Well, I’m ready whenever you wanna prove that~. And don’t worry if you “let me” win again. ~I’ve got plenty more in the tank, so you can take as many tries as you want~.

Nia: Ohoho man, you are so gonna get it you cocky bitch~.

Rina: ~Let’s do this then~.

Our proud partner stretched excitedly, ready to pounce and begin the session anew. Before the sexual tension could come to a head, however, Nia held up her finger; stalling Rina and robbing the wind from her sails.

Nia: Hold your horses, hot stuff. We have something we gotta take care of first~.

She turned toward me with a devious grin, chin meeting her palm as she propped herself up with an elbow.

Nia: All that talk of “quick-shots” reminded me that we need to talk about a certain someone’s punishment~.

Oh shit.

My mind froze. Enjoying their pandemonium caused me to forget everything that had occurred earlier; Nia, quite evidently, had not.

Rina: ~Ohhh, very true Nia. You wrung me out so hard there I tunnel visioned. Totally spaced on the punishment thing you talked about, haha! What sorta fun did ya have in mind for our boy here~?

Nia: It depends~. Do you want your punishment now or later, sweetie?

Rina: Pffft! That’s just mean Nia, making him bury himself! Can’t say I disapprove though~.

She wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t considered Nia throwing the ball back into my court. The moment Nia brought this up I’d assumed I lost that degree of control, prepared to take whatever she sent my way. The thought that they expected me to choose now was, in some ways, actually more nerve wracking than just letting it happen.

Emery: …Uhh…umm, give me a moment to think…

Nia: Choose caaarefully, hun. You only get one chance, no take-backs~!

Rina: Wow! No pressure or anything, hahaha!

Whoo boy, this was a doozy… On one hand we had the allure of Nia and Rina holding a punishment over my head for who knows how long. The rest of the night? Tomorrow? The end of the week, even? Admittedly none of these were that long, but, with my brain cooking as it was, a few days of constant teasing was an appetizing prospect. On the other hand, the instant gratification of not having to wait was also very appealing. Not to mention, now that we’d been warmed up the girls may be willing to do some more **** things… If they have time to deliberate then they’ll be more gentle than you want~.

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Emery: …I want it now, please!

I couldn’t resist, the possible escalation was too enticing. There was no way I could walk away with the option right in front of me. I’d weathered enough worry this week already, why bog the session down when I could just shut my brain off and give in to temptation?

The girls looked at each other, smirks growing until their faces split maniacally.

Nia: You asked for it Em~. Rina, grab our pants off the floor real quick.

…Their pants? Where exactly was this going…?