one tongue, two orgasms

Abbie was focused on her tongue again, trying to find that same spot that had gotten Michelle all aquiver a few moments before. Between the quickie at the bar, the aggressive foreplay here in the hotel room, and the apparent fact that Michelle was insatiably horny, Abbie was confident that she could bring her to an orgasm.

But she wanted to do it with her tongue.

Abbie adjusted the position of her hands on Michelle's ass. Her ass was tight and firm, smaller than Abbie's, with narrower hips. Abbie put a hand on the small of Michelle's back, suggesting that she lean a bit more forward, which she did.

Michelle pressed her weight against Jake's chest, her palms on his pecs. She didn't intend to push him away (nor did he allow himself to be pushed), she just needed some stability and balance. Michelle lifted her head to look at Jake, and he responded by craning his neck forward and surprising Michelle with a kiss, a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues met one another instantly. Michelle kept one hand on Jake's chest, but put the other behind his head. Jake, in turn, ran his fingers through Michelle's hair, holding her head and neck.

Abbie had her face pressed hard into Michelle's ass, and her tongue was working rapidly on Michelle's pussy. Abbie pulled one hand off Michelle's ass and slid it down her own body and into her pussy, masturbating herself in parallel to tonguing her friend. Abbie rocked her body back and forth as she half-knelt on the floor, her knees feeling the rough carpet beneath. She was already quite worked up from the whole evening so far, and she knew it wouldn't take much to get herself off.

She was extremely close to an orgasm herself when she felt Michelle's legs quivering around her other hand. Abbie was alert, and the moment she sensed that Michelle might come on Abbie's tongue, Abbie got immensely excited. She pulled her fingers out of her own pussy and held onto Michelle's leg, her tongue relentless on Michelle's pussy.

Abbie could still taste Jake's come on Michelle's skin. It was salty and sweet, and most of all, just reminded her of the amazing evening they'd all be sharing. She was so grateful for Jake, grateful for the weekend, if she hadn't been so preoccupied with giving Michelle an orgasm, she might have gotten emotional. Fortunately, Michelle distracted Abbie from her internal monologue.

"Oh fuck, this is amazing," said Michelle. "I'm fucking coming. Don't stop eating me, I'm fucking coming on your fucking face."

Michelle's climax was quick, but intense. Abbie felt Michelle's body tense up and shudder, her leg muscles tightening in Abbie's hand. She didn't stop moving her tongue, back and forth against Michelle's cunt, prodding, poking. When Michelle's body twitched, Abbie felt Michelle coming on her, her pussy getting warmer and wetter with each body spasm.

Once the orgasm passed through Michelle, she went back to making out with Jake again, and Abbie brought her hand back to her own pussy. I need that, too, she thought. She pulsed her body against her hand, sliding two, then three fingers into her own pussy.

Abbie knew that she was on the verge, and so she fell into a comfortable pattern with her hand on her pussy. She slowly rubbed down, her clit brushing against the heel of her hand, her fingers folding into her pussy, then back out again, more quickly than they had gone in. She repeated this again and again, all the while rocking her body back and forth as she knelt behind Michelle, her focus on the scene ahead of her blurring as she worked herself toward a climax.

Abbie thrust her head up as she came, her body shuddering against her fingers, her skin tingling, her legs tightening, her toes clenching. She held still in that position as she felt her orgasm pulse through her. Five seconds ... seven ... ten ... and then she breathed again, the moment passing. Like Michelle's, it was quick -- though Abbie knew that surely there'd be another soon.

As she relaxed her body, she caressed Michelle's ass with one hand, and put the other against Michelle's back again. She rose up on her knees and looked at Michelle, then at Jake just past her. Abbie stretched one leg out to adjust her position on the floor, and moved her hands off Michelle and toward Jake. With one hand, she gripped his thigh; with the other, she reached for the waistband at the top of his boxers.