two hands, two orgasms

Michelle pressed her hands against Jake's chest -- not to push him away, but to hold herself up. In fact, she wanted Jake to come closer. She looked at him, lifting her face toward him. hoping that her body language would say all the words she didn't want to speak. Jake leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, their tongues instantly intertwining. 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, and tightening their connection.

With one hand fiercely frigging Michelle's hole, Abbie slid her other hand down into her own pussy, masturbating herself in parallel to fingering her friend. Abbie rocked her body back and forth as she half-knelt on the floor, her heels pressed against her ass. 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 fingers, Abbie got immensely excited. She pulled her fingers out of her own pussy and held onto Michelle's leg, but never stopped plunging her hand into Michelle's hole.

Abbie worked quicker and quicker, thumbing Michelle's clit, lightly squeezing her thigh, and every so often, bringing her face close to Michelle to press her lips against some part of her lower body. Abbie saw that Jake had gotten closer, and she was still a little distracted by his cock right near her face -- but she resisted. Besides, there was still the hope that the three of them would get off together, and if they hadn't even begun having actual intercourse yet, Abbie didn't want she or Jake to end things early.

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

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 fingers in and out of Michelle's cunt, poking, twisting, pinching. When Michelle's body twitched, Abbie felt Michelle coming on her hand, 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 spare 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 between Jake and Michelle, her focus on the two of them blurring as she worked herself toward a climax.

Abbie thrust her head backward as she came, her body shuddering against her fingers, her skin tingling, her lower 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 brought a hand up to Jake this time, touching his leg, gripping his cock, and then reaching for the waistband at the top of his boxers.