Helen in the middle...

Watching Helen repeatedly bring Charlotte to the brink was amazing. Making out with Nikki while doing so just amplified the arousal. I didn't feel the urge to come, but the raging hard on was making it hard to think about anything other than just the feelings of female touch, the sounds of orgasm, and my wife, furiously rubbing herself as she watched the other participants on the bed.

"Why does it make me so wet watching you with other women?" Kaila moaned softly, her fingers penetrating herself deeply as her free hand roamed across Charlotte.

The thought that Kaila was enjoying every moment of this just caused a laugh to echo from Nikki's throat as she kissed me again.

"Looks like your wife likes having a hot husband..." Nikki smiled. "You know, you shouldn't fuck her... Make her work for it. After all, she gets your come anytime. I think you should fuck the dyke now..."

Helen moaned against Charlotte's lips as Niki called her the name.

"Say that again..." Helen groaned. I scooted closer to her and Charlotte's joined, bodies my eyes locked on where the multicolored dildo penetrated Charlotte. Her juices flowed copiously, and I could see the wetness as it leaked between the two of them, mixing and clinging as they moved together. Helen's pussy looked delightfully damp as it swayed before me, Charlotte's hands on her ass clearly presenting her to me in invitation.

"I think you should fuck the dyke now..." Nikki repeated, directing it to Helen, who arched her back in response, slightly pulling her phallus free of Charlotte, but now easily presenting herself for penetration, the leather straps marking a direct line towards her excited slit.

"Fuck her... fuck the dyke..." Charlotte's hands on Helen became more firm, and I slid my rigid erection along each side of Helen's eager pussy, delighting in the feel of her wet on the head of my cock.

"I love it when you call me that..." Helen hummed happily, kissing at her girlfriend.

"Call her a dyke." Nikki whispered in my ear.

I kissed at Nikki's lips again, before allowing her to bring my cock directly to Helen's slit. Her soft outer lips kissed at the head of my cock, and the feel of her heat so close made the urge to just consummate with her again undeniable. It was obvious Helen liked being called the name, to judge from how she moved her hips whenever the word was uttered.

"You want me to call you it?" I pushed forward just a little, allowing the head of my cock to push past that soft little point at which it was no longer visible. Just enough to give her a taste of my admittedly slightly drippy cock at this point.

"Yeah... call me what I am."

"But a dyke doesn't fuck guys..." I argued, pulling my cock free of her and allowing it to hover close to her.

"It's just you..." Helen mumbled against Charlotte's lips.

"Nope... not this time... my little dyke." I slapped at her ass, causing her to thrust deeply into Charlotte, who moaned ardently in response. She quivered a bit at the word, seeming to almost derive pleasure just from hearing it.

"Call me that again..." She gasped, bringing her ass up again, searching for penetration. "Call me that again and fuck me..."

"Is my little dyke begging for a man?" I taunted her, holding her ass with both of my hands now, and allowing the shaft of my cock to run along her slit carefully. "Tell me you want it, and I'll fuck you."

"Oh fuck... I want your cock." Helen panted, "Fuck me.." She shivered again at the name.

"What are you?" I asked her, running my cock over her again. She was shaking now, and Charlotte moaning beneath as Helen continued to lubricate my cock nicely with her now dripping pussy.

"I'm your little dyke..." Helen groaned. "Your little dyke that you let fuck all your women..."

"Fuck yeah you are..." I found the exact spot she needed and allowed her channel to engulf my cock. She felt just as tight as I had remembered and as I ground into her, she nearly collapsed against Charlotte, crushed between the two of us.

Charlotte came instantly. It wasn't even subtle. She was practically screaming with delight as Helen kissed at her face, desperately humping back against me as we began to fuck. It wasn't sweet and gentle at all, the only thought in my head on pleasuring my little dyke as she fucked her girlfriend.

"He's fucking you, sugah... just like he fucked me..." Charlotte thrust her hips back at the two of us, causing Helen's hips to be pushed back and forth, shoving me even deeper into her than I had planned. Helen seemed to wince again, before being lost in the action, grinding herself back on me while below her the now completely juice coated dildo continued to pound into Charlotte.

"You were right..." I growled against Helen's ear as I continued to shove myself into her with a fast and hard rhythm. I felt Helen's pussy convulse on my cock as I did so and she didn't respond with anything but a moan for a moment.

"About... about what..." She panted back, craning her head back for an attempt at a kiss which didn't work out too well.

"The straps chafe." I observed.