In honor of Yummy‘s birthday, we have written a piece of erotic fiction involving a tryst between her and YSL and the two of us.  Though hastily written, we thought it a decent gift.  Note that while it is told from Jill’s point of view, the two of us wrote it together.  Here goes:

Outside, it’s cold and rainy.  Inside, the four of us are watching porn.  Jack and I cuddle on a plush sofa, while YSL lounges nearby in an armchair and you sit cross-legged on the floor in front of him.  Over the sounds of sex and obviously faked orgasms, we can hear rainfall pounding on the roof of the house.  The movie playing on the screen is definitely sexy – I am turned on at least – though there isn’t much of a plot.  It’s just a series of scenes with only the flimsiest excuse for a story, even by porn standards, connecting them.  None of us minds.

Though the wind howls furiously outside, the heater has been on all day and the house is warm and very cozy.  YSL is dressed lightly, and as comfortable as he looks it could be summer outside.  You, on the other hand, wear a warm pair of flannel pajamas and fuzzy socks.  I’m wearing sweats and my favorite top, and Jack is dressed just as casually in jeans and a clean white T-shirt.  There is a small blanket draped over the back of the sofa should we find ourselves chilly, but our attire and our choice of entertainment are unlikely to leave us cold.  Then again, my feet could stand to be a little warmer…

You and YSL are the first ones to get started.  Our attention no longer on the movie we’re watching, we observe you squatting before YSL, your head bobbing up and down in his lap.  His pants are lying nearby on the floor, tossed aside with callous disregard.  I gasp at the sight of you and he at play, and my body grows even warmer with my arousal.  As you tease YSL, his expression and body language serve as silent testimony of your innate knowledge of his body.  As YSL feeds your famished mouth, he plays with your hair, fingers gingerly caressing your scalp.  I can see your lips making their way up and down, and I strain my eyes through the dim light of the living room in hopes of getting a better look at the action.

I am unable to keep myself from blatant, full-on staring for fear of throwing off your rhythm.  Then it occurs to me that you’re not going to stop, that no matter what happens it won’t disturb your rhythm.  At this moment each of you is the only thing in the world that matters to the other.  I could kneel beside the armchair for a closer look and you won’t miss a beat.  You take YSL’s cock out of your mouth and hold him in your hand, stroking rapidly against your lips and tongue.  He is beautiful to behold, his cock thick, lengthy and stiff.  His head is plump and red like a freshly-picked strawberry as your mouth envelops it.  You plant soft kisses all over him, then work your way down and back up again.  I can see your tongue gliding rhythmically against him like a snake, lapping gently at the delicate ridge where head meets shaft.  You trace a trail down to his balls and back up again, and when you finally reach the top you suck him back down as though attempting to eat him alive.

It quickly becomes clear that Jack, like me, is paying no attention to the porn on the television.  His hand reaches around me, settling between my legs, and we observe together for a moment.  I can picture the mischievous look on his face as I feel his hardness pressing against me through our clothing.  Suddenly you both feel our eyes on you and turn to us.  You react to our watching with the guilty giggle of a little girl who has been caught misbehaving and knows that it’s pointless to try and deny her guilt.  Rather than immediately resuming, you and YSL wait for us to make the next move in this very naughty chess game.  We stare back, hoping you’ll continue.  You stroke YSL’s cock up and down a few times without looking away from us.  After a moment I break the silence just before it turns awkward.

“May we play too?”  You and YSL respond to the question enthusiastically, so I hop off of the sofa and onto the carpeted floor.  I kneel in front of Jack and massage his thighs through his jeans, my hands eventually coming to rest on the large, throbbing bulge inside.  As I manipulate him, I realize that we are now the ones being observed.  I hurry to unbutton and unzip Jack’s pants.  His erection springs forth to greet me, and I give a quick but loving kiss to the swollen pink head.  I yank down his jeans and shorts, leaving them bunched up around his ankles on the floor.  Taking his hardness into my hands, I wrap it up in two tight fists and give a few strokes just for show before devouring it completely.  His taste overwhelms my palate, and he fills up my mouth and throat as I swallow him whole.  When I come up for air, I turn to look at our hosts and to my delight I see that you have returned to what you were doing before Jack and I briefly became the center of attention.

Although no one acknowledges it verbally, our play turns into a race, with you and I actively competing to see which one of us knows her man’s pleasure zones the closest, and accordingly which of our men will get off the quickest.  We have long forgotten the porn movie on the television, and now you and I are concentrating solely on what we’re doing, both of us hoping to show the other that one crucial move, the one that will make her the unspoken winner of the race.

Our lips, tongues and hands operating with blinding speed, you and I pull out every erotic trick from our respective bags.  As I stimulate Jack, the pleasured sounds filling my ears – not only Jack’s but YSL’s, and even yours as well – arouse me progressively further, and even though I love the intimacy Jack and I are sharing as I give him pleasure, I know that I must have him inside me, and soon.  I’m eager to hear the moan, and feel the throb, that tells me that I am the winner.  It’s not that I’m very competitive, because really, I’m not.  I just know that once Jack cums, it will be my turn.

I play his shaft like a very sexy musical instrument, slurping, sucking and kissing my way up and down while at the same time stroking him determinedly with a well-lubricated palm.  As I do this, I manage to spare a glance at the armchair where I see that you’ve taken off your pajama top.  Your breasts are full and lovely, each of them two handfuls.  As they engulf YSL’s cock you move them up and down with your hands.  The stimulation must be intense, and I decide to steal this particular trick.

I whip off my own top and throw it to the floor, then caress my breasts for awhile.  I love the unbridled lust evident in Jack’s eyes as I roll my quickly-hardening nipples between my fingers.  After a moment of this wanton display I lower my lips onto him one more time, sucking hard and deep, my mouth leaving moist traces which I spread all over his cock with my hand.  Then I hold my breasts around him just as you did to YSL, and Jack titty-fucks me with reckless abandon, each impassioned thrust more exciting than the last.

I don’t know how long we continue this way, exactly, as the thrill of the moment has made me lose track of time.  I am only brought back to reality by the sound of YSL moaning, each wheezing breath alerting us to his impending climax.  His breathless gasping and panting mingle with your noises of contentment over your apparent victory.  Desperate not to lose (okay, I am a little competitive), I take Jack in my hand and stroke him furiously against my open mouth and tongue.  But it’s too little, too late and he gently turns my head so that I can watch YSL preparing to detonate like a ticking time bomb.

Still on your knees, you lean back and hold your breasts together as though offering them up to YSL for inspection.  His spasming erection in hand, he leaps to his feet and finishes himself off, ejaculating like a fountain.  His cum showers your face, breasts and hands, and when he is finally depleted he collapses onto the armchair.

We continue to play with each other, both of us hopefully close to orgasm ourselves.  I know I am, at least.  I can feel my knees buckling already as the pleasure intensifies.  Oh, you’re good, no doubt about that.  As you continue to buzz me with your thumb, I feel two of your fingers slip inside me.  In seconds you are pressing right on my G-spot.  I’m so close now.  I know I am.  Once the G-spot gets some stimulation it’s never long before I cum.  I hope I’m doing as good a job on you as you are on me.
         
I guess I’m doing something right, because all of a sudden the kiss breaks and you collapse against me, burying your face in my shoulder and my chest.  As your legs tighten around my hand, I exert a little more pressure, moving my thumb against your clit even faster than before.  As you climax I feel your lips, soft and warm against my neck, and it triggers my own orgasm.  My knees buckle, and I cry out in sweet ecstasy, a sound so candid and genuine that I surprise myself as the intense waves of pleasure crash through my body.
         
We stand under the spray and embrace each other tightly as we catch our breath and return to reality.  Basking in the warm glow of the intimacy we’ve just shared, you and I hold each other close, each feeling the other’s heartbeat as it gradually slows to normal.  You kiss me again, quicker this time, and then bring your hand up to let me taste myself on her fingers.  I like the way I taste!
         
“How long have you been standing there?” you ask.  For an instant I think you’re talking to me, but then I turn to see Jack and YSL standing in the bathroom doorway.  YSL tells us that they have been watching the entire time, and I feel a quick erotic jolt zip through my body as I wonder what they thought of our little performance.  Before I can ask, though, you speak.  “Well?  Are you coming in or what?”  You push open the shower door, thrust forth your ample breasts, and with a sexy smile beckon seductively to your lover, and to Jack as well.
         
I step under the showerhead and rinse the soap from my body.  By now, the men are casting off what remains of their clothing, discarding them in the pile where you and I threw our own clothing earlier.  When they’re naked, Jack and YSL squeeze into the tiny shower cabinet with us.  Our bodies are squished together, the four of us a tangled conglomeration of slender arms, plump breasts, smooth legs and erect cocks.

YSL manages to squeeze in close to you, and you both crowd beneath the hot spray.  You throw your arms around each other and melt into a long, fiery kiss.  Watching this hungry makeout session turns me on, and makes me want a kiss as well.  I lean over to where Jack is standing, and I try to kiss him but it’s difficult because I’m at the back of the shower and he’s the closest to the door.  For my mouth to reach his I would have to somehow maneuver myself between you and the wall of the shower, or rudely interrupt your kiss and hope that I fit between you and YSL.  Needless to say, this is even harder than it sounds!
         
As Jack and I struggle to win this bizarre standing game of Twister, I hear you whisper something to YSL about finishing up in the bedroom.  All at once you and he step out, and I finally get to make out with Jack.  As you grab a couple towels, I feel Jack’s tongue sliding between my lips and I suck on it.  While you and YSL dry yourselves off, Jack’s hands caress my breasts as his mouth travels to my neck.  As you toss your towels on the floor with the rest of the clothing, Jack’s lips find my nipples, taking in one, then trading it for the other before finally attempting to suck both at once.  He’s so good…

You linger in the doorway.  “Have fun, guys,” you say as YSL pulls you into the bedroom.  At the same time I can feel Jack pressing hard against my stomach, and I reach down to hold him in my hand.  I never get tired of the way he feels, or of the anticipation of having him inside me that always accompanies that sensation.  I could have my fill of him three times a day and it would still be as exciting to me as it was the first time, or probably even more.

As I rock him back and forth in my grasp, I can feel Jack’s cock pulsing against my hand and my fingers, and it makes me tingle inside.  Suddenly I can’t take it anymore, and I need him.  Now.  Quickly I turn around, bracing myself with my hands against the glass wall of the shower.  And although all I want is to feel him filling me up, I am not disappointed when he drops to his knees and bombards me with a nearly-overpowering mix of hands and mouth.  As his fingers explore me on the inside, his tongue excites me on the outside.  The frenzy of unrestrained desire we are sharing is too much, and he’s too good.

I pull away from him before I can climax, and I tell him exactly what I want.  He stands up, and in an instant he’s behind me, his hardness opening me like a blooming flower.  Decisively, urgently he drives inside, pulling me onto him by my waist, and begins to fuck me.  Each thrust is forceful enough to give me what I desire, yet not so forceful as to push me through the glass.  His hands find their way to my hips, yanking me down his length with great force.  I push against him with each thrust, our bodies slapping together in a primal, carnal dance until, finally, he sends me over the edge.

Exhausted, I sink slowly to the floor of the shower.  After a moment Jack shuts off the water, and the lusty sounds of you and YSL carrying on in the next room bombard our ears.  As we towel off, the sounds grow even louder and more intense.  We walk into the master bedroom, neither of us surprised by the sight that greets us.  YSL lies on the bed on his back, and you sit astride him, straddling his waist.  You are both wet with the sweat of your pleasure.  While you ride him, YSL’s hands hold your hips and manipulate your body with each powerful upward thrust.  When you notice us standing in your play space, you slow down.

“What took you so long?” you ask playfully, your breasts rising and falling slowly with each heaving breath.  You invite us to join you, and Jack and I drop our towels and climb onto the bed.  As we do, you rise from of YSL’s lap and lie down on the bed on your back.  YSL also gets up from where he was lying, and positions himself between your spread legs.  I watch with fascination as he strokes his still-hard cock with one hand while fondling your pussy with the other.  When YSL finally slips inside of you, I am already lying on my back, and waiting for Jack’s own entrance.

Jack quickly pushes his way between my lips and fills me up.  He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and begins to move sensually and confidently inside of me.  At the same time, you wrap your legs around YSL’s back, your feet meeting at his waist.  You pull him in deeper, making the most of every thrust.  Your hands rest on his shoulders, caressing him gently as he fucks you.  Your eyes are locked on YSL’s, your passion for him clear from the expression on your face.

As I observe, Jack leans down and nuzzles my neck, lavishing it with hot kisses.  My moans betray my pleasure, and soon you turn your head to watch us just as I am watching you both.  No words are exchanged, and in no way do either of us acknowledge that we are being watched.  We don’t even make eye contact.  Instead we both lie on the bed, enjoying the attention our men are paying us, enjoying the sensations they are giving us, and enjoying the naughtiness that naturally accompanies sharing a bed with an equally open-minded couple.

I finally meet your gaze, and instinct suddenly takes over.  Our mouths come together once again, just as they did in the shower.  We kiss casually, our lips mingling, barely even brushing against each other.  The kiss is neither friendly nor particularly passionate.  The kiss simply is.  In time, however, it grows warmer, hungrier, more erotic.  As before, your mouth opens to mine, and I feel your tongue undulating against my lips.  You feel your way along for a few blissful seconds, and when you’re finished it’s my turn.  You reply by softly closing your lips around my tongue and sucking it gently before releasing it so I can return the favor.  I can feel the men gazing at us, and although I can tell that Jack and YSL are enjoying the show, we are doing this as much for ourselves as for the two of them, perhaps moreso.

Without even trying to pull away, you moan into my open mouth.  YSL moans too.  You’re cumming, that much is certain.  You kiss me harder than before, and our tongues swirl about in the borderland between our open mouths.  At the same time YSL declares that he’s cumming – as if I hadn’t figured it out already – and his moans build to an exciting, heart-pounding crescendo.  Only now do you take her mouth off of mine, your moans loud, erratic, and nothing if not genuine.  Your hands join your feet on YSL’s ass, your fingers digging in as you pull him into you as deeply as he will possibly go.  You both groan with the ecstasy of it all, your bodies convulsing and shuddering together as one, until finally YSL falls against you, spent, and you share a hearty kiss.

YSL pulls away from you, his softening but still impressive member glistening with your mixed moisture.  As he lies down beside you on the bed, you try to compose yourself as well, your thighs dripping wet with the results of YSL’s climax.  You settle into the spoon position now, resting against YSL’s body, relaxing as you watch us.  Lazily, YSL plays with your hair, twirling it around his fingers.  At the same time, Jack pulls out and maneuvers me onto my hands and knees.  I know what’s coming, and I can’t wait.  I arch my back and, using my arms, brace myself against the mattress to wait for his hardness.  Soon I feel Jack’s head petting my lips, each movement a delicious, exhilarating tease.  With one hand I reach down between my legs and hold myself open for him, and once he is back inside me I decide to keep my hand there.

As Jack fucks me he holds my hips in a relaxed grasp, each thrust impaling me, pushing my face closer and closer to the mattress.  All the while my fingers dance over my clit, each sensation threatening to make me cum with greater urgency.  I don’t want to – not yet, anyway – so I move my hand away and use it instead to steady myself on the bed.  Enjoying the ride, I glance up at you and YSL, still lying on the other side of the bed.  You seem to have recovered from your synchronous orgasms, and at the moment YSL’s hand rests on your breast, idly playing with your nipple and enjoying the feel of your skin against his palm.

Reeling from Jack’s expert thrusts, I am suddenly struck by a wicked impulse.  “Come here,” I say to you.  You move from your spot on the bed, your still-sweaty skin reflecting the room’s light.  According to my directions, you sit down on the bed right in front of me.  I lower myself onto my elbows and place my hands on your knees.  I can see YSL’s eyes widen as he watches me lovingly fondle your soft thighs, each stroke bringing my hands farther and farther up your legs.  When you settle onto your back, I take that as implicit permission to continue my exploration.

I open your legs with my hands, kissing them tenderly.  But I am drawn to your heat, and all too eagerly I place my mouth right on you.  You are fragrant and very juicy, moist not only with your own wetness, but with YSL’s cum.  I open you up with my tongue and fingers, lapping slowly.  I am determined to make you have another orgasm, but as I feel Jack’s head stimulating my G-spot, I know that I’m close to the end, at least for now.  It won’t take long for me to cum.  It never does.  With all my willpower I try to resist just a few seconds longer, but I know it’s pointless.  I’m too far gone, too close to the precipice and about to topple over the edge.  Defiant even in the face of my own climax, I meld my mouth to your hot and wet pussy, doubling my efforts as Jack continues to work me from behind.  Each thrust threatens to trigger my surely imminent orgasm.  Finally I focus on your clit, erect and peeking out of its hood.  I put my hand on it, fingers working double-time even as my tongue laps frantically at the engorged pink bud.

At last you tense up, your thighs closing tightly around my ears.  You grind up against my mouth, and I can taste your wetness like never before, can feel it clinging to my lips and tongue, dribbling down my chin and my neck, collecting on the bedsheets.  I continue to lick, savoring you like an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, my efforts bolstered by the knowledge that you, like me, are on the brink of what I hope will be an explosive and intense orgasm.

I can just barely hear your faint gasps for breath, but it isn’t until you say that you’re cumming that I allow myself the same pleasure.  I give in to Jack’s thrusts, and I cum in a noisy procession of moans and grunts, my entire being trembling all the while.  And wouldn’t you know it?  The beautiful, erotic sounds of two women getting off together is just what Jack needed and he cums too, his throbbing cock making one last valiant attempt to push its way into me before ejaculation.  I can feel stream after stream of his cum, hot and thick, flooding me from the inside, and when he is finally spent we relax.

Happy Birthday Yummy!

Note:  If you are not currently reading Yummy’s blog, you definitely should be, as it is consistently erotic and a treat to follow.  In fact, Yummy was recently named one of the top 100 sex bloggers of 2011, and if you read her 13-part (so far) account of her and YSL’s adventures in Cap D’Adge – or anything she’s written for that matter – you’ll see why.  We recommend her blog knowing full well that you may never return to ours once you’ve read it.