Her hair felt good in my hand. A fistful of curls and color. Her cream skin looked so bright against mine and made me think of French vanilla iced cream and the second woman, mocha toffee. I moaned softly as Mocha continued to kiss my neck and move down my back, Vanilla continued to quench her thirst. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ I asked myself. One woman was bad enough but two. I had stumbled upon something I knew nothing of. It scared me, but more, it thrilled me. Feeling her tongue, wet and able, between my legs, feeling her pull my hair as I moaned loudly. It was almost too much. I remembered leaving the bar but how I got here was still a mystery.
Mocha started to unzip my dress and Vanilla stood to help. They tore my clothes from me with a hunger I had only seen in men. When I was completely naked they stopped and stepped back. “Damn you’re beautiful.” Vanilla whispers as she slid a finger down my stomach.
“Isn’t she.” Mocha moves closer to me and smells my skin.
“Thank you.” I manage to sputter out between pants.
“No thank you.” They both say as their hands begin to explore my overly sensitive skin making their way to my wet wanting waiting pussy.
I moaned as Mocha slid a finger deep inside me. “First time with a woman? I still don’t believe you.” She moved her expert fingers slowly in and out of me almost making me beg.
“We promise to make you love it.” Vanilla whispers in my ear, her voice like warm honey, as she kissed down my back.
They moved me closer to the bed and softly laid me down. I had to admit, no man’s touch had ever made me feel this way. Every movement they made was in unison and sent chills through my body. I looked up as their hands withdrew. Mocha pulled Vanilla closer by her curly golden hair and kissed her deeply before tearing her sheer blouse open. Vanilla moaned and I felt my want intensify. Mocha let her dress drop to floor, satin and silk now in a mess among the other shredded cloth.
“Take her bra and panties off.” Mocha looked at me. The lust in her eyes and smooth deep voice made me tingle.
I slowly stood and moved to Vanilla. She inhaled, her eyes rolling, as my small hands rubbed against her smooth skin. I unhooked her bra and let it hit the floor. I bent down slightly and started to slide her lace crimson panties off. “Rip ‘em.” Mocha’s voice was hushed and heavy with anticipation. I smile a little as the excitement built. I gave the small sheath of fabric a hard tug, the lace ripping and tearing. This was all very new.
“Mmm.” Vanilla moaned low and smooth. She turned to face me.
I was now inches away from the sweetest scent I had ever inhaled. My mouth watered. My panties, long gone, would have been soaked by now.
“Go ahead. Taste.” Vanilla pushed my head closer softly.
I hesitated for a moment but the want inside me won and my tongue pushed forward with curiosity and thirst. Her head fell back and I felt a hand caress my wetness. ‘Mocha.’ I thought as she softly entered me pulling me deeper into ecstasy.
As Mocha pulled in and out of me Vanilla held my head in place. I moaned softly into her, she reciprocated with a shiver and held my hair tighter. My tongue softly explored her. She tasted like candy and smelled like honey. I was simply intoxicated. I could feel Mocha’s tongue caress me from behind. I tried to pull away but my moans were muffled by my second lover. With every stroke of Mocha’s soft satin tongue my tongue explored and plunged deeper into Vanilla. “Oh God.” She gasped. “This can’t be your first time.” She breathed to me as her climax built. I could feel her clench around my fingers as I pushed two deep inside of her. “Shit.” She moaned.
Mocha sped up and pumped harder into me as my own climax built and started to overwhelm me. When I thought I couldn’t focus any longer Vanilla began to shiver. I knew she was close. Her breath erratic, she threw her head back and grasped my hair tighter. “Oh fuck!” her scream filled the hotel room as waves of pleasure poured over her body. She breathed hard and shook as she came down from her orgasm and looked at me. “My goodness.” She leaned down and kissed me as I tried to hold my own pleasure back. “That tongue.”
Vanilla bent down and softly stroked my hard nipples. Her fingers light and sensual against my skin. Mocha’s well guided tongue continued to explore and tease as I trembled from the overwhelming ecstasy. Mocha stopped abruptly and pulled me to the floor, flipping me on my back and spreading my legs. Vanilla moved to my side and began to finger Mocha as she licked and nibbled my nipples. I reciprocated and slid back into Vanilla.
Our moans, a symphony, joined and heightened in unison as we all climbed towards a mutual climax. I tensed as a new sensation washed over me. “Oh God yes!” I screamed as I my hips moved back strong against Mocha’s tongue and fingers. Mocha’s climax was next, expressed with a low growl and moan that warmed my pussy and made me buck once again. And Vanilla finished our trifecta with sweet slow lull of pleasure.
We collapsed to the carpeted floor and our erratic breathing almost matched.
I shivered and looked at my two spent lovers. I smiled. “I guess now would be a good time for names.”