There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in the throes of passion. Or at least, that is what they say. I certainly hoped that was true, because I was unable to keep myself from thrashing around as Rafe and Alice both pleasured me.
I was on my hands and knees on the bed and Rafe thrust in and out of me hard. Alice lay below me, her expert tongue licking my clit and pussy lips, and the shaft of her boyfriend’s cock as he continued to fuck me. I had never experienced so much pleasure, so many sensations and it wasn’t long until I screamed with pleasure as they pushed me over the edge. My pussy convulsed around Rafe’s cock, but he held out longer. He kept thrusting, slighly slower now, until I had come down from my climax.
‘Do you think she can come again?’ Rafe asked Alice.
She moved from under me and pushed me onto the bed. ‘Turn around, Liza,’ she commanded. Why was it so hot when she told me what to do?
I did as she asked and she sat next to me. She reached out and pinched my nipples, immediately soothing the sore skin with her tongue. I moaned with pleasure and she looked up at Rafe.
‘Yes, I think she can come again,’ she said.
Rafe grunted his appreciation and roughly spread my thighs wide. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and thrust inside again, ramming himself deep inside me. I moaned with the pleasure of it, bordering on pain. I reached out and my hand found Alice’s pussy. She was as wet as I and my fingers easily slid inside her. She shifted her hips to give me better access and soon she was thrusing on my hand in time with Rafe’s rhythm. All the while her hands didn’t leave my body; one twisting and pinching my nipples, the other rubbing my clit hard. There was nothing subtle about what was happening, we were all fucking each other hard. As I reached my climax Rafe’s thrusts got more erratic, slamming into me as no discernable rhythm and a moment later he shot his load inside me. I cried out with pleasure and felt Alice’s pussy contract around my hand. Her wetness flooded my hand and she fell forward on top of me. We lay together, limbs entwined, sweaty and sticky and satisfied.
‘Happy birthday, Liza,’ Alice said.
I smiled a lazy, contented smile. Best birthday ever.