Pleasing Her Majesty (Lesbian FFF Threesome Fisting): Part Nine of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Read Online Free

ready mouth, and the other woman immediately began licking furiously, her tongue covering everything from front to back, plunging in and out of her entrance, circling around her clit. Klea was already so turned on that it didn’t take very much to bring her close to orgasm, and she clutched the couch in one hand, gasping and moaning, only for Phoebe’s tongue to suddenly slow to gentle licking.
    Surprised, Klea opened her eyes and looked at the queen.
    “You’re in for a treat,” the queen said.
    She had three fingers buried in Phoebe, up the the knuckle, working them back and forth in the other woman’s cunt, the thumb of her other hand planted on her clitoris, rubbing and rubbing in gentle circles. As Klea watched, her own cunt humming in tune to Phoebe’s tongue, the queen added a fourth finger and plunged it in up to the knuckle as well.
    Phoebe moaned right into Klea’s clitoris, the sound vibrating the girl and making her gasp with pleasure. She was right on the edge again, feeling like she was on a cliff, just about to fall down into her orgasm, when Phoebe stopped again. Klea growled with frustration, and the queen smiled at her.
    Then, Phoebe’s soft, gentle licks still strumming through her, Klea watched the queen slowly put the rest of her hand into the other woman’s cunt. She moved slowly but surely, and first her knuckles disappeared, then her palm, then her thumb tucked against it until Phoebe’s lips were at her wrist and Phoebe herself was writhing with delight.
    “You like having my whole hand in you?” the queen asked, softly.
    “I love it,” Phoebe moaned. “Make me come again.”
    The queen moved her wrist the tiniest bit, at least that Klea could see, and Phoebe arched her back again and shouted.
    “Harder!” she said, and the queen moved again, just a little more this time.
    “You’re gonna make me squirt,” Phoebe moaned. “I’m gonna come all over you.”
    The queen didn’t say anything, but moved her fist again, one last time, and Phoebe’s body jerked beneath Klea. Then she saw a thing liquid gush out of the woman, covering the queen’s hand, soaking her thighs and knees where she was on the couch.
    Klea gasped. She’d never seen a woman squirt before.
    Phoebe was still coming, the liquid still gushing out of her, her whole body moving in contractions, the queen’s fist still buried deep inside. She’d stopped licking Klea, but now the girl was fingering herself, furiously rubbing her button, desperate for release.
    With a slick, sticky sound, the queen pulled her hand out of Phoebe, then wiped it on the other woman’s stomach. Then she reached for Klea’s hand and pulled it away from her, stopping her from masturbating.
    “Please, I just want to come,” Klea said, desperation tingeing her words.
    “Lick me off again,” the queen said, lying back in the wet spot on the couch.
    Klea knelt, still straddling Phoebe, the smell of cunt and sex heavy in the air, and spread the queen’s thighs. Maybe after this, she thought, she’d finally get to come. She buried her face in the other woman’s loins, flicking her tired tongue back and forth over the clitoris.
    Then, suddenly, she felt something on her own cunt: fingers inside, probing, pressing down. They plunged and and out, relentlessly squeezing, as they were joined by a thumb on her clitoris. Klea exhaled hard into the queen’s cunt, making the other woman gasp. She felt hands on her head again as her face was pressed hard into her.
    “God, you’re wet,” Phoebe said from behind her. “You’re gonna come so hard.”
    “She’s filthy,” the queen said, writhing around in front of Klea. “Absolutely filthy. I love it.”
    Klea said nothing, but lapped furiously at the queen, all sense of artistry gone as she licked and sucked, planting her lips around the queen’s clit, flicking it furiously with her tongue.
    It felt as though Phoebe, three fingers now in Klea’s cunt, were pulling at her, furiously