Heart Song Anthology Carolyn Faulkner (rooftoppers txt) 📖

Miranda looked to see where Warrington’s hand was and smiled.

Alison tensed. She was used to Warrington removing her panties, but having Miranda’s fingers near her panties, near her pussy, caused Alison anxiety. Sure, Miranda had touched her there before, but Alison hadn’t known who it was at the time. This time was different. This time she was aware of what was going on, allowing it.

“Matt, maybe a little slower. Let’s take this a little slower,” Alison said.

It was too late. Miranda’s hand was on Alison’s knee and her lips were at her ear. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll go slow.”

Miranda kissed Alison’s cheek as she slid her hand under Alison’s dress, Miranda’s hand slowly sliding up Alison’s thigh to her panties. Alison could feel Miranda’s fingers sliding under them, touching the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, rubbing and petting Alison.

Miranda breathed into Alison’s ear. “So sweet,” she said as she inched her fingers towards Alison’s pussy. Miranda found it, then deftly moved to Alison’s clit, flicking a finger over it. Alison’s body responded, her legs closing around Miranda’s hand. Alison noticed Warrington had removed his hand and was now moving around the suite, but she didn’t bother wondering where he was going, she was too preoccupied with Miranda.

Alison pressed her left hand down on top of her dress, over the hand Miranda had between Alison’s legs. Alison squeezed her thighs together while pressing down, allowing Miranda enough room to move her hand and fingers, yet adding to the pressure. Miranda shifted a bit on the couch to get a better angle, continuing to flick a finger over Alison’s clit. As the warmth and wetness grew within Alison, Miranda began alternating between teasing Alison’s clit and drawing a finger along the slit of Alison’s pussy. She left the clit to add more, gentle pressure on Alison’s pussy lips, drawing a line from top to bottom, delving a little deeper with each pass until subtly, pleasurably, she slid a finger inside Alison. Alison gasped, pressing Miranda’s hand even more, forcing it deeper, moving her hips to feel the full extent of Miranda’s entry into her. Alison slid her body forward, half off the couch now, taking Miranda with her.

Miranda pulled free of Alison’s grip, swinging her whole body in front of Alison, kneeling before her.

Alison moaned her displeasure before realizing Miranda was reaching under her dress with both hands to slide her panties off her. Alison lifted her hips, obliging.

Miranda held Alison’s lingerie for a brief second before tossing it aside and standing up. Standing over Alison, she extended her arm to her, beckoning her to take it.

“Let’s go, sweetie. Let’s move over to the bed.”

Alison smiled, taking Miranda’s hand. Alison was fully invested in this now, and the smile and pleasure on her face showed it. Miranda pulled Alison up, wrapping an arm around her. Alison lay her head on Miranda’s shoulder as Miranda directed her towards the bedroom.

“What are you going to do to me?” Alison asked.

“Don’t know yet,” replied Miranda.

“You know you can do whatever you want. The two of you, whatever. I trust you. I trust you both.”

“Mmm, that’s good to hear,” purred Miranda. She guided Alison through the bedroom doorway.

Warrington sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, his tuxedo jacket off and hanging over the back of a chair, his tie and shoes cast off on the floor.

Seeing Warrington on the bed, Alison said, “I wondered where you disappeared to.”

“I thought I would give the two of you a little time to get comfortable.”

Alison walked into the room, moving towards Warrington. “I’m comfortable,” she said.

Warrington stood up, taking her in his arms and kissing her. The kiss was a long one, long enough for Miranda to come from behind and unzip Alison’s dress. It fell to the floor. With a snap, Miranda unhooked Alison’s bra.

Alison stood naked; her body pressed against Warrington’s. Suddenly, Alison became self-conscious, concerned Miranda would be looking at her ass. She tried to drop her arms behind her to use her hands to cover her ass, but Warrington held her at the shoulders, restricting her movements.

Alison felt Miranda’s hands on her ass cheeks. “Lovely,” she heard Miranda say.

Miranda began kneading Alison’s cheeks with both hands, grabbing and pinching, alternately gentle and rough, drawing circles; her fingers and hands rubbing closer and deeper between her cheeks.

Alison felt Miranda’s finger gently touch her asshole, accompanied by a cold, wet sensation. Alison gasped, realizing Miranda was gently pressing against her opening, trying to insert a finger into her ass.

“Shh,” breathed Miranda into Alison’s ear. “it’s all right, breathe.”

Alison relaxed, and Miranda’s finger slid easily into her asshole. At the same time, Warrington kissed her deeply again, holding her close, distracting her from what Miranda was doing. After a few seconds, Miranda removed her finger, replacing it with the cold tip of a silver butt plug, a fake diamond shining on the outer end. It wasn’t very large, but Alison still felt the pressure of it opening her up. One gentle forward push by Miranda and a subtle thrust of Alison’s hips and the plug was inserted.

Miranda stepped forward, pressing her body against Alison’s back. Alison felt Miranda’s body pressing hers into Warrington’s. Miranda was naked, her firm breasts and long nipples pushing into Alison’s back. Miranda’s arms engulfing her as she reached around her to touch Warrington. Miranda’s downy blond bush tickling Alison’s ass cheeks.

Miranda and Warrington were about the same height, Alison a head shorter. Miranda was leaning her head over Alison’s left shoulder, kissing Warrington with Alison sandwiched between them, Warrington still holding Alison’s shoulders needlessly. Alison couldn’t move, pinned between the two of them. Miranda’s long blond hair fell over Alison’s face.

Miranda released Warrington and Warrington released Alison. Even so, Alison pushed her body forward into Warrington’s. She didn’t want to stand alone, naked in the middle of the room and wasn’t sure what to do next. It was easier when it was just her and Warrington, but with