The Bullpen Ch. 05

It was a comparison that Jamie had dreaded all week. She'd seen Erica's body that Tuesday, and knew that it would be difficult to compete with. For years, Jamie had held the upper hand, as her breasts were larger, and her figure better accentuated by her more stylish attire. But Erica's top had caught up to Jamie's, and passed her by. And, corsets withstanding, the blonde knew that when they'd both stripped to their skin, pregnancy, breastfeeding, and a few years of seniority would take their toll.

But whatever Jamie thought of her own body in relation to Erica's, it was obvious from Colin's open mouth that he liked what he saw. And, from the look in Erica's eyes – dick still firmly in mouth – it was clear that the scientist felt the same.

Colin was already on the verge of cumming; Jamie could sense it in the way he was breathing. He may have belonged to Erica for the night, but it was Jamie who knew him best - when to push him and when to ease back. At the moment, it was the latter.

Ignoring the disappointment on Colin's face, as well as the hunger in Erica's, Jamie pulled the dark-haired girl away from her husband. She replaced the scientist's warm mouth with her own firm grip, moving neither as fast nor as pleasurably, but with strength and control. Erica rose from her knees, sensing that this portion of the evening had drawn to close. The girl knew what was next, and she was more than willing to comply in order to get what she wanted.

Taking Jamie's free hand in her own right, Erica pulled the blonde away from her husband, and consequently, away from dick. Colin moaned in frustration, but Jamie knew that he'd thank her for later for helping him compose himself.

Erica, though, fully intended to make sure that he was primed before she got to him. Turning her head as she walked away, the scientist ordered Colin to follow them to the lunch table. She cooed, "Watch her scream."

Jamie, meanwhile, just followed behind, across the Observation Room to the table on the other side of the room. Her mind had been going at a mile a minute that evening, as she worked up the courage to drive over to ConnPharm. But now, being led hand-in-hand by Erica, the blonde just allowed herself to shut off. She would do what her body wanted to do in pursuit of an orgasm, and give no thought to anything beyond her own physical pleasure.

Erica pushed one chair aside and let Colin know that this would be where he was sitting. Meanwhile, Jamie was led the exact far side, and then forced to turn her back on her husband. Erica pushed her against the table, until Jamie's naked buttocks were pressed up against, and then seated upon, the sturdy metal table. And, after spreading Jamie's legs and inserting herself between the blonde's thighs, Erica leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips were together, and their tits pressed hard against each other. For Jamie, it was strange to feel another woman's breasts rubbing against her own. But the sensation sent shivers down her spine - this wasn't her husband, and wasn't even a man. What she was doing was so unlike anything she had ever done before.

Their pussies touched, Erica still standing and Jamie on the lunch table. Pubic hair against pubic hair, and wetness deep inside them both. Erica's fingers latched on to one of Jamie's nipples, and Jamie – unsure of where to put her hands – leaned forward to pull Erica's buttocks into her, bringing the dark-haired girl even closer. Their tongues intertwined, Erica's probing deep into Jamie's mouth.

Jamie had her back to Colin, but every now and then, she caught Erica with her eyes wide open, looking past Jamie. Erica was very aware that they were being watched, and it was clear that she intended to keep their audience engaged.

It wasn't long until the blonde was on her back, looking upside down and backwards at her husband's face. He wasn't as transfixed upon the scene unfolding in front of him as Jamie might have hoped, glancing backwards over his shoulder every now and then out of nervousness. But he was clearly turned on, watching Erica spread his wife's legs and waiting for his turn with one girl or both.

Just as Jamie's supermarket fantasy girl had laid her across the dairy refrigerator's table, Erica had done the same thing on the lunch table. The difference, though, was that Erica pulled a chair up between Jamie's thighs, and had seated herself there. In front of the scientist, Jamie's wet pussy was spread wide, begging Erica to lean in and lick it. And Erica was more than willing to comply.

Without a word, Erica's lips were upon Jamie's, her tongue pushing past the girl's folds and into her pussy. With her left hand, Erica spread the blonde's labia apart, revealing the girl's clitoris. She teased it with her lips, but continued to return to the depth of the blonde's cunt with her tongue, delving further and deeper than Jamie had thought possible. Erica lapped at the front of her insides, causing her to quiver with ecstasy.

And then, just when Jamie thought she couldn't take any more teasing, Erica finally took her clit in her mouth. The dark-haired girl was still seated in her chair, leaning forward into the blonde's pussy, one hand holding back the folds so that she could better assail the pearl before her. Her tongue traced circles around the clit, flicking it back and forth, while her lips continued to kiss and massage it on the outside.

Though the sensations radiating out from Jamie's twat were absolutely rapturous, she dreamt of the speed and power the supermarket girl had attacked her with in her fantasy. "Faster," she ordered Erica. "Please, faster."

Erica breathed heavily, as if she were going to say something. Her speed increased, but she wavered again a few seconds later, again as if she were on the verge of asking Jamie something.

"Erica?" Jamie asked, glancing down at the girl's eyes.

The scientist broke off her cunnilingus for a few short seconds. She had another favor to ask, one that was obviously difficult to request. She was embarrassed, but obviously turned on by even the thought of what was on the tip of her tongue. Jamie would have granted the girl just about anything she had asked, if only to return the scientist to her clit.

"What?" she asked, sounding desperate.

"Call me a whore," Erica spat, visibly red-faced at her appeal, but also visibly stimulated at the sound of the word. She writhed in her chair, her own pussy kneading against the edge of the lunch table's chair. Obviously, Erica got off on talking dirty.

It was a simple enough request, though it made Jamie as uncomfortable meeting it as it had Erica asking it. But Jamie wanted nothing more than for Erica to continue mouth-fucking her, and she knew that it just might – if it was even possible – excite Colin that much more.

"You're a whore," Jamie panted. "Now, please, please, please, lick my pussy."

Erica didn't immediately do as she was told. Instead, she grabbed Jamie's hips and flipped the girl, forcing her onto all fours atop the table. Glancing at the scientist through her own open legs, Jamie watched as Erica turned around, and then leaned backwards under her body. Her short hair hanging downwards, Erica returned her attention to the vagina above her. Jamie sighed with satisfaction, her eyes shutting at the deep carnal bliss Erica was inspiring within her.

"Faster," she ordered, as her pelvis began to thrust downwards against Erica's face. "I want to cum hard," she announced to the room. "Make me cum, Erica." For good measure, she added awkwardly, "Make me cum, slut."

The name made Erica hot, and her tongue began to move at an even more frenetic pace. Though the scientist had claimed never to have eaten another woman out, Jamie couldn't help but disbelieve her – she was either lying, or she herself had learned from a good teacher. Jamie's entire body gyrated in rhythm with Erica's tongue, and it convulsed in joy as Erica's middle finger found the inside of her pussy. It wasn't quite as filling as her husband's dick inside of her, but the combination of the thrusts of the finger with the osculation of the tongue was sublime.

When Jamie opened her eyes, it was her husband's face that awaited her. Propping herself up on her left elbow, she reached and pulled his shirt towards her, until she was able to kiss him. She was sighing, moaning, and panting. She emitted two or three high-pitched yelps into Colin's mouth, and she was soon forced to break off the kiss for the pleasure in her lower body.

"Oh," Jamie sighed. "Oh, oh, oh..."

Colin ran his hands through her hair, pulling it back and combing it through his fingers.

Jamie, meanwhile, called out, "Oh, make me cum....oh, make me cum...oh, please, please...Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh....you're such a whore....such a whore..."

Erica had removed her middle finger from Jamie's pussy, and was now circling around and around the sensitive skin by Jamie's asshole. The blonde, despite any experimentation she had done with her husband or in her younger years, had never attempted anything so dirty, so risqué. But she didn't tell Erica to stop, even though she suspected what was coming next. This was why she had wanted a new partner, this was why she had wanted this threesome – to experience new things, to experiment outside her normal realm of comfort. She had let her body take over, Jamie told herself, and, at that moment, this was what her body wanted.

Jamie's whole body began spasming just before Erica entered her backside, and it continued to do so with increasing force as Erica's finger forced itself further. Jamie was cumming already, but it was a slow climax, with depth and power that her body hadn't experienced in sometime.

"Oh my god!" she panted. She squealed, a high-pitched whine the shocked her and Colin both, her vocals chords tightening with her pussy muscles. As the air passed from her lungs, and her cunt ground hard down on Erica's chin, Jamie sensed teardrops forming in the corner of her vision. Her eyesight blurred, her knees went weak, and her body temperature seemed to rise ten degrees almost instantaneously.

Erica extracted herself from beneath the blonde, allowing Jamie to roll sideways on the table. She had neither the strength nor state of mind to move any further; all she wanted to do was to bask in the afterglow of her divine orgasm.

Jamie's part in the piece had drawn to a close – at least for the present.

Erica stood, and padded barefoot around the table. On her way, Jamie heard the girl open the cooler next to her, and after some rustling, heard the lid shut. In Jamie's hand, the dark-haired girl placed a long, narrow object. Glancing at it, Jamie's suspicions were confirmed – it was a vibrator. Classic design, with a tiger print to it. Jamie had owned a similar toy years before, but the batteries had run down and she'd never bothered to replace them, adding it to the boxes of keepsakes in the attic.

For herself, Erica had retrieved a more disconcerting piece of plastic. Four inches long, with three bulbs increasing in size from the tip to the oval-ish base. Made from a soft, slightly pink-tinted, opaque jelly. An anal plug.

Jamie blinked uncomfortably at the sight of the toy. She certainly hoped it wasn't for her, as her first experience with anal play had taken place not more than three minutes earlier. But as she rolled from the table-top, her eyes were alight with curiosity, eager to watch Erica insert it into herself.

Colin, it appeared, shared in the sentiment.

Jamie took a seat on the far chair. The juices of Erica's pussy were smeared on the edge, where the dark-haired girl had rubbed herself while performing cunnilingus on Jamie. Jamie paid little attention to them, however, as her own pussy was still soaking wet and would soon be drenching the chair as well. She felt the weight of the vibrator in her hand, but hesitated before turning it on – she wanted to watch Erica approach her husband.

Erica had rounded the table, and now stood between Colin and the lunch table. The plug was left on the table as the girl approached Jamie's husband, straddling him as she had done to Jamie earlier, and as Jamie had to Colin even earlier. Her naked thighs rested upon his khakis, her uncovered pussy pressing against his still exposed dick. Colin had stroked it a few times while waiting for his wife to orgasm, but he was saving himself for this, for Erica.

The girl looked as if she was going to kiss Colin on the lips, as she had with Jamie. But, to Jamie's relief, she settled on the man's neck, and the underside of his chin. As she brushed against his skin with her lips, her pubic hair rubbed against the underside of his erection, and her nipples grazed against the cotton fabric of his shirt.

Erica didn't wait long to envelop Colin's dick with her pussy – just long enough to undress him. She pulled his shirt over his head, excitement continuing to build. She helped him wriggle out of his pants and underwear, licking the tip of his cock again briefly as she did so. He had already kicked off his shoes and socks while Erica and Jamie had been engaged, and without much fanfare, Colin was soon the most naked person in the room.

For Erica, it had to have been a welcome change, Jamie thought to herself.

If the same realization had occurred to Erica, though, the dark-haired girl didn't let it slow her down. After popping the dick out of her mouth one last time, Erica once against straddled Jamie's husband, sinking quickly as she slid fluidly onto his erection.

"Fuuuck," Erica exhaled. To Jamie, the girl sounded as if she were a drug addict, injecting herself with her narcotic of choice. This was what Erica has so desperately pleaded with her for, what Erica had wanted and needed. This was what would satisfy her in a way that she hadn't been able to do on her own.

"I'm such a whore," Erica grinned mischievously, rising and falling on Colin's member.

"You are," Colin agreed. "You've been fucking yourself in front of dozens of people. You've made everyone believe it's the deuterotone, but when it comes down to it, you're just a dirty exhibitionist slut."

There was an element of truth to Colin's words, an accusation in his sex talk. But it seemed only to further excite the dark-haired girl, who quivered with each dirty word.

"It turns you on," she huffed, "watching me fuck myself. Watching me stick my fingers in my pussy. Watching me play with my clit. Watching me dildo myself. Watching me cum at the lunch table while you pretend to ignore me."

Colin was going to reply, but Erica gasped in pleasure instead.

"Fuck!" She continued to bounce up and down, her augmented tits moving on their own. And she continued to taunt the technician, confessing, "I didn't touch myself in front of you for days. But when I did, it turned me on more than it had in front of anyone else. You're so uncomfortable. You're so fucking turned on. You're so....oh, oh....you're so....fuck....fuck!...FUCK!....you're so fucking hard!"

Erica continued to kiss Colin's bare skin, and Colin, in turn, took one of Erica's rock-hard nipples into his mouth. He nibbled, licked, and teased, sending the girl through the atmosphere.

"That's what you get off on, isn't it?" Colin asked, his words muffled by the bulk of Erica's breasts. "People watching you. People staring at your body. People watching you with your fingers in your twat, sweating and panting away."

Each accusation caused Erica to shriek, her high-pitched whine allowing Jamie to ascertain that Erica was getting off on Colin's words as much as she was his dick. He continued to deride her, and Erica's sexual pleasure seemed to increase proportionately.

Jamie watched from her side of the table, mesmerized. Most of her husband was obscured from view by the scientist thrashing around wildly in his lap. Still, she was transfixed by the entire scene, a voyeur uninvolved directly in the congress before her. She was still coming down from her own orgasm, but she watched intently, hoping to witness Erica's.

"On my back. On the table," Erica panted. "Fuck me on the table."

It didn't take much. Erica was light, and Colin strong, and the pair was soon half-on/half-off the table where Erica ate each meal. She was flat on her back, with her legs spread wide around Colin's bare arms. Her left hand found the anal plug, and played with it longingly. Meanwhile, her right found the base of the technician's shaft, her fingers wrapped tightly around it and her palm kneading her own clit forcefully.

Colin looked Jamie in the eyes as he thrust deep and hard into the girl on the table. The intensity of the stare gripped Jamie to her very core, and she nearly orgasmed again - without even touched her own pussy.

Jamie watched pornography from time to time, and she always got off on watching others having sex. Most often, she imagined herself as the woman in the film, engaged in various positions with various partners of various genders. This, however, was something completely different. It was voyeuristic. It was dirty. It was naughty. It was arousing.

She didn't want to be Erica at that moment, repetitively yelping, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" as Colin plunged deeper inside of her. She didn't want to be Colin, screwing the girl like he was, no matter how her heterosexual inclinations had been challenged that night. No, Jamie preferred where she was, watching the man she loved fuck another woman.

It was too much for Jamie to watch without touching herself. She flipped the vibrator on, caught a knowing smile from her husband, and allowed her arm to descend to her own lap. The quiet hum of the vibrator soon joined the chorus of Erica's hallelujah chorus a few feet away.

Erica's yips had come closer together, and were even more high-pitched than they had been before. She had lost the ability to form even the dirtiest of words in her mouth, forced to grunt syllables – or even just vowels – as her body began to quake on the table. Her tits seemed to bounce independently, inertia preventing them from keeping up with the back-and-forth motion of the rest of her being. Her short black hair was everywhere – matted against the table, matted against her forehead, shading one of her eyes. Her fingers had abandoned Colin's member, and were working furiously on the top of her pussy, rubbing her clit with desperation.

"Cumming!" Erica squealed, her first full word in minutes. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Sure enough, the quick and rhythmic motion of the girl's body slowed, her face warped with sexual rapture. She tried to scream again, but instead was only able to emit a deep guttural.

From Colin's face, it was obvious that he was about to explode, as well. In everything, she had forgotten to communicate her rule about cumming inside of Erica, and she panicked for a second, thinking that it was imminent and unpreventable. For a moment, there was an impulse at the back of her mind, urging Colin on, urging Colin to shoot inside the girl. It was the final sin, and a transcendent turn-on.

Her husband was unaware of Jamie's wishes, but Erica was. Though the dark-haired girl was still euphoric in the ebb of her orgasm, she maintained presence of mind enough to clutch Colin by the base of his dick, preventing him from ejaculating. As it turned out, this had less to do with Jamie's wishes or even Erica's own desire to keep the technician's jizz from the inside of her cunt. She simply wanted to prolong their session.

"Not yet," Erica warned. "I'm not done."

Colin looked dismayed at the denial, but only for a moment. He smiled wickedly, before observing, "You really are a slut."

The girl returned the grin. She was still breathing heavily, but the reports of her carnal joy had died away, and the only sounds in the room were soon just the steady buzz of the vibrator and Jamie's gasps. Intercourse between Erica and Colin may have drawn to a temporary lull, but the blonde was still engaged with her tiger-print toy.