"I think we should start off with her on her back, don't you? I know her usual style might be bent over the front of a car or upright in the nearest bus shelter, but we can do better than that."
"Neither of those two are my style either," I replied, "but a standing fuck can be fun."
"We may try other positions at a later date but let us start off with something simple. Do you want her to give oral to begin with?"
"That would be nice. I can check if she's improved from last night." As I spoke, I felt my dick twitch in anticipation.
"You heard Duncan," said Eliza, turning her attention to Sylvia who had silently listened to us discussing her. "Turn around and kneel in front of him." Sylvia started to turn and knelt at my feet. "Keep your hands behind your head. No one told you to move them," snapped Eliza as Sylvia had started to release her hands to steady herself.
She was unsteady and still feeling the effects of her bondage and her knees were still stiff. She nearly fell sideways but eventually she was settled and steady. She looked up and her mouth opened invitingly. I was pleased to see this change in her attitude. She had settled in such a way that the tip of my penis was only about an inch away and she started to lean forward and take me gently. But I was not in the mood for niceties.
Grabbing her head and taking half a step forward I pulled her roughly onto me. It took her by surprise, and she coughed and spluttered and tried to pull back. I held her firmly in place. I pulled out a little way to allow her a breath before pushing myself back in. There seemed to be less enthusiasm from her today and it took all my strength to keep her in place. I could feel the barrier of her throat, but it seemed to me that I wasn't as far in as yesterday and that annoyed me. I pulled her off and tilted her head back so that she was looking at me.
"You're not trying!" I told her forcefully, "Now, do better!"
I let go of her head with one hand and slapped her across the cheek. She cried out but the sound was cut off as I pushed my dick back into her mouth. To give her credit she did begin to try harder and I finally reached our previous goal. With a little persuasion I managed to push even further. She still had a little way to go but I sensed that this might take time and I was anxious to try her cunt. I pushed her away and she fell sideways into a heap on the floor. She was panting, trying to catch her breath. Dribbles of spit ran from one corner of her mouth.
"That was a bit better, but still not good enough. Get on the bed!"
Still struggling to breathe, she crawled to the bed and managed to climb on. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. She looked nervous but seemed to be on more familiar ground. She knew what was coming next and was no stranger to it.
"Spread them wide," I ordered her as I climbed up on the bed next to her feet.
"May I be of assistance?"
I'd almost forgotten about Eliza, concentrated as I had been on my more recent tussle with Sylvia's mouth. I looked across and smiled. She was already walking over and climbed up to take her place, a knee on either side of Sylvia's head. She grinned at me and then looked at the concerned expression on the girl's face. Eliza's nipples had finally given up the fight to be contained inside her leotard and both now stood proudly in the vee of her neckline that had been pushed to the sides. Now that I knew more about her, I felt this was not for my benefit but for herself and the girl now trapped beneath us. I couldn't help but enjoy the view though.
"Pass me her feet," she told me.
I understood immediately and picked up both of Sylvia's ankles, lifted them high in the air and passed them across. Sylvia was folded in half and her feet were held down to the bed either side of Eliza's knees. Her bum rolled upwards giving me clear aim on her cunt which was wet with expectation. It also showed the black rectangle of the base of her plug. I had almost forgotten about that and I grabbed it and pulled on it gently and rotated it in her hole. I think Sylvia thought I might be about to remove it and use her arse for my pleasure and looked relieved when I let go and stopped playing with it.
The truth is I could wait no longer, and my dick was anxious to get going. I took hold of it near the base and slowly dragged it back and forth along the length of her slit. She had leaked everywhere, and the tip was soon thickly coated with her juices. I took careful aim and started to ease myself in. I always enjoy that slow first entry. She was much tighter than I had expected although she had obviously been well used in the past. She was a long way from being a virgin. She hadn't wasted her twenty-two years.
She was wet enough to make my entry fairly easy despite her tightness, possibly the result of her plug, and I simply kept going, a fraction at a time but always going deeper. Finally, I was fully in and my balls slapped against the hard base of her plug.
I slid out slowly almost all the way before plunging back in, a little faster this time. I heard a grunt from Sylvia. It is always good to hear appreciation for one's efforts. I pulled back again and this time I drove into her, fucking her hard. I then started to piston back and forth.
"Oh, fuck!" came the small voice slightly muffled as her head lay trapped between Eliza's thighs.
"She's loving that," she commented, "mind if I join in?"
It was more a statement of intent than a question and, as I continued to fuck Sylvia's wet cunt, I watched as Eliza reached between her legs and tug at her leotard. The fastenings gave way, and her pussy came into view. She tucked the loose end of cloth out of the way and then spread her labia wide. Sylvia's eyes were open wide as this new sight filled her vision. She must have seen it before during their many late-night training sessions and she seemed to know what to expect. And what was expected of her. Still holding her lips apart, Eliza eased herself forward and carefully planted herself over Sylvia's mouth. The girl's face disappeared from view, but I could see her jaw obediently working away.
All this time I had kept up a steady rhythm that was echoed by the sound of the bed head hitting the wall. Satisfied with what was going on between her thighs Eliza now reached down and began to toy with Sylvia's clit. This seemed to be the last straw as she suddenly went stiff. She thrashed around moving one way then the other and Eliza and I had to cling on. Eliza had to stop playing with her and grab her ankle, mostly in self-preservation as it was waving about wildly, and she was in danger of being kicked.
As Sylvia calmed down, we both went back to what we had been doing. Her clit was once again toyed with, pinched and squeezed and massaged. I continued to fuck the cunt that was now pouring forth copious amounts of Sylvia's cum. I was far from ready for my own orgasm, so I just kept going. I varied my strokes both in depth and hardness. Sometimes I was gentle and then quickly changed to a deep, hard quick thrust. I could feel Sylvia start to stiffen again.
Eliza seemed to be of the same mind as me and was happy to reward the girl with a second orgasm. When it came it was less violent than the first, but her juices were just as plentiful. I could feel the damp patch slowly spreading on the sheet beneath us. Now I could feel the distant rumblings of my own orgasm deep inside me. I renewed my efforts and then suddenly burst, spilling my cum deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever and when I came back to reality, I could feel a weight on my shoulder. Eliza had nearly collapsed and was holding onto my shoulder for support. Her climax had coincided with mine. We were both breathing heavily.
Slowly she pushed herself upright and let go of me. She muttered an almost inaudible, "Wow." It was all she could manage. I wasn't in much better shape, breathless and seeing the world through a kind of haze. One thing I knew ... I was totally done. There would be no more action from me tonight. There have been nights in the past where I have managed to cum twice or even three times, but I knew this was not going to be one of those. I straightened up to ease my back. My lower legs were beginning to go numb and I knew I had to move soon. I let my limp dick fall out and rolled to the side. It felt so good to straighten my legs again. They tingled as the blood flowed back in.
Eliza had let go of Sylvia's ankles and, now unrestrained, they lifted in a graceful arc before crashing limply down onto the bed. Her cunt oozed with a mixture of my cum and her juice, spreading a puddle across the sheet where it was slowly absorbed. Eliza had pulled herself clear of Sylvia and now half-lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Her leotard was still open showing evidence of her orgasm.
All three of us stayed silent for a long time as we gradually recovered. It was Eliza who stirred first, propping herself up on one elbow and looking at me. She had a bemused, almost puzzled look on her face. She glanced at the face of Sylvia, who lay unmoving where she had curled into a foetal position. She leaned down and listened carefully.
"I think she's asleep," she said, "I think she deserves to be allowed her rest. Its been a tough few days for her, but I think she's finally getting the idea."
She pushed herself to her feet. She pulled the two sides of her leotard together and tucked her breasts away, but she left the front and back tails still dangling. At the foot of the bed was an ottoman, padded and covered in pink velour. She opened it and pulled out the set of bed clothes that had been missing. She gently covered over the sleeping girl while I got out of the way.
"I should cuff her in place, but I feel I can trust her to still be here in the morning."
I had moved off the bed while she had been arranging the duvet and I had managed to find my t-shirt and shorts. I stepped into my shorts and pulled them up, covering my limp dick. I looked out of the window. It was already dark, and I was amazed at how the time had flown. Eliza gave a last tender kiss on the top of the head still showing and went to the door. She gave me a grin as she left, and I followed behind her. She led me into the lounge where she poured us both a generous measure of brandy. I think we both needed and deserved it. I sat in the same chair as before and although it brought back memories my body was too tired to respond.
"An interesting day," she said wistfully.
"Very."
