It wasn't long before Amey's wandering fingertips discovered that Mark's hand was no longer covering Donna's pussy and she moved closer, reaching down tentatively, exploring Donna's mound, almost tiptoeing over the edge and onto her labia. Then the fingers began to play, stroking gently at her pussy lips, wandering back along the line of her thighs to her hips, going forward once more, teasing, stroking, and playing. Again the contrast between Mark and Amey was driving Donna to distraction.
Donna was well on the way to orgasm, but somehow she knew that she wouldn't get there until Amey finally reached her pussy properly. She instinctively knew that the trigger for this orgasm was going to be Amey's fingers on her clitoris. She had reached a high plateau of arousal, already emitting the little 'ooohs' that were her trademark as Mark's fingers moved in and out of her, and there she would remain, waiting, it seemed, for her friend to give her release.
Then finally Amey moved more purposefully onto Donna's pussy, her small hand sliding beneath Mark's, becoming cupped within his own larger palm as her fingertips parted Donna's labia, seeking her clit. The clit was not hard to find, it was hard and erect, the little female sentry guarding the entrance, and Amey's fingertips soon found it and began to play with it. With Mark's hand there also, Amey didn't have the freedom of movement to play with Donna as she would have liked to have done, but as a woman herself she knew exactly what Donna would like and very soon the small movements and pressures of her fingertips were having the desired effect and Donna began that final rush to orgasm.
Her climax was short and fierce, erupting in her pelvis and surging through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure, her hips lifting from the bed and pressing hard against the hands that were moulded around her pussy. She cried out, the long series of pleasure noises running together now into one long guttural sound deep in her throat, pulling her two lovers harder onto her breasts at the same time. For several long seconds she remained like that, her back arched from the bed, her mouth open, eyes squeezed closed, her hips twitching in aftershocks of orgasm. Then she slumped back, her taut muscles suddenly relaxing as her climax passed, her pelvis dropping back onto the bed and the air rushing from her lungs in a single long gasp.
"Fuck, I enjoyed that!" She was smiling her pleasure and gratitude, her face red and shiny from effort and her breath now coming in little gasping pants. "No, don't stop yet, I can cum again!" Donna's voice sounded almost panicky as Amey made to withdraw her fingers from her clit.
Amey looked up into her friend's face and smiled mischievously, returning her fingers to Donna's pussy, but not to her clitoris. This time she pressed the back of her hand against Mark's palm so that he automatically withdrew slightly to give her room, and wriggled two fingers into Donna's entrance next to those of her partner. A little sideways glance to gauge Mark's reaction and she pushed, both slim fingers sliding into Donna alongside Mark's much larger digits.
"Oh Christ, I've got two people fingering me together! I never expected that." Donna's voice was ecstatic. "For God's sake don't stop. It's fucking wonderful and I like my hole being stretched!" It took Mark and Amey a few moments to accommodate each other inside Donna, but soon they settled into a mutual rhythm with Mark making long in and out movements, pushing his fingers deep into Donna before pulling right back, and Amey keeping her hand almost still but hooking her fingertips and massaging her friends G-spot. Donna's pussy was open with arousal and slippery with her juices, but even so, four fingers were a tight fit and she was stretched to take them, but that just made the sensations so much more intense, as did the mental stimulation of knowing she was taking two people at once, and she was very soon heading for another climax.
Donna's second climax was much higher on the sexual Richter scale, her body danced on the bed, her hips twitching and jerking, thrusting herself back at the fingers working inside her. Her cry this time reduced nearly to a simple incoherent wail of ecstasy that rose and fell as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. It seemed to her two partners that all her muscles went into spasm, her pussy clenched around their fingers, her back arched and her face contorted, while her toes curled into hooks. It was the most intense orgasm of her life up to that point.
Donna lay on the bed afterwards with her heart thumping, her chest heaving and her breath coming in short gasps. Mark had withdrawn his fingers, but when Amey began to do the same Donna grabbed her wrist to prevent it.
"Just stay there for a minute please, Amey. I want to feel what it's like with you up me!"
Amey looked surprised, as did Mark, but she complied with Donna's request, sliding her fingers back deep inside Donna's slippery tunnel.
"That feels good. I needed to find out what it would feel like with just you. But now you'd better let Mark fuck you or I'll never hear the last of it." Donna had apparently suddenly changed her mind and a confused Mark watched Amey remove her hand.
The two girls now changed places so that Amey now lay on her back between Donna and Mark. She looked at Mark silently for a number of minutes, indecision clear on her face.
Mark was not going to force the issue, much as he wanted to take this little waif, but Donna, as always, left tact and diplomacy to others.
"It's no use looking and wanting Amey, 'cos Mark won't fuck you until you tell him that's what you want."
"I do, I just can't say it."
"Can't say what?" Asked Donna.
"That I want Mark to fuck me!"
"Yes you can, you just did!" Donna turned to Mark. "There you are Mark, she's just told you, so now you can, and I want to watch!" She grinned in triumph, while Amey blushed.
Mark looked down at Amey, the question unspoken on his face. Her reply was a barely perceptible nod, but it was enough. A nervous smile flittered briefly across her face and then she threaded her hand under Mark's body to wrap an arm around him and pull him close.
Amey's mouth was as soft to his lips as her breast was firm to his hand. She felt fantastic, her body lithe and toned, slim yet not bony. Her breasts were small, barely a handful, but amazingly firm with long cylindrical nipples like the erasers on the end of pencils. As he explored her body Mark was struck by just how smooth and firm her skin was, very unlike Donna's softer flesh, even though the two were almost the same age.
Once Amey had made up her mind there was no false modesty, no holding back or hesitations. She held Mark close, her hands stroking and caressing his back, her mouth opening to allow her tongue to dance and fence with his own, exploring his mouth as far as she could reach and, as he placed his hand over her breast, manipulating and rolling the extended nipple between his fingers, she pushed back gently and moaned softly, letting him know of her approval. He responded by squeezing her breast and nipple more firmly for a little while, then letting his hand run down her body skating lightly over the flat of her stomach, in and out of the dimpled navel, until at last he reached the edge of her pubic mound.
There he stopped, massaging the flesh just above her slit. Amey moaned again and opened her legs wider to grant him admittance, allowing him to reach further down and play with the lips of her pussy. Donna moved her position on the bed so that she could see what her partner was doing to her friend.
Mark's fingers began to investigate Amey's pussy, parting her lips and delving between to find first her clitoris and then, a little further down, the entrance to her vagina. His fingers now roamed between the two, spreading her natural lubrication, making her whole slit wet and slippery. Each time he reached her clit he would play with it for a few moments, rubbing it, flicking its head with his forefinger, or stroking its short length. Amey obviously loved this attention, she wriggled sensuously under his hand, parting her legs as far as they would go and holding the back to give him even more unfettered access. She was making little grunting sounds in her throat and her eyes were closed in pleasure.
Now, as well as playing with her clit at the top of his travels, when Mark's fingers passed down Amey's slit to her vagina he would insert one, or even two, fingers a couple of inches into her and then withdraw them, teasing Amey unmercifully. Amey responded by jerking her hips, trying to fully engulf his fingers.
Eventually Mark relented and, having pushed two fingers as deep as possible into Amey's very wet tunnel, he started to finger fuck her, steadily pistoning his fingers in and out of her depths.
