"Nat, help me here," Lucia says.
Natasha regretfully peels Jacquie's fingers away from her sticky pussy. She gives them a quick suck before pressing them firmly onto Jacquie's thighs.
"I need you to ask for permission, okay?" Lucia says.
Natasha knew that Lucia would be the sort to play these games. Natasha doesn't care for them. She just wants to fuck Jacquie, she doesn't care if she comes after two minutes or after twenty minutes, Natasha will fuck her just the same.
Jacquie nods vigorously and whines, and Lucia moves back into her. Natasha's pinching her nipples in counterpoint to Lucia's thrusts and it isn't long before she's tossing her head from side to side again.
"Please, Lucia - Natasha, please," Jacquie stammers.
"No," Lucia says merrily, "Not yet!"
Lucia slows her thrusts to a leisurely pace. She smiles peacefully at Natasha and Natasha rolls her eyes back at her. Sometimes, Natasha thinks, she doesn't know why she and Lucia are friends.
Jacquie groans deeply and clenches her fists. Lucia gathers all of Jacquie's hair into one smooth handful, and strokes her hands down the vibrant length of it.
Lucia softens her tone. She uses the voice Natasha has heard her use only a handful of times, with the very sweetest of the dogs that come into the centre, "That's right. Good, good. You don't need to come for me to use you."
That seems to knock the last of the fight out of Jacquie, and she sags down into the mattress. Lucia gradually starts pushing faster and harder, working Jacquie up again.
"Please, Lucia."
"No, Jacquie."
Natasha can't take this anymore, and she brings her hand down to rub feather light circles around her own clit. She doesn't think that Jacquie can take much more either. She's panting with her mouth open, eyes rolling back in her head.
"Please?" Jacquie tries one more time. Her voice is thin and plaintive.
"Yes, you can come now," says Lucia with a smirk. Jacquie's hand immediately flies down to her clit and starts working it. It doesn't take long before she's coming, mouth open and eyes closed.
Lucia waits a few moments before stepping back. She loosens the harness before stepping out of it, picking up one of the straps and offering it to Natasha on the end of a finger. Natasha shakes her head. She wants to use her fingers, wants to feel the inside of Jacquie's pussy for herself.
Tonight, she just moves into the space where Lucia was standing. Bending over to fuck Jacquie like this is going to kill her back so she urges Jacquie off her knees and onto her back, knees bent at the edge of the mattress. Natasha then kneels between them, resting her forearms on the bed.
Fucking Jacquie is easy, she's wet and soft and takes in three of Natasha's fingers without any fuss at all, just a hitch in her breathing. Natasha thrusts shallowly, finds an undemanding rhythm where her third knuckles barely even bump against Jacquie's pussy.
Jacquie starts to move her hips up to meet Natasha's, and Natasha adds her pinky finger. She wedges her fingers together and keeps her gentle rhythm. This time, when Jacquie takes her in to third knuckle, she keeps her knuckles at her entrance for a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting in again. Each time, Jacquie breaths out a, "Yes." It's an addictive feeling, and Natasha can feel the buzz of it thrumming through her arms.
Natasha could probably work her fist inside Jacquie now. Jacquie's lifting her hips to meet Natasha, but Jacquie is already swollen and might not thank Natasha for it tomorrow. Then again, she might. She watches Jacquie's face closely. Her jaw drops a little further and she moves her hips towards Natasha.
Lucia stands behind Natasha, watching closely.
"You can't fit your hand in, can you?" whispers Lucia into Natasha's ear.
"Well," Natasha shrugs, "We can give it a go."
Natasha could easily let herself be overwhelmed with arousal, but she wants to get Jacquie off first. She knows that once she's got her knuckles through the tight band of muscle at Jacquie's entrance, the rest of her hand will fit quite easily. Every time the fat edge of the wedge of Natasha's fingers comes to rest at Jacquie's entrance, she groans and tilts her hips up. It seems arbitrary for Natasha to stop now.
"Won't it hurt?" Lucia whispers too quietly for Jacquie to hear above her own moaning. If Lucia thought Jacquie could hear, she'd probably say something lewd about 'stretching her out,' but instead Lucia's eyes flicker nervously between Jacquie's pussy and Natasha's face. Lucia's dark eyes are open wide, pupils blown. Natasha knows Lucia's only frame of reference for fisting is porn; the sort of porn that teenagers watch in groups to laugh at. Natasha vaguely remembers one of Lucia's art-kabal using a slow-mo fisting clip in a show as a metaphor for something unpleasant, like river pollution. It's not surprising Lucia thinks of it as grotesque or extreme. Natasha looks forward to showing her something different, more sensual.
Natasha slowly rocks her knuckles in, and curls her hand up and in. Despite Lucia's rough fucking, and Natasha's slow preparation, Jacquie is uncomfortably tight around Natasha's hand.
"Oh, my god," says Jacquie, "No one has actually managed to do this with me before. That's sick." She tries to prop herself up on her elbows to look, but then Natasha gently rocks her fist and Jacquie starts rippling around her, moaning in surprise
