Rachel & Janie's Massage, Part 3

by PenelopePinn

After our first taste of pussy, Jasmine returns us to the purple love seat so that we can, as she says, cool down. Rach and I are leaning back, shoulder-to-shoulder, exhilarated, bewildered, and anything but cool.

Jasmine moves behind us and rubs our shoulders and caresses our faces, saying, "Now we'll continue the massage and as we do, you'll better appreciate some of the finer nuances. You already know what a well placed tongue can do, but there is more. I'll try not to bother you too much, tempting as it may be, so that you can concentrate. I want you to think about what I'll do to you when it is your turn to be massaged."

So we are left to our own devices, watching Jasmine continue her attentions on Miss M. I am thinking of my threat to not let Rach come because of getting me into this...this situation. Rach has other things on her mind. Her hand on my leg is moving to my hem and then slipping under my skirt. Tentatively, it rests on my leg. I can feel the tension of those deft fingers readying to spring to my pussy. I rest my hand on top of Rach's and squeeze it through the cotton. In her ear, I whisper, "I'm the only one whose hand will touch pussy and the only pussy I touch will be yours."

Rach looks at me with longing and sighs, removing her hand and resting it in mine on top of my skirt. She kisses my cheek. I move her right hand to mine. My left hand slips down the front of her skirt. I watch her eyes widen, as I rest my fingertips on top of her mound. Jasmine told us not to talk, but I can't help but lean into Rach's ear again, first with a tongue and then with a taunt, "I hope you are ready to squirm, Rach, because I'm still going to drive you crazy." (Even though I'm only teasing her to get even for putting me in this predicament, I'm still really--wow--actually touching the silky wetness of her panties--touching someone else's pussy all on my own!)

Jasmine says, "Girls!" and we turn to watch her lightly touch Miss M. Her fingers glide along as before, dipping into warm oil and onto warmer flesh. Dip and swirl, dip and swirl, hypnotically, kneading and stroking. As she does this, she starts to hum almost below the threshold of hearing. The glide of her hands synchs with that cunning hum until it seems as though time somehow stops amid all the motion and the slippery sound of oil on flesh. Miss M starts to hum in tune with Jasmine. Before we know it, Jasmine's hum has captured us, too. I hear the faint sound emanating from Rach who is now resting her head on my shoulder. I feel it begin at my lips and then reverberate down my spine, hover at my tailbone, and flow into the space between my anus and vagina (to a chakra, I think, how tricky of you Jasmine).

Jasmine smiles, "That got your attention, didn't it, girls. My hum along with Miss M's created a harmonic. Just as yours did, Rach, with Janie. Maybe you've heard the term 'waves of pleasure.' Now you know what it means first hand."

I'm thinking there is more magic to it than Jasmine lets on, but what do I know all I can do is feel that swell, those vibrations working on my nether region. I start to tap Rach's pussy, slowly but somehow in tune with the hum. Rach raises her head and her eyes plea with mine. I continue my gentle tapping. My finger tips get wetter and dip deeper. Rach's eyes burn. I kiss her nose and wet the edge of her nostril with the tip of my tongue. She moans. I mouth wordlessly, 'Don't you dare come!' and press my fingertips hard stretching her silk panty deep into her pussy. She whimpers.

Jasmine swings around the table again, pausing her glistening ass in front of us, like she did before. She wiggles tempting us. Her butt swells to meet us. I node to Rachel and glance at Jasmine's ass. She shakes her head. I node again, giggling my fingers this time, and then take my hand out of her skirt and place my wet fingers to her lips. She licks them. My right hand steadies Jasmine. She continues to hum. I nudge Rach forward, whispering "go on, you know you want it!"

Clear white skin, blushed in rose, frizzy red hair, and wet lips bury themselves into the valley of Jasmine's glorious blue black ass. I reach down the front of Rach's skirt and cup her pussy while I press her head forward. She doesn't resist, she can't resist. She pauses after an endless while and lifts her head. I see the dark crater of Jasmine's wet pink rosebud. Rach's expression seeks approval for her efforts. I lean forward and kiss Rach, my tongue eager between her lips. Rach moans and then invites me with her eyes to taste Jasmine. To share in her pleasure. I bury my face into those dark cheeks and push my tongue into her ass and feel Jasmine press back into me to get as much of me into her as she can.

Miss M continues to hum while Jasmine wiggles her hips as Rach and I take turns pleasuring her. I think I feel a shudder, but I am lost in that valley of wonderful darkness.

Finally, Jasmine turns and looks at us with a big wide smile, "Had your fill, sweethearts?" We sheepishly nod our heads. My jaw aches and my lips are numb. Rachel's lips are so puffy I pat them with my fingers to see if she is all right.

Jasmine leans down to hug us, "It may not be obvious what with all Miss M's humming and my wiggling, but you all--the dynamic duo--did the trick and made me come--many times. Your eagerness should be rewarded. If you keep this up, I might teach you the fine art of massage! Think I should train these reckless virgins, Miss M?"

Miss M says she's not sure--she only has second hand knowledge of just how reckless we are. Jasmine smiles and pats Miss M on her ass. Then she helps her sit up on the massage table. Jasmine wonders how Miss M can help her decide without a preview.

We watch wide-eyed, no blinking, as Miss M is led to our love seat: beautiful woman presented by black goddess! She is much taller standing up. Her legs are long and slim and smooth. Her pussy is so close now we can see the highlights of individual blond fluffy hairs, radiant from her pudenda which looks inviting and pure like the pout of an innocent girl. I want to touch its gentle curve but my reverie is interrupted when Jasmine asks Miss M to pick, front or back? Miss M says it is Rach's turn so Jasmine guides Rach to the place of honor, and helps her knell in front of Miss M.

Enviously, I watch as Rach's nose is now but an inch from those glistening blond hairs. She is almost like a bird dog, still and intent on the prize so close before her. (Rach was irritated when she read this--a bird dog! You compared me to a beagle? You know what I meant, a cute wet-nosed puppy. You have to admit your nose did get really wet...)

Then Jasmine takes my hand and places me on my knees facing the white mounds of Miss M's ass. We are now the front and the back, woman sandwiched between girls. Rach reaches between Miss M's parted legs and nervously takes my hand. I squeeze it. We hold on tight. Jasmine is now on her knees at Miss M's side. She reaches out her long arms and rests them on the backs of our heads. I feel slim strong fingers gently cupping my hair, kneading my skull, as she begins her seductive humming and nudges us forward until we can no longer hesitate, can no longer prolong our hearts desire, and quickly bury hungry mouths into Miss M.

I feel Rachel's lapping tongue from the movements of Miss M's ass as it presses against my cheeks. Rach must feel my licking too. We wrap our arms around Miss M and fondle each other, smothering ourselves in the scent of Miss M. Jasmine steadies Miss M while she spreads her legs. Rach's wet chin touches mine as we lap at Miss M every which way. Our tongues are slick with her juicy flesh. The taste of Miss M and Jasmine is like coke and pepsi, almost the same except different. Jasmine has the secret recipe, Miss M the extra sweetness. We go on and on, rivers of silky wetness. Miss M's trembles. The hum becomes a moan, the moan becomes a wail; I can feel the shivers of pleasure down her body, and then finally violent shudders as she calls out, Yesss!

"Guess she knows first hand now," smirks Jasmine as she steadies Miss M. I duck my head between Miss M's legs and kiss Rach eagerly on her wet fragrant lips.

"I forgive you, I want you, oh, how I want you!"

I look forward to the time when Rach and I are lovers and can compare notes about this...this adventure. I'm not going to be shy about trying on her bras anymore.