Remote Possibilities 5 (Patreon)

The camera moved in close to show exactly how passionately Emma and Jennifer were kissing each other, displaying their tongues going from one mouth to the other until each woman’s saliva was on the other’s lips. Clothed, Emma looked like a fairy tale princess. Naked, kissing another woman, she could’ve been the most sexual woman alive.

Kory watched with burgeoning interest. It was obvious the ladies were really enjoying themselves. When they kissed, when they caressed each other, they didn’t even seem to notice the camera, only their own bodies and their own delight. The signs were everywhere: their sighs, their slitted eyes, their curling fingers, their hardening nipples, the way their bodies pulled to each other like they couldn’t bear to stop touching.

Kory felt a wetness feathering between her legs and enjoyed it. She squeezed her thighs together, pressuring the sensitive swell of her pussy, and her little lustful joy mounted. It was so delightful to please herself while attending to Dick at the same time.

She wondered, though—if this was lesbian erotica, how would she synchronize between it and Dick’s explosion? Kory so wanted the two sensual experiences to dovetail, not clash with each other.

Then the angle changed. The camera was far back now, showing Emma and Jennifer as two doll-like figures in the center of the screen, kissing, touching, removing each other’s clothes. And on the left side of the tableau was a young man, tall and well-built, watching the action and as pleased with it as Kory was.

She smiled around Dick’s manhood. There would be no problem. Somehow she knew that this man would last a long time, even with two such appealing women beseeching him for his seed.

The camera closed in on the lovers again. Emma was on her back, legs open, Jennifer kissing her stomach just above her womanhood. She could’ve gone lower, but she didn’t. Instead she rubbed at Emma’s cleft, the camera moving close to show how Emma’s folds swelled, almost glowing, under Jennifer’s combined ministrations.

Fingers spread Emma open, revealing the glossy pink within, and Kory watched, thinking that this was womanhood. Even as she suckled Dick’s erection, she knew that there on screen was the thing it was meant for, its completion. As much fun as it was to mouth his cock, how amazing would it be to be bred by it?

And yet she could still take so much joy from something like what Emma and Jennifer were doing, even with no male member at all. It was all so good. But the height of pleasure had to be having both man and woman at her disposal.

Kory could only envy those two women. They got to share a man and each other. How sensual it would be to share Dick? Kory thought she might come to glowing green boil, just thinking about all the women who could join in on what she and Dick were doing.

The camera kept closing in on Emma’s splayed cunt, as if it could thrust up inside her, but Kory doubted it would fit. It still magnificently captured Jennifer’s finger easing into those snug folds; Kory knew they were meant for a prick, but there seemed to be no room for anything but Jen’s dainty finger.

Jennifer stroked it in and out—Emma’s lean belly rippled in soft waves, her thighs trembling with the same reverberation, as Emma enjoyed herself the way any woman would. It was even better than masturbation, Kory thought. There, you knew exactly what was going to happen. But there was always a delightful uncertainty to being fingered. Just like Dick didn’t know whether Kory would swallow him or leave all of his length unattended to focus some loving kisses on his tip.

It was one of Kory’s favorite things about sex, almost as good as the sensation—finding out just how her lover would satisfy her. Although she was fairly confident that the way Dick satisfied her now would be hot and silky and challenge her gag reflex before filling her stomach.

Now both women were completely naked. They formed a sixty-nine, Emma on the bottom, Jennifer on top to use her finger as well as her mouth on the younger woman. Kory watched and sucked, as if she could join in on their passion by expressing the same amount of desire for her beloved Dick.

She trailed her tongue across Dick’s sensitive glanshole and the delicious precum it was leaking, green eyes bright as Jennifer’s tongue did the same to Emma’s clit. Sometimes she licked lower, the same way Kory’s mouth kissed down Dick’s shaft, only Jennifer eased her long, pointed tongue into Emma’s slot alongside her finger.

As tight a fit as it was, Emma’s face lit up to be on the receiving end of so much attention. Jennifer might’ve had the body of a woman in her twenties, but she had more experience than she knew what to do with. Or rather, than Emma knew what to do with.

The camera cut and now the screen showed Emma eagerly kissing Jennifer’s pussy. It was far more than her returning the favor; she had to genuinely enjoy having that sweet cunt all to herself. And she didn’t look very innocent now, or inexperienced.

Kory doubted Jennifer had any complaints about how Emma ate her out. Especially when Emma craned her neck to sweep her tongue over to Jennifer’s anus, the tiny pink pucker among those decadently rolling hillocks.

But even that debauched behavior didn’t satisfy Emma. Her hands were on Jennifer’s hips, busily kneading the firm buttocks and the sweep of her flanks, spreading and squeezing them together enough to make Kory envious. All the redhead could do was clenching her thighs together to enjoy her own touch.

What she wouldn’t give to have Emma or Jennifer there, making a daisy chain out of the blowjob she was giving Dick. Or both of them: one to go between her legs and the other to straddle Dick’s handsome face.

Kory had no wish to monopolize such a ferociously skilled lover. It turned her on to imagine all the ways that she and a seraglio of other willing women could delight in Dick’s lovely, talented body. Not to mention each other’s…

She liked this movie. The cinematography was quite excellent, while all the photography had to do was light Emma and Jennifer properly to show them as the superlative beauties that they were. The skin glowed in the warm light, a fact that didn’t seem to be lost on them. They pawed and tongued each other exactly as much as Kory would’ve, if such a gorgeous sight were within arm’s reach of her.

But she had Dick within reach, and he was more than enough, in so many ways. She cupped his balls, while her other hand dropped between her legs and found her sex even more twitchy and tender and needy than it had felt before she touched it.

Kory tested her throat with Dick’s fat cock while she thrust a finger inside herself, feeling the convulsive shudders that went through her folds when she had Dick so deep in her mouth. There was something so… moving about being in the midst of her own animalistic sexuality with Dick, while seeing how beautiful the same eroticism was in the abstract.

Yes, it was so delectable, even without how good it felt… something about the rhythm of the movements the two women made, trying to sate their lusts, about the interlocking curves of the two luscious bodies. It was softness needing to be hard in order to pleasure softness. Kory found it irresistible.

I wonder what it would be like to watch a sex tape of Dick and I while I made love to someone else, Kory thought, her mouth still sheathing Dick’s erection.

Her finger was busy in her cunt and she couldn’t stop thinking about the hard cock in her mouth, how stiff it was, how harshly it throbbed, the taste that would inundate her senses when he finally came.

But however feverishly her mind circled her own autoerotic pleasure and how she serviced Dick, her eyes kept going to the screen and letting curiosity into her debauched world. How would it feel to slip her tongue into a woman’s pussy or to feel a feminine finger curling and stroking inside her own sex?

She’d done it before, but thinking of it while she played with Dick was just intoxicating. Kory delved into her snatch with her own rigid finger, her eyes drifting up in her skull. Everything was blurring—the sex, the screen—it was easy to let herself believe that it was Jennifer’s hand at her pussy, Jennifer’s finger inside her.

She tried to recall what it tasted like between a woman’s thighs, but it was hard to imagine anything but Dick’s huge, throbbing member when it was staked down her throat, getting closer and closer to exploding every time she sucked on it.

The movie cut to the man watching Emma and Jennifer; Kory saw that it was Kon.