Teaching Nicole

Nicole had three fingers buried inside herself, stretching wide around the bulk of her own hand. Suzie stepped in without knocking and stopped dead at the sight. She crossed the room, shed her robe, and climbed onto the bed behind Nicole’s raised hips. “Need a hand?” she murmured, lips brushing the small of Nicole’s back. Nicole nodded, breath catching. Suzie folded her thumb under and slid the rest of Nicole’s hand deeper until knuckles kissed the tight ring of muscle. Nicole groaned, thighs quivering. Suzie slicked more oil over Nicole’s wrist and then moved her own palm forward, easing past the first shared resistance. The two hands turned slowly inside together, knuckles rubbing in a thick, rolling knot. Nicole’s breath hitched at each new depth. Then Suzie curled her own fingers into a smaller fist, tracing slow spirals around Nicole’s already crowded walls. The pressure sharpened. Nicole arched, hips rolling against the twin invasion. Suzie kept the motion steady, in and out, then eased back so Nicole’s hand moved alone again—until she drew it nearly free and thrust both deeper in one smooth glide. Nicole’s legs trembled; a guttural sound ripped from her throat. Suzie bent close, murmuring how well she opened and how much farther she could take them, until Nicole’s body clamped tight around their united fists and pulsed in hard, liquid shivers.