Lust Triangles: Chaperone's Ulterior Motives

Lauren Phillips eased herself between the two girls on the couch, legs spread wide to claim the middle cushion. Maya Woulfe fidgeted on her left, Lily Larimar on her right, both of them stiff with that electric first-date tension that crackled between their bodies. The jigsaw puzzle sprawled across Lauren's coffee table, a perfect distraction, or so she made it seem. She draped a heavy blanket over their laps. A moment later her hands vanished beneath it. Her right fingers pushed aside Maya's damp panties first, sliding two knuckles deep, slow and deliberate. On the left she mirrored the move on Lily, twisting her wrist until both teens were rocking into her palms. No words. Just the muffled wet sound and the soft hitch of two young breaths. Maya bit the inside of her cheek; Lily's knuckles went white on the edge of the table. They tried to stay focused on the puzzle, but their hips twitched every time Lauren curled her fingers. When Lily finally gave a tiny involuntary moan, the jig was up. Their eyes met over the blanket, both of them flushed, guilty, and trembling for more. "Please," Maya whispered. "Teach us." Lauren didn't hesitate. She stripped fast, pushed Lily onto her back, and straddled her face while guiding Maya between her thighs. Two eager tongues met her cunt at once, licking and sucking, slick chins brushing as they tried to outdo each other. Her juices ran down Lily's chin, and Maya moaned into the mess, the sound vibrating straight through Lauren's clit. Lauren rocked her hips, riding their mouths, one hand in each girl's hair. When her orgasm hit she clamped her thighs around both of them, letting them lap up every pulse until she finally shuddered and eased off. Side by side, Maya and Lily kept fingering each other beneath the blanket, still slick from Lauren's earlier attention. Lauren watched, stroking their backs, satisfied at having turned their innocent date night into exactly the kind of sin they had come looking for.