Ladies Night
It's ladies night at the club, and Eliza finds herself enjoying the company of not one but two other women just as eager about the night's possibilities as her.
This story was written for Tygacat as their patreon flash fiction for November. It contains F/F sex between consenting adults. :3
Ladies Night
Eliza danced. The club's lights flared and flashed in a dazzling rainbow array over her and dozens of other women, illuminating bodies as they rubbed up against one another, embraced, kissed, and revelled in their freedom to love and be loved amongst people who understood. People who didn't just accept them for who they were, but were here to share in their unabashed revelry and adoration of all things femme.
She danced, but not alone. A serval approached the dalmatian out of the blinking lights and the swirling darkness between those vibrant bursts, and as their eyes met they slipped closer, closer still as they gyrated and moved to the thundering bass of the music all around them. Soon Eliza felt the other woman's lips upon hers, a piercing tickling and tantalising her own tongue as their arms encircled one another and their hips pressed purposefully, intimately together. She felt clawed fingers running over her ears and down her back, yipping happily as they grasped her buttocks and squeezed, her own hands rushing to slip beneath the serval's short skirt and do the very same.
Soon, too soon by far for Eliza's liking, the cat was gone. Slipping away from her, winking playfully before vanishing off back into the almost hypnotically dancing crowd. Barely thirty seconds later though, even as Eliza still found herself glancing around as she continued to dance on her own in the hopes of catching sight of that nameless woman once more, another figure practically flung themselves at her out of nowhere. If the serval had been lithe and slippery in her figure, the otter who approached Eliza now was the very opposite. Broad, tall and beautifully plump, radiating such confidence as her large figure swept forward and drew her gaze with a deep, deep plunging neckline that simply couldn't be ignored. Over the music Eliza soon found herself squealing with laughter as she was lifted off the ground by the taller, stronger woman so that they could kiss face to face, and a few short seconds after that the dalmatian was letting slip bashful, joyously muffled moans as a hand encircled her back, another pressed to the back of her head and she found herself rocking, slow-dancing with the otter while her face was smushed playfully, intimately and utterly without shame between the other woman's huge breasts.
After maybe a minute, maybe a little more or less, Eliza's head was released and she pulled back reluctantly for air. She whimpered and blushed, staring up at the otter whose sharp eyes were peering hungrily, expectantly down at her. The dalmatian instinctively licked her lips, blushing deeper still as she realised how such an act might be interpreted, but then finding herself almost hoping that it was interpreted that way. The taller woman just grinned, and glanced back over Eliza's shoulders with a knowing twinkle in her eye. Eliza was about to turn her head, wondering if perhaps there was a table, an exit, somewhere for them to go and talk or perhaps do other things that the otter was looking at. Instead, causing her to tense up and let slip a brief cry of surprise, she felt another body press up against her unexpectedly from behind. She felt warm hands encircle her waist. She felt hot breath on her neck, and gentle lips kissing her fur before a ragged voice whispered in her ear.
"Which of us do you want more?"
The figure let her loose, as did the otter, allowing Eliza to spin around and whimper in overwhelmed excitement as she saw the serval standing there once more, a playful, curious eyebrow cocked towards her. The otter's arms encircled her again now that she was facing away, and it was the larger woman's voice that soon whispered into her other ear over the pounding music.
"We won't be upset. We won't be jealous. We just... we have to know. Whose tongue do you want buried inside you the most?"
Head spinning, eyes wide, body trembling as the otter continued to embrace her even while the serval moved in for another deep kiss, Eliza couldn't lie. She couldn't do anything or say anything in that moment in fact, except of course for the most simple of answers possible. The truth.
"B-both of you..."
She moaned greedily, but honestly, peering deep into the serval's eyes before craning her neck around and fighting to meet the otter's gaze too.
"I... w-why can't I have both of you?"
The otter grinned, and when Eliza looked back round to the serval, she was grinning too. The hands encircling her body from both sides grew tighter and ever more intimate in their embrace, and two heads leaned in closer, two muzzles whispering in perfect unison into each of Eliza's ears.
"You can."
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"Oh... o-oh, fuck..."
The club exited out onto a broad boulevard with restaurants, hotels and bars on one side, and palm trees upon the other. Grass and stone pathways were spread out around the line of trees, and in turn that section of the street bordered onto a broad, lush sandy beach. During the day it was crowded with sunbathers from end to end, but at night... at night it was quiet save the occasional jogger, dog walker, and every now and then a couple, or indeed a trio looking for a private moment beneath the stars.
Eliza whimpered bashfully as she felt her sleek black pants being tugged down as the otter dropped to her knees in front of the dalmatian, and just a moment later she gasped in increasing embarrassment and excitement as right there in the open air, illuminated by moonlight and with the rushing of the ocean close by, the serval behind her dragged her panties down to join her other lower garment around her ankles. Her legs, spread as wide apart as the clothing wrapped around them would allow, trembled as soft kisses and tender nibbles began to assail her thighs from the front and her buttocks from the rear. Her trembling hands fell down towards the two women, shakily, blindly caressing the tops of their heads and attempting to toy playfully with their ears.
"Jesus. I... oohh yes..."
She barely had time to catch her breath, her head reeling as the otter whose name she hadn't even had the chance to ask ceased her playful teasing and shamelessly plunged her face between Eliza's legs. A large, rough tongue lashed out and flicked across her clit, and soon enough Eliza felt a pair of the otter's fingers assisting her in spreading her lips open and allowing her tongue to delve more intimately into the pink and the heat and the gathering wetness of her pussy. As if that wasn't enough though, at the same time another pair of hands were gripping at her buttocks. Spreading those cheeks apart, and making Eliza's eyes bulge and her whole body quake as for the first time in her life she felt a smaller but even more textureful tongue rasp its way across the sensitive pucker of her asshole.
The two ladies who had picked her up were insatiable and utterly unstoppable, not responding to any of Eliza's whimpered, half-hearted questions regarding whether they should find somewhere safer, somewhere less exposed if they were going to fool around outside. They ignored her offer to take them back to her apartment, and didn't react in the slightest to the query of whether they were local, or if they had a hotel room they could visit. After a short while of course the questions began to falter and fade in their regularity, and within the space of a minute Eliza was too busy simply trying to stay on her feet as she was orally attacked from both sides. She'd had her share of tongues buried in her pussy, but the otter... holy shit, the otter ate her out with such hunger, such sloppy, wet, slurping greed that the mere sounds of her slurping and sucking at Eliza's nether regions was enough to make the dalmatian shudder and force her toes to curl down into the dry sand beneath them. As for the tongue in her rump, its motions far more measured, focused, darting in and out, sweeping across its pucker with potent precision, Eliza's embarrassment rapidly faded into a sense of dismay, dismay that she hadn't allowed or asked for one of her partners to rim her like this many, many years ago.
"God. Oh my god... I'm... mmhh-haahh..."
Eliza's head span as she tried to look around, tried to clear her blurred vision to tell if anyone was approaching, if anyone could possibly see them from the street. Her tongue lolled out as she panted heavily, and every now and then it twitched, it flicked upward when in her blissful reverie Eliza found herself anticipating what was soon to come after she had cum. Her turn upon her knees, with one, perhaps both of these women looming over her, insistently urging her tongue and fingers be put to work to satisfy them both.
"Gonna cum. Please... please don't stop. Don't... I... I'm..."
The serval's tongue probed deep into her ass, and the otter's tongue loudly, roughly dragged itself over her clit in one final slurping stroke, and Eliza's already reeling mind sailed skyward as her body was suddenly thrust into the inescapable clutches of her orgasm. She shook, leaning forward for support against the head of the otter still hungrily and loudly feasting on the juices that gushed forth as she came, and she whimpered loudly as her feverishly wagging tail was grabbed by its base by one of the serval's hands, holding it out of the way as the feline woman continued to work her tongue across Eliza's rosebud even as it clenched and squeezed under the full body thrall of her pleasure.
The two women continued to work her, to pleasure and attack her body with their tongues, until with a shuddering whine of over-stimulation Eliza began to push the otter away from her now spent loins. It took just a second or so longer for the serval to get the message, stopping without any active prompting beyond the sudden lack of her companion's own slurping sounds ringing out through the air around them. They both not only stopped, but pulled back from Eliza entirely. They pulled themselves to their feet even as the dalmatian stood there with her pants and panties round her ankles, trembling, breathing heavily, crimson-cheeked as the moonlight bathed her body and revealed the glistening of her juices and the other women's saliva upon her currently bare midsection. And then, before Eliza could even recover enough to consider pulling her clothes back up and ceasing to expose herself on this public beach, they stepped in close again.
The otter kissed her first, long and deep, Eliza's face getting redder and redder as she tasted her own pussy on the other woman's tongue. Then she was spun upon the spot, head spinning and forcing a giddy, dizzying giggle from her muzzle, and it was the serval's turn. Another deep kiss, a thankfully neutral taste as she realised she was teasing back and forth with a tongue that had been several inches inside her ass, and then...
She opened her muzzle to call out as the two women stepped away from her and closer to one another, joining hands as they began to walk away up the length of the beach towards the street and the club on its far side. She readied herself to call out after them, but upon realising she had no names to call out there were only two words that Eliza felt were appropriate right now.
"T-thank you..."
They looked back over their shoulders. They smiled and waved, each blowing her a playful kiss, but then they looked away once more and kept on walking. Indeed it was only as Eliza finally reached down and began to pull her clothes back up around her lower body that she heard their voices clearly for the first time. Fading as they got further away, but not making any effort to be quiet as they addressed one another across the beach with only the distant sounds of the street and the gentle lapping of the ocean as competition.
"That counts as a point each, right? Not just half?"
It was the otter who asked the question, and a few seconds later, the serval answered with a giggle.
"Yeah. We both made her cum, so we both get a point. Which means I'm still ahead by one."
Snorting with laughter and playfully shoving the smaller woman away from her before drawing her back into a one armed embrace just moments later, the otter shook her head as they began to walk out of audible range. Eliza meanwhile could only strain her ears and stare, awe-struck, after them as she began to realise what she had been a part of.
"Oh please, don't brag. It's 5-4. Even on a regular night, a single point lead is nothing. It's not even 1am yet, and its ladies night. I'm gonna wipe the floor with you before the clubs close, sweetie. And then, when they do, I'm gonna take you home and..."
By Jeeves
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