Companionable

Companion training was not for the faint of heart. For seemingly ages, there was actually no sex, not even touching. Novices were expected to meditate on the sheer theory of connection.

Naturally, that never happened.

Gwen Stacy closed her eyes and pretended to sleep as the door to her room opened. There were footsteps on the floorboards, soft as a whisper, and the door closed quietly. Gwen dared to open one eye.

“Laura!” she cried when she saw the pale face, set in the darkness like a star in the night sky.

“Shhh.” Laura Kinney peeled off her white nightgown and slipped naked into bed with Gwen. “Inara’s asleep. Don’t wake her.”

Gwen closed her lips as Laura rolled her nightgown over her hips, eager to get to her body after so much frustration. Not that Gwen could’ve said much anyway. She was so excited by the nearness of Laura’s naked body, she wanted Laura to eat her out so badly, that she didn’t dare speak for fear of embarrassing herself.

As soon as her tits were out in the open, Laura took one of Gwen’s big nipples into her mouth. Gwen sighed and removed her nightgown the rest of the way. Her hands found and fondled Laura’s bare breasts, not as big as her own, but firm and young and just the right size not to dispel Laura’s sylphlike sensuality. She squeezed the dark-haired girl’s tits the way she knew she loved best, and Laura groaned with pleasure around her mouthful of nipple as they writhed together on a bed only just big enough for two.

Gwen’s hand was soon touching the soft curls of Laura’s pubic hair, already damp with little jewels of her arousal. And if they were damp, her labia was practically drenched. Her juices seeped out onto Gwen’s fingers as she probed between Laura’s cunt-lips. It felt hot to the touch.

Laura wriggled up to kiss Gwen’s lips and let her touch her more easily. Their tongues tangled together, and Gwen’s fingers were sealed within Laura’s cunt. Laura’s hand was on her thigh now, seeking to further twine them together, the two women nesting within each other, hands between legs, tongues in mouths.

But Gwen twisted away from the questing fingers, prompting rare words in Laura’s lustfully hoarse voice. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve never touched me there before,” Gwen said.

“Yes I have. Just not with fingers.”

“Then… that way? Again? It just feels more… womanly. Safe.”

Laura just looked at her with those dark eyes, seemingly almost like an animal on the verge of forgetting its domestication. Then something abiding went through her. 

“I’ll kiss it and make it better,” she said, filling her voice with irony, and squirmed down until her head was level with Gwen’s hips. She grabbed Gwen’s ass and wrenched her onto her back, though Gwen went willingly, opening her legs for Laura even as the brunette tried to push them open. She reached down to bare her cunt to the woman, but Laura slapped her hands away.

“Don’t just give,” she said. “Remember what Inara said. Let me take.”

“How can I be expected to wait that long when I know how good it feels?” Gwen murmured.

The first touch of Laura’s tongue was far too good and Gwen’s cry was far too loud. Laura pinched her ass to remind her to control herself and Gwen thought again about the danger they were in as Laura went deeper, rolling her tongue in the juicy bath of Gwen’s aroused cunt.

Gwen bit back her gasps of pleasure, but she couldn’t keep herself from whimpering softly as Laura explored her so thoroughly that she felt laid claim to. She touched places where only Gwen’s own fingers had gone. Gwen spread her legs painfully wide, putting her hands on her thighs to hold them open instead of clutching Laura’s head and forcing that greedy mouth to let her give it everything.

Laura was enjoying herself so much in Gwen’s cunt that the blonde felt envy, and she pulled at Laura’s smooth shoulders in an attempt to silently convey what she wanted. Laura gave her a look that told her she completely understood and had anticipated Gwen’s need. She wiggled around until her tight little ass, gleaming white in the moonlight coming from the room’s tiny window, was poised right over the greed of Gwen’s own lips and tongue.

Gwen had only to pucker her lips and make a kissing motion, and she was pleasuring the hot, wet flesh of Laura’s sex. She used only the lightest of touches, figuring the Companions would want them practicing how to dance their tongues around like butterflies, learning the feel of Laura giving a muffled groan against her cunt. Gwen felt herself trickling out arousal, and Laura’s own smeared her chin and was gulped down her throat.

But her teasing was as frustrating for her as it was for Laura. She hungered to have her tongue inside Laura, feeling the clench of Laura’s pussy around it in a real kiss. She gripped Laura’s smooth ass and pulled it down, taking Laura’s wet cunt for her thirsty mouth. Laura writhed and moaned with delight, going even harder on Gwen’s pussy to return the favor.

As Gwen’s tongue probed the depths of Laura’s sex, swallowing down the warm juices she found, she found her nose pressing into Laura’s asshole. Acting on impulse, she moved her tongue up to Laura’s puckered anus and slipped it inside.

Laura squealed with surprise, but otherwise she seemed to welcome the intrusion. She relaxed quickly, opening her legs to let Gwen’s tongue slip into her as deep as it could go, her hot cunt rutting against Gwen’s chin for more of a thrill.

Gwen was anxious for more, and she quickly wetted her forefinger with spit and prodded it into Laura’s ass. Laura muttered a mild noise of uncertainty, but Gwen kept going until Laura heaved a deep sigh and clearly started to enjoy herself.

Then, as expected, she returned the favor. Gwen arched her back invitingly, presenting her tingling asshole, and Laura slipped her finger deep inside it as she continued eating Gwen out. She took it a step further, though, using her free hand to squeeze Gwen’s breasts. They were so warm and tingling that Laura’s touch felt almost as good there as on her pussy and asshole.

Bucking and squirming, whimpering and gasping until she almost couldn’t hold onto Laura, Gwen forced herself to keep licking her, fingering her, returning the pleasure that had her borne up on angels’ wings, higher and higher. But even as she climaxed, the door of her room was flung open and she heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Well now!” Inara observed drolly, watching with a small grin as her two naked students hastily disengaged from each other. She turned the light on to reveal their crimson blushes. “I see more than one of the novices have had a hard time abiding by the rules.”

Gwen picked up her nightgown, thinking vaguely of how she was soiling it with Laura’s juices on her wet hands, and clutched it over her nude body. “What… what are you going to do to us, mistress?”

Laura was silent, clutching the sheet against her exposure, but Gwen could see that she was unnerved by the prospect of punishment, even excommunication.

“Perhaps before fearing punishment, you should at least ask forgiveness.”

Taking her meaning, Gwen threw herself down on her knees, Laura following, even if it meant exposing their bodies once more. Facing the icon on the wall, they clasped their hands together and closed their eyes, though personally Gwen still felt far too nervous to commune with the universe. She could feel Inara surveying her nakedness, up and down, slowly, contemptuously. She felt like she would die of shame.

“Interesting the, ah, gape that Sister Laura is displaying. And you, Sister Gwen. Have you grown bored of each others’ womanhoods already?”

“No, mistress, I mean, yes, mistress--” Gwen wasn’t sure what she meant. 

Inara knelt between them, extending her hands to either side, and Gwen was quick to take Inara’s. Laura followed suit.

“My. Three fingers wet,” Inara said, squeezing Laura’s hand. “Gwen, you’ve become quite accommodating in your time here.” 

“Yes, mistress, I mean--”

“I know what you mean,” Inara told her. “It can be hard to follow the letter of the law, sometimes. But this chastity is meant to awaken you to the true meaning of your physicality. I think you’ve been doing that as well, in your own way. And the spirit of the law must trump the letter. So, there’ll be no punishment.”

No punishment! Gwen couldn’t believe it. She didn’t think she’d ever even heard of a novice getting away with an infraction without at least meditating on the nature of transgressiveness or something. 

“But,” Inara continued, “if you intend to teach yourselves this lesson, then I’ll expect you to show me what you’ve learned.

Gwen was shocked to feel Inara’s hand caress the curve of her ass. She saw that Inara’s other hand was on Laura’s deliciously rounded ass.

“We’ve learned a lot,” Laura said, almost threateningly, as she wriggled closer to Inara.

Inara squeezed both of their asses almost painfully tight. “Then perhaps you’ll teach me something.”

Gwen could resist no longer. She embraced Inara, kissing her on soft, soft lips. The older woman responded passionately, slipping her tongue all the way along Gwen’s.

Laura began undressing Inara as Gwen kissed her. She soon revealed her bra, removed it--Gwen watched Inara’s breasts, large and perfectly shaped, rise into view with an aroused breath. Gwen sucked on one stiff nipple while Laura took the other. With a groan of satisfaction, Inara lay back on the floor and allowed the two younger companions to pull off the rest of her clothing.

Gwen’s nostrils flared as she smelled Inara’s arousal, and though she wanted to stay at Inara’s pert breast, exploring just how sleek and perfectly formed it was and how it could fit to her mouth, she also wanted to beat Laura to the sweet taste of Inara’s cunt.

She wiggled her way down, finding Inara’s sex already glistening with heated juices. She licked it, kissed it, hearing Inara moan and fancying that it had more to do with her than Laura taking her place at Inara’s breast with a tightening hand. Then, remembering how Laura had enjoyed it, Gwen pushed her tongue hard against Inara’s slit. It was so tight that she had trouble opening it with her tongue--she wondered if Inara was clenching, taunting her with her tightness, or if Inara just was that way, virgin-tight no matter how many men she’d been with. Gwen exerted herself, squeezing her tongue all the way in and tasting Inara, really tasting her.

Inara’s lean thighs writhed more eagerly; Gwen looked up to see that Laura was straddling her face. Looking through Inara’s neatly trimmed pubic hair and between her heaving breasts, wet with saliva and flushed with handling, Gwen could see the bottom of her chin pressed tightly into Laura’s pubic hair. From the sinuous writhing of Inara’s throat, Gwen could see that she was licking over Laura’s pussy and relishing every drop she got from it. Then Laura reached behind her buttocks and affixed her hand to Inara’s throat, squeezing it in gentle reprimand. Inara’s head bobbed as she licked harder.

Gwen’s lustful eyes slithered up Laura’s nakedness. Her body was glowing with a fine sheen of sweat--Gwen and Inara’s, as she herself hadn’t begun to exert herself. Gwen couldn’t help but stare at the rosy nipples on Laura’s breasts, catching the light as Laura slowly and sensuously ground herself against Inara’s mouth. She wished she could touch them again, play with them some more, but being forced to simply watch them made them even more beautiful in a way.

When she at last looked up at Laura’s narrowed eyes, Laura momentarily dragged herself back from her wild arousal to wink at Gwen. Gwen giggled happily, thinking of Laura having actually managed to mount their wise, experienced teacher--then Inara took her by the hair and forced her to put more of her tongue into Inara’s cunt.

Even as she did as Inara wanted, Gwen opened her thighs, feeling Laura’s eager gaze between them. Laura wet her lips, seeing the pretty pink cunt displayed so invitingly, and as Inara continued to eat her out, she leaned over until her head was between Gwen’s widespread thighs.

The circle was complete: Laura eating Gwen, Gwen eating Inara, Inara eating Laura. Their lusts flowed through it, one to the other; whatever Gwen did to Inara’s pussy translated to Laura, who are Gwen more eagerly, none of them able to stop themselves from pleasuring each other faster and harder.

Gwen didn’t know what she loved more, going down on Inara or the pleasure of being eaten out by Laura. Inara seemed to be actively teaching Laura how to make Gwen come, how to lick her in all the right places for her to need more and more and more. Laura was licking and lapping like mad at Gwen’s sex, sucking her labia into her mouth as she lanced out with her tongue, making it seem to go deeper than ever into Gwen. Gwen humped her hips wildly to rub her cunt against Laura’s beautiful face and get her wonderful tongue even deeper.

Inara didn’t let herself be forgotten, spreading her legs wider and pushing her sex into Gwen’s face. Looking at Inara’s glossy wet cunt again, Gwen found it too tempting to resist. She joined two fingers and pushed them into Inara’s pussy alongside her tongue.

“Yesssss,” Inara purred, before loudly smacking her lips on Laura’s clit. The younger woman couldn’t bear to have her teacher’s mouth away from her pussy again, and she locked her firm young thighs around Inara’s head, rutting her groin against Inara’s mouth.

Gwen’s fingers slid into Inara slowly--first two, then three, and finally four. Inara’s obvious, copious arousal eased their descent, and soon Gwen’s hand was buried in Inara as deeply as a cunt. She wiggled her knuckles in pleasing little circles, rubbed her thumb and fingers together with Inara’s inner wall between them, and pumped in the same rhythm as her lapping tongue. Inara’s moans against Laura’s cunt seemed entirely unintentional as she writhed and tensed up and enjoyed herself to the fullest.

Gwen moved her mouth to Inara’s stiff little clit and kissed it with a vengeance, fluttering her tongue between her lips furiously. Inara’s thighs and belly jerked spasmodically as she came, and Gwen felt herself seized like she was a small toy in a giant hand as Laura made her come, too.

“I think you pass,” Inara breathed as Laura gushed in her face.