Chapter Five

 

Bellamy hopped to it. 

She was self-aware.  She realized how she was nowadays.  She only awaited awareness of what Mistress Dorothe wanted, and then she tried her best to make it happen.  No matter what it was.

That was her new way of doing things.  The things she did were all about, all for, Mistress Dorothe.  Sad but true.

She stood next to Dorothe and centered her breast onto Noelle's mouth.  Noelle’s mouth was still parted, and she was panting, like from both her orgasm and lack of air from Dorothe’s breasts filling her mouth moments before. 

When Bellamy’s dangling breast made contact with Noelle’s lips, Noelle opened wider, like for a dentist, and sucked Bellamy's breast in as much as she could vacuum into her mouth.  Luckily, Bellamy's and Dorothe's breast sizes were quite similar.  Bellamy wondered if there might be some taste difference, but there seemed little risk taste would give it away.

With Noelle's mouth nursing on Bellamy's breast, Bellamy very nearly moaned but stopped herself in time.  She didn't want to blow it and guessed a moan could be as recognizable as a voice and give away Noelle was now sucking on the breast of the woman who previously stood before her.

Dorothe, with Bellamy's torso pressing down, pulled her hand from across Noelle's eyes.  Bellamy’s breast and body blocked Noelle’s view, but Noelle did not open her eyes. 

Dorothe moved around to dive into Noelle's pussy.  Noelle groaned a long welcome and then began rapid little moans.

Noelle sucked Bellamy’s breast, held her suction, made a little moan, then released it.  Repeat.  Over and over.  To Bellamy, it seemed more like a big greedy baby trying to nurse at her breast than an adult trying to give sexual pleasure to her.  But it did feel sexy.

Dorothe wasn't messing around no matter how messy her face looked with her arch-nemesis's pussy juice smeared on it.  She clit-licked furiously and jammed three fingers hard and fast up Noelle's receptive pussy. 

Dorothe had no idea how much of an uphill battle she may or may not have in making Noelle orgasm again.  Some women are desensitized after an orgasm, and others....

Noelle's convulsing hips told her Noelle belonged to the second group.  She seemed even more sensitive.  The key then was to get her on the brink yet again but not over the finish line.  Not yet.

In fact, it was essential to bring her to the brink again and again.

Bellamy watched down Noelle's stomach, which rose and fell in passion.  Heated scents wafted up to Bellamy's nostrils. 

Bellamy still wanted to vocalize, to moan and groan or even talk dirty but knew not to.  She was a little surprised at what a great job inexperienced Noelle was doing on her tit.  Then again, it was just a tit.  Pretty simple, and Noelle must know what felt good to her.  From the tongue movements, it must be that Noelle liked it when someone scraped the soft flat of their tongue, with its thousands of little bumpy taste buds, rapidly back and forth on the nipple.

Noelle approached her orgasmic crisis, and Dorothe pulled her mouth free.  Noelle made a forlorn baby-bird-without-its-mother sound a few times.  The sound burbled from saliva and the breast filling her mouth. 

As well as she could with her wounded knees in casts, Noelle lifted her pussy upward, seeking sensation.

Dorothe wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  She saw Bellamy looking at her and winked.

After a minute, Dorothe went back to licking.  Instead of focusing on the clit, now that she knew Noelle was again on the edge of climax, Dorothe licked up and down her slit.  Slowly and gently. 

The licking went agonizingly slowly to Noelle.  Noelle made frustrated muffled sounds and bounced her hips, and did get some contact with Dorothe's chin.

After a couple of minutes, Noelle was on the brink again, so Dorothe backed off. 

Noelle made a frustrated huffing sound.  She pushed her pussy upward a few times, seeking attention but seemed to know she wouldn't get it.  She'd figured out the deal.  She would be teased as long and as much as the pussy licker decided.

After a minute and after Noelle calmed, Dorothe's mouth returned to her pussy.  Torturing through gentleness.  She ever so slowly and with light suction sucked mouthful after mouthful of pussy lips, one after another.  She just lipped them, tongued a little, and slowly pulsed her cheeks in and out.

Bellamy noticed that Dorothe strategically began with the inner, more sensitive labia minora because Noelle was relatively further from the orgasm.  By the time Dorothe was done sucking the accessible mouthfuls of labia minora, Noelle was much closer to that orgasm.  Then Dorothe moved to the labia majora and was even more tender and slow with them as a precaution. 

Dorothe knew Noelle was trying to achieve orgasm and knew Noelle knew Dorothe was trying to prevent it.

It was a contest of wills.

Never start a land war in Asia and never enter a contest of wills against Dorothe Gerbach!

Noelle couldn't hide her imminent orgasm despite her best efforts.  Dorothe pulled her mouth free again.

Bellamy felt bad for Noelle but also wished that she was in Noelle’s place.  Bellamy would love to get all that detailed personal attention from her Mistress Dorothe.

Bellamy was more and more envious.  When would Mistress Dorothe finally torture her with frustrated orgasms?  Why did Mistress Dorothe need to seduce and sexually plunder all these other women when Bellamy would let her do all these same things whenever Dorothe wanted?

Noelle was frustrated enough at her latest orgasm delay that she bit down on Bellamy's breast in reaction or anger.  Bellamy almost made a sound then.  Luckily Noelle stopped biting and went back to nursing.  It seemed to calm and comfort her.

Another minute passed, and then Dorothe was back to pussy licking.   Long slow sweeps of her tongue.  It would feel good to Noelle, but it would take a long time to feel good enough to bring an orgasm.  Once Noelle finally got back to the edge of orgasm, Dorothe backed off once more.

Noelle made a sobbing sound of disappointment.  Then she sucked harder on Bellamy’s breast.

Bellamy more than sympathized.  She empathized.  Seeing everything Dorothe was doing, her manipulation of Noelle, Noelle's sexy physical reactions, and feeling Noelle's mouthing of her breast were a potent mix for Bellamy. 

She thought she might need to cum nearly as much as Noelle needed it.  Maybe Mistress Dorothe was purposely edging both of them.

Dorothe went back to work.  Pussy work.

Noelle's responses were even more instantaneous.  Even light contact nearly brought her to orgasm.

The time was right.

Dorothe glanced at Bellamy enjoying the tit sucking but awaiting directions.  Dorothe jerked her chin upward, indicating Bellamy should pull her tit out of Noelle's mouth and step back.

Bellamy felt extremely nervous.  The big reveal was coming.  If this went bad, then Noelle could involve the authorities by at least some stretch of the imagination.  It wasn’t a stretch due to a lack of possible charges.  It was only a stretch that Noelle would intentionally tell anyone about her downfall. 

Much more likely than involving the authorities, Noelle might refocus on killing Dorothe.  Dorothe messing with her like this could cause Noelle to have greater determination in her quest to murder Dorothe.  She hadn’t succeeded at first, but she would be more likely to succeed based on lessons learned if she tried again.

Noelle had injured knees and shoulders but injuries healed.  Even if they didn’t, Noelle had access to big money, much more money than needed to hire someone for murder.

Or, almost as bad as those possibilities, maybe Noelle would fall into slavery to Dorothe, and Dorothe may like her as much as Bellamy or even, gasp, more!  Yes, that was the worst possibility, if you asked Bellamy.

Not that Mistress Dorothe would ever ask her.

Noelle's face was damp with sweat and flushed with exertion.  When Bellamy backed away, Noelle gained enough awareness of a change in circumstances to finally realize she could open her eyes. 

It looked like she wanted to keep them closed.  She probably was too embarrassed to look the stranger lesbians in the eyes. 

Dorothe stopped licking pussy, and the loss of contact finally motivated Noelle to open her eyes to figure out how to get her frequently derailed orgasm back on the tracks.

Noelle's eyes opened.

Noelle looked down across her body.

There was the face and shoulders of her arch-nemesis right there between her legs and just inches from her bare pussy.

Noelle's eyes opened even further.  They opened very wide!