Jemma’s Role Reveal: Watching Her Girlfriend’s Friend

Jemma’s hand disappeared from my cock, and she pulled it out of my shorts, offering it to Miranda, who slowly lifted her hand off her mound and accepted it. Jemma pulled her in, and then shut the door, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing, why I’m even in here,” Miranda said, her voice trembling. “I just…I don’t know, maybe I should go.”

“Do you want to see his cock or not?” Jemma replied, pushing me forward towards Miranda.

“I…I don’t know. Like I said, maybe this is a bad idea. I just, I guess I was just turned on from the thought of whatever you two were doing,” Miranda said again.

“It’s okay, you were curious,” Jemma responded, walking over to Miranda. She placed her right hand on the side of Miranda’s face and leaned in close. “We’re all here to have fun. You don’t have to do anything, just watch.”

Miranda smiled shyly and nodded her head. Jemma slid her hand down off Miranda’s face and down her neck, her fingertips winding up near the cleavage of Miranda’s red shirt. Miranda breathed in sharply, taken aback by Jemma’s boldness, and looked down at Jemma’s hand as she lightly rubbed the back of her hand over Miranda’s left tit.

“You can touch mine if you want to,” Jemma said in a quiet and sensual voice. She reached down with her left hand and took hold of Miranda’s right, drawing it up towards her.

Eventually, Miranda got the better of herself and took a step back. “I’m sorry, I just…no, thank you. I just want to watch if that’s okay.”

Jemma smiled and let go of Miranda’s hand, pulling her own back. “Of course, but I hope before the day is out, you’ll let us sneak a peek at those,” she said, making an obvious look at Miranda’s breasts.

Miranda just smiled and looked down at her feet. “We’ll see, for now, I just want to see what you two can do.”

“Well then, have a seat in the chair for now, and enjoy the show,” Jemma said, and she turned around to walk to me, a huge teasing smile on her face. She came for a long, wet kiss, letting me know just how turned on she was.

“Um, sorry, quick question…” Miranda interrupted. “But what is that in your butt?”

Jemma turned and smiled. “That’s my big ass butt plug. It’s how I found out how good of a fuck you are and how big your cock is.”

“Oh,” Miranda said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Feel free to ask us anything,” I told her, wanting her to get more comfortable. “We want you to have a good time and just relax.”

Miranda sat down in the chair next to the sofa, her hands tucked between her legs, obviously nervous. Jemma and I moved over to stand right in front of her, and Jemma dropped down to her knees, looking up at Miranda.

“Are you ready to see this cock?” she asked, her hands making their way up to the top of my shorts.

“Yes,” Miranda responded quietly.

“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t quite get that,” Jemma asked, obviously wanting a little more from Miranda.

“YES,” Miranda said, quite a bit louder this time.

“Yes what?” Jemma asked in her most sarcastic tone possible.

“Yes, I want to see your cock,” Miranda answered, smiling shyly.

“Well, okay then,” Jemma said, pulling down my shorts and releasing my now nearly deflated cock. “Looks like we’ll have to take care of this.”

Jemma grabbed hold of my dick while looking at Miranda. “So, what do you think? Should I stroke it or suck it to bring it back to life?”

“Um, stroke it and then suck it, I guess?” Miranda answered, unsure of her participation.

Jemma looked down for a second, then let go of my cock and crawled up to Miranda’s lap, staring into her eyes for a moment before she leaned in close, nearly kissing her lips. “Look, I know you don’t want to get involved and just watch, but I need you to get into it just a little. We invited you in here to watch, the least you could do is play along. You got it?”

“Yes,” Miranda responded in a whispery exhale.

“Good!” Jemma said, getting up and giving Miranda a quick peck on the lips. “Now, what’s it gonna be, stroking or sucking?”

“Stroking,” Miranda said, staring at my now hardening dick.

“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Jemma said, happy that Miranda was playing along.

Jemma looked up at me and smiled as she slowly started stroking my cock, turning her head to look Miranda dead in the eyes. “He’s got a pretty nice cock, doesn’t he? Bet you’re glad you came in now.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Miranda moaned, her hand rubbing her mound over her jeans. “Lick it.”

Jemma turned to me and stuck out her tongue, leaning in to lick the tip of my cock. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out, not at all expecting the sensation to be that excellent.

Without hesitation, Jemma turned back to me and licked me again. And again. Soon, she was just going to town, licking the tip of my dick like she was licking pussy.

“Don’t stop on my account. We’re just having fun here,” I told Miranda, who was rubbing her pussy through her jeans as hard as the denim would let her.

Jemma stopped licking me and looked right at Miranda, still stroking me. Miranda just smiled and said, “I don’t really think I’m ready to get naked for y’all.”

Jemma piped up and said, “Nobody is saying you need to get naked, but if you really want to rub your puss while watching me lick his cock, then just take off your jeans. Your panties will be more comfortable than your jeans.”

Miranda thought for a bit and then stood up, moving her hands to her waist, ready to unbutton her jeans. “Suck it,” she said, and then released the button and took down the zipper.

Jemma got an excited look on her face and then turned back towards me, just flat out devouring my cock, practically swallowing it whole.

“Holy Shit,” I yelled out, nearly ready to keel over from the sensation of my cock buried down Jemma’s throat.

Miranda started to slide her jeans down as I came back to reality from the gorgeous blonde sucking my cock into the depth of her mouth.

“No, turn around and bend over,” I told Miranda, staring into her eyes, letting her know how serious I was.

Miranda looked at me quickly and just asked, “What?”

“Turn around and bend over, and then slide your pants down. I want to watch that ass come into view,” I responded, staring into her eyes.

Miranda just stared at me for a few moments, totally caught off guard by my request, and then turned her back to me. She ever so slowly bent down, sticking her ass out and looking back at me.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, starting to slide her pants down, finally giving me a glimpse of that gorgeous, c-shaped ass, covered in lacy pink boyshort underwear.

“That is exactly what I wanted,” I said, watching her continue sliding her jeans down to her ankles, keeping her ass up as high in the air as she could.

Jemma even stopped sucking me for a moment, pulling her mouth off me, just to get a good view of this nicely toned mid-40s woman and her sweet succulent ass.

“That’s a pretty nice bum you got there,” Jemma said, and then returned her attention to my cock, licking the tip a couple of times before taking the whole thing back down her throat.

“Mmmhhhmmm,” I murmured, getting down to ass level with Jemma, running my hands over her hips, squeezing her cheeks, and giving each one a slight slap, causing Jemma to jump and squeal a little.

Eventually, I made my way to the handle of the plug and gave it a slight pull, checking to see if it’d be as tight as last time. It started to come out a little, and so I pulled a little harder, her asshole stretching, yet doing everything it could to keep it in.

Right then, I stopped. I grinned as I had a new idea. I looked over to Miranda and asked, “You want to come pull this out?”

Miranda stopped rubbing her panty-clad pussy and just stared at me like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before she finally looked over at Jemma’s ass sticking straight up in the air and sheepishly said, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I came back with, obviously wanting more from her.

“YES,” she replied, “Yes, I’d love to pull out her plug. Can I spank her?”

Jemma’s eyes locked onto Miranda’s, her voice husky with desire as she spoke. “Only if we get to see those tits. Let us lick those nips and you can spank me all you want.”

Miranda’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze drifting down to Jemma’s ass before snapping back up to her face. A wanting look had taken up residence in her eyes, and she slowly lifted her blouse over her head, revealing a lacy red bra. She reached behind her and unsnapped it, letting the bra fall to the floor.

Her breasts, a sweet and perky 36C, were revealed to them, no push-up bra needed. Nature had been kind to Miranda, and her nipples stood straight out, ready to cut anything that came near them.

Jemma stood up, walking towards Miranda, and placed both hands on her newly exposed breasts. Miranda inhaled sharply at the unexpected contact, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I’ve never felt another woman’s tits before. Feels nice,” Jemma murmured, her fingers squeezing and fondling Miranda’s breasts. She pinched the nipples, forcing Miranda to yelp.

“Shhh,” Jemma soothed, trying to calm her down. “We’re just here to have fun. Just relax and enjoy.”

Jemma lowered her head, her tongue dancing across Miranda’s breasts, sending shivers down her spine.

“Oh, OH, OH Gosh. OH my goodness,” Miranda blurted out, her eyes flying open as she felt Jemma’s tongue assault her nipples.

Jemma looked up, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

“A long time ago, in high school,” Miranda replied, her face blushing. “All we did was kiss and squeeze each other’s bare breasts. And then…” She trailed off, looking away.

And what?” Jemma asked, her fingers squeezing Miranda’s breasts hard.

“A few years ago, with an old friend,” Miranda continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “We were drinking and talking about sex, and before I knew it, we were kissing and tearing each other’s clothes off…” She paused, her face flushing.

Jemma switched breasts, her tongue sucking Miranda’s nipple into her mouth, eager to listen to Miranda’s tale.

“And then what happened?” Jemma asked, her fingers playing with Miranda’s other breast.

“We both came, and then we just fell asleep,” Miranda replied, her voice filled with longing. “The next morning, I woke up to see her next to me, still naked, smiling at me. She started running her hand over my cheek, and I realized what we’d done. I got up and left, and we never talked again.”

Jemma pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Fuck, I’m hot now. Get this thing out of my ass.”

Miranda smiled, reaching down to grab the plug. Jemma bent over, her ass exposed, and Miranda started to pull it out, but the resistance was too much.

“Oh, god, you’re killing me,” Jemma blurted out, her voice filled with frustration.

“This might help,” I said, moving one hand down to Jemma’s pussy, rubbing her wet lips.

“OH GOD OH, FUCK!” Jemma yelled out, her body shuddering with pleasure.

“Pull it out and fuck me!” Jemma screamed, my fingers too much for her asshole now.

“Oh my god, that is amazing,” Miranda said, watching on as I fingered Jemma’s ass.

I removed my fingers and motioned for Miranda to continue pulling the plug out. She twisted and pulled, finally managing to remove it.

“OHMYGODFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” Jemma yelled out, her body shaking with pleasure.

Jemma looked back at me with an evil stare. “STICK THAT FUCKING COCK IN ME NOW!”

I got down behind her, my cock ramming into her pussy, taking her balls deep. I pulled out and rammed her a couple more times, getting my cock lubricated for her impending ass-fucking.

“Oh, yes, god yes, I need that fucking cock. Fuck me. Fuck me!” Jemma ordered, her body bucking under me.

“Finally, I decided my dick was lubricated enough and I pulled out, lining it up with Jemma’s shit hole,” I continued. “You need to help me push it in,” I said to Miranda.

Miranda leaned down, grabbing ahold of my cock and pushing it into Jemma’s ass. “Mmmmmmhhhhh, fuck. That’s it. Yes, fuck that ass.”

After Miranda made sure I was all the way in, she removed her hand and placed it on my shoulder. “Now what?” I asked, to which she sheepishly responded, “FUCK HER ASS.”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Jemma yelled out, her voice loud and clear.

“I SAID FUCK HER ASS, YOU DEAF BITCH!”

“That’s better,” Jemma replied, her eyes flashing with amusement. “Well, you heard the lady. Fuck that ass.”

I started slowly moving in and out of Jemma, letting her get used to my rock-hard cock. Finally, once I felt she could take me all the way, I picked up the speed. I pulled Miranda in close, getting a taste of those glorious tits that Jemma had kept to herself earlier.

Both ladies moaned now, as I continued to ream my cock in and out of Jemma’s ass, while I sucked on Miranda’s tits.

After a couple of minutes of mauling and sucking and licking her tits, I drew Miranda down for a kiss, keeping an ever-present mind on fucking Jemma up her ass, occasionally slapping her ass cheeks just to keep her in check.

With every slap, Jemma yelped, her head dropping and her body bucking under me.

“Oh, oh god. Fuck, fuhhhhh…,” she grunted, her asshole tightening and her hips vibrating as she rode out her first orgasm.

“Oh my” Miranda said, amazed at watching Jemma cum in front of her.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my hand around the back of Miranda’s neck.

“For what?” she responded.

“Walk in front of Jemma. Drop your Panties, and get down in front of her face. I want to watch her lick your pussy while I fuck her ass.”

“OK”