I jumped slightly as I felt a warmth envelope me from behind. Maggie was pressing up against my back and reached her arms around me forcing them between Amy and I. I moaned loudly as she cupped my breast with her left hand and her right travelled south and grabbed my pussy. At the same time she thrust her hips forward and began to grind into my ass.

Two things happened. The force of her grinding was pushing our trapped hands together and increasing the pressure on both mine and Amy’s clits. Secondly she began talking softly into our embrace.

‘Well,well Spencer Carlin. It looks like you’ve been having fun without me you dirty little bitch.’ I moaned as my clit jumped in response. My hips bucked eliciting a moan from Amy as I pushed forward into her.

‘So what did you do to her hmmm?’ she continued in the same low tone. ‘She’s obviously had a taste of your charms and I’m curious to know what I missed out on.’ I didn’t answer. I was too caught up in kissing Amy, the hot press of our bodies and my throbbing clit.

‘Did she make you her bitch Amy?’ she asked. I knew she wasn’t expecting an answer. She was playing with us. ‘Did she get inside your head and give you everything you wanted? Did she possess you so completely that you lost sight of yourself? Did you scream her name as you came praying that the feeling would never end? Did she fuck you with a thick, rubber cock until all you could think about was her?’ her husky voice taunted.

This last comment was just too much for my hormone fogged brain to take.

I growled fiercely as I pulled my mouth away from Amy’s leaving her panting. I released her hands and spun around, breaking Maggie’s hold on me. I wrapped both arms around Maggie’s waist as I half carried her and barrelled towards the bed where I threw her down roughly on her back, shucked my jeans off and quickly straddled her waist. I pushed my hips down into her center and grabbed her hands. Leaning forward I raised her arms above her head and pinned her to the bed with my body.