Chapter 12 - Wednesday
by Sophie

Our bedroom door opens and Emma comes in to join Jon and me. My hand continues to hold his desire while my attention switches to Emma.

"Morning," I say.

"Yeah," she says somewhat annoyed, "Dave's still asleep and not looking like he's going to wake any time soon."

"I'm not surprised," Jon says.

I look at him, maybe he's still waking up, but there's an edge to his comment.

"I couldn't concentrate on my book last night for all the noise you three were making," Jon continues.

It is obvious to Emma and I that he has woken up with a bad attitude.

"I think you should tell me more," I say, anger stirring in me, my hand no longer touching him.

"I watched the three of you ..."

"I'm going. You two clearly need to talk." Emma cuts him off.

"Stay," I say quickly. I don't know where this is going but, "A knight must always speak openly and honestly with his princess and for this vacation you are also Jon's princess."

She sits back down on the bed cross-legged between our legs affording Jon and me a nice view of her pleasure. I turn to look at Jon to find out what the hell is his problem.

"Talk." I command.

"You all went to bed and left me alone. You didn't shut the door, though I doubt it would have made much difference to the noise. I sat for a while listening. I got up to get a beer and watched from the doorway for a while at your tangled bodies on the bed, fucking and licking and sucking and groaning and moaning."

If his intention is to make me angry, it's working, but I hold my fire, for now.

"I couldn't watch any more as he pounded into you." Jon continues, "It was horrible. I tried to read, but all I could see and hear were the three of you. It took ages to get to sleep."

I am fuming, how dare he say that, we had an amazing evening. He gets it full blast. "You selfish bastard." I can't look at him. I look to see if Emma is as pissed as I am. She isn't.

"What's this about?" Emma asks in a tone that is far too gentle for his attitude.

He doesn't reply.

"I won't shout. This isn't the Jon I know and adore, something is wrong." She coaxes him, "A knight always communicates honestly with his princess."

"Why do I always get left out?" he complains.

"I've had enough of this attitude Jon, I do not want to be on vacation with a petulant teenager. Get your act together. I'm going to get some breakfast."

I am so pissed with him I need to get away from him. I storm out of the bedroom.
 
 
I realize that it is nearly lunch, I've calmed down from being so pissed at Jon and his stroppy mood this morning. I also realize that I have been on my own all morning by the pool. It's been lovely working on my all over tan, I didn't have a choice when I stormed out of the bedroom naked, there’s no way I was going back in. Dave still hasn't surfaced and I have no idea what Emma and Jon have been up to.

I cringe when I think about calling him a selfish bastard, that was out of order, I mean how was that being selfish, he was left out. If anyone was being selfish it was me, I want to have my cake and to eat it, which now I think about it, Jon wants me to have to, well most of the time he does. I forget just how lucky I am. I close my eyes and consider how amazing my knight is and all the fun activities we have, his energy powering our fabulous lives.

"Morning you harsh bitch."

I open my eyes to see Emma sitting down on the next lounger.

"I know." I say with contrition. "I am a selfish bitch. How's Jon?"

"Fucking excellent. His tongue has spent two hours between my legs and I am so weak I didn't think I'd make it out to the pool to call you a bitch."

"Well I'm glad you made it," I say. It would seem his temporary princess has done a way better job than his permanent princess.

"We talked for a while after you stormed out. You need to cut him some slack, it has been two weeks since his last release, there is a shed load of sex going on, he's not having joy while Dave is fucking both of us and cumming morning, noon and night right in front of Jon. Give him a break."

"He quite often goes two weeks without release," I say without enthusiasm.

"Maybe, but not in such an erotic environment as this," Emma points out. "Though I have to say I am really, really, really enjoying his energy being off the scale."

"Fuck off," I say "Just because you got to have fun while I sat out here all alone because I'm a selfish bitch, doesn't mean you need to rub it in." I take a breath, "OK. How do I fix this?"

Over the next half hour we make some plans.
 
 
"Would you be a sport and clear away dinner, Sophie and I have some plans," Emma asks Dave.

"I guess so. Can you give me a hand Jon."

"No he can't," Emma says as Jon stands up to help Dave. "Be a big boy and sort things out on your own." She puts her hand on Jon's behind.

Emma stands up, smacks Jon playfully on the behind, "We've got plans for you."

I notice that Jon's mood is still a bit sullen, although it brightens a bit when Emma takes hold of his desire and leads him to our bedroom.

My job now is to give Dave a tiny bit of sugar, I walk over to him and kiss him passionately for a couple of minutes.

"Good night." I say to him breaking away. "We'll see you in the morning." He should be left in no doubt that he's on his own for the rest of the evening and through the night. I follow Emma and Jon, shutting the door behind me.
 
 
Jon is standing at the bottom of the bed, his eyes fixed on Emma who is lying on the bed playing with herself, giving him a show. His desire is clearly appreciating the view.

I slip out of my bikini and stand behind Jon making sure he can feel my naked flesh against his back. My hand reaches round his hip to his erection.

"I am sorry," I begin.

"No I should be sorry, I was really grumpy ..."

I let go of his desire to put my finger on his lips.

"Shhh. Enjoy the view. Feel me pressing into your back. Listen. You don't need to be sorry, I wasn't devoted to your needs. We've been having lots of fun and I need to admit you have been on the outside too often. A princess is devoted to her knight and I have failed to live up to that expectation. I hope this evening will help you to forgive me."

My hand returns to playing with his desire and balls, my breasts press firmly into his back. Emma's fingers toy with her nipples, stroke her pleasure. I watch around Jon's shoulder as Emma slips a finger into her pleasure.

Her fingers work to edge her closer and closer to an orgasm, Jon and I watch her fingers intently, both living the build up with her. Time stands still, our focus is totally on Emma. She is close to the point of no return.

Her hand stops. Her breathing hard and ragged, close to release.

"Do you want me to cum?"

I see her eyes looking straight towards Jon's but I can't see if he is returning her look or if he is still focused on her pleasure.

"O fuck, yes, cum," Jon urges. "Do you want my tongue?"

Emma closes her eyes, fingers herself eagerly for a minute. She arches her back up off the bed crying out in ecstasy. I don't recall the last time Jon's erection was quite so hard.

We continue to watch her for a couple of minutes, which offers him a chance to recover from such high arousal.

Emma gets off the bed to stand beside Jon, I move to his side as well, we both kneel down facing each other. Emma and I kiss with his desire caught between our mouths.

I don't look up to Jon's face because the massive sigh he makes tells me this is a very pleasant experience.

Between us we spend a long time licking and sucking his desire and balls. Sometimes I am licking his balls while Emma sucks his desire, other times we are both focused on his desire, other times she has his balls in her mouth, his desire in mine.

"Please," Jon pleads suddenly. "I need you to stop."

I let his desire slip out of my mouth. Emma takes her mouth away. Jon thrusts his hips wildly, his erection waving trying to gain attention.

"You alright?" I ask as his thrusting slows.

"I need to calm down a bit. I can't believe I've told you to stop."

"Have a lie down," Emma suggests. He steps forward and then falls face down onto the bed.

Emma and I exchange a glance before we both move to lie either side of him and gently caress his back.

After ten minutes Jon turns over of his own accord, his erection diminished but still present.

"Move up the bed a bit," I say. He pushes up to just below the pillows where I stop him. We kiss each other.

When we separate Emma moves to sit astride him. She takes hold of his desire. She slides it between her lips, back and forth, circles her clit. Coating the head of his desire with her juices, she works to give herself pleasure.

Again Jon and I watch Emma arousing her pleasure. The angle she sits at affords us a very clear view of how his desire is being used, how it parts her lips. How she applies pressure to her clit. I sense her orgasm is approaching.

His desire toys with the entrance to her pleasure for a moment. It rubs her clit back and forth with speed until all movement is stopped, her body shaking in climax for the second time.

Her hand lets go of his desire which slaps against his stomach. We kiss hard, tongues twisting, desperate for satisfaction. Speaking of which, I need release.

I encourage Emma to swap places with me. I sit astride my knight so I can offer a repeat performance. He watches me as I sit on his desire, slick from Emma and getting slicker from me. I thrust my hips towards him along the top of his desire then back. I lean forward to get more contact on my clit.

This is less than joy, it will take me longer to reach climax but, climax I will. My arousal grows and grows until all I can do is press my pleasure against his desire as my orgasm hits.
 
 
I can't believe he has enjoyed all this pleasing without ejaculating. He really is a marvel. We give him a devotional cuddle for half an hour, I don't know if he needs such a long rest, but I do.

My contrition is about to make an offer that takes me right out of my comfort zone, I am going to offer to do something that I would not choose, but if he wants me to then tonight I will.

"It is time for pleasure kissing," I say. Emma knows what is coming next, "We both want to receive a pleasure kiss, and you get to decide which one of us licks Emma and then which one of you licks me."