Two Are Better Than One

A/N:

That title's from the Bible. Really, it is. I am going straight to hell.

For all that he had been coming (so to speak) there for over a decade, Snape’s file card was not very elaborate. On the “Bother” scale he rated only two out of five pricks. These he earned for—in addition to the “no shaved twats” entry—a “generally disagreeable personality,” “no touching of the body,” “doesn’t give a monkey’s whether you get off or not, but really gets his mad up if you fake it,” and “Never tips but will sometimes give free samples.”

Under “Preferences” were listed, among others, “Blowjobs (prefers) & handjobs, no fucking,” “Never a prob to get him up,” “Will wank while watching you do same.” The “Yes” box was ticked next to “Filthy talk?” and the words, “cunt,” “whore,” and “fuck” were scribbled in beside it. In the “Dom/Sub” box, “Dom” was circled, although he merited only a “mild” on the scale, and someone had penciled in, “Doesn’t really like to hurt you but likes to think you think he will.” In the blank after “Prem. Ej.?” was written, “Every once in a while but who’s complaining?”

The most recent addition, at the bottom of the card in Zelda’s loopy schoolgirl hand, was “Wants to watch. Preferably people he knows, esp. LM.”

Amanda watched as Snape took off his frock coat and waistcoat and hung them on a hook; he then sat in a chair by the bed. She knelt down and untied his shoes and slipped them off, then reached for his shirt buttons, but he grabbed her wrist. “No, you first. The two of you, on the bed. And take that thing off,” he said, gesturing dismissively at Amanda’s corset, a green satin affair with black lace overlay, which she thought suited her coloring and on which she had spent half a week’s pay at Lula’s Lascivious Lingerie.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and took his cock in his hand as she slowly unfastened the front hooks of the corset. This was Amanda’s first time with him, and she noticed that his cock was already in a state of anticipatory semi-erection. Never a prob, indeed.

Her full, creamy breasts—of which she was justifiably proud—spilled out as she unhooked the corset, and Malavi came up behind her and reached around and took them in her hands, brushing the pink nipples with her thumbs, making them pucker and harden.

Snape leaned back in the chair and slowly began stroking his now rigid cock. Amanda tossed the corset into his lap, but he swatted it aside, never taking his gaze off the two women. His black eyes were dark with hunger, the head of his cock engorged and purple as his fist moved up and down on the shaft.

She turned and kissed Malavi’s delicate mouth, her tongue flickering in and out, and slid her hands down the smaller woman’s back, grasping her arse and pulling her up against her. She could hear Snape’s breathing quicken, and she slipped a finger into Malavi’s dripping cunt, brushing across her swollen clit and making her moan with pleasure. Turning away, she stepped over to Snape and wiped the wet finger across his upper lip. “You do like to smell cunt, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear.

His eyes widened, and he inhaled deeply, pumping his fist faster as the first drops of clear fluid appeared at the end of his cock.

Amanda reached down and put her hand over his. “Not yet,” she said softly. “We’re just getting started here.”

Then she crossed back over to the bed, where Malavi lay waiting, her dark skin gleaming under a translucent white babydoll negligee. Amanda unfastened its single button and pushed it to either side, revealing small, perfect breasts topped with dark brown nipples already hard with desire. She licked one gently, then sucked it into her mouth and felt Malavi’s slender body rise beneath her. She bit the nipple gently, and the other woman whimpered and buried her hands in Amanda’s silky red hair.

Amanda looked across at Snape and raised her eyebrows in a question.

“Lick each other,” he said thickly.

Obediently, she turned around and straddled Malavi, working her way backward until her cunt was in range of Malavi’s eager tongue. Then she lowered her face into the other woman’s neatly trimmed black curls and sought out the swollen nub. Just as her tongue found it, she felt her own clit explode with sensation as Malavi’s lips and teeth sucked and nipped expertly at it. She moaned, stroking her tongue across Malavi’s hard clit and hearing the other woman cry out with pleasure.

Snape stood, and when his trousers fell to his ankles he removed them, along with his boxers, and came and knelt down at the foot of the bed.

“Show me,” he said, gathering up Amanda’s long red hair and sweeping it to one side. She looked up at him, then spread the lips of Malavi’s cunt with her fingers, exposing the engorged button of her clit. Careful not to block his view, she flicked across it with her tongue again and again, feeling it grow even harder as she teased it.

Snape reached out a long, slender forefinger and slid it inside Malavi’s wet cunt. “Oh, yes,” she cried. “Oh, finger-fuck me, oh, please, yes!” He pushed in two fingers, then three, and Amanda licked and sucked furiously at the swollen clit as he worked his fingers in and out. “Oh, god!” Malavi cried, twisting and writhing underneath her. “Oh, yes, lick my clit! Right there! Oh god, oh please, make me come, make me come, oh yes!” There was a rush of fluid onto Snape’s hand, and she gave a long, shuddering sigh and was still.

“Now you,” said Snape to Amanda. “Lie down.”

She got off Malavi, who went down to the foot of the bed and knelt next to Snape. Amanda lay back and beckoned to him. “Up here,” she said, “over my face.”

“But I want to see her lick your cunt,” he protested.

“I know,” she said. “Come on, I’ll show you. I have done this once or twice before.” She grinned.

He climbed awkwardly onto the bed. He was lean to the point of boniness, but better that than the salad-dodgers they sometimes got in, like that conceited lump Slughorn, she thought. He had left his socks on, and one of his big toes protruded through a rather large hole. She might have found this amusing if her attention had not been focused so intently on the throbbing between her own legs. She guided him so that he was kneeling over her, facing toward her feet, his balls hanging directly over her mouth, and she licked them gently.

“Oh, Christ,” he said, and began pumping his cock with his fist. Amanda felt Malavi’s tongue begin to work her clit, and she moaned. She sucked at Snape’s balls, which had tightened and drawn up into their sack. “Oh, god, yes,” he said, stroking harder and faster.

Malavi was sucking hard on her clit, and then slid her thumb into Amanda’s cunt, while her forefinger pushed up into her anus. “Oh, fuck, Malavi,” gasped Amanda. “Nobody licks pussy like you do, nobody.”

She grasped Snape’s buttocks and spread them slightly, then licked in a circle around his anus. The feeling of Malavi’s tongue on her clit, and her fingers working inside her, was so intense that it was hard to concentrate on what she was doing.

She probed gently into his anus with her tongue, and when he responded with a groan, she began slipping her tongue in and out as he stroked himself, the three of them keeping the same rhythm. Malavi’s teeth nipped at her clit, and she couldn’t hold off any longer; she came hard and screamed out, her cry muffled by Snape’s arse above her face. At once she felt his balls tense, and he said, “Oh, fuck yes, I’m coming, oh, god, oh fuck, fuck . . . aaaahhh!” and she felt the hot liquid falling in spurts onto her belly.

Ah, well, she thought. Maybe next time.