BACK TO THE RAMBLE
by RILAYAWRITERabout 2 hours ago
•medium read•intense intensityThe next time I stepped into the Ramble, I should’ve known better. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faintest hint of Maya’s dark, spicy perfume—like she’d already been here, waiting. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the trees, and I told myself I was just enjoying the quiet. That was my first lie. The second was thinking I could outsmart them.
A rustle in the bushes to my left. I turned, but before I could react, a blindfold—black, silk, *Maya’s*—was clamped over my eyes. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, hauling me backward against a hard body. Riley. I’d know her grip anywhere, the way her fingers dug into my hips like she was staking a claim.
“Did you *really* think we’d let you wander alone after last time?” Maya’s voice was a low purr in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. The blindfold was tight, but I didn’t need to see to know she was smirking. “Or did you just miss us that much?” I could’ve played it cool. Could’ve pretended this was a surprise. But the way Riley’s hands slid up under my blouse, her fingers already working the buttons free, sent a shiver down my spine. “Maybe I just like the view,” I shot back, my voice steadier than I felt.
Maya’s laugh was dark. “Oh, you’re going to *love* this one.” She spun me around, pressing my back against a tree, the rough bark digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my blouse. Riley didn’t waste time. My blouse was open in seconds, the cool air hitting my bare skin. Maya’s fingers traced the lace of my bra, her voice a whisper. “First adventure. The subway.” I raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see it. “The subway? You’re kidding.”
Riley’s hands slid around to my front, her fingers hooking into the cups of my bra, tugging them down. My breasts spilled free, the air cool against my nipples. “Do we *look* like we’re kidding?” She pinched one nipple, then the other, the sharp bite of pleasure making me gasp. Maya’s mouth was on my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point. “You remember, Topanga. That time you got *caught* with your dress hiked up, your panties around your ankles, and that guy’s look in the library.” “Okay, okay,” I breathed, my head falling back against the tree. “I remember.”
Riley’s hands dropped to my skirt, her fingers working the zipper. “What did you do when he sat next to you?” The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my heels and my bra, which was still dangling around my waist. Maya’s hands slid up my thighs, her touch possessive. “Did you spread your legs for him?” she murmured. “Did you let him touch you while the whole floor watched?” I bit my lip. “I let him *try*.” Maya’s chuckle was low, dark. “Good girl.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs. The cool air hit my pussy, but the heat in Riley’s gaze as she dropped to her knees in front of me was enough to burn it away.
Riley didn’t tease. Her mouth was on me in an instant, her tongue dragging a slow, wet path up my inner thigh before her lips closed around my clit. I locked my knees, my fingers gripping the bark behind me as pleasure shot through me. Maya’s hands slid up, gripping my breasts, her thumbs circling my nipples. “Fuck, you taste good,” Riley groaned against me, her voice muffled.
Maya’s lips brushed my ear. “Second adventure. The rooftop.” I gasped as Riley’s fingers joined her tongue, sliding inside me, filling me. “The the rooftop at the W?” My voice was ragged, my hips rocking against Riley’s mouth. Maya’s grin was wicked. “Mmm. The one with the glass walls.” Her hand slid down, her fingers joining Riley’s, both of them working me in tight, relentless circles. “Did you press your tits against the glass? Let them watch while you came?” I could barely think. “Yes.”
Riley pulled back, her voice a dark promise. “Then we’ll have to recreate it.” She stood, pressing her body against mine, her mouth crashing down on my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue, could feel the heat of her through her clothes. Maya’s hands didn’t stop, her fingers sliding between my legs, her thumb pressing against my clit. Maya broke the kiss, her breath hot against my lips. “On your knees.”
I didn’t hesitate. I sank to the damp earth, my hands braced on my thighs. Riley unzipped her jeans, her cock strapped on, thick. She gripped the base, her voice a low command. “Open.” I did, my lips parting as she guided the tip between them. The taste of latex and Riley’s musk filled my mouth as she pushed in, her hips rocking forward, filling my throat. Maya dropped to her knees behind me, her hands sliding up my back, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, her voice rough. “Taking her so well.”
Riley pulled back, her cock glistening with my saliva. “Third adventure. The alley.” Maya’s hands slid down, gripping my hips. “The one behind the jazz club.” Her fingers traced the crack of my ass, pressing against my tight ring. “Did you let them take you against the brick wall? Let them *fuck* you while the band played?” I groaned around Riley’s cock, my body trembling. Riley’s grip on my hair tightened, her voice a growl. “Answer her.” I pulled back, my lips slick, my voice a rasp. “Yes. Both of them. At once.”
Maya didn’t need more. She pressed something cold and smooth into my hand—a small bottle of lube. I didn’t question it. I slicked my fingers, reaching back to press them against my ass, working myself open. Riley’s cock was back in my mouth in an instant, her hips rocking, her breath ragged.
Maya’s fingers joined mine, her touch sure, possessive. “Fuck, you’re tight,” she murmured, her voice dark. “But you’ll take us, won’t you?”
I nodded, my mouth full, my body trembling with need. Riley pulled back, her cock sliding free with a wet pop. “On your hands and knees.” I shifted, my ass in the air, my pussy dripping. Maya’s hands slid up my back, pressing me down, her voice a low command. “Stay.” Riley didn’t waste time. She knelt behind me, her cock pressing against my slick entrance. She didn’t tease. She pushed in, her thickness stretching me, filling me. I cried out, my fingers digging into the earth as she bottomed out, her hips flush against my ass.
Maya dropped in front of me, her fingers gripping my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You want her to fuck you, Topanga?” I nodded, my voice a desperate rasp. “Please—” Riley didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled back, her cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, her hips snapping against mine. Maya’s mouth was on my clit in an instant, her tongue swirling, her fingers digging into my thighs.
Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, my body rocking between them, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Riley’s cock moved in and out of me, her grunts filling the quiet clearing. Maya’s tongue was relentless, her fingers pressing, circling, driving me higher. I could feel the orgasm building, a storm just beneath my skin. Riley’s hand slid around my hip, her fingers finding my clit, her touch rough, demanding. “Come for us,” she growled. “Now.”
I shattered. My body arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure wracked through me. Riley didn’t stop, her cock driving into me, her fingers wringing every last shudder from my body. Maya didn’t let up, her tongue lapping at me, her grip on my thighs bruising. When I finally sagged, my body trembling, my breath ragged, Riley pulled out, her cock glistening. Maya pressed a kiss to my thigh, her voice a dark chuckle. “Still think you’re in charge?”
I let out a breathless laugh, my body weak, my pussy throbbing. “Oh, darlings,” I panted. “I *let* you think that.” Riley barked out a laugh, her hand sliding up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Next time, we bring the strap-ons *and* the rope.” Maya grinned, her fingers tracing a path down my spine. “And then we *really* have fun.”
I shivered, but not from the cold. The promise in her voice was enough to make my pussy clench all over again. “Fine,” I breathed. “But when I get loose…” Maya leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “We’re counting on it.”
A rustle in the bushes to my left. I turned, but before I could react, a blindfold—black, silk, *Maya’s*—was clamped over my eyes. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, hauling me backward against a hard body. Riley. I’d know her grip anywhere, the way her fingers dug into my hips like she was staking a claim.
“Did you *really* think we’d let you wander alone after last time?” Maya’s voice was a low purr in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. The blindfold was tight, but I didn’t need to see to know she was smirking. “Or did you just miss us that much?” I could’ve played it cool. Could’ve pretended this was a surprise. But the way Riley’s hands slid up under my blouse, her fingers already working the buttons free, sent a shiver down my spine. “Maybe I just like the view,” I shot back, my voice steadier than I felt.
Maya’s laugh was dark. “Oh, you’re going to *love* this one.” She spun me around, pressing my back against a tree, the rough bark digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my blouse. Riley didn’t waste time. My blouse was open in seconds, the cool air hitting my bare skin. Maya’s fingers traced the lace of my bra, her voice a whisper. “First adventure. The subway.” I raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see it. “The subway? You’re kidding.”
Riley’s hands slid around to my front, her fingers hooking into the cups of my bra, tugging them down. My breasts spilled free, the air cool against my nipples. “Do we *look* like we’re kidding?” She pinched one nipple, then the other, the sharp bite of pleasure making me gasp. Maya’s mouth was on my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point. “You remember, Topanga. That time you got *caught* with your dress hiked up, your panties around your ankles, and that guy’s look in the library.” “Okay, okay,” I breathed, my head falling back against the tree. “I remember.”
Riley’s hands dropped to my skirt, her fingers working the zipper. “What did you do when he sat next to you?” The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my heels and my bra, which was still dangling around my waist. Maya’s hands slid up my thighs, her touch possessive. “Did you spread your legs for him?” she murmured. “Did you let him touch you while the whole floor watched?” I bit my lip. “I let him *try*.” Maya’s chuckle was low, dark. “Good girl.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs. The cool air hit my pussy, but the heat in Riley’s gaze as she dropped to her knees in front of me was enough to burn it away.
Riley didn’t tease. Her mouth was on me in an instant, her tongue dragging a slow, wet path up my inner thigh before her lips closed around my clit. I locked my knees, my fingers gripping the bark behind me as pleasure shot through me. Maya’s hands slid up, gripping my breasts, her thumbs circling my nipples. “Fuck, you taste good,” Riley groaned against me, her voice muffled.
Maya’s lips brushed my ear. “Second adventure. The rooftop.” I gasped as Riley’s fingers joined her tongue, sliding inside me, filling me. “The the rooftop at the W?” My voice was ragged, my hips rocking against Riley’s mouth. Maya’s grin was wicked. “Mmm. The one with the glass walls.” Her hand slid down, her fingers joining Riley’s, both of them working me in tight, relentless circles. “Did you press your tits against the glass? Let them watch while you came?” I could barely think. “Yes.”
Riley pulled back, her voice a dark promise. “Then we’ll have to recreate it.” She stood, pressing her body against mine, her mouth crashing down on my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue, could feel the heat of her through her clothes. Maya’s hands didn’t stop, her fingers sliding between my legs, her thumb pressing against my clit. Maya broke the kiss, her breath hot against my lips. “On your knees.”
I didn’t hesitate. I sank to the damp earth, my hands braced on my thighs. Riley unzipped her jeans, her cock strapped on, thick. She gripped the base, her voice a low command. “Open.” I did, my lips parting as she guided the tip between them. The taste of latex and Riley’s musk filled my mouth as she pushed in, her hips rocking forward, filling my throat. Maya dropped to her knees behind me, her hands sliding up my back, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, her voice rough. “Taking her so well.”
Riley pulled back, her cock glistening with my saliva. “Third adventure. The alley.” Maya’s hands slid down, gripping my hips. “The one behind the jazz club.” Her fingers traced the crack of my ass, pressing against my tight ring. “Did you let them take you against the brick wall? Let them *fuck* you while the band played?” I groaned around Riley’s cock, my body trembling. Riley’s grip on my hair tightened, her voice a growl. “Answer her.” I pulled back, my lips slick, my voice a rasp. “Yes. Both of them. At once.”
Maya didn’t need more. She pressed something cold and smooth into my hand—a small bottle of lube. I didn’t question it. I slicked my fingers, reaching back to press them against my ass, working myself open. Riley’s cock was back in my mouth in an instant, her hips rocking, her breath ragged.
Maya’s fingers joined mine, her touch sure, possessive. “Fuck, you’re tight,” she murmured, her voice dark. “But you’ll take us, won’t you?”
I nodded, my mouth full, my body trembling with need. Riley pulled back, her cock sliding free with a wet pop. “On your hands and knees.” I shifted, my ass in the air, my pussy dripping. Maya’s hands slid up my back, pressing me down, her voice a low command. “Stay.” Riley didn’t waste time. She knelt behind me, her cock pressing against my slick entrance. She didn’t tease. She pushed in, her thickness stretching me, filling me. I cried out, my fingers digging into the earth as she bottomed out, her hips flush against my ass.
Maya dropped in front of me, her fingers gripping my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You want her to fuck you, Topanga?” I nodded, my voice a desperate rasp. “Please—” Riley didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled back, her cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, her hips snapping against mine. Maya’s mouth was on my clit in an instant, her tongue swirling, her fingers digging into my thighs.
Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, my body rocking between them, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Riley’s cock moved in and out of me, her grunts filling the quiet clearing. Maya’s tongue was relentless, her fingers pressing, circling, driving me higher. I could feel the orgasm building, a storm just beneath my skin. Riley’s hand slid around my hip, her fingers finding my clit, her touch rough, demanding. “Come for us,” she growled. “Now.”
I shattered. My body arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure wracked through me. Riley didn’t stop, her cock driving into me, her fingers wringing every last shudder from my body. Maya didn’t let up, her tongue lapping at me, her grip on my thighs bruising. When I finally sagged, my body trembling, my breath ragged, Riley pulled out, her cock glistening. Maya pressed a kiss to my thigh, her voice a dark chuckle. “Still think you’re in charge?”
I let out a breathless laugh, my body weak, my pussy throbbing. “Oh, darlings,” I panted. “I *let* you think that.” Riley barked out a laugh, her hand sliding up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Next time, we bring the strap-ons *and* the rope.” Maya grinned, her fingers tracing a path down my spine. “And then we *really* have fun.”
I shivered, but not from the cold. The promise in her voice was enough to make my pussy clench all over again. “Fine,” I breathed. “But when I get loose…” Maya leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “We’re counting on it.”