Published: September 26th 2024, 11:00:06 am
"Go and suck Thomas's dick."
I felt my heart miss a beat. I stared at Missy, then Thomas, then Kiara and Danielle. James's eyes widened, and then his mouth made a little 'oh' and he smiled.
Kiara and Danielle traded conspiratorial glances. Missy withdrew from Thomas, who shifted on the couch where he and Missy sat. Moving together, Kiara and Danielle slid forward onto their hands and knees and began to crawl towards Thomas. Face flushed, he parted his legs—which I couldn't help but notice were shaved smooth—and Kiara, who reached him first, rose up towards his hips. Hands clasping him on either side, she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck.
Kiara only had a few moments' head start before Danielle joined her, coming down low to suck on Thomas's hairless balls. They worked Thomas like that for nearly half a minute before Danielle raised her head and Kiara pulled back. In perfect coordination, they dragged their tongues up and down along Thomas's cock. They repeated the motion, over and over, until his shaft gleamed with saliva.
Kiara was quickly showing that she loved a good performance nearly as much as Missy. She leaned fully and unabashedly into her role, rolling her eyes in exaggerated ecstasy as she worked the length of Thomas's hardening cock. And Danielle, whom I'd only ever seen calm and detached, had developed a deep flush across her pale, freckled cheeks. Thomas didn't make a sound, but I could see the tightening in the line of his shoulders and the curl of his fingers as his hand clamped around Missy's thigh.
"Oh, you like that, sweetie, don't you?" cooed Missy, stroking Thomas's forearm as she watched. Though technically she and Thomas had won the game, it was clear this reward was for Missy, and Missy alone. The rest of us were simply lucky to be there, to witness Missy's whims in action. "Would you like some more to drink?" Missy added to Kiara and Danielle, almost as an afterthought.
"Yes, please," said Kiara in a low purr as Danielle said, "Hell yes." Missy reached for the bottle of tequila. She unscrewed the cap and tipped just the barest amount onto Thomas's cock and into the women's opened mouths. Kiara's throat convulsed as she swallowed, following the traces of the liquid up his shaft with her tongue. Closing her mouth, she gave a deep moan.
Danielle let Kiara take all of Thomas's cock. Instead, her hands slipped down to thumb Thomas's balls. Whereas they once had hung loose in their sac, now his scrotum was pulled tight against the swell of his desire. Danielle played with it, moving the bulge up against his erection as Kiara sucked.
The eruption of Thomas's desire started with a low hitched breath. His hands tightened, one on Missy, the other on his knee. His chest heaved, and then he spasmed, eyes fluttering shut and emitting a soft gasping moan. I could see the tension unwind from his chest down to his stomach. Kiara and Danielle shifted so that they waited on their knees, cheek to cheek, as Thomas ejaculated into their open mouths. The women swallowed, Kiara's tongue darting out to lick the drops that missed. Danielle primly reached for a tissue and began to dab at her face, like she'd just wrapped up a particularly messy meal.
"How was that, your Ladyship?" Danielle asked Missy, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Perfect. Only..." Missy leaned back into the couch, arms behind her head. "Now, I'm feeling a little hot myself." She nudged Thomas with her foot. "Come on, darling, what say you give me a little love?"
"As you wish," Thomas said, his first words since the game had ended. He obediently slid down to the floor on his knees.
Missy spread herself before Thomas, and I caught a glimpse of her wet, glistening pussy before it disappeared beneath his mouth. It seemed to me that he had memorized the curves and folds of her body, that he could have easily done it blindfolded (and something told me maybe he might have). He lapped at her, swirling his tongue over her. When he brought a hand up to finish her, however, Missy stopped him with a single, light touch.
"Not now," Missy said. She looked at James, who suddenly perked up and sat a little straighter. His attention reminded me of a pet dog, anticipating a scrap from its master's table. "What I really want right now...is some cock." She looked back at Thomas and smiled. Thomas lifted his head, gazing up at her through the dark sweep of his lashes. "And you can't really give me that right now, can you? I mean, look at you. Your little dick is as limp as a noodle."
Thomas could have pointed out this was entirely her fault, since it had been her idea to have her friends blow him. But he didn't. Despite my initial startled blush, I was starting to realize these little jibes and digs were part of their game. Some part of Thomas enjoyed the humiliation. So instead of giving Missy any sass, he said instead, "Then what would you have me do, Ma'am?"
"Come up here beside me," Missy said, patting the cushions next to her. "Watch as a man with a real cock makes me cum."
"Er, where did we put the condoms?" James asked.
Although Missy restrained herself, we could all feel her roll her eyes in exasperation. "Over there, by the tissues," she said, pointing. James, looking a little abashed, hurried off to get himself adequately suited up.
When he returned, a condom placed over his hard-on, he asked respectfully, "Need me to warm you up?"
"Oh, I think Thomas got me plenty warmed up," Missy purred.
That was all the invitation James, who clearly thought Missy was the hottest person he'd ever seen, needed. Shaking himself out just a little, he approached Missy, who watched him with a lazy feline gaze. It was like she had somehow tricked a juicy morsel to willingly walk itself into her awaiting jaw, and all she had to do was remember to close her mouth and swallow. Danielle settled herself on a nearby couch with a fresh drink to watch. Her role in the action over for the time being, she had the air of a spectator at a horse race.
I didn't get to see James begin to fuck Missy. I was startled out of my silent, open-mouthed voyeurism by the feel of someone stroking me on the arm. I turned to see Kiara, who had come up right alongside me.
"No reason to leave them to have all the fun," Kiara said, and there was the barest note of impatience in her voice. She didn't like that the center of attention had shifted now to James, her own presence forgotten. She was not ready to sit back and let others have all the fun.
"Wh-what do you want to do?" I asked. I had found myself perversely enjoying the spectacle of Missy maneuvering all her friends into acts of fornication, but now with Kiara drawing me out of my passive role, I found myself feeling nervous.
"Nothing you don't want to do," Kiara said, fluttering her eyelashes. "Just... I want someone to play with me. Can you do that?"
She leaned back against the armchair I'd been propped up against and stretched, showing off the supple curves of her body. With a long, manicured nail, she circled the aureoles of her breasts, inviting me to engage.
"Um, okay," was my graceless reply. "I can try..."
"There's some lube over by the condoms," Kiara pointed out helpfully.
Taking the hint, I scrambled to my feet. My eyes drifted towards the James/Missy/Thomas tangle. James, his face red with drink and exertion, was slowly pistoning into Missy's hips while Missy and Thomas kissed, her hands tangled up in Thomas's hair. James was nothing but a prop in their interaction; he could just have easily been a vibrating dildo for all the attention Missy was paying him. Still, he didn't seem to mind. As I stepped past them to grab the bottle of lubricant on the side table, I heard Missy toss a few crumbs James's way: "Just like that. Yeah, that's right, unghhh..."
When I returned to Kiara, she reached for me and pulled me down into a kiss. I fumbled my way into a seat beside her as she locked her arms around me. Our tongues slid together, and I could taste the traces of the tequila and cum in her mouth. The thought of having the taste of Thomas on my tongue aroused me. I put my free hand on her cheek and gave it as good as I got.
Knowing what Kiara wanted, I let my hands begin to wander. I hadn't ever had sex with a girl, unless you counted the one time I nearly hooked up with another girl while drunk at a college party. Belatedly, it occurred to me that maybe I was drunk right now, so maybe circumstances weren't that different after all... But I felt free and bold, empowered by Kiara's obvious enjoyment of my hands on her body. She gave a loud, throaty sigh as my hands wandered lower and lower, kneading the folds and tracing her curves. As I paused, debating how to proceed with the task that she had given me, Kiara took charge and grabbed my hand, placed it smack in between her legs.
"Take it like it's yours," Kiara said, her eyes locked on mine.
Thinking about what I liked to do for myself, I began to stroke a finger down the length of her cunt. She was already wet and warm, but I added some lube. My finger slipped frictionlessly on the delicate skin of her labia. Kiara tilted her head back, eyes fluttering.
"Can I go in?" I asked her shyly.
"Yes, please."
I dipped my fingers inside, up to the first joint. Her wetness sucked my fingers in easily, pressing warm soft weight against them. Her body convulsed slightly, coaxing me to pry further. So I obeyed, slipping my index finger as far as I could go. Then my middle finger. Her body digested the additional digit, then loosened reflexively. More.
With three fingers inside Kiara and a few more drops of lubricant to set us through, I began to finger-fuck her. Kiara received my attentions graciously. She arched her back, moaned, pulled me closer.
"Yes, my god, yes!" she cried.
I felt strangely aggressive as I leaned over Kiara, increasing the speed of my short thrusts. My fingers slipping in and out of her pussy made wet slurping noises, audible even over the electropop music still playing over the speakers.
"Faster!" Kiara urged.
"Like this?"
"Yes!"
I went faster and harder, the muscles in my arm burning. I didn't dare look away, not now. I felt anchored by the responsibility of seeing Kiara through to her orgasm. With my free hand, I placed a thumb over her hardened clit and began to circle it slowly.
"Talk dirty to me, Mama," Kiara breathed, looking up at me with her doe dark eyes.
I felt my cheeks warm. Dirty talk had never really been something my partners had gone for before, but maybe I could give it a try...
"Do you like being finger-fucked?" I ventured in a low voice. "And don't lie to me; I can see it on your face."
Kiara seemed to like that. Her lips curved into a smile and her eyes fluttered. "Yes, oh yes... More..."
"You've got the wettest, greediest cunt I've ever seen. It's just sucking me up."
My words hung in the air for a beat too long. Heart racing, I racked my mind for something else to say that would bring Kiara back into the dialogue.
"You liked sucking Thomas's cock, didn't you?"
"I did," whispered Kiara.
"Slut."
"I guess I am a little bit, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are... Are you going to come for me, now?"
"Y-yes... Just a little more..."
My own breath had become unsteady. "What about if I do this?" I increased the pressure on her clit.
"Yyyess!" Kiara cried, her voice breaking mid-way as she gave the loudest orgasm I'd ever heard. It was almost funny...scratch that, it was funny, and even as I kept my fingers moving inside her, I didn't quite manage to smother a giggle.
Kiara, opening an eye and seeing my face, giggled too.
Her body spasmed around my fingers, clenching and unclenching. When I was sure her orgasm was finished, I withdrew my hand. It was slick with lube and female wet, and I held it out and away from myself.
"Tissues are over there," Kiara said helpfully, pointing. Back on the table with the lube and the condoms.
"Missy really does think of everything," I said, and my words inexplicably sent us both into a fit of giggles.
I got to my feet and headed towards the box of tissues. Over by the sofa area, it seemed Missy had finally relented and permitted James to cum. Now, it was most definitely her turn to have her moment, and she demanded her pound of flesh for her patience. Kneeling at her feet were James and Thomas, side by side, lapping at her cunt like a pair of weaning puppies. She was sitting back against the cushions, laughing at them and periodically tipping more tequila onto her own cunt.
"How do you like my pussy-lickers?" Missy asked me coyly, seeing me watching her.
"Seems like a lot," I said honestly, which caused Missy to laugh even harder. I took the opportunity to swipe a tissue and dry my fingers off of their filth.
"Can never have too much," Missy said, fondly petting the two boys on the head.
When Missy did come, crying out and tightening her fingers in fistfuls of hair, she was nowhere near as loud or as showy as Kiara. But she commanded the room's attention all the same. Everything, from her stuttering breath to her final exhale of deep satisfaction, was suspiciously pitch-perfect, and I wondered whether that sense of bone-deep fulfillment she exuded was as much for the men as it was for herself.
In the aftermath, we rinsed off in the bathrooms adjoining the main area. James cracked open one of the gallons of ice cream and Missy washed down all that tequila with some sparkling white wine. Kiara and Danielle talked about more vacation plans and Thomas read aloud that the weather tomorrow was supposed to be partly cloudy, but no rain. It occurred to me how strange it all was that this group of friends that had been fucking each other so passionately just a half-hour before was now carrying on like nothing unusual had happened. At least, until...
"Oh, I forgot," Missy said abruptly, in a tone of such deliberate casualness that she had all of us immediately turning to look at her. "Thomas, come here."
Thomas, who had changed into a different T-shirt and pair of shorts, slid off the barstool upon which he'd been perched.
"Yes?" he asked, his dark eyes turned towards hers.
"For the weekend," Missy said with a little smile. She had in her hands a black leather collar that she raised up toward Thomas. He obliged her by lowering his head, waiting patiently as she buckled it around his neck. I watched as she slid a couple fingers beneath the collar, testing its tightness. "Wear it well."
Thomas grabbed her hand before she could lower it and, to my faint surprise, kissed Missy's palm. The small little gesture sent shivers through me in a way nothing else I'd seen that night really had.
"Thank you, Ma'am," Thomas said.
Missy glowed, and I could see that beneath her cool girl act, she truly loved Thomas with every fiber of her being. "You're welcome."