Lora 16 - Endings and Beginnings

A few friends have asked for a story from Lora's perspective. Putting aside my bruised ego, we hope you'll enjoy it as much as we did writing it.

Owen's writes:

"I'd like that - Owen?" Lora said, turning to me, hoping I would be as happy to accept Tessa's dinner invitation for tomorrow.

Before I had a chance to answer, Will interjected that they were going to be tied up with his parents for an out-of-town dinner.

Tessa made a face, clearly disappointed.

"Um, you have cum... a lot of cum actually, right here," Tasha said to Lora, pointing to her hair and forehead above her left eye.

Lora went almost cross-eyed trying to locate the wayward semen, but gave up and shrugged.

'So when do you want to see us?" She asked.

I was more concerned about ironing out a possible start date for work, but kept quiet. Having this conversation with my future boss was awkward enough, being essentially naked.

"What about two weeks from Friday?" Will suggested. "We can celebrate your first week."

"That would be great," I said before Tessa or Lora could voice their obvious disappointment at a date almost 3 weeks away. "I'll give my notice Monday."

We all began getting dressed again. The silence was kind of awkward, but what do you say to your future boss while he and his wife put on their underwear?

"It is getting late, and we should give the sitter a break for a change," Will said, smiling and again staring at Lora's cleavage. "That was the best pizza party ever. Thank you!"

Lora slid between him and Tessa as they prepared to leave, kissed him, and told him how much she was looking forward to dinner later in the month. She turned to Tessa and hugged and kissed her. I hugged Tessa, but it was awkward, and neither of us looked each other in the eyes.

The couple left, leaving Lora and me staring at each other.

"You ... Were ... fucking ... awesome - fuck, I love you!" I yelled, lifting her in my arms. Shocked at first, she wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed.

"Was it too much?" She asked.

"Fuck no," I answered. "If you did that to me, I would have offered you one of my kids."

She laughed then winced; her foot clearly bothering her.

"But baby, you have to take it easy or at least be honest about how your leg feels," I chastised her.

"Oh, there it is," she said, ignoring me and swiping at the string of cum that had now reached the edge of her eyebrow. "I'm fine. Better than fine. Fucking great. Tired, though."

In probably our sexiest moment, we fell asleep in front of the TV.

Lora writes:

The next two weeks were a blur. I felt like a complete wimp as I caved to the pain in my foot and felt like a junkie with how often I was taking pain meds.

Owen was fantastic the whole time. He had an uncanny knack for sensing when he should back off with the overprotective macho stuff and when I really needed and wanted help.

One night, he even tried to go to bed without us having sex because I had mentioned how much my foot hurt during the day.

I waited and waited all that night for him to make a move, but I got no signals that he was the least bit interested. It was about the only time in my life since I was 17 that I felt unsure of myself sexually. The stupid walking cast, meds, and overall feeling of helplessness were making me feel like I was little more than a burden. So instead of being a partner, I became passive and unsure. I felt weak. I had dealt with the self-pity and anger, but this was something else. It wasn't as bad, but it made me feel dependent on him to make the first move. I found out later he was trying to be considerate, but at the time it felt like he was just pitying me.

Moral of the story: Lora doesn't like being dependent on other people.

He flipped the light off, the TV droning on, casting a flickering light over the two of us lying in bed.

About five minutes went by, and we chatted -- about nothing. Worse than silence, it felt like he was just making conversation, until I finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Babe," I said. "I'm not going to beg, but are you going to fuck me, or what?"

He looked shocked at first, but my hand on his penis seemed to make the shock go away.

He stiffened quickly. I was wet from just thinking about him inside me.

A novelty for me, I kept my mouth shut and straddled him, pushing the covers off him at the same time as I slid off my panties.

Owen later described this as our first "angry fuck".

I didn't wait for either of us to be ready. I just lowered myself and pushed so that on the first go he was buried all the way in me. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And it was so utterly fucking deliciously amazing feeling so stretched and full all at the same time.

I knew from past experience that by leaning forward just a bit, his cock would hit my cunt at just the right spot, and I could grind my clitoris against him as hard as I wanted all at the same time so that I would see stars. The best thing about knowing this spot existed was that I knew I could cum within seconds of fucking Owen any time.

This was an "angry fuck," though, one of my more selfish moments. I didn't wait for him. I used my thigh muscles to bounce up and down on Owen's cock for about 10 minutes, then, shuddering, I climaxed without any thought as to how far along he was.

I'm being sketchy on the details deliberately. It was a delicious, selfish moment but not one I was proud of.

"Wow, that was different... awesome but different," he said, then laughed. "Did you just rape me?"

"I don't think it's rape if you're willing," I said, grinned, and rolled off him.

"I felt a little like a dildo, but that's ok. I am here for you when you need me, just don't try and shove me in a drawer," he joked.

I laughed. My mood lightened. An orgasm will do that, I suppose. A year ago, I would never have dreamed someone could make me feel this good. And routinely. Guilt began to creep in.

"Scooch up here," I said, patting the spot next to my head.

He looked at me quizzically.

"If you want to fuck my face, I would love it," I said. "But if not, I'll just go to bed."

No second invitation was needed. Owen crawled up on his knees until his delicious cock was only inches from my face.

I took a second to admire it, then looked up into his eyes. I knew it was as much a turn-on for him as for me to show how much I wanted what he wanted.

I saw that precum was flowing freely from the head of his cock. The rest of his cock was still shiny and slick from being inside me a few minutes ago.

I licked the tiny stream of precum off his cock and made a purring sound as if I had just tasted the most delicious thing in the world. Close. I couldn't ask for anything more than Owen feeding me.

"Fuck, baby... I love your tongue," he groaned, grimacing. He had a habit of scrunching his face, almost like he was in pain, when something felt amazing. I loved that look.

"Don't close your eyes, baby," I begged. "I want you to watch me."

He waited for me to proceed, then looked questioningly as I just continued to swirl my tongue around the big head of his cock.

I kept looking at him as I licked. I knew it was driving him crazy. I can't cook, but I can suck cock.

"I am not going to give you head," I admitted. "You'll have to fuck my mouth if you really want to cum."

Just hearing myself say those words made my pussy ache for him. I had already had my moment, though. This was about him.

I was a little worried as always when having oral sex with Owen. As with fucking me, his thickness hurt... everywhere. I was not one of those people with the rare gift of being able to overcome a gag reflex. So whenever I tried to take all of him, and he hit my throat, I choked, and impossibly trying to breathe around him triggered panic in me.

He was always sensitive to this but still...

Choking was not the same for me as feeling the anandamide/endorphin/adrenaline rush from pain while making love.

While I was taking time to think all these things, Owen put a hand on the back of my head and pulled it forward.

His cock stretched my mouth blissfully wide. It hurt, but just a bit, enough that my hand instinctively went down and started playing with my clitoris.

His cock bumped against the back of my mouth, then stretched out my cheek. I pulled my face against his cock, increasing the strain and stretch until his cock sprang out of my mouth with a pop.

"Fuck... oh fuck...," I gasped. "I fucking love this. I raped you. I deserve to have my face fucked."

Owen's face twisted up. I knew just saying that pushed him as close to the edge as anything my mouth did.

I pulled his other hand to the back of his head, encouraging him.

His hands slid behind each of my ears, winding in my hair as he began to push again.

His penis slid through my lips and hit the back of my mouth, sliding down to the entrance to my throat. He was so hard I was not sure that it could bend enough to start down my throat, so I tilted my head up and looked into his eyes as he slid into my throat.

Cautious at first, he just held his cock there. He still had the amazing thickest last couple of inches of his cock to come, so I resisted the urge to panic as I temporarily couldn't breathe.

After a few seconds, he pulled out completely. I think from the throbbing in my throat, he was close and trying to last longer.

Along with Owen's cock came several long strings of spit that continued to connect his cock to my mouth. I spat the saliva onto his cock and rapidly jerked him with my free hand, using my spit as lubrication.

I was going back and forth all this time, rubbing myself and sliding a couple of fingers into my wet pussy. No, not pussy... at this point, what I had was a cunt that wanted to cum again.

"Fuck... baby... I know you are close, but I really need to cum again... you are making me crazy," I groaned.

Owen pulled back a bit as I stroked his cock, so I knew he was close.

He flipped onto the bed and lay on his side. He lifted my good leg up, smacked my hand out of the way, and locked his sucking mouth onto my clit.

At the same time, his hips pushed forward, driving his cock into my throat.

He pumped in and out of my throat in time to his licking and biting my clit. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't think about choking or gagging... just the feeling of numbness spreading through the back of my head and the explosion about to happen in my cunt.

Owen came.

All but the last inch of his cock was in my throat, I think, when he came. I never tasted anything until he pulled out afterward. Straight down my throat, his cum went.

The incredible euphoria from my orgasm spread through my cunt all the way up my stomach and back. My spine stiffened, and I couldn't control my arms or legs. I felt helpless. And I loved every fucking second of it.

Neither of us moved for a while.

Owen was no longer focused on making me orgasm, but that didn't stop him from licking and kissing my pussy lips. I didn't deserve the worship, but I loved it all the same.

"I love you, baby," I said. "I can't believe how well we fit together. The way you make me feel is so... special."

And I couldn't. I never dreamed anything would feel this good. And so often.

"I love you, too," he said, coming up for air. "Much better than just going to bed."

He flipped back around, pressing his face against mine. We kissed, and I fell asleep like that with him stroking the side of my face.

Lora continues ...

Things with our baby girl had gotten ... well, weird and disappointing.

I always wondered if Dave and Anna, and maybe even Matt, were conspiring to keep Tasha away from us, but during that time we never saw Tasha without Dave. We talked, but obviously there are things you can't do over the phone that you can do in person.

From Dave's perspective, I knew that he didn't like Owen and thought he was a corrupting influence on Tasha. Hilarious, ridiculous, and ironic at the same time. If he only knew, on any of the nights we did meet up for dinner, I would have had Tasha under the table licking me if I didn't think we would get caught.

Anna, on the other hand, likely couldn't stand the thought of anyone fucking Owen unless it was her. Normally, she was a super cheerful, bright, sunny person, but her preoccupation lately with sex and the sex she was not having gave her an edge.

Honestly, I liked that edge, but I told her she was being silly. She didn't take that well and told me I was the silly one when I asked whether she was upset at the thought of me with Owen.

I wanted to do something special to celebrate Owen's last day at what he called "the Salt Mines," so I called Anna.

"Hey, Anna," I began. "I'm not sure if you knew, but Owen's last day at his old job is today, and I wanted to do something special for him and have a party tonight."

"I didn't know, but that sounds like a great idea," Anna replied, her voice bright and cheerful. "Always up for a party."

"Um, yeah ... the thing is that I need you and Matt to invite Dave to something else tonight," I said, throwing it out there. No need to be subtle or catty, lying to Anna when I knew she would eventually find out. "Just Dave, though, so Tasha could come here."

Anna was quiet. I was having trouble not laughing as she wrestled with being my friend and the twisted sense of ownership she had over Owen. I found the whole thing funny and, if I could have, I would have made Anna's sexuality the subject of my thesis. Looking back, I would have done it had I known just how dysfunctional she was.

"You're smart -- I know you can come up with something," I said, filling the silence as she stewed. I thought she might need a nudge, so I suggested, "Maybe plan a surprise party for Tasha?"

"Do you have to do this?" Anna asked.

"Well... yes, actually," I replied. " We would do the same for you, if we could. Your sister is special, and I want this to be special. Having Dave glued to her hip is really ... unspecial. No offense to him. Tell you what - if this is a problem, why don't all of you come by at 10?"

"How about 9 -- 10 is kind of late?" She replied.

I had to smile when she said that. I knew that giving her that hour would make her feel like she had won and was in control, but I would have settled for 8 pm. Now, just to get Tasha here as early as possible.

"That sounds great. Text me whatever you guys want to drink. Love you and see you tonight!" I said.

I tried calling Tasha. No answer. I sent her a message.

I tried calling Owen. Same result.

I did manage to reach my faculty lead to let him know I would be researching from home today.

The next step was to undo the damage of the impulsive hair dyeing from a couple of weeks ago. I thought being a brunette was great for about three days. Even though Owen said he loved it and thought it suited me, I felt like I was always looking back at someone else in the mirror.

My younger sister Aylin despised my dyed hair. The first thing she did when she saw me was to give me the recipe to do back to my natural dirty blonde: Vitamin C and Head and Shoulders, of all things. Thankfully, the initial dye was pretty cheap, and my hair was already starting to lighten after two weeks of washing.

I jumped ... ok, I really limped into the shower. I wanted to be as clean as possible so that when Owen and Tasha were here I could get as dirty as possible. Just thinking that made me laugh out loud.

I spent almost 30 minutes in the shower. I love showers. I love the feeling of the water pelting my skin and running down it. I feel like I'm getting a million nerve endings massaged all at once.

I got out of the shower and went straight to my phone to check for any messages or missed calls, expecting at least one of Owen or Tasha to call.

Nothing.

It had only been half an hour, but not hearing anything from the two most special people in my life right now, when I was really excited about the evening, reined in my enthusiasm.

I walked back to the bathroom to start to get ready.

Of course, the fucking plastic bag I had over my foot to keep the incision from getting wet was slippery. When my foot hit the bathroom tile floor, it slid out from under me. I was able to catch myself on the doorframe, but my fucking foot hit the corner of the fucking vanity. The pain almost made me black out. And yes -- I swear a lot when I am this upset.

Like I said, not getting a call back from Tasha or Owen reined in my enthusiasm. Smashing my foot was like shooting the horse.

Brushing away tears, I checked my foot, hoping I hadn't reopened the incision. All good, but very red.

I stood in front of the mirror, not looking forward to getting ready for tonight, but looking at myself critically.

"Fuck -- you're ugly when you cry," I told myself. Having that stupid shower cap over my Head and Shoulders/Vitamin C treated hair didn't help the picture.

I look like a raccoon, I thought. I always loved that the slightly darker skin around my eyes was exactly the effect other women tried to achieve with eye shadow. Now, I thought it made me look old and tired. An old, tired raccoon with a bumpy nose (a break from a sports injury when I was 11).

My breasts. I have always loved my breasts. Now they seemed on the verge of being just too big and incongruous no matter how wide my shoulders were. I remembered an abusive relationship with a complete prick who thought he was being funny by calling me his little cow during sex because of my brown eyes and udders.

I patted my stomach. It was still flat even though I was just getting back into exercising after breaking my foot. My hands looked too big, though. My arms too big.

I turned to look at my profile and saw an all-too-flat ass atop legs that had too much muscle in them. Graceful or pretty is something I'd never be called.

I turned back to look at the mirror, opening my legs slightly. My labia were visible, with part of my pussy lips extending down so that they were also partially visible. Like my breasts, the lips just seemed on the verge of being too big.

I toyed with the lips, pulling on them. It reminded me of how much Owen loved them and all the time he spent between my legs, sucking, licking, and biting them. I rubbed my pubic mound, running my hand through the small patch of short, light brown hair down to my clitoris. I pulled back the hood and watched myself in the mirror.

"Fuck, girl. You have a sexy clit."

Owen had all but written poetry to my clit and cunt. I realized I was thinking differently than I had a few minutes ago. I mentally replaced words like clitoris and vagina with clit and cunt. I was turning myself on. And it just started because I was thinking of how Owen saw me.

That's the danger of pain sparking depression and self-denigration. The more I recognized it for what it was, the more I realized I'd been beating myself over things Owen loved.

I left the bathroom headed for the phone and called Owen. This time he picked up on the first ring.

"I love you so much," I said into the phone. I felt like I was going to cry; I adored him for pulling me out of a self-inflicted funk without even being here.

"I love you, too, Lora," he replied immediately. "What's up?"

"I was just thinking about you," I said, grinning to myself. "I miss having your hands and mouth on me. Are you going to be home early?"

"I may be now after hearing that," he laughed. "The partners are being dicks. They normally have a lunch thing for people leaving, but they flat-out told everyone there was no lunch for me. There are three or four people who want to go out for a drink after work, but it'd be quick."

"That's disappointing -- and petty of them," I said. "Bigger and better things next week."

"For sure," he said. "Did you want to go out tonight? I feel like steak."

"Actually, I was talking to Anna," I said, revealing only part of the plan. "She, Matt, Dave, and Tasha are coming over at 9."

"That'll be fun," he said cheerfully. "Dave, eh?"

"Try not to be jealous," I teased.

"Lora, I'd be the biggest, dumbest asshole in the world to be jealous of anyone," he said. He sounded sincere, and unlike everyone else I had ever met, I believed him when he said things like that.

"I love you," I repeated.

"I love you, too," he said, chuckling. "I'll pick something up to eat on the way home."

"Don't worry about that -- there's plenty to eat here," I said, grinning and sliding my hands between my legs.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "Please stand by for a two-hour boner."

"Ugh ... boner," I groaned. I hated that word. Like "boobies", it reminded me of something little kids would whisper about on a school playground. "Have a great rest of your afternoon."

I slid my middle finger down through my lips and into my pussy. I pinched my pussy lips between my three fingers, first making sure that they were wet and shiny, then sent the photo to Owen.

I paused to look at the photo. With the pity party done and the guests kicked out, I could be honest with myself. I loved my pussy and pussy lips; how the skin on the lips was brown at the very edges but turned dark and then bright pink the closer you got to my cunt. Not for the first time, I wished that I was flexible enough to lick my own pussy.

While I was on the phone with Owen, a text had come in. Tasha.

"See you at 6!" She wrote.

"Mmmmm," I texted back, sliding three fingers into myself.

Depression seemed so far away.

The apartment door swung open at 5:45.

The pretty brunette smiled at me and jumped into my arms. She smelled and felt incredible as her body melted into mine.

"I missed you ... so much," I said, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"I missed you, too ...," she said, her mouth kissing, licking, and nipping at my neck and ears. "Uh, should I check to see if anyone is in the kitchen before I go blabbing my head off?"

I laughed, remembering two weeks earlier when Tasha had burst into the apartment extremely aroused, talking about masturbating. Will and Tessa were in the kitchen, having dinner with us.

"Wine?" I offered.

"Oh yeah, please," she said, following me into the kitchen.

"So ... and I really am trying to put this nicely ... where the fuck have you been?" I asked. smiling.

"Busier than I liked and should have been," Tasha began. "Work has been stupid crazy since we got a new system that no one knows how to use. Anna has been driving me bonkers with wedding stuff -- and yeah, I know it's still like three months away- and Dave has been ... well, like having a second skin almost."

I nodded sympathetically. I knew that even though Tasha was six years older than her sister, even without her upcoming wedding to Matt, Anna got off on controlling her sister's life. At times, I was envious of her and wished Aylin cared as much about how my life was going, but I also knew that without a doubt I would have killed her by now. The Dave issue was entirely something different.

"I don't think he trusts me around you guys," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling as she took a sip of wine. "For some reason."

"I wonder," I mused, taking a sip too. "Is it trust or fear? I know from Anna and Matt that he REALLY likes you."

"He is sweet," she sighed. "I think he would do anything for me, and it's only been a few weeks since we started seeing each other."

"Does time matter?" I asked. "I loved him after knowing him for a week. I don't think love is like a habit. It shouldn't be something you grow into or get used to. That's just affection. We all like having something familiar and reliable around, right?"

"Geeze, you make him sound like a dog," Tasha laughed.

"Doggy ... hmm. Loyal, fun to play with ... any of this sounding familiar?" I laughed. "Speaking of playing ... how is the sex?"

"I'm not sure I know you well enough to talk about this," Tasha said, sticking out her tongue.

I immediately slid over, taking her tongue in my mouth. I took the glass from her hand, set it on the table, and slipped my hand inside her blouse.

"I really like this blouse -- is this silk? Actually, who cares -- take it off," I said, squeezing one of her soft breasts.

Her nipple hardened deliciously under my hand. She tilted her head back, and I licked her throat.

"God, I missed this. Your mouth ...," she moaned, slipping the blouse off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The light peach bra followed quickly.

"Your breasts are perfect, little girl," I whispered when they came into view. "I can never say enough how pretty you are."

I flicked my tongue over a nipple, watching it harden even more. So shiny. So pink. So pretty. Looking at this incredible girl, I understood what Owen meant about wanting to literally eat me sometime.

"Oh fuck ... I missed your boobs so much," Tasha sighed, lifting my T-shirt to expose my braless breasts.

"Do you really love them?" I asked, grinning wickedly as my all-consuming hunger for this beautiful girl filled me.

"I do," she said. "I feel shitty about it, but I orgasmed thinking about your boobs while Dave was fucking me."

"Mmmm," I moaned, sucking her tit into my mouth. "So you think about my breasts even when he's inside you?"

"Yes ...," she groaned, temporarily abandoning my breasts as she hugged my head. "Oh, God. I love your mouth ... on my boobs ... everywhere."

"Does he make you feel as good as this?" I said. I knew I was being a complete bitch by going down this path, but it was just making me hungrier and hungrier for Tasha.

"No, fuck ... no," she answered.

I pulled off her shorts as she was talking, sliding my hand into her underwear.

"Oh God ...," she moaned. "Please ... in my pussy."

I helped Tasha move to the living room couch, throwing my T-shirt aside. She sat on the couch, rapt as I pushed up her legs and pulled her underwear to the side, around a cheek of her gorgeous ass.

"Fuck, little girl -- the people that invented thongs invented them for pretty pussies like yours -- I just want to eat you."

It was true. The thin material just barely covered everything. A tease that drove me insane with lust for what lay underneath. I seldom wore thongs even though Owen went insane over them. The material was too thin at the crotch and cut into my pussy lips, which inevitably seemed to slip out around the material. It chafed and hurt, not in a good way.

"Oh God ... please," she moaned. "Please fuck me."

"Just a second," I said, reaching for my phone.

I dialed Owen.

"Hey, babe," he answered immediately. "What's up?"

"Almost done?" I asked, sliding two fingers inside Tasha's pussy ... no, inside her cunt.

"We're just having a drink. A couple more people are supposed to come by so I guess we are kind of waiting, but I'll be back way before 9," he replied.

"Oh, OK. Do you remember this sound?" I said, holding my phone to Tasha's cunt as I twisted my fingers and pumped them in and out of her cunt, making a delicious wet noise.

I smiled and almost laughed, listening as Owen excused himself to whoever was with him, he had to head home for an emergency.

"On my way," he said, hanging up.

"Owen?" Tasha asked.

I nodded, lowering my head to her pussy, kissing the small dark patch of pubic hair above her cunt. It felt more like down than hair. So pretty.

"Oh, good ...," she moaned and tilted her head back as my tongue made contact with her clit. "I love him. I love his cock so much. I can't wait."

"You love my boyfriend and my boyfriend's cock?" I questioned, pressing my tongue down hard on her clit; rolling it in a circle. "Do you think about it when Dave is inside you?"

I could tell that Tasha was in the throes of an orgasm that was rushing up at her. I stopped licking her and stroking her body, waiting for an answer.

"Oh God ... please don't stop. I wanna cum so bad," she whimpered. Sensing I was not going to do anything before I got an answer, she said, "fuck ... you're killing me ... yes, I think about your mouth on me and Owen's cock in me when I'm with him."

I licked her delicious clit while squeezing her beautiful soft breasts, running my thumbs over the tiny but rock-hard nipples.

"Finger ... finger in me ...," she pleaded, her eyes closed and stomach muscles tightening.

My hand left her breast, but with no interest at all in being gentle. I would have cum myself if I could have at the thought of what I was about to do to poor, pretty Tasha.

I slid four fingers into her all at once. I didn't stop there, though. I pulled out almost as quickly as I slid them in and then jammed them back in, my thumb rubbing against her clit each time.

The sound. Oh, God -- the sound!

Tasha's moaning, groaning, pleading, and panting combined with the wet smacking sounds of my fingers fucking her pussy were so ... nasty ... it was almost enough to set me off.

Tasha's cunt seized around my fingers. Her body shook as she tossed her head back, sliding her hands up over her breasts, face, and through her hair.

Hearing and watching her orgasm was bringing me to the brink, and I had barely been touched. I wanted ... no, I needed to cum so badly. It was a primal thing. I felt like if I didn't orgasm, I was going to lose my mind and die.

I pulled Tasha down off the couch so that she was sitting against it and lifted myself so that I was crouching with my cunt on level with her face.

"Fuck ... eat me," I moaned, pushing myself against her mouth. Completely unfair, I knew, since she had just cum, but I didn't care. When her mouth was slow to respond, I ground my cunt up and down over her face, using her nose to massage my clit.

She held my ass in place and began to lick and suck my pussy. I could feel her tongue sliding over my clit and along my pussy lips.

It was all too slow for me.

I didn't want her to make me cum anymore -- I wanted to use her face to make myself cum. It was like raping Owen all over again. He and Tasha were awakening a selfish streak in me. As that thought flickered through my mind, I could feel myself smile. If Tasha's view wasn't blocked by cunt I knew she would be able to see that look in my eyes that Owen said scared and excited him.

It's all Owen's fault for opening the door for me. Sex always felt great, but an orgasm was indescribable. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Tasha was gasping for breath around my grinding cunt. I was so close. So close.

"Bite me ... you fucking ... little bitch," I moaned, ramming my cunt into her mouth.

She bit me. I don't think she cared what she bit at that point, and neither did I. My clit and pussy lips were in her mouth as a huge warmth spread through me. All of the muscles in my stomach, cunt, and legs went rigid as I orgasmed.

I leaned forward, my breasts resting on Tasha's head as I hugged her.

"Oh fuck, Tasha," I said, trying to regain my breath. "I love you so much. That was so fucking incredible ... fuck, I love you."

Tasha sat quietly, kissing my throbbing pussy and gasping for breath.

Eventually, I unclamped my hold on her head, and we sat on the couch, panting in each other's arms.

"That ... was fucking incredible -and intense," Tasha said.

"Mmmm ... it was," I agreed.

"No, I don't mean just my orgasm," she said. "Feeling yours was almost enough to make me cum again."

"Oh, little girl, you make me feel like that all the time," I said, holding her head against my chest.

"Maybe Dave is right," she said, kissing a breast and getting dangerously closer and closer to the nipple. "You are a bad influence -- well, Owen anyway."

I stroked her hair, watching her mouth work its way around my breast. It felt relaxing and fucking sexy at the same time. There was nothing I wanted more than to have her stop toying with my breast and suck the nipple into her mouth; there was nothing I wanted more than to have her continue to tease me.

"You never answered me before - how is sex with him?" I asked, honestly curious. I knew from walking in on him masturbating that he had a decent-sized penis; big enough to do whatever Tasha wanted.

"It's good -- I mean, we've only had it like three times, but it's good," she said, still teasing me with her mouth.

"Well, that's good," I said, stressing the word good.

"I know what you're thinking," she said, lifting her head and looking me in the eyes. "Ok, fine. I admit it. You've wrecked me. His mouth is nothing compared to yours, and his cock is ... fuck ... not like Owen's. But it's good."

I pulled her head back to my breasts. This time she didn't hesitate to slide her tongue around a nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

"And funny enough," she said, suddenly biting my nipple. "I think he actually moaned your name once while we were having sex and he was sucking on my boobs."

"If that makes you mad, you can bite me again," I said, grinning. What Dave thought about before, during, and after sex didn't interest me in the least. Tasha deserved someone who was good to her after surviving the creep who cheated on her while they were engaged. It was just a shame he seemed like... well, a loyal and faithful pet.

"I'm not mad," Tasha said, now sucking hard and taking a nice, big portion of my tit into her mouth along with the nipple. I traced the outline of the areola on the other tit with my fingers, then pinched the hardened nipple as she sucked and watched.

"I'm not mad at all," she repeated. "You've messed me up. I can't help it. I compare things to you guys."

"Don't pity, Dave," I told her. "That's not fair to him. Besides, before I broke my foot, we raced on the Charles. It was great. A huge rush. We didn't win, but we finished second. Silver is not so bad if Owen and I take gold."

"You bitch," Tasha said, laughing and smacking my tits out of her face as she rose to her feet. "Stupid story. That would make Dave bronze -- not silver."

"Aww ... you're so sweet ... wait, I'm actually sweeter, but you still taste pretty good," I teased.

"That's OK -- your mouth is ... God ... amazing, but Owen's cock is like ...," she didn't finish, but closed her eyes and shuddered.

"Now you're just being mean," I pouted, but understood completely. I checked the time -- just after 7. "He should be home soon. Let's get more comfortable."

I led her into the bedroom, pushing her down and lying beside her. I stroked her stomach and breasts as she sat, lying back, staring at the ceiling.

"I really missed this," she said. "I forgot how much."

"Close your eyes," I ordered. She did, and I slid a hand over her beautiful stomach and between her legs. I opened her legs slightly, sliding two fingers into her pussy, Slowly and gently, I moved my fingers in and out of her until they were drenched in her juice. I did the same with my other hand.

I rubbed our wetness over each of my breasts and moved over her head, leaning over so my breasts were hanging in her face.

"OK -- you missed me so much ... which is mine and which is yours?" I said, glancing down at my breasts.

"I like this game already," she said, opening her eyes as I lowered a nipple toward her mouth. She sucked the slick nipple into her mouth. "OK, I know who this is. Easy."

"Are you sure?" I said, holding my other breast towards her face. "Maybe you should make sure?"

She chuckled, sucking in the other tit. Unlike the other tit, she didn't just suck the nipple -- she licked the whole breast clean.

"This was you," she said, smiling as her tongue flicked over my nipple.

"Really? Does it really taste that different?" I asked.

"Oh yeah ... yours is sweeter, and mine's a little ... funkier?" She said. She slid a finger into herself, then I did the same. She offered her wet finger to me. "See for yourself."

I sucked on her finger, then mine. She was right. Mine was slightly sweeter, while hers tasted muskier and slightly acrid.

I lay down on the bed next to her. I propped my head up with my arm as I rolled onto my left side facing her. I just wanted to look at her. The longer I looked, the more annoyed I got at Dave for being so selfish and keeping her from us. I completely appreciated the irony, but didn't care.

Tasha rolled onto her side and stared back. Her gaze drifted down to my chest, then her hands were on me. Her smooth, warm palm cradled my right breast. The contact of her hand made me aware of my tit's weight resting on my other breast. She lightly squeezed my breast down on the other one, making it bulge out towards her even more with the weight of its sister bearing down on it. Using her thumb, she ran it back and forth across my nipple, bending it, then letting it spring back.

"That feels really nice," I breathed, staring into her eyes. "I think I'd like to feel your mouth on me, though."

Tasha smiled and leaned forward, taking the nipple into her mouth.

I laughed and pushed her back.

"Not there, sweetie," I said, unable to stop chuckling. "Feeling your mouth on my clit right now would just be so perfect."

"Stupid me," Tasha laughed, kneeling between my legs as I rolled onto my back.

I could feel her warm breath on my pussy, then the soft contact of her lips. No tongue yet, but it felt amazing. I ran my hands through her hair but didn't push. I just stroked her beautiful long brown hair. I loved stroking her hair while her mouth was on me.

Then her tongue was on me, sliding over my clit lightly and then more strongly as she used it to lift the skin above my clit. I could feel her teeth pressing and rubbing against my lips as she licked my clit back and forth slowly. The pressure, first hard from her teeth, then soft from her tongue, was insanely amazing.

Unlike with anyone other than Owen, oral sex with Tasha made me feel lightheaded and my body almost weightless. I hoped that when my mouth was on her, she felt even a fraction of what I felt now.

"Your mouth feels so good, Tash," I purred, continuing to stroke her hair. "The only thing that would be better would be to see your eyes. Watch me so you know how good you're making me feel."

So she did. It lifted a bit of pressure off my pussy, but seeing her eyes as she used her mouth on me was worth it. There is something about oral sex like this that's even more intimate than making love.

I pulled her head off of me, then leaned down as far as I could to kiss her.

"What was that for?" She asked, giggled, then smiled.

"Just thinking about how much I missed feeling this with you," I admitted. "It's the same way with Owen most of the time. I don't feel like I'm rushing through it to some main event. Having your mouth on me is the main event."

"Calling it foreplay is just stupid!" She sat back, nodding her head in agreement.

"I know, right?" I replied. "I was just thinking how different it is from making love, but in some ways better."

She nodded, waiting for me to go on. Cunnilingus on pause.

"Thinking back on all of the guys I have ever been with ... and I mean only thinking of them at the time and no one who came before or after ... I don't know that I would want anyone other than Owen's mouth on me," I said, sharing my sudden epiphany. "It's more intimate. Does that make sense?"

"Perfectly!" She answered. "I always felt Ryan (her creep ex) only did it because he had to and rushed through it so that he could put his cock inside me or so that he could get a blowjob."

"The Postman Always Rings Twice," I muttered.

"Sorry?" Tasha said, momentarily confused.

"Oh ... it's a movie that my dad loves with Jack Nicholson," I said. "What you said made me think that there is no reason we have to settle for just one orgasm when we can have one during oral and one with a cock in us, right? It's not like WE need time to reload. The girl can always cum twice."

She laughed.

"That actor is creepy, but you're right," Tasha said. "And my orgasms from your mouth are different than from a dick. That amazing, beautiful night we had a couple of weeks ago when you moved in. Remember that?"

"As if I could forget," I said, smiling and licking my lips.

"My head was tingly and filled with lights the whole time," she said. "I couldn't think straight. I just remember constantly feeling like my insides were ... I don't know ... coiling up in anticipation and then ... "

"... letting go like a super wound-up spring," I finished for her. She nodded. "I was just starting to feel lightheaded and weightless ... kind of like I feel when I am on a rollercoaster ... OK, I am done talking now. Less talking, more licking and sucking, please."

One of the things I loved most about Tasha was that she knew when to stop talking. I know I can be a bitch.

I heard the apartment door open, then Owen's voice calling out.

"... the weirdest thing. My mom called me on the way here and said a friend from school was in town and was going to stop by to visit this weekend."

Tasha started to raise her head, but I pushed it back down. God, her mouth felt so good.

"I'm in here," I called.

Owen's head peeked around the corner.

"Oh shit ... Tasha!" He exclaimed, rushing forward as she sat up, smiling with me dripping off her chin. They hugged and kissed.

"I'm here, too," I said, smiling and pretending to pout. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Babe ... I always save the best for you," he said, breaking his kiss with Tasha, then holding her head while he licked my pussy off her face.

He leaned into me, kissing me on the mouth, then sliding his tongue between my teeth. I knew it was coming, and I was ready. My tongue slid around his as my teeth nipped at his tongue.

"Fuck ... so weird that your mouth tastes like someone else's pussy," he said, laughing.

As he was kissing me, Tasha reached over and undid his belt and pants, sliding them to the floor. The little devil, I thought.

"I think someone really misses you," I said, grinning. "But you interrupted her. Her mouth was otherwise occupied."

Tasha smirked, and her face disappeared between my legs.

"Ummm," I groaned. "Her mouth is like magic."

"So what have you girls been up to?" Owen asked as he got naked.

"Oh, not too much ... just had a great talk about oral sex," I replied. "By the way, you're a couple of cums behind, so you'll have to try and catch up."

His penis was already almost completely hard as he walked up to me. I wrapped my hand comfortably around the shaft of his cock, about two-thirds of the way down, and by the middle of the second stroke he was all the way there; hard as rock.

I squeezed him and slowly pumped up and down, willing him to become even harder. I had no intention whatsoever of fucking him right now. I wanted him to be as big and hard as possible so that he could fuck Tasha.

"Oh, precum ... yummy," I said, making sure that my eyes met his and that he was watching. My tongue darted out and lapped the drop that had appeared at the end of his penis.

I moaned, almost closing my eyes, enjoying the taste of him. He tasted so good. It was so different from cum. I leaned my head into his crotch, inhaling. He smelled so good. Clean, but not soapy and fresh-out-of-the-shower clean. Clean, but still him. During sex was the only time he smelled better. It was heady, and if Tasha's tongue and mouth hadn't already soaked me, it would have made me wet.

I ran my tongue over, then between his balls. He shifted his weight slightly, spreading his legs more so that I had easier access. Always so considerate.

Looking up at him again, I licked the length of his shaft and over the head of his cock, sucking in another drop of precum that had formed.

"Oh, fuck, babe -- you're killing me," he said, smiling down at me.

"That sounds bad -- do you want me to stop?" I said, pretending to pull back. I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on teasing Owen as Tasha's tongue was picking up speed on my clit, and she had begun chewing on my cunt lips.

Owen responded by grinning down at me, putting a hand behind my head and pushing his cock into my mouth. The head slid in enough that my tongue had plenty of room to wrap itself around his cock.

I pulled back and off his cock, slowly stroking the shaft.

"You were saying about your mom and a message?" I pried, looking into his face as my tongue licked around the head of his cock. I knew the area right behind the head of his cock drove him crazy almost as much as did the feeling of getting that last inch of his cock into me.

"Uh ... right," he said, trying to regain his composure. "She said some girl called and said she was a friend ... fuck, that feels good."

I kept my eyes locked on his as I continued to pump his cock, lightly slapping it down on my tongue. Talking about something nonchalantly while having sex was a huge turn-on for both of us. It became almost a contest of who would lose their nerve first.

"A girl - really?" was all that I could say. Sucking on Owen's throbbing penis, being so turned on by the innocent conversation while enjoying the excruciatingly delicious tonguing from Tasha was making me feel woozy. I felt my pelvic muscles tighten.

"Yeah ... a girl ... no idea who. Hell, everyone I know from school is already here in Boston," he said, somehow holding it together.

"Mmmm," I took the head of his cock into my mouth, moaning against it. Very little beats the feel of a tongue vibrating. I took my mouth off his cock. Owen's eyes had closed.

"Babe ... look at me ... see how much I love your cock," I pleaded, trying to sound sweet and innocent while I had this big, thick cock against my lips. I felt his cock surge and thought for a second that he was going to cum, but instead it was the last delicious growth spurt he got when he was extremely aroused. It got a bit longer, a bit thicker, and even curved a bit.

I had to shut my eyes for a moment, blinking away the thought of how this would feel inside me right now. Stretching my cunt wide was not going to happen right now, and even stretching my mouth over him couldn't. I was prepping him for Tasha. I knew she wouldn't last long; she never did, so I wanted him close too.

When I opened my eyes again, Owen was staring down at me. He looked so hungry. His cock was profusely leaking precum now. I didn't want to set him off with my mouth, but I wanted him a little closer. I put both hands around his cock and rubbed it over my cheeks, nose, forehead, and eyes.

"Fuck ... babe ... so fucking, fucking hot," he groaned.

It felt like he was going to start thrusting into my hands, so I let him go and pretended that only now I noticed Tasha was there. I put a hand on her head, lightly pressing it against me as her tongue danced over my clit. I always found it hard to decide whether to give in to feelings like this, close my eyes, and enjoy it, or keep them open and watch.

"Her tongue is soooo amazing," I said with a gravelly voice, then began massaging and staring down Tasha's back. "Oh, look at that ass, babe. Don't you just want to eat it?"

To be clear, I wasn't trying to put a subliminal message in Owen's head, but I did want him to shift his focus away from my mouth to Tasha. Tasha played her part beautifully, lifting her head to talk to Owen.

"You can eat me as long as you fill me," she said, smiling up at him, winking at me.

The little devil, I thought. In only a couple of weeks, she had already figured out that talking off-handedly and calmly about something so extremely sexual as cunnilingus drove Owen crazy. I had to admit, hearing that from her made me hotter, too. She may have been feeding off my vibe, but I thought she was so dedicated to bathing my pussy with her tongue that she hadn't noticed how I was talking to him.

Owen's hand covered mine briefly on her back, then slid further down to her ass before disappearing between her cheeks. His other hand reached under Tasha and began to stroke her breasts. I know what effect that has on me and, in this case, Tasha was no different.

Her tongue slowed, circling my clit as she held his hand to her breast and pushed back against the hand between her legs. I had to press lightly on the back of her head to refocus her. She responded by taking my whole clit into her mouth. Somehow, she was able to suck, nibble, and lick around my clit all at the same time.

"Oh, God. You look so pretty with your face buried in my cunt, little girl," I complimented her. "This feels so fucking good.

"Keep going just like that," I urged her on as her tongue stopped licking around my clit and pressed hard against it as she moaned. If you've ever had someone moan with a tongue pressing hard against your clit, you know it's like having a million tiny vibrators massaging you all at once. I didn't want to cum just yet, but her mouth had me seeing stars.

"... so fucking amazing," I gasped. "So amazing."

I almost laughed when I felt Tasha smile. She was so cute! I literally could eat her up. Speaking of which ...

Owen was behind Tasha now, with both hands on the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart. I watched his head drop down, then heard Tasha gasp as his tongue slid down her ass to her pussy. I could imagine how amazing that must feel. Unfortunately, imagining how amazing something felt was the only thrill I had now. Tasha's mouth and tongue were idle, with only her warm breath on my clit.

"You're really distracting her, babe," I chastised him. "She was getting me really close."

Tasha was completely focused on pushing her ass back into Owen's face now. I really couldn't blame her, though, even though I felt so neglected.

I leaned forward, almost sitting upright. If she was going to be selfish, I may as well do something to enjoy myself, I thought. I started by rubbing my breasts over Tasha's head, but the little thing never even seemed to notice. She did notice once I leaned forward and slapped them against the sides of her head.

I looked up. Owen was no longer licking Tasha's pussy and ass. He was watching.

"Fuck" was all he said. I could see the lust in his eyes. The look alone was enough to set me on edge. I wanted so badly to cum at that moment. Actually, now that I know what it feels like, I want to cum every moment.

"Babe," I whispered. "I really think you need to fuck her. I think she really needs it badly. Isn't that right, little girl?"

"Please ... fuck me, Owen -- I need you inside me," she said, barely audibly, then begging. "Please make him fuck me."

Owen pulled Tasha to him so that she was facing me, but with her ass hanging over the edge of the bed. He was stroking her back, the other hand on his cock rubbing it up and down over her ass and cunt. I bit my lip, knowing how amazing that teasing felt and what was about to happen.

Tasha was slumped over, just waiting. It looked like she was praying. Maybe she was.

With her now fully absorbed in what my Owen was doing and was going to do to her, I began squeezing my breasts, catching a nipple between my thumb and index finger, pinching them together, twisting slightly, and pulling. My other hand did what it always does, wandering down to my mons veneris (I love that term), lightly stroking and teasing my pubic hair. I always found the feeling soothing and thrilling at the same time.

I watched Tasha tense up, and I knew that Owen's cock was at the entrance to her cunt. I hoped, for her sake, that he was not yet at the point where his hunger made him too rough with her. I loved getting him to that point, and past it with me, but whether Tasha would love it as much is another story.

They both groaned simultaneously, making me smile and slide my hand lower until it touched my wet pussy lips. I slid my middle finger over the entrance to my cunt, pinching my pussy lips around each side of the finger. I massaged my cunt and pulled on my pussy as I watched them.

Hesitantly, she pushed her ass back into him as he pulled her by her hips towards him. They rocked back and forth, her hands palm down on the bed providing extra leverage as she adjusted to his size and got more into it (and he more into her).

"Do you think you're ready for all of it, baby?" I crooned. "Is your pussy hungry for all of that huge cock? Owen, I think you need to remind her of what a cock and cunt are for. A cunt needs to be stretched and fucked, right?"

"Yes," Tasha hissed, then began whimpering as Owen began driving himself fully into her cunt. Their fucking made a delicious smacking sound when their bodies came together. It was driving me crazy, so I slid the three fingers I was using to massage myself into my cunt.

"Mmmm," I moaned.

Owen panted and groaned, his chest now shiny, covered in a delicious sheen of sweat.

Tasha's legs began to shake, her hands no longer supporting her head as it pressed into the bed. Muffled moans and curses filled the air.

Tasha's arms shot back, pulling her ass cheeks farther apart as if that would help get even more of my boyfriend inside her.

"Oh God ... oh God ... oh God ... fuck ... I'm cumming," she cried as she stopped moving. Her hands released her ass and fell to the bed where they feebly attempted to hold her head up. She was breathing rapidly and shallowly, wincing as Owen was still thrusting slowly into her, bringing himself closer.

"I'm getting close," he grunted through clenched teeth as he rhythmically continued to fuck Tasha's spent and probably wonderfully sore cunt.

"No ... not inside me," Tasha whispered. "I can't be dripping ... cum for ... later."

"Babe, not inside her, OK?" I let him know.

"OK, I'll cum on her face then," he said, grinning but staring at me. "She'll get it all on her face."

I knew he was teasing me. I knew he wanted me to beg. To beg for his cum for myself so that I didn't have to share it. And he was right; I did want it, but I wouldn't beg.

Not yet.

Owen slowed, trying to delay his orgasm. As much as I loved seeing his loads spatter across Tasha, I wanted to give it to me. But not before making him crazy.

"Don't you like cumming on my face, though?" I pouted.

"You know I do," he replied, breathing hard.

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"I love cumming on your face," he said, no longer pumping into Tasha, who seemed oblivious anyway, still lying there with her breaths coming quick and shallow. If he came on her, I'm not sure she would even have noticed.

"Oh, you do?" I said, continuing to play the game with an innocent giggle, like I had found out I was about to get an unexpected gift. "But why do you like cumming on my face?"

He looked confused for a second. I was being a bit of a bitch, toying with him when I knew he was close and could barely think clearly.

"Cuz you look so sexy," he managed, to his credit.

"What about it looks sexy?" I asked sweetly.

He had pulled himself out of Tasha and made his way to the edge of the bed, his cock all shiny with honey from her pussy less than a foot from my face. I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth, but I resisted. The game wasn't over yet.

He didn't answer my question, visibly struggling to rationalize why drenching my face in his sperm was so erotic. Fuck, I knew. It was the look that was creeping into his eyes as we talked about it.

"Do you like it when you cum on me so much I can't even open my eyes?" I asked. "Or is it when you shoot so much cum you can't even see my eyes?"

His hand started to stroke his cock, bobbing dangerously near my open mouth.

"Don't you love it when your cum shoots right over my face and into my hair, then drips down onto my face?" I said, provoking him. "I love that, baby."

His stroking quickened. He looked almost feral; he was so hungry to cum.

"Is there anything better than watching you cum on my face, then seeing it run down to my chin and drip onto these great, big tits?" I said, smiling lewdly as I cradled my tits, awaiting his load. "God, I love that. So warm and delicious. Mmmmm."

I stared into his eyes, which were struggling to stay open as his breathing quickened. His hands were flying up and down his cock.

"And do you love it when I open my mouth with my tongue out like this, waiting for all that yummy sperm?" I said, sticking my tongue out of my yawning mouth. "And when --"

The head of Owen's cock flared suddenly and pulsed. Several drops of fluid flew out of his cock, landing on my tits. Then it came. It was much, much too close to my face.

An explosion of white, creamy cum shot out, hitting me just below my nose, spraying everywhere, including right up my nostrils.

I choked for a second, then began to giggle uncontrollably as a shower of cum rained down on me. I shook my head side to side, giggling even more as it splashed on my cheeks, nose, ears, and into my hair.

Through a short string of cum that stretched over my open left eye I could see Tasha staring. Owen was panting, but no longer stroking his cock now that his orgasm was over. His dripping cock, hung and slowly deflated.

I smiled at her, then laughed as the cum in my hair decided to make an appearance. It started above the middle of my forehead, dragging a strand of hair down with its weight, but it didn't drip straight down. It hung in a thick, milky-white arc, connected to a spot near my ear. I can only imagine that it looked like one of those banners hung over the front of the bleachers at the state fair. I could feel some cum sliding down my cheek, over my chin, and dripping down onto my tits.

It felt amazing. Owen and Tasha's expressions were incredible. I wanted to be fucked so badly. The timing was terrible, though, since they were both groggy. I wanted them pressed against me everywhere Owen's cum had touched ... their mouths, cocks, cunts, breasts, everything.

"That was fucking awesome," I said. "I think it's the most fun I have ever had getting my face covered by you, babe ... Jesus, look what a mess you made on my tits," I said, watching the cum down the slope, over and around my nipples and then back down the swell to drip onto my thighs.

"Fuck ... sorry about your eye, babe," he apologized.

I must have been a sight for the two of them as I made no move to clean up and just let the glaze spread over me.

I was about to ask Tasha to help clean me when she knelt beside me at the edge of the bed. I couldn't wait to feel her mouth on me again. I couldn't wait to feed her Owen's cum.

Tasha had other ideas, though. She reached out to Owen's, grabbed half-hard his cock and pulled him closer.

Starting at my forehead, she began to use his still-leaking cock to clean my face. She began by dabbing at the spatter, then used his cock to scoop cum, which she held in front of my mouth.

She didn't put it in my mouth, though. She was learning. She held it far enough away that I had to stick my tongue out almost as far as it could go before I could lick at the mess of cum coating Owen's cock. I wasn't fast enough. For every bit of cum I was able to swallow, some dripped down over my tits.

Once Owen's cock was clean and shiny just from my saliva, Tasha went back to work, but this time also scooping the cum that was around my mouth straight into my mouth. Their rapt expressions made it easy for me to act like I was having the most delicious meal in the world. Watching them watch me, I got more turned on with every second.

Tasha gave up trying to be neat and just used his cock as a shovel to push the remaining mess of sperm down to my chin and onto my tits. She took his cock in her mouth. I could see her tongue working it over as she cleaned the cum off it. She pulled her mouth off his cock, then pumped it a few times in her hands as it rose.

My chest was a mess. Spattered and dotted with drips and drops of cum. I grabbed Tasha's head, pulling her face to my tits.

"You can lick them and suck them clean, or I can just rub your face all over until we're both a fucking yummy mess -- both are great with me!" I told her.

"I love you," I told her as she leaned in and did both. Her tongue traced the rivulets of cum from where they dripped down each breast, sucking on my areolae and nipples until one had shrunk and the other got big and hard. She made no attempt not to get cum on her face, letting it slide over her as she buried her head between my breasts.

"Love you, too," she said, smiling up at me.

"I love you, too," Owen said, laughing. He was slowly stroking himself as he watched us. God love him, he was hard again already.

"I almost forgot you were here, babe," I joked. I held Tasha's cum-slimed face in my hands, then told her, "Hmmm. I think it would be a good idea if Owen fucked you again now, and you can help him make me cum."

"Don't cum inside me, though," she nodded, smiling at us both.

"Oh, I am pretty sure he is going to cum inside you," I said, smiling evilly at her. "It just won't be in your cunt."

I scooted across the bed, moving faster than I wanted. I was moving so frantically that I knew I was giving away how fucking horny I was. Watching Owen fuck Tasha, and then the feeling of being showered in his cum, and then her mouth on me had driven me to the point I almost felt delirious with desire. Owen's big, throbbing cock only a few feet away made me ache for him. I wanted him to fuck Tasha even more than I wanted him, though.

I patted the middle of the bed, motioning to Owen to lie down.

I couldn't get the thought of him stretching Tasha's beautiful, little pussy out of my mind. I felt hot, and my head was pounding. I imagined Dave sleeping with her later tonight, sliding into her and finding her pussy gaping and so loose that neither of them could feel anything. I know it was wicked of me to think that way, but it made it even hotter knowing I wanted my boyfriend to destroy her cunt.

I shook out of my daze. Owen was lying down with his cock stuck straight up and pumping between Tasha's hands. She was licking the head of his cock as she pumped, his hips lifting off the bed, pushing his penis through her hands and into her mouth.

"You OK, babe?" Owen said, looking up at me.

"Uh, yeah -- great. Why?" I asked.

"Well ... oh fuck ... her mouth ... sorry, feels awesome ... the look on your face. The way you're smiling and your eyes ... looked kinda scary - almost demonic," he said, then chuckled. "The way you were looking at us, I thought for a sec we were going to be sacrificed. Plus, there is that."

He nodded, staring at my pussy.

I was so aroused, I didn't even realize that I had my right hand on my pussy. The heel of my hand was pressing down on my clit, with my thumb rubbing against my pussy lips. My pussy lips were spread wide as four fingers were buried inside me, playing with anything they could reach.

"No, things couldn't be better," I said, removing my hand and offering it to his mouth.

"Mmmm," he groaned. I closed my eyes, feeling him lick and suck on my fingers before taking them all into his mouth. It was my turn to groan. Everything I touched, and everything that touched me, was fuelling the fire building in me. My head was throbbing madly with this sensory overload.

"I love you so much, baby," I told Owen, pulling my hand out of his mouth as I leaned down to kiss him. "I need you to make me cum so badly. You will make me cum, won't you ... please."

Now I was begging.

Knowledge is power. Hearing me beg, let them both know how much I needed them. Part of me hated trusting them that much. Part of me loved trusting them that much. All of me just needed so badly to cum.

Owen smiled and mouthed "I love you" back.

"Tasha, stop playing with his cock and get it in your pussy," I said. She let go of him immediately as if she was doing something wrong. I heard my voice in my head; more severe than I wanted, but I couldn't deal in subtleties at the moment, as I felt like I was losing my mind to lust.

I managed to smile and blew her a kiss.

The uncertainty disappeared from her face. She straddled Owen, knees lifting her up so her cunt was hovering just over his long, thick cock. They both looked so beautiful.

I crawled over Owen and sat on his chest, facing Tasha. I reached out, cupping and squeezing Tasha's beautiful tits. She remained just over Owen's cock.

"Not yet," I warned her. "Wait a minute and let me catch up."

I felt Owen's tongue slide over my lower back and as much of my ass as he could reach. I moaned, almost closing my eyes. It felt so good. If this felt so good, I was almost scared of how an orgasm would feel. Almost.

I pushed my ass farther back into his face so that he could reach lower. His tongue bathed my ass, reaching the edge of my anus. His saliva dripped down lower.

"Oh, fuck, baby ... I'm going to fuck your face so hard," I moaned.

Tasha moaned, her eyes on me. So engrossed in Owen's mouth on me, I hadn't noticed that I was pulling on Tasha's nipples. They were rock hard and the most beautiful shade of bright pink. They looked so perfect in my hands. I had to feel them in my mouth. Not yet, though.

I lifted myself off Owen's chest and backed up, poised over his face. Even though I was nearly crazed at this point, I managed to chuckle when I looked down to check how close I was to Owen's face and saw his tongue stretching and failing to reach my cunt.

"Don't worry, baby, soon," I cooed. I groaned as his tongue, failing to reach my pussy, licked the inside of my thighs. It felt like fire over my nerves. A delicious, fucking fire.

I wanted Tasha's mouth and hands all over me, but I could see that she was still using her hands to keep herself from plunging down on Owen's cock.

I leaned forward, kissing her on the mouth. I stroked her hair. I felt like I was going to cum just thinking about what I was about to do.

Both my hands wandered down from her face until they rested on her thighs.

Using as much strength in my arms and legs as I could, I pushed Tasha down while simultaneously plunging my cunt down on Owen's face.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, feeling his tongue slide into me.

Tasha whimpered, pulling herself back up and almost off Owen's cock. That only fed the fire in me. I pushed her back down, impaling her again on his cock. I closed my eyes, imagining how incredible that thickest last inch of his cock felt stretching me. I hoped that Tasha knew how lucky she was. Chances are she could go a lifetime without ever being stretched this much again by a flesh-and-blood cock. So much flesh.

"Fuck," I groaned out loud, grinding myself now on Owen's face. I lifted slightly, giving him room to move so he could pay attention to my clit as well as my cunt.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tasha whimpered again. She was fighting back tears. She wasn't trying to lift herself off him anymore. I moved my hands to cup her breasts, bathing them with my tongue.

"I'm doing this because I love you, silly girl," I said, licking her perfect little nipples. "I want you to feel as fucking amazing as I feel. I'm sharing the most important thing in the world with you."

I said it, but I'd never actually thought about it before. It was true. It wasn't just because his tongue was buried inside my cunt.

Whether it was what I said or what my mouth was doing to her tits, Tasha was now moving freely on Owen's cock. She was lifting off him a few inches, then sliding down his shaft all the way as she rotated her hips.

Tasha's and Owen's hands were both on my breasts. Owen was lifting and squeezing from underneath while Tasha pinched and pulled on my areolae and nipples. I loved having my areolae touched almost as much as my nipples. My tits and pussy ... no, my whole body was throbbing and on fire.

I realized we were both panting. I was feeling lightheaded; my insides tied up in knots.

"Oh, baby ... can you hold your breath? I need your tongue and your teeth so bad. I need to keep going just a bit more, and I'll be there. Oh fuck, yes," I moaned. I could feel heat building inside me, at the back of my head and the base of my spine.

Owen squeezed my tits harder. Tasha was losing her grip on my nipples. She leaned into my neck, continuously moaning, "Oh God."

Owen was lifting his ass off the bed, pumping up into her, and rotating his hips with each thrust so that he was grinding against her clit. Thinking about how that felt brought me to the edge.

Tasha said "Fuck" once and began shaking, holding herself against Owen's cock as she came. She began sobbing. Owen's mouth sucked in my pussy lips and clit; his teeth clamped down.

That put me over the edge. So far over the edge.

"Fuck ... that's it, baby ... feels so fucking good," I wailed. "I'm cumming. Fuck ... I'm cumming."

Everything inside me went warm and tight at once, then went loose like a spring letting go. Tight again, pulsing, releasing, then tightening again. I tried and failed to keep my eyes open. It felt like my head was exploding. I slumped forward against Tasha, kissing her hair and neck as my orgasm rocked me.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but when the world around me started to reappear out of the haze, Tasha had her arms around me, holding me. She was still sobbing.

"I'm mad at you," she said, pushing me aside with surprising strength, and I literally fell off Owen.

Poor Owen, waiting patiently with my cunt glued to his face this whole time.

Tasha lay beside him and draped over him, hugging him as she kissed his cheek and ear.

"You say you're mad," I said, flinging her arm off him and kissing him on the mouth. "But I know you're fucking grateful. That was ... incredible."

Tasha nodded in agreement.

"Oh, my God," she said, realization dawning on her. "You never came. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Very true. Somehow lost in our orgasms, Owen's huge erection bobbed angrily, lifting and dropping back, making a wet spot on his stomach.

I grabbed the base of his cock, taking Tasha's hand and putting it above mine. I held the shaft still while she slowly jerked the top half.

"Thanks for noticing," he laughed. "It's OK. You girls look beautiful."

I knew he was close, as I could feel the vein that ran from the root of his penis to almost the head pulsating.

"A promise is a promise," I said, getting up off the bed. "Come on, Owen. Get up. I told Tasha you were going to cum inside of her."

Owen scrambled off the bed, his cock bouncing crazily until he was standing by the bed. I squatted down next to him, rapidly stroking his cock until I thought I might break it. Tasha knelt on the edge of the bed, her face level with his cock.

She moved forward. She struggled a bit but pushed until half his cock was in her mouth while I continued to jerk it. It felt hot.

Tasha's saliva was running down his cock onto my hands, providing extra lubrication.

The thought of jerking off his cock into her mouth was so exciting that I used my other hand to pull at my pussy lips and clit. I could feel my nipples hardening again and rubbed them against Owen's leg.

I looked up at Owen and smiled. I couldn't wait for him to orgasm.

"Are you ready to cum in her mouth, baby?" I asked sweetly. Well, as sweetly as I could, considering what I was doing with my breasts and pussy.

"Yeah, in just a second," he said, his face pinching gorgeously as he prepared to explode.

I pushed Tasha's head off him. She knew exactly what to do and opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out.

She looked so perfect; so sweet. I just wanted to complete the picture by soaking her mouth in my Owen's cum.

"Cum for us, baby," I urged him, my hand pumping him faster than ever.

"Please cum in my mouth," Tasha begged. "I really want to taste you."

His cock twitched in my hand, and a long, thick string of cum shot out as he ejaculated straight into Tasha's open mouth.

My aim was so good, his cum never touched her tongue. Judging by her choking and gasping, it must have hit her in the back of her mouth and gone straight into her throat.

Unfortunately for Tasha, gasping and choking leave a person's mouth open. I didn't adjust my aim when the second rope of creamy cum shot out, even bigger than the first, right into her mouth.

She choked and sputtered some more, but Owen wasn't done. I wasn't done.

She began laughing and lifted her hands in front of her face, blocking the remaining spurts of cum. They splattered against her hands, sending drops of cum everywhere.

Luckily for our rug, Owen had cum earlier, and this load was not as big as the one that drenched my face. Still, my thighs, tits, and Owen's legs were far from unscathed.

I licked the cum off Tasha's hands as she continued to laugh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh ... I was choking, and then the thought of choking on cum seemed hilarious," she said, still laughing.

"Poor Owen is going to get a complex from people laughing when he cums," I said, swirling my tongue over his cock until it was clean. I licked the last bit off my hand and kissed his deflating penis.

"Oh, it's OK. I like hearing people laugh. If that's what it takes, I wish I could make people laugh all the time," he said, grinning.

We all laughed.

Sex is a lot of things. I always believed one of the most important things it should be is fun.

Tasha got up off the bed, saying she really needed a shower now that it was 8 and Matt, Anna, and Dave would be here in an hour.

As she got up, she flashed her pussy. It was gaping.

Now THAT is fun!

Tasha padded into the bathroom, and I called for her to wait up. I was definitely not going to pass up the chance to shower with that gorgeous thing.

Owen helped me up, keeping the weight off my messed-up foot. I put my mouth to his ear.

"Holy ... you should see her pussy," I whispered.

"What about it?" I said, very interested.

"You could throw a silver dollar into it and not hit the sides," I whispered, trying not to laugh, then snorted into his ear, and we both laughed.

"You coming?" she said, smiling.

"Not quite yet, but I will," I smirked, hobbling after her and closing the bathroom door.