"Yahtzee! Whoo!"
Olivia pumps her fists and then sets to tallying her score on the card. Fucking four-leaf-clover-ass bitch. She's destroying all of you.
Sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table in her apartment, Olivia is hanging off Amelia with such obvious adoration that it's hard to believe she'd ever choose to be separated. Amelia has managed to engage herself with the games tonight -- even if she's as upset as you and Winter are at Olivia's six-sigma luck -- but there's a persistent sadness underneath.
You and Winter are sitting opposite one another. She occasionally plays footsie with you under the table. It's weird: she puts the sole of her foot against your own and presses hard so that you can feel the warmth of it, her toes wiggling -- but when you try to catch her eye, she's always steadfastly looking away, pretending that she somehow doesn't notice what she's obviously doing on purpose. And anytime you press back with your own foot, she jerks, and pulls hers away.
She's such a fucking weirdo.
The older women get buzzed on rum and Coke, but both of them, despite the drinking, are responsible enough to keep you two younger girls strictly on Coke alone. This despite both you and Winter cajoling them for a taste of the hard stuff.
Drunkenness does bring out the subway groper in Amelia. She frequently squeezes Olivia's tits, thighs, and butt when she thinks you aren't looking. She frequently squeezes yours whenever she realizes you are.
You aren't the only one looking. Winter has eyes that work just as well as yours do. She bites her thumbnail -- jealous of the attention.
The deeper into her bottle Amelia gets, the more brazen and overtly sexual her touches become. Normally you would let her do whatever she wants, but with Winter here, it puts you off. You'd prefer that Winter not see you getting sexually bullied -- it'll give her too many ideas. "Do you want to keep your girlfriend's hands to herself?" You grunt, struggling to push Amelia off of you while she giggles and squirms and leans across the coffee table to feel you up. Her breath absolutely reeks of rum.
"I gave up on that years ago," Olivia says, breezy. "It's no use trying."
"C'mooon," Amelia leers -- in between hiccups. "Let me feel your pussy... just one little touch... okay?"
"Liv! Please control your girlfriend!" You cry. You keep your hands around each of Amelia's wrists, and get to feeling like a train conductor yanking on brake levers as you fight against her. Amelia's got her lips close enough to kiss you now. So she does, rapid-fire, making an audible 'mwah' and then giggling with every peck she lands on your face. You can't stop her from doing it because you're too preoccupied wresting her arms away as best you can. It's a losing battle, of course. She's so much larger and stronger than you. The table creaks under her weight as she leans further and further in. Her fulsome body shadow you until her leering face and straining cleavage are practically all you can see. "Little... help?" You beg Olivia in a grunt, turning your face away from the full-frontal assault.
"Oh, just let her have her fun. She won't hurt you."
"Yeah -- I won't hurt you... come on... let's see that pussy..."
"Mel, you're drunk -- Mel, hey -- stop!!"
This time, your plea doesn't land on deaf ears. Hearing you cry "stop" so forcefully snaps Amelia back to her senses. She lets go of you and pulls away. She appraises your scared expression and then returns to her side of the coffee table, resting on her knees, her hands clutching her lap. "...Sorry," she says, looking down. She's mortified and ashamed.
You feel your pulse going back to normal. "It's okay... just -- not with Winter here, that's all."
Winter, mute, is chewing her thumbnail just about to the quick. Her darting eyes are difficult for you to read. Can you feel both smugly superior to and envious of a person at the same time? That's the vibe Winter has going for her now.
Olivia titters. "If that's your only hangup, you shouldn't be so worried."
You keep eyes locked on Winter as you ask: "Yeah? Why?"
"We've been having sex with her, too. For weeks now!"
Winter hiccups and her eyes become beach balls. "Th-- that's a lie!"
This is too delicious. And you'd never miss a chance to put Winter down. "Slut," you tell her.
"Who's the slut?" She howls. "You lift your skirt for anyone with a heartbeat!"
"I think you're just jealous of how much action I get."
"Oh yeah, I'm real jealous. Jealous I haven't gotten hepatitis Q yet! Do Earth a favor and donate your crotch to medical science when you die, they'll never find another Petri dish that good!"
"It's true, then?" You ask. You nod at the older women. "You've been doing some special overtime at BRB?"
She kicks the leg of the coffee table. Everything atop it shakes and shifts under the force of it. "You don't know the first thing about me, Wes! So keep your nose out of my business!"
Amelia's remorseful expression is morphing into a devious grin, her drunken lusts diverted to another target. "It's true... to an extent, anyway."
"What extent?" You ask.
"Winter is scared to death of Mel's cock!" Olivia tells you. "She won't let Mel put it in her." At saying this, she frowns, putting a finger to her lips. "It's really disappointing, too... I'd just love to see Mel fit it in there."
"I'd love to make it fit," Amelia adds.
Winter is learning a nice lesson in Careful What You Wish For. She's moving away from the table, still on her butt, backpedaling her arms and legs. She stammers, but gets nothing intelligible out. Amelia easily closes the distance. Standing over Winter, she dispenses with formalities and pulls her pants down to her ankles. Her panties don't come close to containing the monster between her legs, which juts up, and out -- so far that the tented cotton seems ready to snap. A nasty wet spot spreads across the fabric, originating from two different spots.
"Wes didn't want to play," Amelia tells her. "Will you help me take care of this?"
From beside you comes a rustle, and you glance over to find Olivia sliding her panties down from under her pencil skirt. She briefly lifts her butt off the floor to get them off, and leaves them dangling around one ankle. She catches you staring. "You don't mind if I masturbate, right?"
"Go ahead," you allow. "It's your place."
She smiles in appreciation.
"Mel-- hold on--" Winter begins, but Amelia won't hear any arguing. She stands over Winter and grabs the back of Winter's head to keep her held fast. Winter's eyes go cross, focusing on the barely-contained cock just millimeters from the sharp tip of her nose.
"You'll take care of me, right?" Amelia asks, notes of gentle pleading in her rum-slurred voice.
"I... I've never..." Winter says, casting you an anxious look. "It's a lie! I'm not a -- gross pervert like you!"
"I'm sure," you say.
Amelia gyrates her hips to rub her panty-clad crotch directly against Winter's face. Her prefuck smears Winter's dark brown skin, leaving it glazed and sticky. "I just need a little relief, that's all... you can help me, right?... you're the best little cocksucker I know." With a thumb pulling at the elastic waistband of the panties, she tugs them aside and frees her member. A crimson blush spreads from the bridge of Winter's nose to her cheeks. Her pupils contract and her lips quiver.
The apartment is permeated now with cock stink. Even from where you sit, that masculine reek is invading your brain and making you dizzy. You can only imagine what it must be doing to poor Winter.
"Lick it," Amelia says. Such a strange mixture of desperation, gentleness, and domineering.
Pointy jaw chattering, Winter manages to get her lips parted far enough to dart her tiny pink tongue out. She gives Amelia's prick a couple hesitant, testing licks on the underside. "Like... like this?"
Amelia puts a hand to her own cheek as she gazes down at the sight. "Ohhh. Exactly like that, yes. Can you kiss it for me, too?"
Winter puckers up and kisses her on her cock. Amelia's knees knock and she coos with delight. But needing more, she gently directs Winter's face this way and that, making her kiss her on her prickhead, her frenulum, her veiny shaft -- on down to her hanging balls. Winter's kisses are nothing but frightened little pecks, but it's enough to make Amelia almost weep in pleasure. Her reddened cock throbs against Winter's elfin face. It looks so wrong, and that's what makes it so hot. Your own cunt throbs at the show.
Amelia gives clear, crude directions. "Use your tongue more. Like you usually do, okay? Make it wet. Suck it."
Winter tries her best. She closes her eyes and wraps her mouth around Amelia's knob. A strand of saliva dangles from the corner of her distended lips and gets halfway down to her lap before snapping. Amelia's cock begins to shine with spit. It makes slick noises as it passes back and forth across Winter's tongue.
Olivia is leaning back on one hand, casually playing with herself under her skirt. "Winter's not very experienced," she tells you, "but... Mel is a good teacher!"
"Can I eat you?" You ask.
"Of course!" Olivia says. She undoes her skirt and lets it fall to floor below her, baring her pretty pussy to you. It has a tuft of hair above the opening, unkempt and damp with her arousal. The meaty lips are joined by little threads of juice that glint in the light. As you crawl on your belly between her legs, the stink of Amelia's cock is overpowered by a new aroma -- Olivia's. Her exotic perfume is like an Indian spice market and pairs so well with the sugary musk of her cunt cream. Your mouth waters in anticipation. You hug her thighs and wrap your lips around her mound like you need her cum to live. Olivia's pubes tickle your nose, but you don't care. You're desperate to see how deep you can get your tongue up her overheated pussy.
Olivia lies fully down on her back and enjoys the ride as you bury your face in her crotch. Her sensuous moans are all the encouragement you need -- that, and the quiver of her labia against your tongue... and the steady drool her fat cunt leaks down your throat as you service her.
Amelia is a more vocal lover. Her voice fills the apartment. "Suck it... you're doing really well, Winter, just like that... I'll be done soon, so bear with it... I can cum in your mouth, right? You'll swallow it, right? ... That's it... keep going... make me spunk..."
You can hear something else, too. The sloppy noises of Winter's inexpert blowjob -- and interspersed with that, small, but definitely there, her moans of embarrassed pleasure. She would never admit it, but she likes sucking Amelia off. Winter likes sucking cock. It makes her hot.
Olivia pets you, using the heel of her palm to apply pressure to your skull as she does so. In this way she gently beckons you to lick her harder, faster -- to suckle on her fat pink clitty and make her cum.
"I squirt," she warns you.
"That's what my mouth is made for," you tell her, flashing her a mischievous grin before diving back into her muff.
So Olivia lets loose and squirts like a fucking geyser into your suckling mouth. She sighs -- a continuous, high pitched sigh of sheer relief, as she uses your mouth to cum. It's delicious. You diligently drink her down, throat muscles rippling. Her cum tastes like cherry cream pie. And although you try to keep her cunt fully enveloped, it's far too puffy, and your mouth is far too little. There's copious overflow, her girlcum squirting sloppily all over the hardwood floor and against your face.
When you pull away from her still leaking pussy, you flash her another grin. "Good?" You ask.
"Very good," she agrees. She sits up. "Bend over the table, dear. I'll eat you, too."
What a nice woman. You kick your shorts off and do as instructed, clutching the table with both hands as Olivia crawls on all fours between your ass. She parts your cheeks with the inspective curiosity of a physician -- it's her first unobstructed, up-close look at your genitals -- and she likes what she sees. "My, you're wet," she says.
"Eating you out made me wet..."
"Hee," she giggles. "Then it's my responsibility to clean you up. Right?" She plants a kiss on your taint and gives your glistening holes one last appreciative look before going for it. "I so love a wet little lesbian like you..." she says. "You're always so ready for it."
With that she presses her face into your cunt and ass. Her tongue is amazing. It lathers you up inside and out, lapping, licking, slurping, and sucking. Your eyes roll. You see stars. Olivia keeps her arms around your legs to hold you steady -- which is good -- you'd buckle and fall down otherwise. This also has the effect of forcing her face even harder against your ass. You grind on her, and enjoy the contours of her face, the way her lips rub your clit, the way her nose tickles your asshole. She eats you with unvarnished enthusiasm and glee. This is a woman who truly loves to lick cunt.
You have a front-row seat to Amelia's debauchery, too. She's got Winter's ears pinched in either hand. With her legs bowed, she bucks her hips, fucking around a third of her turgid dick down into the confines of Winter's throat. Winter is sitting forward, propped on both hands, a pool of her own spittle pooling in the lap of her ruffled skirt. She's gagging and going blue-faced. She reaches up at intervals, to tap on Amelia's knees in a silent plea for oxygen, but Amelia isn't letting up.
"Just keep with it... just a little more... I'm so close, Winter, honey... you're gonna make me cum a lot..."
But you, frankly, want to see Winter degraded even more. Half breathless yourself, you rasp: "don't you want to fuck her for real?"
Amelia glances back at you, but she can't make her hips stop thrusting.
"You want to fuck her pussy, don't you?" You say. "Why waste your load in her mouth?"
Amelia looks back down at Winter's sweaty, drool-coated face as she continues to fuck it mercilessly. "Yes... yes, but..."
"Fuck her. Fuck her for real. I want to see you do it."
Amelia pumps her dick a few more times into Winter's gullet and then pulls out. Winter hacks up wads of spittle and foul-smelling precum, the back of her palm to her lips. Her voice is froggy. "Mel... wait... I'm-- not ready--"
Amelia sinks down to her knees in front of Winter. Between them, her cock juts up like a truncheon. She slowly unbuttons Winter's blouse, pulling it apart, revealing her dark tummy and plain black sports bra. Winter watches, trembling, unable to fight. "Mel... please..."
"But I need it so bad," Amelia says.
"If-- if you want to have sex for real-- th-then... do it with your girlfriend!"
Amelia gets a hand up Winter's skirt and pets her kitty through her panties. "I've wanted this hole for so long, though... it's so small and cute... I love small, cute holes like this..." Her groping makes Winter gulp and shudder in unwanted pleasure. "How long are you going to make me wait? Are you going to force me to take it?"
Olivia pokes her head up from between your butt. "Don't rape the poor girl, Mel."
"I'm not a rapist!" Amelia says over her shoulder. She stares down at Winter and slowly writhes, rubbing her humongous cock against Winter's skinny tummy, rubbing her fingers against Winter's wet cunt to make her hot for it. "I'll be gentle with you. I promise. I'll be so, so gentle with you, Winter... and it'll feel real good for you too, you know?"
But Winter is doing mental geometry as she gazes at this absolutely massive prong pressing against her navel and leaving a snail trail wherever it goes. In this position, it seems like she'd be getting fucked up into her ribcage if she let Amelia use her cunt. She's dithering, doubting -- even if she's obviously curious what it would be like to get dicked down. Eyes still focused on Amelia's futa cock, she bargains for time rather than commit. "S-some... some other night... I can just finish sucking you for now-- you like getting sucked... r-right?"
Amelia is disappointed, but she's true to her word: she's not a rapist. She strokes Winter's cheek. "...Yes. Of course. Drink my cum for me, okay?"
Winter nods, relieved.
"Use my pussy," you say.
Amelia glances back, cock in hand, the head brushing against Winter's lips.
"You want a cute little hole to nut inside? If Winter's too scared, you can use mine." You struggle upright, using Olivia's forehead for leverage. You stand, proudly naked from the waist down, your cunt dripping, and spread yourself open for her with a hand on either side of your hole. "It's small. It's cute. And you can cum inside it all you want." You bow your legs a little to spread your pussy even further, offering an almost gynecological view of the interior. "Come get on top of me," you say.
Amelia strides over to you without a second's further hesitation and pins you against the coffee table. Dice, score pads, books, and other random shit goes scattering, falling to the floor unheeded. Amelia mounts you like the breeding bitch you are.
"Thank you," she sighs. "You always come through for me, Wes..."
She slips her cock into you with ease and starts to jackhammer you -- this is less like sex for her than masturbation, and she doesn't offer you any foreplay or tenderness. You can feel your belly bulging every time she gets it balls-deep. You wonder sometimes if she'll ever do damage to you by fucking you like this. But that's a pretty small price to pay for the bliss of getting your cervix fucked. You grin stupidly at her. "Mmm... choke me, too."
Amelia chokes you. She gets both her hands around your neck and uses it to prop her upper half up, fucking on top of you with all her pent-up desperation. Your arms flop uselessly, you foam at the mouth, your vision grows indistinct around the edges and you think you're about to pass out when you hear Winter's voice:
"Wait! You can fuck me!"
Amelia stops choking you, but only slows her thrusting a little bit. Your head lolls to the side.
Winter is completely nude, resting her weight on her elbows, with legs spread -- presenting herself. "You don't want a busted-up pussy like hers, do you? You want me. I'll let you put it in!"
"You..." Amelia drawls, too drunk and horny to compute.
Winter nods encouragingly. She spreads her cunt open in imitation of the way you did earlier. Fucking copycat. "I'll even... let you cum inside..." she says. "As much as you want."
Amelia drinks the sight of her in with obvious lust. But she hesitates -- it's obvious she doesn't want to spurn you. Plus, pulling out of the warm sheath of your cunt is a sorry prospect. She really likes it inside of you.
"Go ahead," you tell her.
She looks down at you. "Are you s--"
"Pop her fucking cherry," you whisper. "I want to see it."
Amelia pulls out of you and, hurrying, blue-balled, she gets herself between Winter's legs. Winter gulps. The size disparity is almost comical, and she seems to be having second thoughts as this much larger woman climbs on top of her.
"You're sure?" Amelia prompts.
Winter thinks. When she sees you grinning at her from the coffee table, she decides. She nods. "F... fuck me. Please."
"Once I start... I won't be able to stop."
"I know." She looks tremblingly from Amelia's prick up to her face. "...Gentle, right?"
"Yes," Amelia says. "Gentle." She hunches forward, kisses Winter on the cheek, hugs her. Presses her fat cowtits to Winter's plank-flat chest. In a voice just above a whisper, she adds: "...but not that gentle," and thrusts her dick up Winter as far as she can get it.
Winter lets out a choked "--ghhh--!" and that's all she can do before the wind is knocked completely out of her. From this vantage you can hardly see her at all, just her soles and her calves bouncing as Amelia humps on top of her. You do have a nice view of Amelia's plump ass, though, her love handles, her severely arching back, her leaking pussy and her heavy balls. You glimpse, occasionally, her thrusting shaft as well as it pounds relentlessly into Winter's cunt with the single-minded need to breed.
"Your plan worked," Olivia giggles.
"Winter's too easy," you say. "I knew she'd get jealous."
"She's the type." Olivia watches as Amelia throws her head back in sheer ecstasy and picks up the pace of her raw fucking. Her face as she fucks Winter is going all droopy and drooly, slackjawed, vacant. She's not in control anymore. Her cock is. She doesn't even seem to notice that her tits are smothering Winter.
"I kind of want to lick Mel's pussy," you say.
"I'm sure she won't complain. Would you like me to keep licking yours?"
"No... let's both help Mel cum. The sooner she finishes inside Winter, the better. I don't know how much more pounding she can take."
"You're sweet."
So you and Olivia push your faces up against Amelia's thrusting ass. She lets out a slurred, drooling "yessss..." as you do so, but otherwise seems barely cognizant of what you're doing. Nevertheless, you and Olivia lick her all over, from her anus to her cunt, and all around her swinging balls, as the sound of Winter getting slam-fucked rings through your ears.
Olivia's eyes are gleaming. Occasionally your tongues meet and meld in the disgusting soup of male and female juices Amelia produces. You suck on her holes while she plunges her cock with abandon inside Winter's unprotected pussy. And when, with a hiss of delirious pleasure, she unloads her nuts, you swab your tongues around their egg-shaped contours as they pulse and empty themselves into Winter Denali.
Winter is an utter mess. Sweaty, dazed, babbling, and leaking cum like an overfilled Twinkie. She looks barely human. More like a used tissue.
Amelia is somewhat herself again, having taken the edge off her horniness. She grows concerned as she pulls her still-erect cock free. "Are you okay?"
Winter's chest heaves. She coughs and sputters. She rubs her forehead. "That was... oh, god... oh my god..."
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to--"
But Winter interjects. "It was good... it was so... so freaking good..." She lies in repose, catching her breath, and enjoying the afterglow. But she startles when you get between her splayed legs. "Wes--?"
"Relax," you tell her. "You took it like a champ. Now let me clean you off..."
She stares down in bewilderment as you start to siphon the cummy mess from her pussy. But too tired to fight and too stimulated to care anymore, she shrugs, lies back again, and lets it happen.
"I knew they could play nice," Olivia says. She and Amelia sit on the floor and watch you two lezzing out.
"God, you guys made me cum so much..." Amelia sighs. "I really needed that."
Olivia turns and crawls into Amelia lap. "Got any more in there for me?" She asks, holding Amelia by the shoulders and petting her balls at the same time.
Amelia kisses her. "For you... always."
Olivia sits down on her cock and starts to ride in slow, lazy, circular strokes, while you suck the cum from Winter's deepest parts.