Summer gets her hands under your sweater and peels it off of you. Okay, maybe some of your butterflies were due to lovey-dovey feelings, but some of them definitely were from the fear of being caught. You have no idea when this store is going to open its doors to the public. And when Summer tosses the sweater across the tiny space, so that it falls behind the bed, you are keenly aware of how impossible it would be to retrieve and put on again in time if someone walked in on you.
Your bra goes next. This she chucks on the coffee table. Just the sensation of the air conditioned air hitting your nipples makes your pussy get freshly wet. You try to put your arms down by your side, but Summer keeps them above your head, pinning your wrists together. She mauls your torso with kisses. They aren't the chaste pecks of a kid in puppy love. They're the suckling, licking, drooling kisses of a horny perv. She goes from your navel, diagonally up and across your body, over your ribcage, ending, finally, at your right armpit. You draw a sharp breath, and whine, and squirm, but Summer keeps you held fast. She kisses your armpit, just like she'd kiss you on your mouth. Lips pursed, tongue searching. Her upper lip catches on the outer crook of it. She licks you there. Her tongue, so warm, is slimy against your skin. She gets her nostrils nestled in your pit too, right up against the skin until you're sure she can feel every bump of gooseflesh, and breathes in deep. No shame. She presses her face into your body and licks you and inhales the scent of your armpit. You haven't shaved in a couple days, so you're stubbly there, and as ticklish as her kisses feel, you know it must feel even rougher against her well-tenderized skin. She doesn't seem to care at all.
"You fucking stink," she growls. She's drooling. "Don't you wear deodorant?"
"Uh--"
"Nnngh," she grunts. "Fuckhh..." She moves her face across your chest, licking one of your nipples as she passes, and buries herself in your other pit. Her eyes roll into the back of her skull, her muscles tense. She's in sheer bliss. You, meanwhile, aren't sure what to make of these sensations. The terror of being so exposed, the humiliation of being explored in such a strange and strangely intimate way... but it's good, somehow, it makes you feel somehow sexy. And, god, it makes your pussy drip. So you let her kiss and lick and sniff you under your armpits. You smile as you crane your neck to watch her pigging out. You've always felt so gross, in every way. But this, the grossest part of you, is so desirable to a person like Summer... it fills your heart with glad feelings.
You help her out of her blouse and skirt and bra. She's as cavalier about ditching her own clothes as she was about ditching yours. The garments go flying in all directions, practically irretrievable. Her leopard print thong is sodden. Sitting up, butt-to-belly on you, she rubs the thing against her overheated twat. You can see clearly the contours of her pussy mound, and you can hear the wet squish of her masturbatory play. Her cherry-red nails make such a contrast to the garish orange of the panties as she rubs her hand in fast circles.
"You make me so fucking hot, babe," Summer tells you. There's a harsh catch to her voice -- the rasp of desperate need. "See?"
You nod.
"What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna get me off?"
You let your mouth hang open as your answer. Lovingly, Summer puts all four fingers of her hand -- the one she was just jilling off with -- against your lower teeth, and drags your jaw even further open. You lick her fingertips. She giggles. Getting up onto her knees, she shimmies free of her underwear. Raising first one leg and then the other, she gets them fully off. And then she does something you don't expect. She wads them up and forces them into your mouth.
You'd rather have eaten her pussy, but this is fine too. You can taste her just as well like this. That Summer taste, of sugar and cream, sweat and grime -- that taste you're quickly growing addicted to. Summer mewls. "You're so precious..."
Summer gets you pantsless, then takes off your shoes and socks and panties too. She wants you totally, 100% nude. But for herself, she keeps a special prize. She takes your panties, balls them, and holds them to her nose. Nearly hyperventilating, moaning like a bitch, she filters her breaths through this dirty thing that you came in less than an hour ago, and closes her eyes in depraved delight. Maybe this is why she shoved her own underwear in your mouth. If she's going to stain herself with your scent, she wants to stain you with hers as well. It's a way of marking each other. No wonder she wears animal prints -- she's a raw, animistic girl when she gets all horny.
As she huffs your smell, her restless fingers find her clit, and she frigs herself. You rub her thighs to encourage her. They're so soft and warm, and endlessly squeezable. She settles atop you ass-to-belly again, only this time she starts to grind. Back and forth, she rubs her cunt on your naked body as she masturbates. It leaves her fluids in a snail trail all over you. Desperate for some stimulation yourself, you push your arms between her legs, so you can reach your crotch, and play with your pussy too.
"Here," she pants, "here..." She hoists one of your legs high in the air, and repositions her body so your twats are kissing. She wants to scissor with you. You've never tried that with her, but Summer's adorably squishy mound is the perfect hole to hump with, you figure. You can feel the heat pouring, furnace-like, from her orifice as she gets it lined up with yours. As she resettles her weight, you shudder at the pillowy way her vulva hugs and sticks to and drools against your genitals. You moan, but it's muffled by Summer's dirty panties. Realizing that you can hardly make a sound for the gag, you feel oddly compelled to start sucking on the silky fabric like it's a giant pacifier.
Summer starts to bounce. She isn't gentle. She bounces on you like she's got cock that she's jamming right into your womb. You feel really empty... you kind of wish she did have a cock... your body is so hot, and you feel so good, but another part of it is so empty that it aches -- your womb throbs and aches -- your body knows it's getting fucked, but you aren't getting penetrated. Maybe Summer is feeling these same things, because her cunt-to-cunt rubbing grows more vicious and forceful. Until at last she's actually standing, looming tall over your supine form, and hugging your raised leg for support, still with your underwear held tight against her bulging nostrils. She, still in her thigh-highs, runs a socked foot across your body. She steps on you, even as she scissors with you. And although the position doesn't let her put too much weight behind it, she's surprisingly flexible -- enough to press her sole against your face.
You let it happen. What else would you do? You let Summer step on you and mash her sweaty, stuffy toes against you. The sour, slightly nutty smell of her feet is still also imbued with the airy scent of her skin care products -- her lotions and perfumes -- so that it makes your head spin. Standing like this, nearly doing the splits, Summer isn't able to fuck you as hard as before. Her humping is more erratic and off-kilter. But this is heaven, anyway. The taste of her cunt, the reek of her feet, and the jelly-like sticky softness of her vulva on yours. You're gonna cum.
Summer cums first. You feel that familiar series of wet pulses in a new and unfamiliar way. That flutter-gush-pause, flutter-gush-pause of her orgasming cunt is waterfalling over your own vagina. Her cum, fresh from the source, has definite viscosity and is almost scaldingly hot. It singes your rock-hard clit and sears your gash as it trickles inside you. But Summer wants more, she wants to degrade you. So she lets your leg fall, climbs over you, and presses her gushing pussy against your face. She sits on you, and with both hands she rubs the rest of her cum out of herself so that it pours all over your head. Over your scrunched-up nose, across your shuttered eyelids, down your cheeks and chin. Summer uses you as a cum rag.
And then, when she's through orgasming on you, she turns, lies on top of you, and sucks your cum out of your pussy. You've taught her pretty well in terms of cunnilingus. She knows your weak spots and isn't afraid to take advantage of them. You squirt a load of cum down her throat and she, in turn, mashes her slimy pussy against your slimy face. You love it...
"I knew you fuckers would be partying without me."
Summer looks up from between your legs. You look up from over Summer's dumptruck ass. Amber is here, having gotten inside god only knows how. She's already half-naked, and she's fast discarding the rest of her clothes. "Come on, come on," she beckons, motioning for you to stand as she throws her panties away. "I've always wanted to do something like this." She undoes her bra and lets it fall from her body.
Summer helps you to your feet. She leaves your panties behind, but you feel sluttier keeping the makeshift gag of hers rooted firmly in your mouth. Amber gives you an appreciative look. "You're cute with a mouthful," she tells you.
"What do you want to do?" Summer asks. Her voice is full of exhilaration, openness, and wonder.
"Let's go exploring," Amber says, tickling her own pussy with a forefinger.
The next half hour or so passes in a sexual daze. The three of you wander the store at random together, playing with your holes, and with each other's holes, too. Amber hikes a leg up on a cherrywood dining table and, with fingers in her asshole and her cunt, squirts cum all over the varnish. Summer gets you sitting on the edge of a toilet and plunges four fingers deep inside you, rubbing your G-spot, while pleasuring your clit from the outside with her thumb, until you spray all over the concrete floor; as you sweep your gaze up from your spasming cunt, to lock eyes with her, she grabs your throat and makes out with you. You get Amber on her back on a waterbed and straddle her face until your pussy clenches and climaxes from the insistent probing of her little pink tongue. Summer, meanwhile, tastes Amber's little pink pussy, and just about drowns from the way Amber creams on her.
You and Amber press Summer up against the mosaic tiled wall of a walk-in shower. You get one of her tan, meaty legs up, her foot balanced on the faucet, so that you and Amber can kneel beneath her and feast on her fuckholes both at the same time. You eat Summer's cunt while Amber rims her out. Your tongues occasionally meet and meld over her taint. Summer clutches the shower curtain, howling in pleasure, until she cums and her legs give out and she collapses atop you, laughing in joy.
Amber plugs Summer's nose and rides her sucking mouth so hard that Summer almost passes out. Summer and Amber get you on your back in a cold, hard bathtub, and step on your face while they masturbate over you. You hold their ankles and beg them to step on you even harder, and delight as their cum rains down in torrents over your sweat-slick body.
Summer gets Amber's legs akimbo on a ladderback chair and sees how far she can get her tongue up Amber's ass. The answer is pretty far. Amber cums in Summer's hair from the rimjob alone. From a collection of fake vegetables, Summer selects a smooth, particularly phallic brass statuette of a summer squash (how fitting) and fucks you with it while Amber holds you your spine pinned against the rough cobblestone of a fireplace. The makeshift toy batters your back walls and bruises your cervix. Your womb aches a little less at being fucked like this. You ball your fists against your chest and kiss with Amber sweetly, across the barrier of Summer's cummy, drooly panties, while Summer mercilessly rapes you just as deep as she can shove the thing.
When Summer convinces Amber of how fun it is, they raise your hands above your head as they snuggle with you under the sultry covers of a king bed, and make out with your armpits. One mouth there was almost overwhelming; two mouths gorging on the disgusting taste and smell of your pits at the same time is totally brain-bending. The collective body heat, trapped beneath this oppressive comforter, makes you sweat like a faucet, adding to your embarrassment -- and to their fun. They gyrate against your legs and play with your cunt together while they huff and suck your sweaty pits, until at last you all stain the new bedsheets with cream.
All over the store you go, like this, as a trio -- talk about marking your territory -- with Amber and Summer giggling and stumbling around like they're drunk. Which they are; cum drunk. You're equally as cum drunk. And you're laughing along with them, too. You can't believe you get to share in this kind of perversion together, in a place so wide-open and public. People could come pouring in at any second, and you don't care. None of you do. You just want to keep cumming and cumming. You're all going to stink like sex and one another's dirtiest parts for days.