Chapter Five – Luna #3
“Harder.” I wanted the sensation to ricochet through my body—and I wanted Jack to hear.
Tommy slapped me again, while my ass was down and my pussy was wrapped around Bear’s cock. I felt it reverberate through me. “Oh yeah—that’s good—but a little harder.”
This time he waited until my ass was lifted up, nearly shifting me off the chair. I tensed and Bear groaned, feeling my pussy clench, as if to hold on. I dropped back onto him, took him deep and said, “Again!”
Tommy hit the other ass cheek this time. I knew I’d still have red handprints in the morning—but the sensations were so worthwhile. “Again!” I pleaded.
Tommy did as he was asked. I shouted when his hand landed, a yelp of pain mixed with surprise and arched my back, taking Bear’s cock in hard, while presenting my ass to his friend.
Tommy redoubled his efforts, not by using more force, but by using both hands, arhythmic, I never knew what to expect, where or when. I cried out with each blow, holding myself still now as Bear plunged up from below, bringing his feet up so that he could arc his cock into me.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I began, like I was chanting a prayer, and then looked back, and saw Tommy’s poor ignored perfect cock. “Tommy stop—come here.” My ass was on fire now, I loved it, it’d feel warm for days.
Tommy came up and I reached out for him with my hand and started jerking him off. No—that wasn’t fair—I kissed Bear one last time and then leaned over, open-mouthed.
Tommy knew what I intended, and pressed forward, shoving his cock in my mouth without preamble. There’d been a time for kissing earlier but we were past that now—now all of us just needed to come.
Bear held me while I was gagging on Tommy’s cock, my breasts pressed against him, rubbing with each of his thrusts—and he was thrusting so hard I was worried we’d fall off the chair, except for when he held me down, hips and ass, his hands tracing over the marks that Tommy’d just left, and Tommy’s hips were pulsing, giving his whole cock to me—I heard him groan, felt Bear moan, and all I could manage were the high pitched whines of an animal about to come.
Tommy leaned over and slapped my ass one more time, hard, and it was like he was pushing the first domino over.
My pussy clenched around Bear, and the friction of his thrusts set—me—off—and I just started incoherently screaming around Tommy’s cock, thrashing on top of Bear, my hips rocking wildly into his.
Bear sped up, making animalistic sounds, and then his hands grabbed my thighs to hold me still as he began pounding his load home into me.
Tommy’s hands found my hair with both hands and sealed his cock deep down my throat, then grunted a warning.
“I’ll pull—” he started, but I reached out and around and held him close, gagging on his cock again before he could go anywhere.
He made an anguished sound and then I could feel his balls lift as his cum spurt in a salty geyser down the back of my throat.
His hips pulsed, spasming, and I sucked out every drop.
Tommy put his hands down over us and tried to catch his breath. His cock had started going soft as I pulled back. “I’m—I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said, leaning back, not quite swallowing. I knew a little magic—and freely given cum had lots of uses. I ran a finger into my mouth and brought some out to trace a healing pattern around each nipple piercing.
Below me, Bear fought to catch his breath. I ground against him, one last time, feeling him shiver, before pulling my hips up and letting him fall out of me. This condom was just as full of cum as the last one—he probably had years of catching up to do.
“You’re….” he began, trying to come up with words for this. “That….” he tried again.
I unmounted both him and the chair. “It was good, right?”
“Better than,” Tommy breathed, leaning against the counter behind him.
I looked down at my nipples—I wasn’t used to how they looked with the barbells in them. “Do you like the looks of these?” I asked them.
Bear’s gaze wandered all over my body. “Completely,” Bear said, and Tommy nodded to agree.
We got dressed and I sent the boys out first—I didn’t want to get into trouble on my first gainfully employed day, so I used the Sani-wipes under the sink to wipe all of the sexy-times surfaces down. There weren’t any windows in the room though, so I couldn’t air out the sex-smell.
Then I pulled on all my clothes with the exception of my shirt. I looked again at my newly pierced nipples, pinching them experimentally. They were already less tender now that I’d fed them life, so I might as well keep them in. I tugged my shirt back on, and pushed my way into the tattoo corral.
Two of the boys were already wearing bandages, and from where I perched on the piercing display counter, Jack was almost done with Johnny, the third.
“Get down from there,” Jack said, without once looking up. I hopped off and pouted.
Bear and Tommy had clearly relayed the evening’s events, probably minus the revelation of Bear’s ill-behaved girlfriend and his virginity. At seeing me, Bear and Tommy looked at me with some sort of reverence, whereas the other three just had hunger in their eyes.
“What?” I asked innocently, shifting my weight to make all of me wriggle, my hips, breasts, and hair.
“Nothing,” Bear said quickly, and Tommy agreed, after winking at me.
Jack bandaged Johnny up and started mocking up artwork for Bear’s turn. I knew he could smell the sex on Bear, my raw scent mixed with his. Johnny lurched toward me, tender on his tattooed calf. “Hey—I’ve sobered up.”
“That’s nice,” I said, weaving past him to Jack’s side. I wanted Jack to smell sex on me as well—for us to surround him, for him to be punished by 360 degree smell-o-vision. I wanted him to know what he missed out on.
I needed him to need me.
“What I meant was, I didn’t have whiskey-dick earlier—and I certainly don’t have it now,” Johnny said, grabbing for his crotch like it was a loaded gun.
“That’s nice,” I said, with a street-wise finality.
“I’m ready if you,” Johnny said, leaning forward—and then Jack was there, standing between us, a wall of angry man.
“Don’t touch the girl.”
Johnny, not as sober as he thought, was still confused. “What?”
“If she wants you to touch her, you’ll know it. Until then, ask. If you dare.”
I gave Johnny a look that he knew meant there was no point in asking, but that still didn’t stop him. He stumbled forward, bleary-eyed, swinging a hand out at me like a paw through cage bars. “Come on—just one feel.”
Jack grabbed his hand and twisted it back and up in a move that sent Johnny to his knees. The other players startled at this and Jack looked at them over Johnny’s head. “Did I stutter?” he asked the rest of them. They all shook their heads in synchrony.
“Hey, Johnny—let’s catch a ride back, okay?” Bear came in and threw an arm around Johnny. “I’ll go with you—we can pick up some more vodka on the way.”
Johnny’s brain switched gears slowly as Jack let him unwind. “Yeah, sure, okay.” He stood and Bear went with him, guiding him through the saloon doors into the lounge outside.
“But your tattoo, dude,” Tommy called after him.
Bear flashed a huge grin back at all of us. “Don’t worry—I’m never going to forget tonight.”
Jack did Tommy’s tattoo in record time and Tommy slipped me his number. I made a silly show of tucking it into my shirt even though I didn’t have a bra and he laughed. He knew I was never going to call him and yet he wouldn’t be a swordsmith if he didn’t at least try.
Jack waited until they were all outside before whirling on me. “You think that’s all right? You think that’s normal?”
I shrunk back beneath his anger, then lashed out. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t get to feed.”
“That’s not it,” he said, regrouping, turning away from me.
“It is too!” I ran around so he had to see my face.
“I want to feed you, Jack. I want to feed you so badly. And I’m so good at it.
You know I am. Just look at me.” I stretched out over the nearest chair, arched my back and threw my hair aside, exposing my whole neck.
“You could fuck me and bleed me, Jack. We both know you want to.”
He couldn’t deny it—I could see his hard-on from here. “Clean up. Wipe down everything. And don’t talk to me.” He picked up the container of Sani-wipes and threw it short, making it land at my feet, grabbed the calendar, and then stormed into his office.