Chapter 6 Permission for Her
She tastes salty and sweet and hot and cool all at once.
I know exactly what to do, I think as I wrap my tongue around her heat and swirl it on the underside.
My clit twitches in Chrys’ mouth at the thought.
My dress rustles sweetly around me as she bobs up and down on my length.
I know soon I’ll have to do that with Janelle, too, and hers is far larger than mine.
But for now, it’s enough to just do this.
“You’re very pretty with a cock in your mouth,” the Lady Janes says from somewhere behind Janelle. “I wonder where else she could put it?”
I barely have a chance to register the comment before Janelle drives deeper into me and I feel a finger pressing at my rear entrance.
I squeal in shock and arousal around Janelle, the sound muted.
But it’s enough for the three of them to hear; Jane with a giggle, Chrys with a satisfied moan, and Janelle with a broad grin.
“She’s a natural,” she says to Jane while staring straight at me. I pull back to speak but she grabs my hair and keeps me tight around her shaft. “Don’t stop.”
The truth is I don’t want to. Pleasure courses through me from Chrys’ tender touch and her perfect, teasing blowjob.
She walks me up to the line of pleasure before pulling me back.
I do no such thing with Janelle, secretly thrilling at how I can make her beautiful lips fall open as I pleasure her and her delicious taste and smell.
She floods my mouth with pre-cum and I slurp every drop down.
“Janelle, are you going to have an accident?”
“No, Lady,” Janelle groans. Her arms are tight around her bundle of skirts.
“Are you sure? I would hate to punish you like I had to with Chrys.”
“Is it really a punishment if she loves it?”
“It is when it lasts for three months.”
The pre-cum spilling from Janelle is thicker now.
The wiggle of her hips has turned into something more like thrusting, and her breathing comes in gasps instead of slow groans.
Even I can tell she’s close to cumming. It makes my chest tighten to realize that part of me wants her to.
I want to taste her excitement. I want to be the cause of it.
But instead she pulls away and slips off of me.
A long strand of saliva mixed with pre-cum runs between us until she collapses onto the bed, chest heaving, clit twitching amongst her skirts.
My eyes flick down to Chrys, still slipping up and down my length.
Her finger is still between my cheeks, making tight circles over my rear entrance, until her eyes snap up to mine.
The instant our gazes meet, her finger pushes forwards and slips inside of me, fast and hard.
“Oh,” I manage, my voice a high whisper.
It’s like no pleasure I’ve ever known. She moves it in and out carefully, her eyes searching for any sign of pain or discomfort.
But all there is for me is the strangeness and intensity of feeling so filled — and then by the stomach-lurching pleasure of a spot deep inside of me her finger curls against. My body lifts off the bed as my back arches, driving my clit deeper into Chrys’ mouth.
Her touch is relentless, grinding against the spot so hard I can feel pre-cum spurt out of me with every touch.
My mouth falls open in a silent scream that Janelle uses as an opportunity to kiss me hard and fast.
The world blurs around me. Chrys keeps thrusting harder and faster while I writhe on the mattress, pinned beneath her lips and fingers.
Jane leans over her shoulder now and watches us both with interest. My whole body is tense like a spring being wound tighter and tighter.
It’s only when I realize my eyes are shut and I manage to open them that I see Chrys is no longer wrapped around my clit.
All the pleasure has come from her fingering me.
“That’s your sissy spot,” she purrs.
“Yours seems quite sensitive,” Jane says, impressed. “There are so many fun things we can do with you. In fact, Chrys, why don’t you show the dear girl how we like to tease you.”
“Can I have her mouth, Lady?”
Jane’s voice suddenly sounds excited in a way that makes me nervous. “Chrys, you are allowed to cum.”
It seems to hit Chrys like a ton of bricks.
Her eyes widen before she lets out a tiny, high-pitched squeal.
Then she all but throws herself next to me, pulling her skirts back against her chest to reveal what has been lurking underneath.
It all happens so fast I can barely register it.
But when I see what’s in her panties, it all makes sense at once.
I’m going to suck Chrys’ clit, too, and she’s going to cum in my mouth.
And when she peels her panties down and I finally see what’s in them, what that strange metal glimmer has been, my stomach drops and my mouth dries.
Her clit is tiny, shorter than my thumb, and furiously drooling pre-cum.
If her panties weren’t black, they’d be stained darker from it.
But as I open my mouth to suck my second shaft of the day, it’s not that knowledge that makes my breath catch in my chest.
It’s what’s locked around her tiny, drooling clit.