Chapter 7
“Well, baby girl. It’s up to you. Do you want to take this further? Or do you want to stop now” Dalton asks, slowly stroking his cock, a bubble of precum glistens at the tip.
“If you leave me hanging like this, I will go get my box of toys. And I might not stop until the sun is coming up.” Dalton groans at the thought but looks at Tray. “You can’t fuck her until my ring is on that finger. Anything else goes.”
Tray’s eyes go wide, and his mouth hangs open for a moment while he stares at Dalton.
“Seriously? But I haven’t … I don’t …” Tray whispers, causing my eyes to pop open.
Before I can say anything, Dalton sticks his thumb in my open mouth.
“I know, kid. I trust you. We can teach you. What do you want to do?”
I bite down on his thumb, not very hard but trying to get his attention …
he ignores me, staying focused on Tray. While Tray is looking up and down my body, Dalton starts slowly sliding his thumb in and out of my mouth.
Tray is still sitting on my thighs, and his eyes lock on where his dick is resting on my fupa. “Can I … taste … her?”
Dalton chuckles at Tray’s sudden shyness. “You wanna eat her kitty? I bet she is good and wet now. Get off her legs and open her up.” Tray quickly moves into position as Dalton tells me, “Open up, princess. Let him see how wet he has made your pussy.”
I have no choice but spread my legs wide as Tray slides between them. I bend my knees slightly, so my legs are over his broad shoulders. Dalton bends down to kiss me, his tongue aggressively rubbing against mine. I moan into his mouth as Tray starts licking up my juices.
I try to stay still as Tray is exploring but it doesn’t take long before he has me moaning and whimpering, wiggling my hips. Dalton breaks our kiss and repositions himself, so his hard dick is by my mouth, already dripping precum.
“Suck gently, baby girl. I am already so close …” I lick his juice from the tip before taking him into my mouth causing him to moan this time.
I slowly tease him with my tongue, enjoying the salty flavor.
He starts giving Tray directions on using his tongue and fingers to make me orgasm.
As I am squirming under Tray, he is humping the blanket at the end of the bed.
All three of us are on the edge … trying to prolong the pleasure for as long as we can hold out. Tray peaks first, squirting all over the blanket. He sucks harder on my clit while adding a third finger inside me, triggering my orgasm, my pussy clamping down on his fingers.
My back arches off the bed and I take Daltons cock deep in my mouth, the vibrations from my moaning triggering him. I swallow every drop of his hot seed, gently cleaning him with my tongue as Tray is still licking up my juices. We end up collapsing on the bed together, trying to catch our breath.
“That was … so fuckin’ hot. We gotta do that again.” Dalton huffs out between breaths. “Well, kid. What ‘cha think?” Tray looks up from where his head is resting on my stomach.
“I think I am drunk on her juices.” He licks his lips and moans. “I want some more.”
Dalton chuckles, his cock already twitching back to life.
“Let’s clean up. Then we’ll see about round two.
” Dalton covers me with his towel then they pull the wet blanket off the end of the bed and take it to the washing machine.
Dalton comes back in with a warm washcloth and gently cleans my lady parts, causing me to moan again when he brushes against my sensitive button.