by Oblimo
The two girls glanced at each other over Eddie's head. "Nah," they chorused, and returned to pumping. Eddie's jism and the glistening goo girl cum were worked into froth by the action of the fabric and fingers against his skin.
Eddie arched his back and kicked but the combined weight of the two girls was just too much after being bound and bent over for hours. "Wait!" Each squeeze and curl of their fingers made him jolt and judder.
"We're tired of waiting, Eddie," FedEx whined, sliming his dick with his own cum. "We want to be free. We need to be free. So we're gunna drain you bone dry and make sure you stay that way."
"Besides," Hot Pants whispered into his ear. Their pumping grew fervid and quick. The froth worked itself into the fabric of the gloves. The two girls fisted him, harder and faster. "Want to know what her last command was before she let us go?"
Eddie could only whimper, awful afterglow orgasm building.
The kitchen door flung open. A wild-eyed, half naked man wearing nothing but a ragged, FedEx uniform shirt fell into the room. Many slender hands shot out of the doorway behind him, grabbing up his bare ankles, calves, thighs and ass. His eyes met Eddie's. He gurgled, "Run," before he was hauled back through the door and out of sight.
The girl wearing the FedEx hat giggled, scooted down and bent close, watching captivated as she and Hot Pants beat Eddie off to a searing, second orgasm. Little pearls of cum splattered her chin. They kept working him over until his cum ran clear and thin as water before they let go. The coil burning in Eddie's balls and abdomen unwound at last.
Then FedEx ran froth-matted, gloved fingers over her lips, cooed, "Frenzy," and deep-throated him.
Eurydice loomed over the convulsing Raspberry. Green honey drizzled down Eurydice's chin onto the lavender girl's tummy. Raspberry's bellybutton ranneth over and a steaming emerald flood washed down the delta of her sex. Raspberry squealed, toes wriggling. She held up a trembling hand. "Wait, wait. Eurydice, wait!"
Eurydice frowned down. "What?"
Raspberry's eyes rolled back. A few wayward pollywogs found her, swam into her, fed her their memories. Raspberry's hand dropped down to her labia, sleek with green and purple nectar. "I finally got Dee by the balls." She gulped. "Holy shit, they're ginormous and so full. Jeebus, there's no way you could ever fuck all this cum out of him yourself, Eurydice. Share the wealth, ya greedy twat."
Eurydice boggled, unbelieving, before grinning a mouthful of knives. She swung about, locked her legs over Raspberry's head. "Oh, I'll show you a greedy twat alright." Eurydice's face hovered over Raspbery's cleft. Her breath melted the jellied orchid petals covering the lavender girl's mons into a slurry of raspberry wine. Eurydice's dreadlocks wound tight around Raspberry's thighs. "But first I feel like making some soup." She mashed her face and sex down. Green and purple slithered together in a pneumatic 69.
"Well, that's one way to make a raspberry lime rickey," CeeCee said.
"So, Eurydice." Dee trotted over, skin glistening wet. "What did you wa–ha–huh?" Raspberry wrapped her arms around Eurydice's waist, tongue stabbing deep. "Uh, guys? Hey, guys?"
Eurydice threw her head back, gasping. Her teeth flashed with pomegranate nectar. "You made her cum first, bright boy. So fair's fair. And when I'm through with her." Eurydice spread Raspberry's sex between two fingers and kissed the lavender, clitoral hood into her mouth. "You're next."
"CeeCee," Dee said, stepping over to the kneeling amber woman so that his bare crotch was level with her face, his dick slowly engorging, making her cockeyed. "What's up?"
CeeCee's lips squirmed, her jaw trembled. She shook her head, hissing, "You God damned, teasing motherfu—" She cut herself short, held up both hands. The air wooshed out of her. She took a cleansing breath, then looked up at Dee, canary diamond eyes cool and sparkling. "Face it, honey. You've been upstaged. Topping those two tarts is going to take some teamwork. And nanomek."
"Dee." Unyx paced. "no – games – need – nanomek – you're – friends. " She wrung her hands. "you – Ursula – good – friends – much – trust – but – can't – we – can't. " Her eye-mask dwindled until only black contacts remained. "Dee," Unyx mumbled, "what are we going to do?"
Dee brushed a tear away from Unyx's cheek, staining his thumb with black ink. "I'll do what I have to do." He looked down at his hands, then his crotch, and shrugged. "Got a bucket?"
CeeCee and Eurydice both cried, "What?" while Raspberry, smothered in limeade pussy, only managed a "Wff?"
Eurydice sat up. "Oh, no." Her juicy green ass pivoted over Raspberry's face, slicker than a quart of astroglide. Raspberry groaned in depraved delight, her arms falling limp as she just lay there, wallowing in the face-fucking. "No, way." Eurydice's gel-flesh tits and tummy separated from Raspberry's surface in a syrupy, slurping wave. She wore a thick, vertical candy stripe of berry-red frosting from her chin to her belly. "If you think we're going to just sit here," Eurydice muttered, rocking, "and watch you play with that glorious cock of Mine while you fill a fucking, mm, b–bucket, with all that, oh, God, all that c–cum…"
CeeCee's poker face broke into desperation. She rolled up onto her feet, a fountain of creamy yellow sherbet. "You could really fill a bucket?"
Raspberry squeezed her head out from between the green girl's ass-cheeks. She wore an avocado facial mask of lime goo girl cum. "Shit on a stick, CeeCee," Raspberry burbled. "Wait till ya feel what that man's got to offer, we're gunna need a fucking bucket brigade."
"Shut up, you two," Eurydice demanded, rising, her eyes glowing, her head so wreathed in vapor she seemed aflame in jade. "Dee, if you think you can tease us like that." She advanced on Dee, fuming. "In fact, if you keep teasing us just one more second, you've got another thing cumming." The sheaves of her quivering hair tickled his chin. "Got that?"
The sultry vapor enveloped him, its citrus-and-sex aroma stronger than he ever remembered. "Um." Dee grew hard in seconds. "Uh-oh."
Eurydice bent her head, eyes rolling down. "Alright. That's it." She stepped aside. "Girls, it's time."
Dee backpedaled, arms raised. "But…"
Raspberry rocketed upright, her borrowed overshirt saturated with psychedelic purple and green hues. "Sweeeet." She swaggered over and grabbed Dee's left elbow.
Dee protested, "I didn't…"
"I'll try anything once," CeeCee said, surging forward and grabbing Dee's right wrist. "Twice if I like it." She glanced down at his thick prick. "Three times to make sure."
"But it wasn't on purpose," Dee insisted. "It wasn't my fault."
"No," Eurydice said, stepping behind him, planting her hands on his back. "It was Mine. Now march. God, Dee, even your back is rock hard. This is gunna be the best fuck you've ever had."
The three girls pushed and pulled him forward. Ursula dropped back, inky contacts spilling out into the whites of her eyes, then spreading over her face in a raccoon's mask. "guys – wait – Dee – looks – scared."
Eurydice relented, grinning in reverie. "It's bestest when he looks scared." The three meliae lead him off road. "And he's loving it. C'mon, Unyx. You don't want to miss this."
Unyx pussyfooted after them. "Eurydice – nanomek – need – so – much – but – how – um – what – are – you – doing?"
"What I do best," Eurydice said, pushing Dee past the copse of fallen trees and into the fallow field of wild grass beyond. "I'm going to fuck Dee." She stood on tiptoe to leer over Dee's shoulder at CeeCee and Raspberry. "We're going to fuck Dee." She glanced back, purring, "and then we're going to fuck the ever living shit out of you."
SB led Yves round the bend. The road turned treacherous under Yves' unsure feet. "Easy," SB said, turning about to steady him, her hand finding its way behind his neck. "What's your last name, Yves?" Her tone was calm and casual. Her fingers soothed the aching tendons in his nape.
"Valiancourt." Yves found his balance.
SB kept rubbing. "Quebecois?"
"My father, yes." Yves' eyelids fluttered. "Mom's Minnesotan
."
"Swedish." SB's other hand joined the first, thumbs massaging beneath Yves' ears. "Götalander."
"Yeah. That was my grandmother's name: Göta." Yves peeked. "How did you know?"
"Dunno." SB's eyes roved over Yves' spiky blond hair, ice-blue eyes, and tall, whipcord frame. "Lucky guess."
The pressure-point massage felt almost too delicious. He mumbled, "Strong."
SB rubbed Yves' neck for a while before asking, in the same conversational tone as her other questions, "Have you ever hit on Dee?"
"Yeah," Yves chuckled, eyes closed. "Once. He didn't notice." He snapped awake. "Oh-shit."
SB draped her arms down onto Yves' shoulders, lips pursed. "Was that supposed to be secret?"
"Not exactly. I mean, I even told Dee later." He glowered. "Just don't tell Ursula. Unyx. Whoever she is, I'd never hear the end of it."
"So you're attracted to him?"
"No. Well, then, yes, obviously. But that was when he first moved in and no one could figure him out." Yves shrugged. "After I knew he was straight, I wasn't interested. If it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen."
"Just like that, huh?" SB toyed with the tag on Yves' tee shirt. "You intellectualize that much?"
"It's not like that. I'm an existential monogamist."
SB cocked her head. "What the heck does that mean?"
Yves sighed, gearing up for a lecture. "Sex is just something that happens between two people." SB looked at him, puzzled. He opened his mouth to explain.
She kissed him. Her kiss was soft, lips plush but only slightly parted. The darting tip of her tongue touched his, salty sweet and tart, a sumptuous slice of strawberry gently placed in his mouth. She stepped back, hands on hips. "Well. Did something happen?"
Yves rolled the lingering mix of flavors around in his mouth with his tongue. "You mean you couldn't tell?" He glanced down, watching SB's dress inch up. "The hem of your dress gives you away. Nice knees."
SB smirked and held up the mason jar. "What is that stuff, anyway?" Yves asked. "And please don't tell me where you were keeping it."
"It's for you." The jelly sloshed in the jar.
"I don't need to change, and I don't have five dollars."
"True, true. But this won't change you one bit. And anyway, it's not for sale. It's mine to give. And I give it to you." She stood there, tapping the jar against her chin.
"All right, then." Magical thinking, Yves reminded himself. Fairy tale logic. "I trust you and accept your gift." SB only tapped the jar. Yves asked, "So what do we do now?"
"We get the fuck out of here." SB's smile broadened. "Can you drive stick?"
"Cute."
"Cute, huh?" SB squat on her haunches, palms flat against the road, and arched a brow at him. "Vroom, vroom." She slid her legs out and back. Her gel-flesh moiled, shone, and reshaped.
Yves stared. "That's, uh…" SB's engine growled to life. Yves felt road rumble through the rubber soles of his sneakers. "That's, uh, definitely not a Mini Cooper."
The rose red racer was low-slung and all hood, its bulging, round headlights and outthrust grill unmistakable. "The Coop's Tomoe's car," said the roofless Aston Martin supercar, its voice drifting up from the gearbox. "This is mine."
Yves circled the speedster, running his hand over the swells above the rear tires, expecting the give of camouflaged gel-flesh, but finding cold, polished, hard alloy. The engine noise dropped to a purr. "Late Fifties?" Yves guessed. "Mark III?"
"Please." The SB-gearbox voice managed to sound sardonic. "Mark III's are for James Bond wannabe pussies. I'm a D-B-fucking-3. Placed at les 24 Heures du Mans, thank you very fuckin' much." Yves completed his second circuit around the car, and the gearbox added, "So are you going to get in and drive me or am I going to have to start making Hasselhoff jokes?"
Yves slid into the driver's seat, not bothering to open the door of the roofless speedster. Everything inside the cabin was tinted in countless shades of red or diamond white. The gearbox's stick ended in a thick, red-leather bulb. "Jesus."
Yves checked she was in neutral and revved the engine. "J-e-e-z-u-s-s-s," he stuttered as the cabin throbbed with power. The leather seat was as soft as sin and the vibrations from the engine relaxed his muscles to puddles. He could not decide whether he had hopped onto a rocket or crawled into a womb.
SB's voice reverberated all around him. "No need to be gentle, boy."
Yves slammed his hand around the stick. The engine let loose a throaty groan. He threw her into first gear. They screamed down the road.
"Jesus!"
Look.
I understand too little too late.
I realize there are things you say and do,
You can never take back.
But what would you be if you didn't even try.
You have to try.
So after a lot of thought,
I'd like to reconsider.
Please…
If it's not too late,
Make it a…cheeseburger
—Lyle Lovett, Here I Am
Chapter Four: Through the Skin to the Core
Unyx stumbled, caught herself on one of the upright trees. "wait – what?"
Eurydice turned. "You need what Dee's got inside him, right? We all do." Raspberry and CeeCee marched backward into the field, each leading Dee by the hand. The bristled tops of wild grass tickled and stuck against Eurydice's glazed, green knees. "Well, the only way to get it is to fuck it outta him and into you. Not really your thing, so you just relax."
Raspberry yelped and stopped short, bumping up against Dee's right side. "I think a pussywillow just went up my butt." She leered up at Dee. "Care to lend a hand?" She slid his hand into the crack of her ass. She gazed down, whistling. "A couple good hard reams from that dick and the pussywillow'll pop out my fucking nose."
Eurydice sighed, rolled up an imaginary sleeve. Her arm lengthened and angled into a blunt, agate scythe. "Step back, girls." She swung her arm out and down, threshing a swath of grass in a single stroke.
"Watch where you swing that thing," Raspberry said, her free hand stealing down toward Dee's crotch. "You'll poke your eye out."
"You talking to Dee," Eurydice said, scything, "or me? Dibs on that dick, by the way. It's Mine, so I get the first shot. Or two, or twenty-two. Got that?"
Dee smiled and shook his head. CeeCee oozed close to Dee's left side, sizing him up, a sex-starved milf overeager to tip the paperboy. Her wide mouth and satin-soft lips trembled inches away from his neck. "You keep me waiting that long and I'll just eat the two of you."
Unyx pressed her back against the tree but found little shelter. Her eye-mask shrank into black contacts. "Are you really planning what I think you're planning?"
Eurydice tamped down the unruly sward. "Me, Raz, and CeeCee are gunna—oof—find out just how much cum Dee's really got in him. Something tells me we're going to need it all to face down my baby sister." She worked around in a wide circle. "And then we're gunna fuck his cum into you one nanogasm at a time, no matter how much of Nyx we gotta stuff up our snatches or how much Ursula-pussy we gotta eat. It's the only logical solution." She stood up and shrugged. "Don't you think?"
Unyx's eye-mask gushed over her face. "yes – yes – yes!" She waved her fists high in the air.
CeeCee hummed in thought. "You know, if I did eat you and Dee, we could both have him, right there and then, inside and out. What do you say, Dee? Dee, what's with that look?" Dee scowled and smoldered, sandwiched between CeeCee's luscious cream and curves on one side and Raspberry's stunning, shameless beauty on the other. "Why have you gone so quiet, honey?" CeeCee stepped back. "Why are you laughing, Eurydice?"
Eurydice made one last, long swipe with her scythe. "Cuz you gunna get reaped." Her scything-arm straightened, shortened, and split into five finger-long razors. She grumbled, shaking out her arm until her hand reformed. "There." She inspected her handiwork, a cropped circle of compressed and interwoven grass and brush, spanning several yards. "
Perfect. The Green Man himself wouldn't wish for a finer bed." She stepped into the center of the clearing, and extended her hand. "Would you, Dee?"
Raspberry gasped, paled, and pulled away. "Lookit him." A sudden hush fell over the field. "What's happening?" Dee stepped into the circular clearing. The living bed of wild greenery rustled softly under his feet. Every noise sounded quiet and close.
"You've never seen Dee get really turned on before," Eurydice said, "that's all." She reached for his hand but Dee slid his fingers up and clasped her forearm, making her shiver.
CeeCee stood in the tall grass at the threshold of the green bed. "Dee's really turned on?"
Eurydice peered into Dee's eyes. "A little bit, yeah." Together, they knelt onto the green.
Raspberry quivered at CeeCee's side. "Lookit. It's like, it's like…"
Eurydice breathed, "The wrath of a god," and moved close and kissed him. Dee cradled her face in his hands, bowed her backward with the ferocity of his need. He broke the kiss and Eurydice cried out in wordless, mindless delight.
"It's time," he said.
Dee ran his fingers over the heart-shaped contours of Eurydice's face and into her hair. She felt electric, not hot, under his hands, although he could see her heat churn the air. Her surface tension was plastic but alive. She laughed in helpless pleasure, eyes half-crossed and half-closed, butterfly kissing his wrist and arm between the giggles: "Ah-hah, ah-hum, hm-mm."
"So alive," Dee whispered. He leaned forward, one hand supporting her neck, the other sliding down her sleek, bare back. A spray of wildflower buds spotted the grass around them.
"I live," Eurydice said, lying back onto the green bed until Dee loomed over her, "for you."
"All this build-up," Raspberry bitched, standing at the edge of the bed, eyes bugging, "just for some missionary?"
Dee caressed Eurydice's neck, squeezed the cello curve above her hip. She sighed, "Your hands feel so big." She luxuriated on the mat of grass, arms crooked above her head. Wildflower blossoms opened on the living bed, haloing her head in a quiet riot of pastel colors. "You make me feel so, so safe, Dee." Dee circled a thumb over a wine-dark nipple. It hardened like glass, making her gasp and arch. "And so fucking hot." Dee slid his hand down her tummy and slipped a finger into her molten sex. Eurydice whimpered. "No more. No more teasing." He lay down over her in a slow, full-body clinch, his dick pressed against her inner thigh. She chewed her lip. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
