by Kendall Grey
And the cock pearls? Gawd DAMN.
If this day goes like I hope, his beaded trouser snake will be slithering between my legs, or in my ass—Please let Toombs put it in my ass!—soon. The simple sight of the thick ring emerging from his dick hole and impaling the top of the head made me swoon. And my vivid imagination went to very naughty places at the promise of those beads hammering my clit to squirtgasm. Good thing the couch is leather. They’d never get the stains out otherwise.
Last but not least, let’s not forget Jinx. Shades and I had talked about what it would be like to double-team her. Too bad he won’t be joining us.
I’ve seen Jinx’s perfect, pierced tits before, but I had no idea she was sporting a J-bar through her clit hood under all the Catholic guilt and shame. I almost gnawed my own knuckles off to keep from fondling that little gem. I promised myself I’d get a taste of it tomorrow.
And look! Here we are. Tomorrow.
“Happy birthday, Eve,” I say loudly, eager for everyone to get up and at ’em.
The twine of muscle surrounding me loosens as heads pick up, arms and legs let go of their trappings, and yawns announce lazy awakenings.
Jinx lifts up from my boobs, hands braced under my armpits, and smiles softly at me. God, she’s fucking hot. Not in the sex-goddess sense, but in the innocent schoolgirl way. I want to ruin her, to lay waste to her virginesque purity once and for all, but that task has already been accomplished by not one but two of our bandmates. A pang of jealousy flares as I glance over her shoulder to Toombs, who watches us intently with guarded gunmetal eyes.
I grab her by the cheeks and draw her close. “You ever been with a woman, Jinx?” I ask, inhaling the light floral scent of her wayward blond strands tickling my skin.
“No,” she whispers.
“I’ll go easy on you,” I say.
She dips into my mouth, push-up style, pressing her delicate lips to mine. I trace the thinness of the top and the fullness of the bottom with my eager tongue. She surfaces from the kiss long enough to grab a lungful of air and begs, “Don’t,” before diving back in.
I sample her damaged innocence through the connection, pull her on top of me as the kiss deepens. One arm around her waist, I send the other on a mission to uncover the hot little piercing down below. Her legs split just enough to let me in. The metal makes no move to give amidst my gentle tugging. Her breath catches, and hips cautiously grind, begging for more. I slide a finger into the slick folds and rub. Her lips part, her head bows, and Toombs appears behind her. He leans over her back and plants a kiss on her shoulder as our make-out session intensifies.
“Fuck her.” Eve’s clear voice penetrates the sex-fueled silence with the commanding tone of a birthday girl ready to don her crown. “Fuck Jinx. Both of you.”
“My pleasure.” I stroke Jinx’s porcelain cheek. Her warm brown eyes soften with acceptance.
The soft fap, fap, faps of a man beating off hit my ears from the right. Rax. Shocker. But he’s naked and into us. I take a good bit of joy in knowing we make for quality pornographic entertainment.
“How do you want her?” I look to Toombs. The throb in my pussy intensifies.
“Let her decide,” he defers to his lady.
Panic flares as she silently defaults to him. Poor thing doesn’t know how to make a decision. Neither of them does. That’s okay. I’m happy to take control.
“I want to taste you.” I slip my finger out of her pussy and lick her flavor off, watching her as I savor the rich, unique taste. She trembles, and her legs clamp together. “I see why you’ve been keeping her to yourself,” I say to Toombs. “She’s too sweet to share.” Then to Jinx, softly so no one else can hear, “You know I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to. Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
She exhales heavily and nods.
“It’s just like making music,” I assure her with a grin.
The other bodies in the room have scattered, probably in favor of better views. Shades’s door opens, and he wanders out. My heart skips a beat at the sight of his messy hair, lack of shirt, and the morning wood outlined through his pajama pants. If only he could use it. I start to call him over to see and smell and taste this new wonder called Jinx, but then I remember I’m mad at him.
He meets my gaze and holds me down. You’re really gonna do this? he seems to ask. My knees go weak, and I’m not even sitting up. I’ve got no answer other than my actions.
In a fluid motion, I roll Jinx off me to the carpet, pinning her with my body. I kiss my way down her chest, drawing circles around her perky, studded nipples, and tagging them in turn with my teeth. Bite, pull, suck, release, repeat. She tenses beneath me, struggling to keep her arms in a Christ-on-the-cross pose. Toombs watches like the protective boyfriend he is, muscles reacting every time hers do.
I do my best to forget about Shades, and focus on pleasuring her body while Toombs fills her soul. I’m sex. He’s love. Together we’ll make her come like a newborn geyser.
My lips travel to the flat of her stomach where I tease the loop through her belly button. Knees draw up beneath me, accompanied by giddy laughter. I gently push her legs down and apart. Then I dip my bird and ring fingers inside, quelling the giggles, which quickly become soft sighs. I probe gently, rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm. Her thighs spread wider. Sighs transform into moans. She grabs Toombs’s hand. He bends over her head from above and calms her trembles with rich, full, committed kisses.
I venture closer while she’s occupied with him and touch the tip of my tongue to the metal piercing. “Oh my God,” she mumbles against Toombs’s mouth. Whatever he’s doing up there settles her only a little as I make my way deeper into Jinx’s love canal.
Damn, I could drown here. The delicate flavor is something to covet. I try to restrain my thirsty tongue, but she tastes so good, it’s hard to keep the pace slow. So, I let it go. Curling my fingers upward inside her, I search for her G-spot amid the thrusts, and increase the speed when an “OH!” bursts out of her. There. I smile, descend on her pretty pink lips, and alternate sucking and diddling as I put some muscle into the cunt mining.
Her bare heels dig into the carpet, forcing her hips from the pile. I shove her down and press on her lower abdomen like Shades does to me when I’m about to come. Something about the curled finger banging and the pressure whips the G-spot into a frenzy. Jinx’s rushed pants, free-flowing pussy, and deep groans give my thudding heart a workout.
I look up at Toombs. “She’s gonna blow.”
He scoots down my way, leaving her mouth unattended and therefore free to utter all sorts of curses unbecoming of the sweet, demure Jinx I know. I incline the angle of my pounding fingers a tad, increase the weight on her belly, and yell, “Push!”
Slam, slam, slam I go. She bucks a couple of beats, teeth gnashing. I feel her inner muscles constrict, and I get my hand the fuck out of Dodge. The ensuing waterfall isn’t much compared to one of my masterpieces, but it’s a waterfall nonetheless. Awed delight illuminates Toombs’s face as she drops her butt to the carpet as if exhausted. She’s a puddle of languid muscle, lolling, squirming, heaving.
I know the feeling well. And I’m ecstatic I got to lead her to it.
Clear liquid drips over Toombs’s bare chest. Some trickles down the rigid slope of his beaded cock. He runs a finger through it and tastes. He blinks long and hard.
“Oh my God,” Jinx mumbles, her head rolling to and fro. “Oh, sweet Jesus …”
Toombs wastes no time. He picks her up as if she’s a rag doll and drops her on the couch, facing him, and then drags her ass to the edge. She stuffs his dick in her. In two seconds, she’s writhing to his fast 2/4 time signature, scratching his back with curled talons, and stifling her cries with rabid bites to his shoulder. Holy fuck, that’s hot.
I get out of the way, admiring my handiwork, and notice Eve’s inquisitive gaze latched onto the ball of rhythm, piercings, and tattooed flesh. Leaning against the arm of a chair
, Shades watches agape too. He shifts to me and swallows. Rax, of course, can’t stand to be left out of anything. He steps up to Toombs, cups his own balls, and offers his cock to Toombs’s parted lips.
Hesitancy passes between them. Rax looks down at his former lover as if asking permission to impale his mouth. Toombs returns the stare, submissive in pose, yet his posture exudes an air of control. You’re not telling me to do this. I’m allowing you to do it. Rax barely nods, and their silent contract is negotiated.
My turn to be astounded. I’ve secretly fantasized for months about watching those two go at it. And go at it, they do. Toombs seems to have no problem sucking Rax off while banging Jinx into a frenzy. He’s a drummer at his core, after all. Those people are great multitaskers.
Jinx’s eyes roll, and I can tell she’s about to hit the twilight zone of orgasmic haze—the place where you completely lose control of your body, and you don’t even know where you are. The pleasure rolls over you in great ocean waves, one after another, and they’re so much bigger than you, there’s no way to stop them. So, you give in. Let the current take you. Fall into a drown-like trance, just fucking and coming and squirting and screaming until it throws you against The Rock one time too many and kills you.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God …” she mumbles, the volume increasing with each repetition. Yeah, Jinx hit The Rock all right. Crashed straight into it. Pride swells in my chest. I brought her to the door and showed her how to open it. I did.
Rax steps back and watches intently as Toombs finishes her off.
Shades catches my eye, and I smile a little despite being mad at him. Acknowledgment spikes between us. He recognizes Jinx’s slip into subspace for what it is. He’s had plenty of experience leading me there, so it’s probably easy to feel where she is through the sex-soaked air, even though he didn’t play a direct role in the act.
Toombs is gentle and attentive. He holds her through the extended climax, thrusting when he senses the wave ebbing, pausing as she seizes through another crest. Though there was no squirting this go-round, she must’ve burned through at least ten orgasms by the time she finally quiets. Her body twitches every few seconds with lingering spasms. He wipes her sweat-soaked face, finds her lips, and whispers soft words to her. Eyes shut, smiling Jinx breathes heavily and barely moves despite trying to throw her arms around him.
“Now that was some awesome fucking,” I announce. Didn’t know Jinx had such passion in her. I’m a little jealous.
Eve’s pleased smirk tells me she agrees. She goes into the kitchen and returns with a big glass of water. Offering it to Jinx, who seems to have regained some of her wits, Eve says, “I want more. Lots more.” She faces me, mischievous. Hungry. “You’re up next, Letty.”
The Making of an Eight-Legged Fuck Beast
I clamp my thighs together to keep the bulldog from involuntarily slobbering all over the carpet. I’m next? Now we’re talking!
“Shades, are you gonna be okay with this? You’re welcome to hop in if you feel up to it,” Eve offers.
Avoiding me, Shades says, “Letty can do whatever she wants. I don’t own her.”
Snorting, I keep my “damn straight” to myself, but I’m pretty sure Shades heard it anyway. If he’s deferring judgment and playing the apathy card, I’m damn sure gonna use my free pass and do my best to make him wish he hadn’t.
“So, what’s the plan?” I ask a little too eagerly, bouncing my attention between Eve, Rax, Toombs, and a woozy-looking Jinx.
Eve swipes a finger through her bald cock socket and draws a wet line up her belly, throat, chin, and into her mouth. Rax pounces, supporting her as he bends her backward and tracks the snail trail with his tongue. He ends at her lips and lingers there through a juicy kiss. She brushes his tattooed snake cock longingly and turns him by the shoulders to face us, fully erect and ready to get a job done. Eve nudges him toward me with a gentle knee to the ass.
“Letty and the boys. Give me a show I’ll never forget,” Eve demands. “And if Jinx recovers, she can get in on the action too.”
I barely contain my squeal. Rax. Toombs. Me.
With Shades watching.
I look to Jinx, sprawled on the couch, fanning herself. “I’m gonna fuck your man, but I’d rather have you with me than not,” I say, steering clear of Shades’s line of sight. My palms are sweaty, and I’m drooling—literally drooling at the thought of mounting Toombs. I’ve been dying to take him for a ride for ages, and now that I’ve seen the beads, the promise of the explosive orgasm sure to come is almost too much. “You up for another go?”
She and Toombs look at each other, and another treaty is negotiated in silence.
“You go ahead,” Jinx says. “I’ll join in later.”
I nod. Toombs kisses her and whispers something I can’t hear. Reassurances maybe. Professions of love. Shit I wish Shades would say to me. I reluctantly cut a glance to him leaning cross-armed against the wall.
The fucker remains still and silent as a sphinx.
Fine.
I grab Toombs and Rax by their man meat and drop to my knees between them. I start with Toombs, freshly free of Jinx’s jelly hole, and suck her sweetness from his skin. Focusing on the pierced head, I swirl my tongue up, down, all around, enjoying both the grunts coming from Toombs and the fast series of swallows bobbing up and down Shades’s throat. With a flick of my wrist, I get Rax’s piece riled up while my oral focus stays on Toombs. Then I switch back and forth, pumping, thumping, sucking, and mouth fucking, all the while keeping my eyes on the one who fucked me over the worst.
Shades is clearly uncomfortable watching me going down on our bandmates. I catch him looking away a few times, but something keeps bringing his head my way. Jealousy? Here, have some more. I make a porn-worthy show of enjoying these two mighty cocks choking me, slapping their lengths against my cheeks, teasing with my teeth. Smiling.
Rax grabs my hair and shoves me off. He closes on Toombs, curls a hand around his best friend’s beaded length, and strokes slowly. Their lips converge the same way their eyes do—softly, as if in greeting after a long time apart. Toombs takes command of Rax’s dick, and the mutual rubbing increases. Tongues lash out, catching flesh here and there. Electricity crackles to life and intensifies with each lick and beat. Like a dog to dirty underwear, their unspoken yet explicit communication draws me into their world of lust and greed and distance and love lost. I wonder what happened all those months ago when Jinx fell in between them and shattered whatever fucked-up relationship they had. Have they missed each other? Do they still have feelings? The deepness of the kiss, the roughness of the jerks, and the restlessness of their breaths tell me yes.
Jinx must feel it too. She rises from the couch and joins our strained circle. She touches both guys’ arms and begs a kiss off each. Toombs obliges first, and then Rax gives in tentatively. Damn it, I want some too. I take Rax’s hand and lead him to the couch. Lying down, I lift a leg up, offering him a taste of my pussy. He dives right in, fingers, face, tongue, nose. I adjust my ass to ensure Shades gets a clear view of it all. Covering himself with my essence, Rax brings me to the brink of climax, and stops abruptly. He slaps my twat hard, stealing the orgasm out from under me. I flinch, play-kicking him with a slow push from my bare foot. “Fucker.”
He tugs Jinx into his lap, her back to his front, splaying her open for Toombs to imbibe. He holds her arms behind her as Toombs crawls over. I duck in beside him. Together we lap at her fountain, trading spit and twat broth as she writhes under Rax’s tight grip. When she digs in her heels as if to release the orgasmic kraken, Toombs and I cut her off at the pass.
Shades’s glare burns a hole through my head. I spit on my finger, bend over, and shove it in my ass for his benefit. Rax gives Jinx to Toombs and stands. Maneuvering behind me, he laughs as I wiggle the digit, probing, pulling my hole wider. I douse the middle finger with more spit and add it to the kitty.
“Letty Dillinger. You dirty girl. Is this an invitation?” Rax
smacks my butt. I wince at the delicious sting as an unnamed gland lodged deep inside my female plumbing begins mass production of poonaner sauce. “You got me chubbed up pretty good,” he continues, “and I’d hate to let all this man jam go to waste.” As if on cue, a drop of clear liquid falls from the tip and hits my cheek.
I waggle my ass at him, shove a third finger in, then release, leaving the hole big enough for a double-wide. “I’m perfecting my gape,” I tease, praying Shades is suffering the worst case of blue balls ever.
He growls from the corner. When I glance over, he’s clenching his jaw so hard, his face is red.
I get up and drag Rax by his erection to Toombs and Jinx, who are now involved in a breathless make-out session on the couch. Tossing Rax a condom from the nearby table, I break up the hot drummer mash-up and direct Toombs to lie on his back. If Eve ain’t taking control of this situation, I will.
Pointing at Toombs’s ass, I say to Rax, “Fuck him while he fucks me. Jinx, give Toombs a mustache ride he’ll never forget. I gotta sample these beads everyone’s so wound up over.”
Now Toombs and Rax exchange uneasy glances. “You okay with this?” Rax whispers, brow arched hopefully. Maybe even accommodating. I’ve never seen Rax look so … submissive. Whatever happened between them must’ve been a game changer.
Toombs flattens his lips, considers Jinx, who slowly nods her encouragement. “What happens in Birthday Club stays in Birthday Club,” he murmurs. Rax falls over him, claiming his mouth in a sizzling kiss.
My tits catch fire as I watch them. My pussy is sweating cum, powering up for the impending eruption. “Goddamn it, if you two don’t hurry up and fuck, I’m gonna drown you both with squirt juice.” I point my cum cannon at each of their faces in turn. Liquid heat dribbles onto the couch. “That’s just a warm-up. Get to it, motherfuckers. You’re killing me!”
