by L. D. Fox
Her hands had slipped between me and Thor, and she alternately stroked my back and what I assumed was Thor’s stomach. Left with nothing to keep my hands busy with and trying to get my mind off those fingers so close to my clit but never touching — teasing my hair and driving my ditzy with passion — I unbuttoned Kendra’s skirt. It slid down her legs, exposing lacy black panties. I skimmed my hand over her ass, squeezed each cheek in a hand, and traced my fingers over the bottom of her sex.
Kendra bucked, moaning into Thor’s mouth. That violent motion sent me reeling into Thor’s stiff cock. He growled, his fingers sliding right past my clit — without touching, the bastard — and grabbed my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart. I dropped an inch, gasping as his bound cock slid up my crack.
To reciprocate, I tugged the edges of Kendra’s panties, chafing her. She trembled, grinding her pelvis against mine. Our two veiled mounds touched, the cushion above our clits soft as they met.
Thor’s hands left me, moving to Kendra. I was dismayed at the loss and shoved my ass back like a spoiled child in desperate need of more attention.
Dammit, I wanted more action than this.
He pressed back. I could feel his dick throbbing against me. My God, was he that hot for me? For us? The thought made my sex drip with want.
Thor grabbed Kendra’s leg and hoisted it up. He positioned it on the dryer beside us, her knee almost to my chin. I drew a sharp breath, leaning back into Thor’s ripped chest, sliding down an inch, coming back up. With his cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks, this would feel like a hand job, right?
The man groaned. His kiss with Kendra ended abruptly as he began nuzzling my neck. Dear God, he was grazing the skin right below my ear. I shuddered, frozen by the streaks of pleasure soaring through me. As if he’d triggered my other senses, the air was suddenly scented with his cologne — a musky, woody scent that made me think of forests and wolves and shagging on a bed of moss.
Kendra’s hands delved down, running over my ass. She’d hooked her fingers in the band of my panties, and drew them down. Warm air touched me. She left my panties gathered just under the curve of my ass but tugged on them, just once, sending a ripple of ecstasy through me as the fabric skidded over my clit.
Next, she unleashed Thor’s cock.
It sprang out of its cage, slamming into the top of my ass. I stiffened even more, wanting to lever my hips up and ram that massive dick inside me, but frozen with pleasure at the light bites he rained down on my neck.
He bent down a little, gliding his cock along my crack, standing straight so it would slide up and touch the curve of my back.
I was going to die under this torture.
“Please,” I murmured. “I want you inside me.”
Instead, Thor abandoned me completely. His teeth left their cow-like grazing of my neck and caught Kendra up in another breathless kiss. I was left watching — hungry and quivering with need. I began massaging his dick against his stomach, lifting my ass and letting it drop, alternating with his own rocking.
Thor’s hands, so recently grasping my thighs, tugged down Kendra’s panties, displaying her pink, shaved folds for us both. I inhaled unsteadily. This was definitely not something we’d done before.
“Touch her for me,” Thor said in my ear, running the edge of his tongue along my lobe as an afterthought.
I didn’t even know they’d stopped kissing. But when I glanced back up, they were at it again.
So I ran the tips of my fingers down Kendra’s mound. Caressed each fold surrounding her clit. Touched that sticky, wet sex of hers. Traced my fingers up and down those tissued folds of scorching skin.
She tried bucking, but Thor held her still for me.
I slid the tip of my finger inside her. She contracted around it, and I shuddered at the visceral reaction. My bouncing became more vigorous. Thor groaned, one of his hands leaving Kendra and gripping my stomach, trying to keep me still.
Screw that! I had a modicum of control in this fuck-fest and I was going to use it, dammit.
I drew the tip of my finger out of Kendra and flicked it over her dripping sex, hard and soft. It probably felt amazing; that uncertainty, that waiting, that wanting.
My own aching had progressed into something deep and primal; I was so tight inside that I doubted Thor would even be able to get a single inch of that rock-hard cock inside me.
But God, did I want him to try.
As if hearing my unspoken thought, Thor slapped my hand away from Kendra. I gasped at the sting. He gripped my chin, turning my head.
His lips met mine.
So wet. So soft.
I disappeared into his ravenous kiss. He stroked my ass with his cock, but after a century of his mouth on mine — sweet and urgent — he dipped his hips.
His cock slapped over my sex. It stunned me, made me shake against him. He held it there, his shaft heating me from my clit to my ass. Then he rocked back and forth… slowly, so intoxicating.
In front of me, Kendra moaned loudly and began moving up and down. I swivelled my eyes, watching as Thor pumped his fingers into Kendra’s shaved pussy; three of them, up to the knuckle. She bucked her hips forward, meeting him thrust for thrust, her hands over her breasts, kneading them. They were inches from my face, jiggling and swaying…
I broke off Thor’s kiss — to his surprise — and dove at Kendra’s breasts. I caught a nipple in my teeth and nibbled on it.
Thor paused only for a second before his hand began slamming up against Kendra’s sex. She whined, her hips moving faster. I suckled at her breasts, moving from one to the other, massaging them as hard and fast as Thor finger-fucked her.
There was a soft rasp behind me. Something fluttered down my back, touching against the side of my foot. A condom wrapper. Where the hell had he stashed it? Did he have a secret pocket in his briefs somewhere?
Seconds later, a snap of rubber.
Maybe Thor was upset with me. Angry that I’d chosen Kendra’s breasts over his mouth.
Because, a second later, he rammed his cock inside me. All at once. Filling me. Stretching me tighter than I thought possible.
I cried out — almost screaming — at the intensity, the pleasure, that hot thread of pain swallowed immediately by muscle-quivering ecstasy.
That made me release Kendra’s breasts.
Thor hadn’t moved since penetrating me — I stretched around him, impaled by his cock, unable to move or cum like I so desperately wanted.
His hands gripped the back of my neck, found my braid, and wrapped it around his fist like Kendra had done. Then he shoved me forward, bending me over.
My mouth was an inch from Kendra’s clit.
She moaned when I exhaled on her.
Cried out when I stuck out my tongue and tasted her.
Began fucking my mouth when I shoved my tongue inside her dripping-wet sex.
Thor slid out of me. Slowly. I collapsed where he’d been. When he pulled out completely, I gushed all over his cock. Served him right, fucking me just once like that.
Kendra tasted so tart, so creamy. She scorched my tongue as her clit brushed my nose. I used my nose to massage it, and this made her wail and grab hold of my head.
God, I couldn’t move an inch.
Thor had hold of one of my hip bones now, his fingers folding perfectly into those curved bones. Kendra had my face in her hands, holding me still while she fucked my tongue.
And then Thor speared into me again.
It was even better than the first time. I cried out against Kendra’s sex. The vibrations forced her into overdrive — I struggled for breath as she pounded those soft, wet folds into my mouth. I sucked at her, wiggling my tongue around so she couldn’t shove it inside her whenever she wanted.
I grabbed Thor’s balls — did everyone shave except me? — and massaged them.
He groaned, drew out, pounded into me again. Then he began fucking me in earnest. His hand tugged my head back, freeing me from Kendra’s pussy, making
me watch as they kissed above me. I drove my fingers deep inside her, wanting her to feel something close to what I felt with Thor’s cock thrusting into me, tearing into my sex like a jackhammer set to overdrive.
His hand left my hip bone, stroked nails down my ass cheek and left behind lines of fire.
He slapped my ass, hard enough to make me gasp.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Harder.”
He obviously misunderstood me. His cock slammed into me, forcing my face into Kendra’s breasts. I sucked at them, maybe misunderstanding him.
Thor grabbed Kendra’s leg and knocked it off the dryer. He shoved her to the floor with a hand on her shoulder, bringing her into a crouch in front of me. She dove forward and wrapped her lips over my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I ground my hips into Thor’s stomach, trying to get away from Kendra — it was too intense, pain bordering on pleasure — but Thor wouldn’t let me wriggle away. He jerked my head up, his kiss stealing my air, my need to escape.
I melted into him, into Kendra’s mouth as she sucked at my clit. Her fingers rubbed the folds of my sex where they stretched around Thor’s dick and traced circles around the tight puckers of my ass. I was so wet that Thor slid effortlessly in and out of me now. He buried himself balls-deep inside me and held his cock there, throbbing and quivering.
Was he cumming? Already?
But my God, I was just as close.
My muscles pained from being so tight, so stiffly held. I began rolling my hips to grind my clit against Kendra’s mouth, against Thor’s balls. Trying to get a little motion from his stiffly-held dick. There wasn’t exactly any wiggle room, though.
Thor’s lips slid off mine, returning to my ear.
“Are you going to cum for me, little American girl?” Thor asked.
“No!” I ground against him. “Too nice. More. Fuck me harder.”
Nope, I wasn’t making any sense. But that much pleasure inside me at once didn’t make sense. It made me loopy. It drove me to distraction. I wanted more. More of what, fuck knew, but I wanted it.
“Fine, little slut,” Thor breathed. “Then you wait.”
He jerked out of me. I gushed again, my pleasure having been trapped behind that wall of a cock. He spun me around, kissed me until I didn’t have breath, and lifted me onto the dryer.
It was still on. It purred underneath me, and I closed my eyes for a second as I dissolved into the feel of it.
Thor grabbed my knees and roughly parted them, placing my feet on either side of me and parting the folds of my sex so I gaped open. Kendra moaned sulkily at being relieved of her duties.
“No, my dear,” Thor whispered to her. “It’s your turn now.”
Was it just me, or was his command of the English language improving the longer we had sex? Then again, I could have composed a Shakespearean fucking sonnet if someone handed me a pen and a scrap of paper right then.
Kendra made a nonsensical sound, something between a plea and a denunciation, before Thor grabbed her knee and lifted her leg. He slid it just behind my left hip, positioning her pink sex less than an inch from mine.
Then he thrust his cock into her. I bucked forward, wanting that glistening shaft inside me, not Kendra. I ran my fingers over Kendra’s leg, brushing her clit, wiggling it. She quivered, her eyes sliding shut as she brought her hands up to her breasts and began massaging them, popping her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Thor dipped his head and nuzzled at those russet circles of puckered skin, making Kendra moan and quake.
God, this was frustrating. I ran my hand over Thor’s shaft whenever he drew back for a new thrust, but my own sex ached and spasmed for relief.
Thor ran his nails over my thigh, startling me out of watching their hypnotic fucking inches from my own soaked sex. He swiped his hand over my folds. Twiddled my clit. Slid a teasing finger inside me.
Then he forced himself deeper into Kendra. I stroked her clit, timing each stroke with Thor’s fingers over my own clit. God, he was going to make me cum like this. But I wanted him inside me, filling me, when I came. I didn’t want—
“Oh God,” Kendra moaned. “You’re going to make me cum! Tessa, stop! Oh God—”
Thor gave me a secretive smile. His finger stayed buried inside me, his thumb pressed over my clit, stemming my steadily-approaching orgasm. He cocked his head to Kendra, and I turned my head with effort.
Her head was flung back, both her hands squeezing her own breasts, the nipples poking through the gap between her fingers. She rocked her sex over Thor’s shaft, her lips clinging greedily to his cock as she drew back, disappearing when she forced him deeper inside.
I strummed her clit with my fingertips, by thumb exploring where her folds met Thor’s cock, stroking both of them.
She slowed, drawing out her orgasm. Thor grabbed her ass and hauled her closer, their bodies slamming into each other with a smack. I shivered.
Again.
Kendra keened loudly, her body quaking.
Thor thrust into her a last time, and she came. Grabbing my shoulder. Grabbing Thor’s shoulder. Parting her legs as wide she could. I could see her muscles quivering, could feel wetness spurting over my fingers. Thor shuddered, enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she did. He pounded into her three more times, drawing small gasps each time.
Then he drew out of her, leaving her a shuddering mess as she leaned against the dryer.
He immediately shoved that glistening dick inside me. Grabbed both my hips and yanked me closer.
Deeper. Harder.
Filling me, tearing me open.
I cried out, grabbing his shoulders, using them as leverage to lift my hips into his thrusts.
Even deeper. How? It wasn’t possible.
I was building to a monumental climax. I shuddered, my mouth a static ‘o’ that would barely have accommodated his girth.
Kendra had recovered — she bent down over my stomach and flicked the tip of her tongue over my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I yelled. “Fuck yes. Harder. Oh my God.”
Thor, encouraged by my enthusiastic outburst, slammed into me with renewed vigor. His fingers dug into either side of my sex, dragging me open, perhaps trying to find more space to shove his dick into.
There wasn’t any. He was slamming right against my fucking cervix.
Again and again. Each thrust skidded me back over the rumbling, vibrating dryer but I would simply drag myself back, arching my back so my clit stood proud for Kendra to suckle.
His fingers delved down, the tip of his index finger dipping less than a millimeter into my oh-so-tight backdoor.
“Fuck!” came another demonic wail from my lips.
He grabbed me, kissed me. Silenced me. I moaned and screamed into his mouth. It was too much. I was breaking apart. Kendra’s mouth swallowed me whole — so soft and hot — a scorching vacuum that threatened to pull my clit off.
Thor’s cock impaled me again and again, but I could feel him quivering and pulsing, knew he was inches away from cumming.
I tried to cry out again, but Thor’s lips muted me.
Kendra pulled away from me. “Come on, Tessa. He’s fucking you so hard. Why aren’t you cumming?”
I moaned, quivered. Bucked my hips up. Grabbed her hair and shoved her mouth over my clit again.
Thor rammed into me, held steady, filling me entirely. Kendra’s tongue flicked up against my exposed clit.
I exploded, tearing my mouth away so that I could scream.
“Thor! Fuck!” My hips went wild, bucking like a horse on amphetamines. I groaned, climaxing while Kendra’s teeth grazed my clit and Thor’s dick was still buried balls-deep into my quivering sex. I barely felt him spurting hot jets of liquid into me.
Warmth enveloped me, my skin tightening until I couldn’t breathe.
And then that sweet, gorgeous release.
Waves of ecstasy rolled over me, spreading from my sex to my whole body. Stroking me. Easing me back from the brink of death-by-pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whispered, running my hands down my face.
Kendra took an unsteady step back, wobbling as she grabbed hold of the dryer.
“You can say that again,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
Thor shoved into me a last time, making me whimper, and then drew out. He held his cock at its base, studying it as it quivered and bounced in his hand. Then he slapped my clit with it, splashing me with creamy cum and making me whimper again.
I drew back in case he had more shenanigans in store for me. I was done — utterly, thoroughly done. Exhausted. Satisfied into early next Wednesday.
“So…” Kendra murmured breathlessly. She ran the tips of her fingers down Thor’s chest. “You like America?”
Thor finally drew his eyes away from his cock and bent to retrieve his underwear. He gave us both a lazy scoundrel of a grin and a single-shoulder shrug. Dragging on his briefs, he studied us both in detail for a few seconds, lingering on my gaping sex, Kendra’s pendulous breasts.
He walked around the dryers and glanced into the washing machine. Kendra and I exchanged a confused, weary smile, turning back to him as he faced us. He put his hands on the dryer behind me, his sultry smile intensifying.
“I’m from Brooklyn,” he said, not a trace of an accent remaining. “So… you gals come here often?”
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