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The truth is that Iamhorrified at myself. I’ve done such an amazing job at being in denial about Fet that I almost accepted alcohol when I know I shouldn’t have any.
The one next to me is continuing the torturous dance with his fingers across my skin, oblivious to my internal panic. With every touch, my panic morphs into pleasure until he has every nerve ending in my body on high alert, and I’m panting despite him not touching any of my erogenous zones. Or maybe he has, I’m too turned on to be able to recall anything about human biology.
“Hmm, are you sure?” The question comes from above me.
I nod vehemently.
“We have non-alcoholic drinks as well. Would that be better?” he asks, and I nod again. “Open up.”
As I open my mouth, the guy I suspect has the pierced length moves closer, his weight making the mattress dip. I do as he says and open my mouth. I feel the coldness of a bottle against my lips, and I eagerly wait for him to pour its contents into my mouth. But he doesn’t. Instead, he chuckles again and removes the bottle.
“Now, you didn’t really think I was going to make it this boring, did you?” The taunt lilting the words makes my core throb, or maybe it’s the fingers that are now skimming along my pubic bone.
Not knowing what to say, I press my lips together while I wait to see what comes next. I have my answer within a few heartbeats when he presses his lips against mine, and I don’t hesitate to open up for him. As soon as my lips are parted, warm liquid seeps from his mouth and into mine. It’s crisp, bubbly, with a rich apple flavor.
Just as I swallow what I assume is apple cider, the other one runs his fingers across my heated folds. “You’re already so fucking wet,” he groans. Then he shifts. “I can see your arousal glistening on your pussy lips.”
The crude words spark a wildfire under my skin, and I forget to lie still, raising my hips like I need to draw his attention to where I want his touch. “Please,” I beg. I barely finish speaking before I feel a sting, and it takes me several seconds to realize he just slapped my exposed pussy.
I don’t feel pain, not really. The sting of surprise morphs into pure pleasure as he slaps me twice more before licking a wet trail up my inner thigh. But much to my dismay, and building desperation, he doesn’t touch my pussy at all. He just continues licking first one thigh and then the other. Meanwhile, the other guy continues to feed me cider directly from his mouth.
My head is spinning with all the sensations that both feel under and overwhelming at the same time. I’m just about to beg again, when I feel something wet and sticky across my nipple. “W-what’s that?” I gasp.
No one answers me, but I get my answer when the one that fed me the apple cider pushes something into my mouth and tells me to chew. The taste of chocolate and strawberry explodes on my tongue, and I moan. Guess they weren’t wrong about celebrating.
“Do you want more?”
“Plea—” A moan is ripped from my throat as the guy between my thighs bites my clit. “Yes!”
While one feasts between my legs, I’m being fed more chocolate-covered strawberries and cider. It takes all my willpower not to pull at the restraints or buck against the wet, warm tongue lapping at my folds. I’m so wet I briefly wonder if his chin and lips will be covered in my juices.
Just as I’m about to come, the guy at my head claims my lips. This time it isn’t to give me more cider, it’s to devour my mouth—and boy, fucking does he. His tongue delves into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a demanding way. Simultaneously, the one between my legs thrusts his tongue into my needy pussy while one finger lazily rolls my clit.
It’s all so overwhelming I can’t decide which one to focus on. The way they’re playing so expertly with me is almost too much, and I can’t… I can’t…
“I’m gonna come,” I pant into the guy’s mouth. “P-please let me come.” I’m wound so tight I’m almost sobbing as the release crashes over me. Every muscle is coiled, and then it feels like I’m free-falling—spiraling into a place where no one can reach me.
For a moment, it’s like I’m robbed of my hearing as well as my sight. Then some of the sounds come rushing back, and I hear my own guttural, uninhibited cries of release. My words make no sense, hell, I’m not sure they’re words at all.
“Fuck! You taste so good, Abby,” the one between my legs rasps, and I feel the rumble across my folds. “I could feast on your cunt for days without tiring of you.”
Before I know what’s going on, both the guys let go of me. Then there’s some movement, almost like… wait, are they trading places? I lose track of my thoughts as I feel something warm and sticky being poured over my pussy.
“What is that?” I rasp.
“Mhmm,” the guy between my legs groans, and it’s most definitely the guy that was feeding me strawberries before. “Your pussy covered in chocolate sauce is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The other guy straddles me, and then he brushes the tip of his cock against my lips. Since this one isn’t pierced, I was right in my original thoughts about who was doing what to me.
“Open up, Abby,” he commands in a seductive tone.
I whimper and do what he says, carefully covering my teeth with my lips as he slides further into my mouth. Remembering how rough he can be, I try to relax my throat, determined to give him what he wants exactly how he wants it.
Every time I’m about to come, the guy eating me out pulls back, and like a jerk, he blows cool air onto my overheated and sensitive flesh. “Ah ah,” he scolds. “This is for me and not you. You’ve already had one orgasm.”
I pull on my restraints and buck my hips. I’m not exactly sure what it is I’m trying to achieve, or how I manage to still snake my tongue along the hard length, pistoning in and out of my mouth. Fuck it, I’m not sure of anything but the rising need in me that keeps getting denied.
My focus snaps back into place as a hand closes around my throat and before I can protest, two fingers close the air holes in the mask.
