Sara reached out her arm blindly and I pulled her up. She was shaking, panting, the sweat shone on her white forehead and I pulled her up to a sitting position on the bed. She gave me a big, gleeful smile. “I can’t believe we’re doing this… this is so hot. Where is he?”
I turned to Tom. He was standing a little way from the bed, near the door. As usual, he betrayed no emotion other than that smooth, enigmatic grin. “He’s near the bed,” I said. “I think he wants us to move.”
“Let’s get on our knees,” she said. She turned towards the door. “Do you want us on our knees?” she asked.
I looked at Tom. He nodded and I helped Sara up off the bed. The place where her ass met my covers was soaked. Then, her elbow in my hands, she got down on her knees on the carpet, pulling me down with her. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Where is he?” Tom stepped forward and brushed his dick gently against her chin. She gave a flirtatious gasp and then planted a kiss on his slick, latex-sheathed cock. “Mmm,” she purred, and slipped his head deftly between her lips.
I was surprised at how expertly she reached up and cupped his balls. Her other hand went to his leg and glided up over his hip. “He’s so hairy,” she said, pulling her mouth off his dick and now rubbing both his legs. “Did you used to shave your legs, Bobby?”
My eyes widened. “That’s right,” I started. “For water polo?”
“Oh yeah,” Sara said. She smiled. “I like it. Do you like that, Bobby?” She grasped his balls in both hands.
Tom smiled and rubbed his dick against her chin.
“Suck on him, Kate,” Sara encouraged me. I reached past her face and clutched his shaft, leaning against her head as I popped his dick in my mouth. I tasted a considerable amount of vagina. “Mmm,” Sara said as our cheeks rubbed against each other. “C’mere.” She pulled me off him and planted a big, fat kiss on my mouth. It was a hot one. She immediately stuck her tongue in my mouth and swirled it around, all while she played with Tom’s balls.
Her left hand reached down and squeezed my breast. Then she turned from the kiss and brought Tom’s dick between our mouths. “Do you think he likes this?” she teased. She kissed his shaft, pushed it into my lips. It disappeared and rolled over my tongue and then Tom pulled it out, sliding it over Sara’s tongue. We took on a rhythm; Tom pushed it into my mouth, pulled out, pressed it between our tongues, then stuck it into Sara’s mouth. I didn’t argue. I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly; I was still riding the high from my brief orgasm and having Sara there and Tom standing over us was disorienting. But I noticed he was slightly pushier with Sara – probably because she was so eager; and Sara always tried to get the most of him down her throat. Tom reached down to stroke both of our hair.
After taking him all the way to the back of her throat, Sara gagged slightly and pulled him out. “Yuck,” she said, and reached up to his dick. She began to unwrap the condom.
“What are you doing?” I said.
She wiped the spit off her mouth and continued to unroll the condom from his cock. “Taking the condom off,” she said brazenly. “Latex tastes like shit and it’s no fun for the guy.” She bent her neck to look up at Tom and stuck out her lips. “Isn’t that right, Bobby?”
I wasn’t sure about this. I glanced at Tom, who raised his eyebrows. His look said it was up to me.
“Is that what you want?” I said.
Sara pinched my nipple playfully. “C’mon, Katie, he’s not going to get your mouth pregnant. Don’t tell me you suck his dick with the condom on all the time.”
“Um,” I said.
“How about it, Bobby?” she teased. Even without my consent she was still unwrapping the condom (which, due to his size and the slipperiness of the latex made it a harder endeavor than she planned for). “You want to get your dick sucked or do you want to get your dick sucked?”
God, the mouth on her. She’d already unrolled the condom and dropped it on the floor. I sighed and grabbed it off the ground, tossing it into the bin under my desk. It left a trail of cum down the side.
“Ummm,” Sara hummed as she rose on her knees and slipped his now naked cock down her throat. I watched Tom’s face as she did it and noted the deep intake of breath, the nearly pained expression. He pushed his hips forward to help her gobble it down. She squeezed his shaft with her right hand and jerked him rapidly into her mouth. When she finally pulled it away it left several thin strands of saliva and cum trailing her lips. “Isn’t that so much better?” she said. She turned to me and planted another kiss, this one rich with his semen. “C’mon,” she said, and passed his dick to me.
Before I knew it I was sucking on Tom’s dick, putting his whole shaft in my mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock and licking the salty texture of his balls. Sara had fed it to me and I stared up at Tom wildly. I’d never meant to have his unprotected cock in my mouth. I could feel the semen trickling out of it now, and still taste the latex that used to cover him. His eyes burned into mine; he was concerned but he didn’t want me to stop. I don’t know if the look in his eye was unforgivable or tender, knowing how badly he wanted this. I pulled back slightly and suckled on his cockhead. He pulled out and pushed himself between us.
“Nnn,” Sara moaned as she kissed me over his cock. She was happily touching herself and reaching out to my pussy. “Do you like that, Bobby,” she groaned, “two pretty girls sucking your dick?”
Tom groaned appreciatively. Sara smiled. “Mm, that’s what I like,” she whispered to me, planting a sticky kiss on my cheek. Then she spat on the tip of his cock and pushed it between her lips. “You like it sloppy?” she said. He gripped the back of her head and slipped his dick rapidly in and out. She let him, sitting still while he pulled the cock back and forth over her lips and worked up a froth of semen and saliva.
Sara was ecstatic. For my part I was just the facilitator, watching Sara and occasionally giving her and Tom’s dick a sloppy kiss, but Tom, except for a gentle hand on the back of my head, had now turned all his attention to her. That was good. I wasn’t sure if I wanted his cum in my mouth again; a weird thing to have a hang up on at this point, but there it was. Sara was so worked up, clearly enjoying herself as she blew him on her knees, getting off on the dirtiness of it, the sharing.
But there was more to it than that. The way she took to him, the way she said his name – or what she thought was his name. I got a weird feeling about it. I’d thought she had agreed to the threeway because she was eager to experiment, wanted to fuck around. And Tom, doing his best to keep quiet, was almost trying to tell me something in the brief but warm glimpses he gave to me. How could he do that, be fucking Sara’s mouth and yet still shoot me those mischievous looks? His right hand left my hair and he took Sara’s cheeks in both hands, coming closer and feeding his cock between her lips.
Sara gagged a little but took him on. “Ugh,” she gulped at his cock as a slip of drool crawled down the corner of her mouth. He pulled out. She reached up to grasp his shaft possessively. He took it away from her and smeared it over her lips. Rebuffed, she reached down to finger herself. “God,” she moaned, kisses slipping up and down his shiny foreskin, “put it back in me. Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me again.” As if suddenly remembering me she turned to where she thought I was, the black scarf still securely over her eyes, and reached out to my shoulder. “Oh, is it okay?” she asked.
I had been enthralled watching her suck him. I was temporarily off guard. “What?” I said.
“Do you want him to put another condom on or can I-?”
“Uh,” I said. What if it was Bobby? How would I feel about that?
Tom grabbed Sara under the arms and lifted her bodily up onto the bed. She went laughing and panting, falling onto the mattress and kicking open her legs as she bounced. “Oh God!” she cheered. “Yes! Fuck me!”
I didn’t have time to protest as Tom stepped forward and slid his naked dick between Sara’s legs. She let out a deep cry and reached for his chest. I could hear his penis part her sopping pussy lips. “Yee-es, doesn’t that feel better? Fuck my pussy, Bobby.” Tom grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. Sara took a deep breath and spread her legs wider. “Yes…” she groaned. “Oh, God… do it to me…” I watched his penis slip in and out, watched the wet fluid empty out of her and the clear drops of cum stick to her inner thighs and hang in fat drops on the hairs of her matted bush. “You like how tight I am?” she teased. She flailed her legs for a few of his thrusts before reaching up and hooking her ankles over his hips.
Her breasts rolled back and forth on her chest and I could see the flecks of spittle and cum that had dripped down from her chin now glinting in the low light of the sun. Tom was fucking her without the condom on and she was going wild from his passionate thrusting. Tom rarely, if ever fucked me that hard, but Sara was screaming for him to fuck her even harder.
Sara strained against his firm grip and tried to reach up with her neck. “Nah,” she moaned, trying to get to his face. He bent down and kissed her, and suddenly they were mashing their lips together, her tongue flicking out and lapping at the corner of his lips, slipping deeper into his mouth. She had completely forgotten about me and was now vigorously trying to get off with what she thought was my boyfriend’s dick stabbing deep into her vagina.
“Yes…” she panted. “Yes… Oh, God… I’m…” She began to buck her hips against him, meeting each rapid thrust with greater and greater intensity. “Don’t…” she gasped. “Don’t stop… Oh… Bobby… Bobby-”
The way she said his name. I stood up and walked to the bed. I brushed my hand over Tom’s back and he glanced at me over his shoulder. He was enjoying himself, breathing hard, and yet even despite that, for all his grunts and thrusts and assaults on Sara’s body, there was a part of him separate, a part of him looking out at me, asking me… I didn’t tell him what I was thinking, neither that it bothered me that he was fucking Sara nor that I didn’t like how she said my boyfriend’s name. But as he pulled out and thrust up into her, eliciting a new squeal, a new rhythm of moans from her, it was as if he was trying to tell me something.