“I’m going to die,” Mona said, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I wrapped an arm around her. She was beet-red, hiding her face in her hands. We had wrapped her in a bathrobe, more for her sake than anything else. She’d only been naked from the waist down, after all, and her pants had been right there. Sometimes you just need to be wrapped in something fluffy to make you feel safe and comfortable.
“That’s just wishful thinking,” I said with a smirk, and I felt her chuckle against me. “Don’t worry, this house has seen a lot worse.”
“And better, I bet,” Rama said from the recliner, her legs over one of the arms, with one of the smuggest, most self-satisfied grins I’d ever seen on her face, and that was saying something. For once, I didn’t even mind it a little bit.
“Hush you,” Madeline said. “You apologize to her.” Despite her words, it was clear Madeline was having trouble keeping serious too. The situation was too endemic of our lives to not be a little funny at this point.
Rama held her hands up in mock surrender. “I did nothing. She seduced me, the foul temptress,” she said. “I am innocent…” she paused for a moment. “You know, right up until she sat on my face. I’ll admit to being a collaborator from that point on.” She pointed at Mona. “Confess!”
“Guilty,” Mona said while trying to retract into the bathrobe like a particularly shy turtle.
I gave her a little kiss on top of the crown of her head. “You’re fine, Mona,” I said. “It was just a… coincidence.” I looked over at Madeline for support who just gave me a shrug while clearly trying not to laugh. I stuck out my tongue, which she returned. “The point is that you don’t have anything to feel bad about. It’s clear that you were… enjoying yourself, and that’s what matters, yeah?” That got confirmations from Rama and Madeline, at least.
“Bweh,” Mona said. “You’re not mad?” She looked up at me from the safety of the robe, slowly reappearing. I squeezed her in a hug again.
“Not at all. I’m happy you get to finally enjoy yourself like this.” I lowered my voice. “Don’t think I don’t remember our talks about this stuff, either.” I winked as she blushed more again. “I’m sure Rama is a fantastic first. You’re lucky you found us.” Something about what I had said seemed to stir something up.
It used to be that when I saw people’s fantasies, it was like daydreaming, their thoughts slipping into mine like a hand in mine. It was an almost gentle process, one thing moving into another, sometimes without a clear distinction where my thoughts had ended and the fantasy took over my senses.
This was… not that. This was like getting hit in the head with a fantasy so bright and vivid it would have knocked me off my feet if I hadn’t been sitting down. And it involved Mona and Rama, myself and Madeline. Hands and mouth all over Mona, who, as the fantasy revealed, was quite the pillow princess.
When the fantasy ebbed away, the room was silent for a moment, before Rama’s grin grew so wide she might well have been a pez-dispenser, and everyone turned to look at her. Mona tried to hide her face again. “You all saw that, didn’t you?”
“Mona!” Rama exclaimed. “Naughty girl!”
“All three of us?” Madeline said, leaning on the back of the couch, giving up all pretense of being the responsible one. “My, you are an adventurous one.”
“Now now,” I said, trying to rein in a sexual tension so tangible you could not only cut it with a knife, but probably carve off a slice and serve it for breakfast, “maybe it’s all just fantasies. Everyone has them, and that doesn’t mean she would want to act on th--”
I had stopped. Madeline looked at me. “Babe? You okay?”
“Never mind,” I said, and nudged Mona. “This is one horny harlot.”
“How do you know?” Rama said, her tongue between her teeth, looking incredibly amused at the current situation.
“Because she’s chanting it at me at the top of her thoughts,” I said, giving Mona the side-eye. “But she’s too shy to say it out loud.”
“Oh my,” Madeline said and leaned forward until her mouth lined up with Mona’s ear. “Is that so, little bird?” Her voice was low and husky. It was the voice she used whenever she pinned my hands above me, and I wasn’t even going to pretend like it didn’t immediately have an effect on me too. I squeezed my legs together and just enjoyed the show. Mona nodded almost imperceptibly.
Rama stood up and slowly walked toward the couch, and I wondered how Mona felt in that moment. Sure, I sat right next to her, but Madeline behind her, her whispered voice against her skin, while Rama advanced on her, she must have felt a little cornered. “Are you absolutely sure?”
It was my turn. I wasn’t going to let the two experienced ones get all the fun. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against her cheek. “All you have to say is yes or no, Mona. We won’t do anything without your spoken permission.” I made sure she felt my breath on her skin, before biting her earlobe very softly. She whimpered.
Rama kneeled in front of her and put her hands on Mona’s knees and held them there, but didn’t move any further. Mona bit her lip, and the three of us were hit with some very explicit flashes, second-long fantasies. “I… I…” Mona said softly, scared to say it out loud. I heard her say yes in her fantasies over and over again, but that wasn’t going to be enough.
“Do you want us, darling?” Madeline whispered in her ear. Mona was vibrating.
“All you have to do is say it,” Rama purred, biting her lip and making eye contact.
“What do you want, Mona?” I said, and then, making sure we weren’t pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for, I continued. “If this is too much or too fast, just say so. We’ll understand. We won’t be mad or disappo--”
I had planned to say more but she’d turned her head and kissed me full on the lips. She was so soft, tasted faintly of peaches, and instead of the hard, flighty kiss from earlier, this was passionate. After a moment of this, I felt her tongue brush against mine and I opened my mouth and I stopped trying to consciously take everything in. I took her face in my hands and let desire take over. Her fingers ran through my hair, and it was clear she could give Madeline a run for her money when it came to neediness. It felt like an eternity when she pulled away.
“So is that a y--” I started with a breathless laugh, but she cut me off again.
“Please,” she said, “I need you to fuck my brains out.” Well, that definitely was an answer. I looked at Rama and Madeline, who had both been enjoying the show and now stood up as if they’d rehearsed this.
“Well, I’m not going to leave a lady waiting,” Rama said, and Madeline nodded.
“Good girl,” I grinned, and even after a kiss like that, Mona still had the audacity to blush. Deciding to take things into my own hands for a bit, as well as taking advantage of the fact that I wasn’t strictly human, I picked up Mona without too much effort into a bridal carry. I nodded to the bedroom. “Ladies.” Madeline curtsied, while Rama gave a practiced bow, bending at the waist like a gentleman, before hurrying over to the door, holding it open for us. Mona had wrapped her arms around my neck, and she looked excited and a little scared. I kissed her forehead. “You’ll be fine, Mona,” I said softly. “I promise we’ll take good care of you.” She giggled.
“I know,” she said as I set her down on the bed. Madeline and Rama had already crawled onto it on either side of her and now started to undress her, carefully and gently, while I distracted my newly-girled friend with another kiss, kneeling on the bed in front of her. She gasped when Rama expertly undid the buttons on the pajama shirt Mona had been wearing. She squeaked when Madeline’s teeth found her neck and her hands touched the exposed skin of Mona’s stomach. She moaned, loudly, when Rama’s lips kissed her chest, and I slowly pushed her onto her back, and myself and her two other attendants all worked to quickly expose her from the waist down too. The smell of sex already hung heavy in the air. In our current state, it was more than a little intoxicating, and Madeline and Rama were shedding their tops as quickly as they could while still maintaining a veneer of elegance.
Mona, on her back and panting, looked excited, her blush having spread to her neck and chest, making the hickeys Madeline and Rama had left on her skin stand out even more. Rama leaned in to kiss her again and Madeline took her turn to assault Mona’s clearly sensitive breasts, making her squeal at every caress, kiss, lick and bite, and it wasn’t long before the woman was squirming. Which left me to gently push her legs apart.
For someone who had only moments earlier been caught sitting on Rama’s face, she seemed awfully nervous about me being down there, but the never-ending barrage of fantasies and explicit thoughts made it very clear that she couldn’t help but imagine what I was going to be like once I got to work, and I was very intent on not letting her down. But all good things come to those who wait, and wait she was going to. I kissed the inside of her knees, then slowly worked my way up her inner thighs, drawing white hot lines across her skin with my nails until I was so close I could practically taste her. I nudged Rama.
“Let her speak for a moment,” I said quietly. Rama pulled away from the kiss, and I heard a disappointed little whimper from Mona, who hadn’t heard me. “Mona,” I whispered, and I could tell she could feel my breath against her skin from the gentle bucking of her pelvis. “Do you want this?” She made a few more noises, but I shook my head. “Not good enough. Say please.”
“Ple-oh,” was all she managed. As soon as I heard the first half of a syllable leave her mouth, I pressed my tongue against her in a single extended lick, pushing into her, tasting her and, most importantly, making her wrap her legs around me like she was trying to crush my head like a melon. I realized, as I was doing what I could to keep the stimulation gently ramping up and consistently making her squirm like she did, that this was my first time going down on one of these. While the taste was nothing spectacular -- like someone had sneezed on a penny, an idle thought popped up uselessly -- it was the reaction it got out of her that made the experience so amazing. Her hands were in my hair, up until Madeline and Rama resumed their assault on her sensitive skin and Mona was lost in the sensation of three women going at her with hands and mouths.
Her hips pushed themselves into me with need, and I was more than happy to oblige, and it wasn’t until I felt her hands run through my hair that I realized I’d transformed in my lust, and she grabbed my horns to pull me closer into her. I grinned. Well, I was already transformed, and we were beings of pleasure, after all. Time to experiment a little bit. To see how long a tongue I could have. Mona’s moans intensified as my tongue, inch by inch, worked its way inside her, until groans of pleasure became more surprised, more needful, and the woman, innocent-until-very-recently, grabbed my head with her hands and legs, and rode my face. I was happy to oblige, making sure to apply stimulation internally and externally. I could feel her excitement building up, and I kept up the pace until I felt the muscles in her legs start to tense up.
She started to quiver, her grip on me was like a vice, her breathing became heavier, and she fucked herself on my face until a low animalistic groan escaped from her lips and she spasmed violently. I had to grab a hold of her legs to keep her in place. I wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. I continued my assault on her as she squirmed, groaned, squeaked and moaned, twitching until started to bap me on the head with the flat of her hand and breathlessly begged me to stop.
I sat upright with a satisfied grin and absolutely soaked from the mouth down. Mona looked like she had just run a marathon, out of breath, her face red, we made eye contact, and both of us began to laugh as she let her head drop back onto the bed with an exhausted giggle. “I need a moment,” Mona said, her voice barely audible.
“That was quite the show,” Madeline said. She’d undressed completely, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. All of her, standing to attention as she crawled over to me. “I think that deserves a reward.” Mona chuckled as she rolled over to look at me, still enjoying the afterglow.
“I agree,” I heard Rama behind me, and felt her press against my butt. She’d clearly gotten rid of all her clothes too, and Madeline hadn’t exaggerated her, as she had put it, ‘bomb-ass dick.’
“Oh,” I said, as two pairs of hands, lips and horns advanced on both sides of me. I wasn’t ready in the slightest, and I couldn’t wait.
While the taste was nothing spectacular -- like someone had sneezed on a penny
That is the most hilariously accurate description I've ever heard. 10/10, would licc again
It’s refreshing to see such a mundane and un-appetizing description, when almost every story that does describe the taste paints it in flowery or delicious tones. Which gives an awful expectation for real life.
Thank you!
It's not always such an unappetizing taste. It's all dependent on the cycle. Sometimes there's not much taste at all and other times you get a snotty penny.
Ara Ara Mona chan~
Oh nice~