Her head thunked against the wall as she laughed. “You aresoridiculous! Put your dick back in the hole and quit your whining, windsock.”
Ainsley was shaking his head, chuckling as he did exactly that. Once again, it only took a few seconds before he was exhaling hard through his nose, his palms braced against the wall. Ris understood exactly what the givers on the other side of the wall were seeing and thinking. His cock was magnificent, and she would have been tripping over herself to reach it as well, if she were on the other side.
“Nowwe’re talking,” he crowed, dropping his head back.
She only hoped whoever it was on the other side of the wall took care of him as well as he deserved.
When another tongue licked through her folds, Ris realized she should have had Ainsley help her pull back. Even though her first orgasm hadn’t been particularly deep, she was oversensitive from it, not eager for another, and not entirely into this as it was. It was her turn for a human mouth, small with blunt, square teeth. They were ineffectual and tired quickly, replaced by yet another human. This one possessed a bit more focus, and they zeroed in on her still-tingling clit almost immediately.
A quick glance to her left — Ainsley leaned against the wall, eyes closed, hands balled into fists, hips thrusting lightly, clearly faring better with the current mouth than he had with the previous. She wanted to get down, but she didn’t want to interrupt his pleasure.On the contrary. You could watch this all day.
Another hard breath through his nose, his neck flushing a darker green, a small groan, clearly enjoying whatever was being done to him. They would need to come back here another time, she decided. Come back so that she could do nothing but watch him being sucked off by strangers. Ris hadn’t considered how hot this would actually be, and now she wondered if Port and Glory had a membership that they could buy.
The human tonguing her was determined; she’d give them that much.
Their tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit, barely slowing, not letting up, forcing her attention away from watching Ainsley.
She was reminded of a time at university when she and her housemates were the lucky recipients of a pledge from one of the fraternities. All of the incoming pledges were given the task of becoming willing sex servants, ordered to live with their masters or mistresses for a full week, offering themselves on a free-use basis. The troll was inexperienced but eager, approaching her and one of her housemates with whom he shared a class. They’d been given no rules about to whom they had to submit, and ifhe didn’t find accommodations of his own, he’d explained, he risked being ousted from the pledge class, or else being forced into a less desirable situation.
She had lived with two other elves, and they made good use of the troll’s tongue for the week he lived with them. He’d not been especially skilled, but what he lacked in knowledge he made up for in persistence. She clearly remembered, as if it were yesterday, standing at the kitchen counter with him on his knees between her legs, riding his face, her unmade lunch spread out on the counter before her.
This human had the same relentlessness and determination. Not particularly skilled, but he wasn’t letting up.
“Remind me to tell you about the troll from college later,” she blurted out, tightening her grip on the wall handles. Ainsley didn’t answer, but by then she had her eyes squeezed shut. After what seemed like no time at all, she was tipping over the edge again, keening as her cunt spasmed, her clit throbbing against the human’s persistent mouth.
“Oh, comeon! This is ridiculous!”
Her eyes popped open to find him watching her once more, his nose scrunched, his cock in hand.
“What?!”
“See, this is why we can’t be in a poly relationship. Playing is fine, but I already know you’d have a new boyfriend by the end of the first hour and I’ll be the recipient of pity handjobs for the rest of my life.”
Ris burst out laughing. “What are you talking about?! These people are tripping over themselves to get to your big hog!”
“I have a big dick, Nanaya, but I have a bigger heart.”
It was a relief she was still strapped into place, because she would have fallen off the wall otherwise, as she wheezed in laughter. “You are such a liar! You looked like you were enjoying that! Don't even pretend you weren’t!”
“I was! It felt great! My dick is vibrating, my balls are tight. And now I feel like I have to give a PowerPoint presentation to the class fully bricked, because it’s not getting me to the splash zone, if you know what I mean.”
“Babe, I hate to be the one to remind you of this, but you are the one who has never once been able to come from a blow job alone. I know. I’ve tried.”
“Afinetime to remind me of that!”
She was laughing so hard, she was going to pee on the floor. “Do you want to leave?”
“Ohhh no, I’m not throwing in the towel that easily. So you can go sliding home and me and my twelve-pound erection can slip in your snail trail and wind up in traction? There we go, right back to the pity hand job from some nurse older than my mom. No way. We’re not going down like that. I refuse.”
“Stop!You’re going to make me choke!” The straps were the only thing keeping her upright by then, laughing so hard she’d begun to cough.
Ainsley flipped his greenOrallight off, changing to the blueAnythingGoes. “Wooo! C’mon, baby! Put yours on too, let’s race. I’m gonna cum down someone’s gullet if it kills me. Sound me with your tail if you’ve got it!”
Ris continued to laugh, watching him close his eyes in concentration as he was chosen by someone on the other side of the wall once more. “When in slutty, slutty Rome,” she mumbled, straining to reach over her head, switching her own light over to blue. She would have been happier to watch, but thiswasan adventure.That we know we’ll probably hate.
They’d disliked the BDSM dungeon they’d visited, both too sensitive, it was decided. The regulars at the swingers hotel they’d discovered online had been positively geriatric and the weekend trip had felt more like visiting elderly relatives, certainly not the adventure partners they were interested in.Much like she had discovered at the nudist resort, adventure after adventure, theideaof public sex was often more exciting than the actual act, at least for them.
Still. We have no shortage of stories to tell, if nothing else.
