Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
This, I actually did have to consider. We didn’t have any toys with us to help me get ready. Though sometimes, when we were playing really rough, I was fine with unexpected anal with Neil, even if I always regretted it later. But tonight we weren’t playing rough. El-Mudad was well-endowed himself, but closer to above-average than oh-my-god-get-that-thing-away-from-me. “I want you to fuck my ass, El-Mudad. Will you do that for me?”
I knew my coquettish, pleading tone would drive him wild. “Oh, yes. I will. I will fuck your ass whenever you need me to.”
“Mmm, I really, really need you to. And I want you in my pussy,” I told Neil.
“Then I suggest you stop...what you’re doing to me right now,” he gasped, his erection pulsing harder beneath my fingers. I pulled my hand away quickly, and he gritted his teeth as he held himself back from the brink. His arm stilled for a moment, but once he recovered, he resumed fingering El-Mudad’s ass with slow, strong movements. I watched the muscles of Neil’s arm flex and my mouth went dry.
“Sophie, come up here,” El-Mudad said, patting my ass. “Sit on my face. Let me taste you again.”
I did as he asked, a knee on either side of his head, and lowered myself to lay on him so that I was face-to-face with his straining cock. I took him into my mouth just as his closed over my clit and his hard flesh obstructed my moan.
Neil joined me, scooting down the mattress and darting out his tongue to lick El-Mudad’s shaft whenever I lifted my head. The next time I took El-Mudad into my throat, I swirled my tongue around him and opened wider. Neil traced my lips with his tongue and followed me up to kiss me with the head of El-Mudad’s cock between our mouths. While he bucked his hips beneath us, our tongues rolled around each other and him. We slid down either side, still trying to maintain contact with each other.
“I’m close,” he gasped, coming up for air. “I’m so close!”
“Don’t come,” I warned him sternly, and pushed Neil’s mouth away as well.
“Neil!” El-Mudad practically shouted, and with a sheepish grin, Neil withdrew his hand.
“Please do not ruin this for me,” I scolded him breathlessly, my entire being rapidly abandoning reality for the feeling of El-Mudad’s tongue plunging in and out of my cunt. I rode it like a cock, my hands on my tits to pinch my nipples and increase the sensations coursing to my clit. “If he comes, we have to wait like, a whole twenty minutes to go again.”
“Oh, I’m sure we could fill the time,” Neil said, his voice full of regret. “But if I absolutely must stop, remind me to finger you to orgasm sometime, El-Mudad. Perhaps strapped down, so you can’t touch yourself while I do it. I would love to milk every dropped from you while you begged me to stop.”
That was enough to get me there. Just imagining El-Mudad sweaty, pleading, unable to move while Neil ruined every forced orgasm, sent me over the edge, and I frantically humped El-Mudad’s face, my dripping pussy smearing my wetness from his chin to his forehead. He gripped my hips and urged me on, losing the pattern he’d been tracing around my clit to simply lap at any part of me he could reach.
When I grew a little too sensitive, I rose up on my knees again.
“I need to be fucked,” I said, my voice rasping.
El-Mudad sat up and wiped his face, then reached over the head of the mattress and produced a bottle of water. He twisted the top off and handed it to me with a wink. “Because I know you get dehydrated.”
I gave him the finger and laughed as I tilted the bottle to my lips. Once we’d all shared it, El-Mudad returned it to its place.
Neil lay on his back and patted his lap, his erection bobbing against his stomach. I actually licked my lips, it looked so damn good. It still glistened with lube, so I threw my leg over him and, spreading my labia around his length, slid experimentally back and forth on him. My highly sensitive clit, already slick from El-Mudad’s mouth and my own juices, tingled gratefully at the gentler sensation.
El-Mudad positioned himself behind me, and I heard the squirt of the lube bottle. He placed a hand at the small of my back. “Only fingers first. Don’t worry.”
“Um, have you seen the stuff I’ve taken before?” I asked. “I’m super confident in my anal abilities.”
“Don’t deny me the fun,” he said, pumping more lube directly on the opening of my ass. He entered with careful pressure, two fingers stretching away the resistance.
“I wish I could watch,” Neil groaned, tipping his head back.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of opportunities,” El-Mudad laughed breathlessly. “Why don’t I do this until you come again, Sophie?”