Kelly’s eyes closed and her sucking faltered; her hands were still moving, and her tongue was twitching, but her head went still. Alyssa kept going. I could see her shoulder moving rhythmically and her expert fingers worked their magic on the girl. “He’ll get so much deeper than my tiny little fingers. And he’s so much thicker. Your cunt is going to have to be reshaped to fit him. I know what that’s like. He did it to me and my roommate one night.” Kelly pulled herself off me then—her hands didn’t stop, but she hung her head as Alyssa’s digital stimulation overwhelmed her.
“He fucked us so good. Made us both his little sluts. Don’t you want that?” Kelly made a noise, something between a sob and an ecstatic moan. “Answer your Mistress,” she said, the words coming out in a hiss. “Do you want to be David’s little slut? One of his fuck pets?” Kelly’s hips were rolling now, and her breath was ragged. Still, she didn’t answer. Then Alyssa must have brushed her thumb past Kelly’s clit or something like that, because all of the sudden Kelly had this whole-body spasm that drove out all her breath in one tremendous expulsion.
Kelly took a deep breath, and screamed out one word, one I wouldn’t have expected from her: “FUCK!” Alyssa seemed shocked as well, but didn’t stop working the younger girl over with her skilled hands. “Not an answer, pet,” she said. “Tell us how much you want to be one of his girls.”
Kelly looked back at Alyssa, and with her lips trembling she said, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Alyssa replied. I’d seen Alyssa do something like this before, when we played with her roommate—she liked to keep someone right on the edge of orgasm until they gave her what she wanted. She even did it with me on occasion, and I have to admit I could see the appeal. But it was much better watching her do it to someone else. Kelly was shaking like a leaf, desperate for relief, and almost completely unequipped to deal with the sensations coursing through her. But she knew what she needed to say to get what she craved.
“Yes, Mistress, I want to be one of his fuck pets!” she shrieked.
“Good girl!” Alyssa said, and then she pushed Kelly over the edge. I don’t know exactly what she did, but I’m pretty sure it involved using her fingers Kelly’s ultra-sensitive clit and on her g-spot as well, a devastatingly effective combination for many women but even more powerful against someone who’d never had any real expert stimulation before. Kelly almost fell, her grip on my shaft tightening almost painfully—luckily she had let go of my balls some minutes ago, or I’d probably have been screaming with her—and she let out a wordless scream that was almost deafening in the small room.
And Alyssa didn’t stop. Her skilled fingers kept going; I could see her shoulder move as she put Kelly through the wringer, no doubt using all her tricks to make the visiting high school student cum her brains out. And Alyssa succeeded, too; Kelly let go of my cock and put both hands on the floor, her arms shaking, and then slowly slid down until her cheek was on the floor and her ass in the air, gyrating in tight little circles. It looked like she was almost trying to get away from Alyssa, but not really trying, if that makes sense.
She screamed again as Alyssa expertly drove her to another climax, and then after a few seconds and a deep inhalation she let out a third ear-splitting scream. Alyssa looked up at me and smiled. “She’s a loud one, isn’t she?” she asked, mostly rhetorically. Once the third scream ended Kelly started trying desperately to get herself back under control, but with Alyssa still diligently working away inside her Kelly’s efforts proved fruitless. She started to hyperventilate and beat on the floor with her fists; she tried to pull away, but Alyssa didn’t let her escape—and in any case there was nowhere to go. Kelly’s hand found my foot and she latched on, clinging to my leg and almost sobbing as another climax overtook her.
Finally Alyssa relented and let Kelly get herself together. Alyssa pulled her hand out from between Kelly’s legs and held it up. It glistened with Kelly’s juices, clear to the wrist. I don’t know exactly how many times Kelly came, but it was more than enough. She was still trying weakly to push herself back up when Alyssa grabbed her hair with her clean (or at least cleaner) hand and pulled her back up onto her heels.
Kelly’s mouth hung open. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had just managed to start breathing steadily again, big deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall in a way I found fascinating. Without a word, Alyssa jammed her fingers into Kelly’s mouth, making her lick off her juices. Kelly reacted on instant, and as soon as Alyssa’s fingers had made it past her lips her mouth closed over them. She started to suckle on my girl’s digits. If she didn’t like the taste of her cunt-honey it didn’t show on her face at all. Alyssa made her clean off each finger individually, and then had her lick the palm clean and the back of the hand too. Once her hand was spotless, Alyssa gave Kelly a deep kiss—and Alyssa was definitely the one taking the lead; Alyssa had one hand tangled up in Kelly’s hair, and the other on one of her breasts as Alyssa’s tongue forced its way into Kelly’s mouth.
When the kiss ended Alyssa quickly and unceremoniously yanked Kelly back over to me before giving her more instructions. “If you want to be a good little pet for him, you’ll have to prove you’re worth his time. Suck him more. Make him cum and swallow up every drop.”
“Yes, Mistress,” came Kelly’s reply, and then she opened wide and engulfed the head of my prick—which, by now, was almost aching. I was unaccustomed to going so long without getting involved. Watching Alyssa dominate this young innocent girl was too good, though, too good to ruin. Kelly managed to get me a bit deeper this time, and she started bobbing her head, mimicking what she’d seen Alyssa doing earlier. Her hands came up and she gripped my shaft, down near the base, and as her spit starting running out past the tight seal made by her lips she started to stroke me in time with the up-and-down motions of her head.
Alyssa knelt beside her and held back Kelly’s dirty blonde hair. “How is she, Sir?” she asked. “Does she suck your dick like a good little slut?”
“She needs more practice,” I answered. “But she’s trying so hard, and she has a talented tongue.” That was true—even with my fat cockhead in her mouth, pressing her tongue down, she still was doing her best with it, curling it around, pressing it against that sensitive spot just under the head. I don’t think she knew she was doing it, but she’d watched Alyssa earlier with extreme care, and now whenever she did something impressive I involuntarily rewarded her with a stream of precum. She was like an animal being trained; the precum that leaked into her mouth told her she was doing a good job, and so she did it again and again, each time getting me closer and closer to climax.
With a wry little smile, Alyssa decided to help Kelly out. She ducked underneath Kelly and took one of my balls into her mouth, rolling the heavy, cum-filled orb around on her tongue and emitting pleased little moans as she did. Kelly, for her part, shortened her strokes slightly to make things easier for Alyssa and to avoid bopping her in the head. And I just looked down on the pair of them as they serviced me. Kelly’s blonde head was bobbing and she looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, desperately eager to please. Just beside and below her was Alyssa, whose vibrant green eyes revealed her confidence in her abilities and her sex appeal.
I reached down and put one hand on each girls’ head, holding them in place and pushing them both just a bit closer—to each other and to me. Kelly coughed as my cock head punched against the back of her throat but she recovered gracefully, her steady sucking only interrupted for the briefest of moments. Alyssa just smiled as best she could (given that her lips were wrapped tight around my balls) and moaned, the vibrations coming up through my sack and making me shiver.
Before long, the feeling of two sets of lips and tongues on me proved too much. I gave the girls a warning—mostly for Kelly’s benefit, since her innocence and the fact that my cock was in her mouth made her the main recipient of my cum. The warning might not have been clear to her, though—I would have thought that yelling “FUCK!” was enough, but the naïve girl just looked up at me quizzically and was thus quite shocked when the first bolt of cum rocketed from me cock and smacked against the back of her throat.
Quick as lightning, Alyssa snaked out from her position and got behind Kelly just as she pulled away, letting my next shot splash against her face. Alyssa roughly shoved Kelly back down on my spurting shaft. “Keep sucking!” she ordered, holding Kelly in place as more cum spilled from me directly into her mouth. I felt her swallow once, twice, before the flow overwhelmed her. She coughed and the backed-up cum sprayed out past her lips. “Bad girl!” Alyssa shouted, pushing down harder as Kelly struggled to catch up and not to gag again.
Miraculously, she succeeded, finding her rhythm and swallowing regularly as my cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. She drank down almost everything I had to give her, leaving only the single stream that had landed on her face—closing one eye in a coquettish wink—and the remnants that had spilled out after her early troubles.
Alyssa knew me very well, and she could tell when I’d stopped cumming (I asked her about it once, and apparently I always let out a bit of a sigh when I’ve just cum; I never noticed it, myself, but then I’m generally distracted when that’s happening). When the moment came, Alyssa yanked Kelly up almost immediately and took her place, eager to lavish attention on me, something I always appreciated in those moments just after a good cum when everything’s still all tingly. Kelly used her fingers to scoop the cum off her face—and right into her mouth, I noted approvingly—and watched attentively as Alyssa’s almost worshipful display kept me stiff and ready for round three.
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