Page 21 of Desperate Measures

Imon lifted, and Toni’s fingers slipped through his long hair as he slid out of reach. A tug at the fly of her slacks and a greater tug on her waistband, and the fabric of her pants and her soaked panties unpeeled from her ass, thighs, and slithered down her ankles. Then it was gone.

She lost the ability to breathe when he gripped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. Cool air caressed her splayed sex…then a puff of balmy warmth. His breath. Toni groaned and lifted her hips, seeking.

Instead of feeling his lips or tongue on her clamoring sex, she sensed them in the crease between her thigh and vulva. He traced a slow line there, then slowly mouthed his way on her soft, inner thigh toward her knee. He’d been so close!

Despite not yet having contact where it would feel best, Toni felt herself ravaged by the clan’s ardent kisses. It occurred to her the darkness enhanced the sensations. Robbed of sight, her skin was heightened to everything the men did to her. The sounds of their mouths on her flesh were amplified. The tongue licking the crease of her knee was as erotic as any touch she’d ever known.

No doubt they, boasting more sensitive sight, could see her perfectly fine. The vulnerability of being on display when she was incapable of viewing them added to her surprising excitement.

Imon switched to her other knee, then began kissing up her thigh. Would he finally taste her where it would be sweetest? Did she dare hope?

Feru’s fingertips swirled a slow circle below her breasts, on which he continued to feast. He began to cycle them downward gradually, a light tickle that enticed. Perhaps he would touch her sex if Imon wouldn’t. Toni wadded bed coverings in her fists as she waited and hoped. Meanwhile, Wovir persisted in kissing her, leaving her breathless.

Feru reached the top of her mound at the same second Imon found where her womanhood met her leg. Toni was suspended in agony as they paused for a heartbeat, wondering if either would grant her his desperately needed touch.

At the same moment, Feru’s fingers slid on top of her clit and Imon dove into an open-mouth kiss to her softest flesh. Lightning flashed in her skull as pleasure barreled through her. Her feet kicked. Her cry was muffled by Wovir’s tongue, still exploring and claiming.

Waves of yearning crashed through her as Imon’s tongue filled her pussy and Feru rubbed her engorged bud. Her moans gained volume when Wovir’s lips left hers. A part of her wanted to be embarrassed by how loud she was, how blatant her eagerness was betrayed, but she was mostly beyond such cares. Nothing mattered but what they did to her and how incredible it was.

She was aware of a delicious sweetish-spicy scent invading her nostrils but didn’t pay attention to it until something hot and slick trailed across her lips. Her first instinct was it must be Wovir’s tongue, and hers slid out to greet it. A flavor, reminiscent of cinnamon-sugar, danced on her tastebuds an instant before she understood what she was licking.

Prophets save me, is this his cock? Is this what I’ve heard of, that they lubricate as women do?

It seemed it was. One taste, and Toni couldn’t get enough. She’d heard the giggles on Haven, particularly when she’d visited the bakery near the home she and her mother Rosa had shared there, about “Kalq-flavored breakfast rolls.” It had never occurred to her the species’ natural wetness could taste like pastry.

She eagerly lapped as the tip of Wovir’s shaft continued to outline her lips. She claimed every drop of the spicy sweetness her tongue could reach. He’d momentarily released her, no doubt to open his pants, but had returned to holding her head between his hands, limiting her movement. She keened a wordless plea, both to him and the pair playing with her avid pussy. She needed to be filled, preferably in both places.

“Hungry Matara,” Wovir’s voice growled from overhead.

As if to punish her for wanting him too much, the slick cock disappeared. As Toni readied a protest, it returned. But no, this surface was broader. When she licked it, there was a different taste, an added salt component rendering him more luscious. Pre-cum, her mind exulted as her pussy spasmed on Imon’s searching tongue.

Wet sounds filled her ears: her eager lapping the end of Wovir’s cock, Feru on her breasts, and Imon on her cunt. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Trills of bliss suffused her entire being, especially as Feru massaged her clit. Ecstasy beckoned, and her sex clenched again.

Wovir had held back, edging only close enough for her to swirl her seeking tongue on the tip of his length. He crept closer until he passed the border of her lips. She sucked greedily as he slid along her tongue, consuming him as she was consumed. He tasted so good!

She was aware of his smaller cock sliding beneath her chin and leaving a wet trail. She gloried in the decadence of carnality as he slowly pumped his intimate hunger deep, stopping just ahead of triggering her gag reflex.

Toni gasped when Imon’s finger replaced his tongue in her womanhood. He resumed licking her surrounding folds while driving in her. She hadn’t noticed him draping her legs on his shoulders to free his hands. One held her spread open so his tongue could investigate every nook and cranny.

Her pulse throbbed in her ears and pussy. In her clit, upon which Feru hadn’t relented for an instant. Stronger jolts of excitement struck, and she thought she might come soon if the Imdiko didn’t let up. He showed no sign of doing so, and her breasts tingled from his ardent attention.

A spurt of Wovir’s passion was joined by his groan. He was getting close, she believed. Would he come in her mouth? The idea thrilled her.

Before she could scheme to make it happen, Imon thrust a second finger in her. He searched and found a spot that filled her with a blast of pure heat. All at once, she was on the precipice of orgasm, forgetting everything else as rapture twisted tight, then tighter.

“Now, my beauty.” Imon’s whisper somehow pierced the thundering of her heart. He stroked her magic spot again just as Feru’s mouth left her breasts and battened on her clit.

The room was dark, but starburst flared her vision white-blind. Sheer rapture ripped through her. Surge after surge rippled through her, leaving her suspended in paradise.

She returned by degrees, gratified but not quite sated. Throbbing heat still slid over her tongue, coating it in spicy sweetness. Feru’s wet mouth had resumed its eager devotion to her breasts. Imon had assumed command of her clit, sucking and licking as his fingers worked her.

There was a difference, however. As the mists of climax cleared and settled in the slighter hum of returning arousal, Toni realized Imon had moved from her sex to her ass. He was readying her for the penetration that was part and parcel of sex with Kalquorians.

A sliver of anxiety and excitement twined. Could she do this? Other women had. Surely she could too. Wovir’s secondary, still slipping back and forth beneath her chin, suddenly felt awesomely huge.

The thread of nervousness didn’t want to listen to common sense. Prodded by the activities of her lovers…those men certainly knew what they were doing, and it was no lie…Toni couldn’t find the strength to call a halt. Imon’s talented tongue was short-circuiting her fears, making her reckless as she built toward another incredible release. Truth be told, his fingers there didn’t feel half bad. Kind of exciting, in fact.

But his massive cock…

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