Page 5 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

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Back at our hotel suite we immediately cracked into the minibar since things got a little awkward. If I’m being honest, I’d only been in the one foursome before, and the only reason it hadn’t been awkward that time was because we were all smashed and the woman was a club whore. We didn’t have to worry about how she’d feel about things in the morning so long as she consented to having all of us there with her, and she did.

“Guys,” Red finally called out as she knocked back a shot of rum. “This doesn’t have to be weird.” With that, she started stripping out of her clothes and both Whiskey and Fox followed suit almost immediately. She glanced at me where I was just sitting in a chair across from the action, taking it all in. “What about you?” She asked, almost shyly.

“He likes to watch for a while first,” Whiskey informed her as he moved up behind her and reached around to grab her very abundant, very natural creamy white tits that were capped with pale pink areolas and eraser stiff nipples. I watched as Fox strolled up in front of her gliding his fingertips down her arms, just barely avoiding Whiskey’s where they overlapped to play with her breasts. The two watched each other for a moment, and the look that passed between them made sparks fly. I definitely hadn’t been wrong before. There was more going on with my two best friends than what everyone saw on the surface. I wasn’t so sure either of the morons realized they had a thing for the other, but it also wasn’t my place to point that shit out. Maybe toying with this girl for a while would be enough to show them. Fox sank down to his knees in front of her and wasted no time leaning in and swiping his tongue through her sopping wet sex. I could see the dampness of her arousal trickling down her thighs from where I sat. Fox groaned as he took her in, obviously liking the taste of her. He wasn’t one to fake that shit.

“They played that game for a bit with Whiskey sucking at her neck, her jawline, the tops of her creamy mounds when he pushed them up with his large hands so that he could lean over her shoulder and suckle the tips while Fox continued to tickle her clit with his tongue. As I watched, my jeans grew tighter so I unbuttoned, pulled the zipper, and gripped my cock with my hand, giving it a bit of tug. Not that I needed it. I was rock hard just from the show I was watching so far. Everything was taking place in what seemed like a sensual slow motion. It was intoxicating, and completely different from the other experience the three of us had with a woman. That had been about getting down to business and getting off as quickly as possible before we passed the fuck out. This was about exploration and enjoyment.

I really liked the fact that Red had a little landing strip of pubes leading from her tight belly to her honey hole. Not many women kept any hair down there anymore, and what a shame that was, because it took away from the scent of a woman. Her arousal was easily whisked away with nothing there to capture it and entice a man to stick around. Hell, I’d never understand the desire of men to see a woman looking pre-pubescent anyway. Trimming is a good thing. Going bald is just a tad creepy for me.

I had gotten lost in my own thoughts long enough that Fox was now standing side by side with Whiskey, and Red had a handful of both of them. Neither of them was complaining. And while I’m not gay or even bisexual I will admit to being caught up enough that I was watching closely now. Both of my best friends had very similar cocks. It was almost as if they were cut from the same cloth. Fox’s was ever so slightly thicker than Whiskey near the head, but other than that they were about average length and girth for their build. They both definitely knew how to use what they’d been given too. Having witnessed it first hand, there was no doubt.

Red kneeled before them and started taking turns licking first one, then the other. She never took her hands off of them as she did so. The hand that roamed up and down each of their shafts also dipped periodically to cup their balls and roll them around while she sucked deeply of each cock in turn. The guys were literally trembling in her hands as she worked. She moved to deep throat Fox and he reached out, for the first time since she started worshipping at the altar of their cocks, to grab hold of her hair. “Yeah baby, that’s it. Suck it deep, because I’m about to blow.” She followed directions well, sucking him in deep, hollowing out her cheeks, pulling hard, and rolling his balls around with her delicate little hand. “Fuck! Yeah!” Fox grunted as he shot his load straight down her throat. Little Red didn’t stop there though. No, she was a fucking champ, and made sure to lick him clean as she went.

Whiskey was all smiles as he moved over closer to where I was sitting, his cock in hand, pumping it ever so slightly as he did. “C’mere babe. You need to take care of T like you just did Fox while I take care of that pretty little pussy of yours.” I could hear her moan as she stayed on her knees and crawled seductively over to where I sat, legs spread wide, and cock out at the ready. She gently removed my own hand from my cock and took its slightly longer, thicker flesh into her slender fingers. She never commented on my size like the BRAT back at the club had. I was thankful for that. Instead, she just went to work sucking, touching, and getting to know my cock and balls intimately. Whiskey had donned a rubber and was moving in behind her as her ass wiggled in the air while she bobbed on my dick. He ran two fingers up her slick folds eliciting a quick response moan that reverberated through my cock in a beautiful way. The vibrations set me on edge as I threw my head back and willed myself not to blow just yet. It had been a while since I’d last indulged in getting head. I wanted it to last, but the time that had passed since I’d had any physical attention was making that a difficult feat.

After Whiskey impaled the woman with his dick she cried out around my cock, but never removed it from her hot, wet mouth. Whiskey started to glide in and out of her slowly, no doubt hitting her special spot each time as he did. I could tell because she would moan in delight at the same point with each push forward that he made. Her moans weren’t what sent me tipping over the edge though. No, that happened the moment Fox moved up behind Whiskey, tapped his thighs apart further, and then lowered himself to his back, sliding beneath both Little Red and Whiskey to get at her clit with his mouth again. He sucked and licked her, and if I’m not mistaken he enjoyed a fair bit of Whiskey as he pulled out each time too. Between Whiskey fucking her and Fox licking her, Little Red started panting and moaning a constant humming tune onto my dick as she sucked the life out of it. Literally. She sucked me until my balls pulled tight, lightning shot through flashes down my body, and the thick, hot jets of my come came shooting out in exquisite gratification while the woman before me swallowed it all down. It was pure fucking heaven. My head was thrown back on the chair as I waited to get function back in my limbs and for my breaths to return to normal.

“Fuck, Little Red, you are so damn good at that.” She chuckled at the compliment I paid her, but then her moans ticked up as Whiskey started pumping into her harder. I noticed Fox’s hands were wrapped around Whiskey’s thighs as he went to town on either one, the other, or both of them despite the pounding Whiskey was now giving the woman who was clearing shuddering under the weight of an intensely satisfying orgasm. A moment after she tipped over, she took Whiskey with her. As he pulled out, the condom was shucked by a separate set of hands, and he expelled the rest of his come into our friend’s mouth. Little Red hadn’t noticed that portion of the program, because she had collapsed face first onto my still denim-covered thighs.

As everyone came down from their respective orgasm induced highs, Little Red giggled again. “If this was supposed to be wrong, I don’t think I ever want to be right again. Fucking fantastic!” I laughed as I ran my fingers through her lovely hair. When I glanced up the guys were watching what I was doing with an intensity that made me slightly uncomfortable. They’d been trying to ‘fix me’ since Camilla fucked me over. I wasn’t sure that was possible, but there was definitely something about this girl that I liked. Not necessarily in the respect that I would ever have a romantic relationship with her, but something screamed at me that we could be really good friends. That was a step I hadn’t even been willing to take with a woman in two years. So, it was something at least.

“You called me ‘Little Red,’” the woman said as she tipped her head up off of my thigh to look at me. I gave her a half-cocked grin. “Couldn’t remember my name, huh?” She laughed, so I knew she wasn’t about to get offended by the fact.

I chuckled along with her. “Honestly, I don’t remember you ever saying it, but I was lost in thought for a bit at the club.”

“Lost in thought,” she giggled. “Yeah, I bet that’s what all the guys there were doing… getting lost in thought.” She smiled brightly as I tucked her sweat-soaked hair behind her little elven ears. “I’m Amy, by the way. Amy Webber.”

“Gavin Travers, but best to call me Tango or T, like these knuckleheads do,” I offered. That was definitely far more than I’d offered any woman in far too long, and judging from the full on grins said knucklehead friends were throwing my way, I’d just done something to make them stupidly happy.

“Amy, when do you get out of school for the summer?” Whiskey finally asked.

“Two weeks, why?”

“How would you like to come hang out with us in Spearfish for a while?”

The grin on her face answered for her. “I’d love to.” That was the moment Amy Webber crash landed into the world of the Aces High MC, and our own personal, oddball little clique within the club.

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