Page 6 of Butterfly

“Did you enjoy that?” Her fingers tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, wishing to ask for more but suddenly unsure whether that was allowed.

I closed my eyes, not wanting them to see the need in them. If they desired to give me more, take more from me, I would let them, I knew I would. But I couldn’t ask; it wasn’t my place to ask. Eva stroked my hair as Mason pulled out of me. My pussy was suddenly empty, clenching open air as it adjusted to the sudden departure of Mason’s dick. The cool air of the room was a shock to my wet and heated skin. When fingers started to trace the outside of my pussy lips, a shiver wracked my body.

“Such a pretty pussy, don’t you think, Eva? All pink, wet, and used,” Mason asked with a husky voice.

My breath was locked up tight, hoping he would slide just one finger in, that he would pump me with his hand, working in a second, and a third. My body started to push back on his finger, trying to force it in, when Eva tugged lightly on my hair.

“Ah ah ahh, none of that. I want to taste that pretty pussy again. Up on your knees,” she commanded me.

I took a deep breath, wishing steel into my rubbery bones, and pulled myself up into a kneeling position with my hands on my thighs. Eva lay down directly next to where I had been lying and looked at me expectantly. When I hesitated, unsure if she reallywanted me to kneel over her face, she leaned up on one elbow and grabbed me by the chin.

“You still have permission to cum; do you want me to take that away?” Her tone was firm and stern as she questioned me.

“N...no...Miss,” I whispered. It wasn’t ending. It wasn’t over. I was going to get more. They were going to take more.

“Good, now bring that pretty pussy over here and kneel over my face.”

Eva lay back down, her face tilted towards the ceiling, but still watching me out of the corner of her eye. I rose up on my knees and crawled towards her, slowly sliding my knees to press into the tops of her shoulders. I looked down at her, upside down between my thighs, and watched as she gazed at my pussy with hunger. I lifted myself over her face until I could feel her warm breath against the folds of my slit. As I hovered above her, letting her take her time looking at my wet pink flesh, I felt a trickle of my cum start to run down the inside of my pussy. I tried to clench my core, but felt a finger chase the line of wetness back up into me. Eva removed her finger, brought it to her lips, and sucked it clean.

Oh. My. God. Instantly, I was beyond aroused again. My clit a hard little bundle waiting to be touched. Licked. Sucked.

Eva reached up and placed both of her hands around my inner thighs, drawing me down onto her mouth. She was intentionally breathing through her mouth, heating me from the outside. Once she had me settled where she wanted, she started to slowly lick me from just below my clit all the way to my slit. On the first flick of her tongue, I felt a rush of heat travel from my pelvis to my stomach, my breasts drew tight and firm, nipples pebbling. I was pooling with arousal, barely able to stay upright as my need to grind down onto her face had me spreading my legs further and sinking down. Eva hummed in approval, the vibrations from the sound tickling my skin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mason get onto the bed between Eva’s thighs. He ran his hand up and down his cock, using the cum from my orgasm as lubricant. He reached for Eva’s right leg, lifted it up, and positioned the tip of his dick at her entrance, her leg straight up in the air over his shoulder. I was watching his hand lining himself up, his dick shining with my juices, when he stopped moving. I glanced up and when we made eye contact, he sunk himself into Eva, until there was no space between their bodies.

Fuck.

Eva moaned, a deep guttural sound. Her tongue pushed into my clit giving off faint vibrations like when she had teased me with the butterfly. Mason started to thrust into Eva, and as her body rocked her mouth moved beneath me. I suddenly felt her tongue on my asshole, warm and wet, barely there at first. But as Mason’s thrusts became stronger, the movement gave Eva the extra access, which she took full advantage of. She reached up and over my thighs, grabbing onto my ass cheeks, simultaneously pulling them apart, while pulling me forward and down onto her mouth.

My hands braced my body on either side of her hips, my face inches away from her wet, dick filled pussy. Her tongue probed my ass, at first just licking and sucking, but then penetrating me. With the stretched position I was in, I wasn’t able to put up any resistance, not that I wanted to. I wanted her to tongue fuck me.

My senses were on overload. Everywhere was wet. From me. From her. From watching Mason’s dick disappearing into Eva’s pussy. The musky smell of sex and sweat. The cool air brushing against all of my heated skin. The sound of bodies pounding together. Everything about this moment was designed to torture me. To turn me on. Teased, used, and teased again.

My fantasy come true.

My orgasm was building again. I was pushing back onto Eva’s face; I needed her mouth on my clit. Eva opened her mouth and let me slide myself onto her tongue, which she held firm against my clit, using her lip to apply pressure for me to grind against. I was rocking on her face, not caring that the force might be too much for her. All I cared about was my orgasm. My eyes zeroed on Mason’s cock, watching as it became wetter and wetter with each thrust. I lifted one hand and placed two fingers in my mouth, swished my tongue over them, and then placed them firmly on Eva’s clit, rubbing circles in time with Mason’s thrusts, pulling backwards and forwards. Her hips started to jerk under my hand, my fingers getting slick with the juices being forced out of her from Mason’s movements. Eva’s mouth began to close as her orgasm got close, the slide of her teeth my undoing.

I tried to keep my fingers moving on her clit, tried to concentrate, but all I could think about was the wet slide of her tongue, the hard grind of her teeth. My hips were pumping backwards and forwards over her face as I came with a loud cry, my fingers clenching the quilt and Eva’s inner thigh. The pain from my nails digging into her thigh sent Eva over the edge.

Her orgasm was hard and fast, her mouth moaning into my pussy as my arousal smeared across her face. As my body started to slump down onto Eva’s, I pulled forward enough that her face was free and lifted my right knee to roll onto my left side. I kept my head on her thigh, watching as Mason continued to fuck her. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, his cock pounding into her. Wetness flowing down her outer lips and onto her thighs. I wanted to lean in and lick her clean.

As if he knew my inner thoughts, Mason grabbed my hair, tilting my head to look at him. His eyes glinted as he took in my blissed-out face, knowing I was ready and willing to be used however he wanted. Mason pulled out of Eva and placed the tip of his dick on my lips. Not needing to be asked, I openedmy mouth and let him fuck my throat as I lay with his wife’s thigh cushioning my head. The sweet musky taste of Eva on my tongue, mixed with the taste of Mason’s precum was like nectar to me. I wanted every drop. Eva sat up to watch the show, see her husband’s dick disappearing into my mouth and down my throat. I was so relaxed from my orgasms that Mason was pushing past my limit, but I wasn’t gagging. My mouth filled with saliva, Mason’s cock getting wetter and wetter. I moaned as he increased his pace and lifted my head by my hair from Eva’s thigh. Eva’s leg snaked out from under me; she came to kneel beside me and started to knead Mason’s balls. He groaned, cock twitching in my mouth at the sensation. I kept my tongue relaxed, making it possible for him to bury his dick all the way, my nose pressing into the skin at the base of his cock. Mason continued his movements until Eva gave a light tug on his balls.

“My turn,” she said and pulled his hips to face her.

She pumped his dick for a few seconds and then slid him into her mouth in one smooth stroke. She sucked his dick with all the experience their almost decade long relationship had given her. Her tongue rubbing up and down as her lips sucked and pulled. It was mesmerizing to watch. Mason reached with his hand and cupped Eva’s head, taking the lead in their positions. When I felt pressure on the back of my head, I leaned towards Eva, who moved to the side a touch. Over the tip of Mason’s dick, our mouths met. Tongues coming out to roll and rub together around his knob, trying to get as much of Mason into our mouths as possible. I abandoned his cock for his balls, leaning down to lick and suck all around the base of his dick, palming his sack in my hand. I massaged his balls, which were drawn up firm and tight. I could feel Eva bobbing up and down on his dick behind me, so I leaned under and sucked one ball into my mouth. Mason’s six-pack clenched as he sucked in a breath.

Eva released Mason’s dick and started to stroke her hand quickly up and down. Her face appeared on the other side of Mason’s dick and she sucked his other ball into her mouth, still pumping his dick. I leaned backwards and placed my mouth right against the tiny slit in his dick, licking and playing with the hole. I heard him hiss, and then I opened my mouth to suck him into me. Mason started to thrust into my mouth as Eva pulled away from him. She came to sit beside me, watching me.

“Your husband gave Mason permission to cum in your mouth,” my heart started to pound at her words. Really? He was okay with that?

“But he said you could make the choice in the end. Would you like Mason to cum in your mouth? To swallow him?”

Closing my eyes, I took a breath through my nose. I nodded my head. Yes. I wanted Mason to cum in my mouth.

“Good girl. Open wide and let him fuck you until he finishes,” Eva said, as she crawled to sit behind me.

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