Page 47 of Fembot
“Smile for the camera, Calvin.” Winston told him, but it wasn’t his face that Lucky was going to notice. It was the long legs. The shapely ass peeking out from under the barely-there skirt. Winston sent the picture to Lucky, detailing his idea for Calvin and what the three of them might get up to when Lucky returned from class.
Twenty-five minutes later, the front door slammed shut and a set of footprints thundered up the stairs to the third floor where Winston and Calvin waited. Winston was sitting in bed with his back propped up against the headboard with a bookin his hands that he wasn’t reading. Calvin was moving about the room pretending to clean when Lucky threw the door open, chest heaving.
“That was a cruel thing to do, Winnie.” Lucky stepped into the room and pulled his hoodie off over his head. He kicked his shoes aside, and then his head whipped over to Calvin.
He raked his gaze over Calvin as he stepped closer. “You. Look. Edible.”
Calvin tossed a coy look over his shoulder. “This old thing?”
Lucky whipped his shirt off over his head, baring his chest. “Did Winnie tell you what he said to me over text?” Lucky stalked over to Calvin and plastered himself against Calvin’s back. His gaze met Winston’s across the room as he brought his mouth closer to Calvin’s ear.
“He asked me if I could come home. He wanted to know if the two of us could make you come.”
“I—” Calvin started to say something but Lucky was quick to cover Calvin’s mouth with his hand.
“Let us experiment, Cal. Let us play with you.” Lucky dragged his other hand across Calvin’s stomach, then down lower, pressing against the bulge in his skirt. “You look so fucking hot.”
Lucky’s gaze broke away from Winston’s. He watched the way Lucky’s eyes fluttered shut. The tilt of Calvin’s head, then Lucky’s parted lips making contact with Calvin’s neck. “You can stop pretending to be reading, and get your evil ass over here, Winnie.”
Winston climbed off the bed, abandoned his book on the nightstand and joined them. Lucky’s hands roamed over Calvin’s chest, up and down, his fingers brushing against Calvin’s nipples. Calvin gasped and arched into Lucky’s touch.
“Get on your knees, Winnie.”
Winston went to his knees and slid his hands up Calvin’s legs. “Now what?” He asked Lucky.
“Now you get your mouth on him.”
Leaning forward, Winston pressed a kiss to Calvin’s knee. His thigh. The inside of his thigh. Not taking Calvin’s dick out was an exercise in torture, but he mouthed it through the thin fabric of the G-string instead.
Winston closed his eyes and focused on giving as much pleasure to Calvin as he could. He kept tormenting Calvin through the fabric, moving along every so often to kiss the crease of his thigh before moving back. Slowly, Winston slid his hands up Calvin’s legs. His fingertips danced upward and then captured the G-string. He dragged it down to Calvin’s knees where he left it.
Calvin’s fingers sank into Winston’s hair when he leaned in and took Calvin’s cock into his mouth. Winston let his saliva pool in his mouth and smooth the glide. Winston’s scalp tingled when Calvin’s grip increased. And then Calvin rocked forward, making Winston gag a little because of the unexpected motion.
“Sorry, Winnie. I didn’t think he’d be so surprised.”
It wasn’t until Lucky spoke that Winston realized he was on his knees behind Calvin, spreading his cheeks open so he could dive between.
Calvin gasped when Lucky returned to his task. Lucky had been given a mission, and it was clear from the sounds he was making that he was taking the task seriously.
Winston looked up at Calvin, who seemed to be enjoying himself. “Does that feel good?”
Calvin smiled down at him, his expression soft. He wore a slight smirk. “My skin is equipped with sensors that mimic the input your nerves send your brain. So, yes, it’s very pleasant.”
Lucky made a sound and pulled back. “High praise. Very pleasant. Sounds like I need to up my game.” Lucky stuck a finger in his mouth and got it wet, then pressed it againstCalvin’s hole. He paused, then peeked around Calvin’s leg to look at Winston. “He’s lubed.”
“We wanted to be ready for anything.”
“God, that’s hot.”
The sound of Lucky’s groan made Winston’s cock throb. Remembering his task, he brought his mouth back to Calvin’s cock and teased the head with the tip of his tongue.
Winston was determined to leave no trick untested when it came to sucking Calvin’s dick. He took him deep. He teased the head of his cock with his tongue, played with the slit. He was keenly aware of every move Calvin made. Every twitch of his fingers in Winston’s hair, every thrust forward. Every time he’d pull back to push his ass into Lucky’s face felt like a win.
Winston let Calvin’s cock slip free and focused his attention on Calvin’s balls. They were remarkably similar to the real thing. Fleshy and soft, they pulled tight to Calvin’s body during sex as though he were getting ready to blow.
After some minutes, Winston had to admit defeat. “My jaw is going to fall off if I keep this up.”
He leaned his forehead against Calvin’s leg and closed his eyes. Calvin raked his fingers through Winston’s hair.
