Page 83 of Tainted Kitten

“I’m so parched, Sy.” I lift my head, my mouth open, so he understands what I want.

Resting one hand above my head, Simon leans forward, pushing his cock between my lips. His moan is loud, and if Marcus and Shaun haven’t already woken up, then they must be dead because we aren’t being quiet anymore. The thought of them all watching excites me in a way that the Feast never has. Maybe they are enough for me. Maybe I’ll never need another sex party again.

As Simon pumps and thrusts, I work my lips over the head of his pretty cock, swirling my tongue to lap up the salty pre-cum goodness.

“Fuck, Cherry. Here it comes.” Simon grits out before his face contorts in pleasured pain, and hot rivers of cum spurt into my mouth. I moan and swallow his offering down, pulling him free to catch the last squirts on my tongue.

Panting and sweating, Simon relaxes back, releasing his cock, his eyes trained on my tongue as I show him his seed. Then I draw my tongue in and swallow the rest, extracting another moan from him.

“I could fuck that pretty mouth all night, Cherry.”

I grin. “I’m up for it if you are.”

Three other moans meet my ears, and I shift a little to see Shaun and Marcus are indeed watching. Shaun’s grin is shit-eating. He fucking loves this, the filthy fucker. I love him for that. Marcus, on the other hand, is frowning. I can’t read what sort of frown it is in this low light. Is it awhy would they do thatfrown, or awhy in the hell did I like that so muchfrown, or awhat the fuck am I doing with this whoretype of frown?

“Please tell me you’re up for more, Kitten?” Shaun asks, and I smile.

“Foreplay and oral only, but yes. Come here, Cass.”

Shaun doesn’t hesitate. He practically leaps from his sleeping bag and positions himself in between my legs.

“Move to the side Hastings and show her nipples some love,” Shaun instructs as he glides his fingers over my nub. I gasp, not ready for the contact, but I’m not protesting. Kitty wants more. So much more.

Simon moves back over to his side, and I glance at Garrett, who has shifted back toward the door of the tent, but he’s not making a move to flee… yet.

“Gar. Is this ok?” I ask softly, trying to ignore the way Shaun’s fingers are circling my clit, or how Simon’s tongue is flicking over my left nipple. “You wanna join?”

He grins. “Not tonight, baby girl. I’m just a bystander. Pretend I’m not here.”

“I doubt she’s gonna do that after seeing your monster cock, man.” Shaun chuckles, and my eyes flutter closed at the mental image of the cock that set me off earlier tonight. “Oh, she just got wetter. Yeah, she’s excited about your monster, dude.”

“Fuck.” Garrett hisses, and Simon moans around my nipple.

Suddenly, Shaun stops touching me, and I feel him moving.

“Hastings, back up. I want Kitten to turn around.” Shaun stands and moves over me, shifting to the back of the tent where he and Marcus were sleeping.

I sit up and let Shaun guide me around, realising he must want Marcus to have a more intimate view of Kitty. But then he urges me to roll on my tummy, and butterflies dance inside me in anticipation of what he’s going to do. I let Shaun guide me into position on my hands and knees, and then he gently pushes my face down, spreading my knees further apart, lifting my arse and drawing me back.

Well, Kitty, if you ever wanted me to mimic your arse in the air and tail wagging, then you just got your way.

Not only is Kitty exposed. But so is the pucker of my arse. If it weren’t for the fact that Shaun is the one navigating this, I’d be freaking out a little, or probably a lot, but this guy knows my body more intimately than most, and I trust him completely.

“You ok there, Kitten? Comfortable?”

“Yep,” I say, my voice muffled under all my hair as I rest my forehead on my braced arms.

“Good. I’m gonna make you come now.”

I’m about to sayhell yeahor something along those lines, but my gasp holds everything in as Shaun buries his face in between my arse cheeks. His tongue lashes out, gliding from my dripping cunt to my puckered back passage, prodding the forbidden entrance before repeating the motion.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Simon mutters, and Garrett agrees with a “Fuck yeah, it is.”

There’s no sound from Marcus. I can’t even be sure he’s still there, but I forget to care when Shaun presses two fingers to my clit and starts to work up friction. I push back into his face, desperate for more, and he works his tongue faster and firmer, his fingers picking up the pace.

“Yes. Cass. Fuck.” I can’t manage anything else, but he understands.

“You ready, Kitten?” He asks, and I try to nod, even though I’m not sure what I’m agreeing to.

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