I ignored her words, flicking my tongue over to her other nipple, my fingers working the first one, making them a glistening cherry red instead of pale pink. I sensed John behind me, watching us.
“Doesn’t it make your pussy wet?” I pushed her back onto the bed and put my hands on her legs, one on each knee.
“Don’t talk like that,” she gasped as I parted her thighs, staring at the darkening wet spot in the crotch of her white silk panties. “It’s so… dirty…”
“Show me your cunt,” I demanded, and saw something give in her eyes at my words. She reached a hand down to pull her panties aside, exposing her smooth, slick lips. They were still swollen from my mouth, and I wanted to taste her again.
“Ohhhhh God,” she whispered when I traced up and down her slit and she shivered when I nudged her clit with my finger. ‘
“Doesn’t that feel good?” I rubbed the wet hood, back and forth, playing hide and seek with her clit.
“Yes!” She parted her legs a little further.
“Tell me,” I instructed, moving my mouth close, close enough that she could feel my breath, but not touching. “Tell me what you want.” She groaned, shaking her head. “It’s so naughty… so bad…”
“Mmm hmm,” I agreed. “But being bad feels soooo good, baby. Tell me.” Kelly’s eyes met mine and she glanced over my shoulder, and I knew she was looking at John. What was he thinking? I wondered again, but couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn to see.
She bit her lip, and then said the words, “Lick me… lick my hot, wet little cunt, Tara.”
I groaned, burying my face against her flesh, tasting the hot, musky juices as I pressed my tongue between her slit. She groaned, too, her eyes closing to slits as she
cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I tongued her clit. I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast, and then I felt his hands, moving over my behind, lifting my ass in the air.
Kelly’s hands were in my hair, pulling my tongue in deeper, so I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing, but I knew, even before I felt his cock pressing between my legs. There was no gentleness, no soft words, just the steel heat of him sliding into my wetness. His hands gripped my flesh and he groaned, shoving his hips against mine, as if he could find a place that was just a little deeper inside of me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kelly whispered, rocking against me. “I’m such a dirty girl, such a naughty slut… I love your fucking tongue shoved up my cunt!” The harshness of her words drove us both, my fingers moving in and out of her, John’s cock shoving deep into me from behind. We all rocked together, panting and moaning, working hard toward release. Kelly got there first, that little “oh, oh, oh!” giving me a momentary warning that she was close.
“Fuck, Tara!” She bucked up so hard I could barely keep my mouth on her. “I’m going to come all over your face, baby, are you ready?” I couldn’t do anything but make a noise in my throat, a deep, ready noise, urging her on. She was slick on my face, down my chin, rivers of her juices running down her ass onto the bedspread.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ohhh you make my pussy feel sooooo gooood!” Behind me, John growled, thrusting harder, and I spread some more, arching back against him.
“Fuck, yes! Now, now!” Her whole body stiffened as she came, and then let go into a quivering, undulating mass, the pointed ends of her heels digging deep into the mattress as she pressed her hips up.
“Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?” I wiped my face with the back of my hand and grinned up at her. Her eyes met mine, and then glanced behind me to John. He had slowed, but his cock was throbbing inside of me, and I squeezed it, making him gasp.
“Yes,” she agreed with a smile. “Sometimes a girl loves being a dirty little slut…
doesn’t she, John?”
I didn’t see what passed between them-I could only see Kelly’s eyes, the way she looked at him. But something was happening, I could sense it, feel it in my belly, in the way his hands moved over my ass as he pressed into me.
“I think it’s someone else’s turn, now.” Kelly slid off the bed and kissed me as she went. I groaned when John slipped out of me, and was amazed how fast Kelly was on him, pressing him to sit down on the bed and positioning us both between his legs.
“She tastes so good on your cock, John,” Kelly whispered and I watched, my heart pounding, as she started to lick my juices off the head of him. I had a momentary stab of jealousy (he’s mine!) as I watched her ease her mouth down around his shaft and saw his eyes close with the pleasure of it. But then, she looked at me, leaning his thick length in my direction.
“Come taste, baby,” she urged, and I couldn’t resist. We both licked at his cock, our tongues meeting again and again over the head. John groaned, and I felt his hand in my hair, saw his other hand in Kelly’s, and we both looked up at him as we fought gently over who got to suck him.
“Oh my God!” He groaned as Kelly took his whole length into her mouth, and I slid my tongue down to lick his balls. We did that for a while, trading places, until John groaned and pulled my mouth off of him, a thick band of saliva trailing from the tip of his cock to my lower lip.
“Wait,” he gasped, but Kelly had other ideas. She was pressing him down onto the bed, and I followed her lead, both of us crooking our thighs over his as we kicked our heels off, kissing his mouth, his neck, our hands working on the rest of his clothes, taking them off.
“You’ve both been… very bad,” John gasped as I pressed his cock with my hand, rubbing it up against his belly.
“Have we?” Kelly purred, flicking her tongue over his nipple. I saw his hand moving over her breast, cupping and kneading the heavy flesh.
I bit my lip, smiling over at her. “Bad enough for a spanking?” Her eyes lit up. “Oh no, not that bad!”
John’s hand was in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me, his tongue sending shivers down my spine. I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb, feeling his groan more than hearing it.
“Yes, that bad,” He sat up and rolled me onto my belly on the bed. I squealed, smiling over at Kelly as he turned her, too, so we were lying side by side. “Don’t move, either of you.”
Kelly’s breath was warm over my face and I touched my forehead to hers.
“What’s he doing?”
We could hear him moving around the room, but I didn’t strain to see. My whole body was tingling with anticipation and excitement.
“I think we’re going to get a—” Kelly’s yelp stopped her sentence as the belt came down, catching both of us at once. The sharp sting of the strap came again, this time a little lower across my behind.
“You’ve been very, very bad girls.” The third slap brought a red heat to my bottom, and I bit my lip, my eyes meeting Kelly’s wide ones.
“John!” I twisted to look at him, but his hand pressed my lower back, shoving me down onto the bed, and I moaned when his belt strap caught my upper thigh.
“You wanted to be a naughty slut, didn’t you?” he asked, and Kelly squealed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Did Kelly teach you how to be a bad girl, Tara?” I couldn’t tell if he was playing or being serious, and my bottom stung with a throbbing sort of heat.
“No!” I felt Kelly’s hand nudging mine, squeezing. “I learned that listening to your phone conversations.”
Kelly’s eyes flew open wide. The sound of the belt and, more importantly, its bite, stopped. John was breathing hard, and I dared to turn my head to look at him.
“You were listening?” His hand moved coolly over the redness of my ass. His face had changed from its initial shock. Now he was kind of half-smiling, his eyes moving the path his hand was tracing on my bottom. I noticed that his other hand was moving over Kelly’s rounded behind, too.