Page 98 of Game Over

“You gonna taste them babygirl?” Charlie asked, leaning my cock towards her like it was a piece of candy.

There was no response. Tara just leaned over and took my head into her mouth, falling down my length as far as Charlie’s hand would allow before coming back up. Fuck she felt so good I thought I might melt right into the bed. Turn to a puddle they would need to pour into a jar and carry home.

“There’s that lemon flavor,” she said, her tongue rolled out and a bit of my precum there. It only took a moment for her to go back, sucking down me easily, driving me mad.

The next time she backed away she popped me from her mouth and licked up my length. It wasn’t long before I felt another tongue on the other side. I shot up on my elbows to see Charlie right next to them, the two basically making out with my cock in between. Their mouths ran up either side, both gazing up at me as they did.

I was dead. That was the only reasonable explanation. It was too good otherwise.

My hand ran through each of their hair, a different texture to each. Tara’s was silky and had lots to grip onto. While Charlie’s was short, and definitely in need of some conditioner.

They pushed between my legs, spreading them so there was room for them each. Charlie moved to the top of me, sucking me down almost to the root. Tara had moved down, using her hand to raise my balls and take them in her mouth, sucking hard.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried. “Fuck I need to come.”

Charlie pulled off, though his fist came around me, the slick from their combined saliva lubing his motion. “What do you think, baby girl? Should we let them?”

She now pulled away, also just palming my balls. “I don’t know, do they deserve it yet?”

I grumbled my disapproval. “I thought today was supposed to be about me.”

Tara tutted, her tongue clicking disapprovingly against the top of her mouth. “Is that an attitude I’m hearing? We can’t have that.”

“No please,” I said quickly. “I’ll be good.” I haven’t bratted in a long time. It wasn’t something I typically did–only if the specific scene we were doing called for it. I was normally a fairly obedient submissive, but I guessed I was gonna find out what happened when I talked back.

Tara crawled over me, her slick cunt that was now almost all exposed with the way her bikini had fallen running across mylength briefly. She kissed me on the lips once before continuing up, until her hands were on the headboard and her cunt directly above my face.

“How about you make me come first, and then we’ll see if you deserve it.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Look who likes their punishment, such a good little slut,” Charlie said, before sinking back over my cock so slowly it was almost painful.

Tara stopped hovering and pressed her body weight down on me. I was suddenly in heaven. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to put her entire weight on me. I could barely breath and what a way to go this would be. I pressed my tongue to her clit, rolling it around. My hands gripped the back of her thighs, my nails digging into them, pressing into her squishiness. I loved it all.

A moan escaped me as Charlie continued sucking my length, the slow pace he kept not quite enough for me to come, but enough for me to stay right on the edge. I had no idea where he’d learned this. Charlie had never been one to savor anything. He took everything on head on and normally was one to just get it done. But apparently this was where he learned the patience he’d lacked our entire lives.

It didn’t take long for my legs to be spread wider and a finger, cold with lube, touched my behind. I gasped, almost choking on Tara, but god his finger was thick as he pushed down to the first knuckle.

Tara, hearing me begin to cough eased up, hovering way above me. “Color lemon drop.”

I took a deep breath, knowing this was my opportunity to recenter. “Green mistress.”

“Good boy.”

She sank back over me, pressing her pussy to my mouth once more. And Charlie continued adding, his full first finger breaching me more easily with a second soon added.

I was aching by the time Tara’s legs began to shake above me. She gave me the smallest amount of space to breath, but not much, and the lack of oxygen was making it even harder not to come.

“God I’m close,” Tara cried. “Don’t stop. I want to come all over your face.”

I wanted that too, though I couldn’t communicate that. I wanted nothing more than to taste her, knowing how sweet she always was.

She began grinding down on my face, and I let her lead, let her find her pleasure above me until she was reduced to a mess of moans and curses.

She was fully down on my face, stealing my breath completely, but I couldn’t care less.

“Make him come, Daddy,” Tara said.

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