[Part 3] I [18F] was invited to a house that turned out to basically be a sex club… as a virgin Christian girl… and experienced a night of firsts that changed me forever!

Kristeena’s tenderness caught me off guard, she untied Wyatt’s hoodie from my waist and draped it over his scarred back, her movements slow and intentional, as if she were covering something sacred to her.

I remembered thinking just how surprised I was by how nice she was being, she was nothing like I read in Tabitha’s story.

Becca, who had been gently running her fingers through his hair, looked up at me with eyes that told me she understood.

She saw the tears I was trying to hide, the emotion I was struggling to control. In that moment, we shared a silent understanding- like a connection made from the raw, unspoken words between us.

A woman’s laughter caught my attention as she playfully crawled away from a man whose eager hands were already pulling at her pants. “No, no, no,” she teased, her voice a husky whisper, but the grin spreading across her face told a different story.

He quickly stripped her pants off, tossing them aside with urgency, leaving her in nothing but a tiny white thong that barely covered anything. His cock was rock hard and standing at full attention, ready for action.

With a hungry growl, he pounced on her, his hand clasping over her mouth as he mock-apologized to the room, “Sorry, everyone, she’s contained now.” His fingers slipped under her thong, pulling it aside, and with one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried his entire length inside her. She let out a muffled squeal into his hand, her eyes flashing with a mix of shock and intense pleasure. She giggled and moaned, pulling his hand down as she laughed breathlessly, “Somebody help me!”

A man stood up, his eyes burning with raw desire. “I’ll help you, baby,” he said, his voice a deep rumble as he slowly peeled off his pants, revealing his own throbbing hardness. He approached her, and she playfully protested, “Ohhh nooo,” even as her body arched towards him, knowing she was about to be taken by two hungry cocks.

The first man, still buried deep inside her, chuckled darkly. “You still want to call for help?” he teased, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm.

“No sir, no sir,” she moaned, her voice a pleading whisper as he rammed into her again, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

The new man crouched down, gently slapping her forehead with his cock before sliding it into her eager, waiting mouth. She squealed around his length, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he began to fuck her mouth in sync with the other man’s relentless pounding. Their moans filled the room, a symphony of raw, unbridled desire, mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy and throat being fucked senseless.

Omg.. this is too much

Kristeena could sense my vulnerability.

When our eyes met, hers went wide, like she’d been waiting for that crack in my armor.

She moved over me in one smooth motion, her body warm and grounding as she straddled me, pinning me to the floor. Her bare, heavy breasts pressed against mine as she leaned in, her breath brushing my lips.

I pulled away instinctively, the weight of my emotions still too fresh, too raw. I honestly expected her to be upset, but she just smiled that wicked smile, Her eyes flickered with something wild- part teasing, part ravenous.

Uh oh.

The song playing in the background was a cover of Michael Jackson’s “Dirty Diana.” The beat filled the room, setting a seductive mood that was impossible to ignore. As she mouthed the lyrics, her eyes bore into mine with a heat that honestly left me scared… and slightly aroused.

“That’s okay,” she mouthed, her eyes burning into me- like she’d known I’d hesitate, and forgave me before I even pulled away.

“Hey baby, do what you want. I’ll be your night lovin’ thing. I’ll be the freak you can taunt.”

Her lips moved slowly and deliberately, each word a challenge that dared me to stop resisting.

“And I don’t care what you say, I want to go too far.”

With every line, she drew closer, her body moving like a slow, hypnotic wave… so teasing and seductive. Her breath brushed my skin, she was so warm and intoxicating, and God she smelled so good… I was completely captive to her.

Softly, her voice dropped into a low, sultry purr as she whispered,

“I’ll be your everything if you make me a star…”

She was just inches from my mouth, her breath warm and slow… she was teasing me with every breath.

I still remember how my pulse was roaring in my ears, every nerve alive with the electric charge of anticipation crackling between us…

She put her lips on mine so softly that I was scared she wouldn’t let me feel the full weight of them. So…

I kissed her back.

I was under her spell…Her lips closed over mine, and suddenly the world shifted. My body gave in, hungry for more of her softness. God, those lips

I could feel her incredibly long tongue slip in between my lips, exploring my mouth.

My eyes snapped open in shock, and hers followed, slow and deliberate, locking onto mine with a look of pure satisfaction. She laughed softly, a wicked, amused sound in response to the look on my face.

My head was pinned to the floor, completely at her mercy, her hands cupping my face, holding me in place, I was her little captive. I couldn’t move, she was dominating me, consuming me as her long tongue filled my mouth.

I could even hear the wet sounds of her tongue exploring every inch, tasting, conquering, claiming me as her own.

The taste of her was intoxicating, she tasted so sweet and amazing. I could feel her power, her control, as she used my mouth for her pleasure, her tongue moving in and out, deeper and deeper, each stroke stealing the air from my lungs, replacing it with a desperate need to breathe.

She moaned softly as she played with my tongue. Giggling at me when I whimpered.

I was her toy, her plaything, and she was enjoying every second of it. The realization sent a wave of fear and submission coursing through my veins, turning me on despite my helplessness. I could feel the wetness of her tongue, the heat of her breath, the intensity of her gaze as she looked down at me, owning me, controlling me, dominating me completely.

After she was satisfied she finally pulled away, my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to breathe.

I didn’t want to be gay; I didn’t think I was. But that kiss… wow. Am I going to Hell…

My mind was spiraling, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that were crashing over me.

Molly, you’re a Christian… a virgin. What are you doing? The thought raced through my mind, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as my body betrayed every rule I’d ever lived by.

Jeanluc, I guess sensing my turmoil, started rubbing my shoulder, his touch grounding and comforting. He knew I needed it, and I was grateful for his silent support.

Kristeena and Jeanluc started exchanging smirks and heated glances, their voices low and intimate as they whispered and giggled right over me. I was still pinned beneath Kristeena, her body straddling mine, holding me in place with an effortless dominance.

I felt like a plaything, a little toy they were sharing between themselves. They talked about me as if I wasn’t even there.

I looked over to my right, seeing Wyatt, unmoved by the chaos around him. And Becca- sweet, strange Becca- was nuzzled up next to Wyatt like a puppy, nuzzling at his neck and chest, trying to coax him into getting up.

“Please,” Becca whispered, her voice a soft pleading.

After multiple persistent tries, Wyatt finally rolled over, slowly revealing the full view of his body. Making my heart ache…

His skin was a map of pain, a testament to the suffering he had endured. His chest and belly were marred by what looked like deep, brutal cuts, as if someone had taken the sharpest nails possible and sliced down his body over and over again, even after the nails had broken and become jagged. My heart ached for him.

Becca giggled and hugged him tightly, her voice filled with joy as she exclaimed, “Yayyy!”

Her innocence and happiness were a sharp contrast to the raw emotion I felt in that moment. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at her ability to find joy in such a heavy atmosphere.

My eyes welled up, the emotion surging through me too intense to contain. Kristeena, still straddling me, her legs locked tightly around my body, leaned down without a moment’s hesitation. Her lips, soft and gentle, brushed against my cheek, kissing away the couple tears that streamed down my face.

I could feel the wetness of her tongue as she tasted my tears, her lips moving with a purpose that was both tender and possessive. She marked me, claimed me with each kiss, her tongue flicking out to savor the saltiness of my emotion.

It wasn’t calming me down; if anything, it was making a mess of my face, my tears mixing with her saliva, but she was unyielding.

She’s so mean

She finally did wipe away my tears before pressing her soft lips to my cheek again, finally being nice. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Those scars on him, most of them came from his mother,”

That was it. I lost it completely. I was crying uncontrollably, hiccuping like a dang child, the emotion became too much to bear.

Kristeena immediately stopped straddling me, her playful demeanor shifting to one of comfort and care. She laid down on top of me, her body warm and comforting, her lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulders as she took my hand in hers, helping me breathe through the storm of emotions.

“Shh, it’s okay, Molly. He’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soothing and calm, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. Her touch was gentle, her presence grounding, as she helped me ride out the wave of sorrow and shock. All these feelings, overwhelming and raw, threatened to consume me, but Kristeena’s presence actually kept me anchored.

When I finally calmed down, I didn’t want to look at Wyatt, afraid that he’d see the traces of my tears and know the extent of my vulnerability. I felt so exposed, so raw, and I just wanted to hide. Kristeena, sensing my need, stayed lying on me, her body a shield, a comfort, her warmth seeping into me, calming me.

But just as I was about to be okay, Kristeena slowly slid her hand under my shirt, her touch smooth and confident as she caressed my skin. She leaned in to kiss my neck, but I pulled back instinctively.

That kiss earlier was… something.. but now I felt too much, too raw, too exposed.

I think… I think Jeanluc and Kristeena were trying to fuck me. The realization made me shake with nerves. I wasn’t ready for that.

Kristeena tried to make light of it, reaching for me again, but Wyatt grabbed her wrist, stopping her silently. He just shook his head, his expression serious and unyielding.

Kristeena rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at his interference, and rolled off me. She crawled over to Jeanluc, kissing him deeply and pushing him to his back.

Their passion was immediate and intense, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both familiar and foreign to me. It’s like they had been holding it in, and now it had reached a boiling point, Kristeena and him were no longer just kissing or touching- they were devouring each other, their bodies moving with a ferocity that was almost violent.

Wyatt grabbed my hand, his touch felt so warm and inviting, and pulled me close to him and Becca. We laid there together, their bodies warm and comforting, a sharp contrast to the cold, exposed feeling I had moments before.

I felt life coming back into me, their presence grounding me, pulling me out of the darkness I hadn’t even realized I was in.

I laid on Becca’s tummy, feeling the rise and fall of her breath, while she lay on Wyatt’s chest, her body relaxed and trusting. She pulled a blanket over us, creating a cozy haven that blocked out the world, leaving just the three of us in our little sanctuary.

Hehe Becca’s stomach was gurgling

Becca’s hand found mine, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on my skin. I took a deep breath, their scents mixing, I felt so safe and warm. I was no longer just a plaything, but a part of something deeper, and it felt incredible.

“This is so nice,” I said quietly, like I was afraid speaking it too loud might break the spell.

“You’re always safe with us, Molly,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “We’ve got you.”

A wet sound caught my attention

Oh lord here we go

I looked up to see Kristeena on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she blew Jeanluc. Her little pussy was on full display, glistening with arousal, as she faced away from us.

Her head was bobbing as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat, her eyes watering slightly as she sucked him eagerly, the obscene slurping sounds filling the air. Mixed with the sounds of the other girls pussy and throat still being ravaged. The sight and sounds were incredibly erotic, and I could feel my own arousal building just from watching, my pussy was throbbing.

I could see now that all across the room hands gripped and pulled, and mouths were kissing and biting.

Some were on their knees, taking and giving, their movements desperate and needy.

Others were standing, their bodies pressed tightly together, hands exploring, mouths devouring, their pleasure audible and raw, moans escaping from lips that were otherwise occupied.

I saw one girl that stood out in particular, she was standing, sandwiched between two men, each taking their pleasure from her.

The man in front was kissing her deeply, his tongue filling her mouth with a wild hunger. His hands were gripping her hips, pulling her tightly against him as he thrust his long cock in her while standing in front of her…

I didn’t even know people could have sex like that…

The man behind her was just as excited, his hands roaming her body, gripping and squeezing her tits as he thrust into her from behind.

She was so full, completely filled by both of them, her body taking every inch they offered. For a second thought I could see her belly budge here and there as they fucked her.

Ouch

The room was thick with the sounds of their pleasure- moans, gasps, and the wet, slapping sounds of bodies moving together.

My nervousness rising, I pulled out my phone, trying to distract myself from the sexual chaos unfolding around me.

2 AM

I opened my notes app again, writing down the lyrics I was hearing from the speakers:

“This world’s not for us

It’s not what it seems

You’ll learn to love how to dream,

I can teach you to dream…”

We’ll find our love in the sky…”

The lyrics echoed through the room, adding to the surreal and intensely erotic atmosphere. I could feel the vibration of Becca’s chest as she spoke softly to Wyatt, his voice a low rumble.

I looked up again, unable to resist the spectacle before me.

Kristeena slid her tongue down Jeanluc’s cock, starting from the sensitive tip and licking all the way down to his balls. She took her time, swirling her tongue around his shaft, tasting every vein, every ridge, every inch of him.

She took his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, rolling them in her mouth before releasing them with a pop. She licked her way back up to the tip, her eyes locked onto his, gauging his reaction, loving the power she had over him.

She stood up, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, and straddled Jeanluc, positioning herself above his cock. She took his length in her hand, guiding it to her entrance, and slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she lowered herself onto him.

Her moans we’re so sexy

Her pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness. Jeanluc’s cock disappeared inside her, her pussy swallowing him whole. Kristeena’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent moan as she took all of him, her body shuddering with pleasure.

The sight was incredibly erotic, a visual feast that had me so turned on… I could see her pussy stretching and clenching around his cock, her juices coating his length as he slowly moved in and out of her.

The drugs, the music, all this sex… it was so intoxicating. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs, my clit throbbing with a desperate need for release.

Kristeena began to ride Jeanluc, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, her body undulating like a wave. She leaned back, placing her hands on his chest for leverage, giving him a better view of her bouncing breasts. Jeanluc’s hands gripped her hips, as he sucked her nipples, his fingers digging into her, guiding her movements, slamming her down onto his cock with increasing force.

I couldn’t help it; I put my hand under the blanket, under my shorts and panties, and was surprised at how wet I was. I was so slippery that my fingers eagerly slid into my pussy before I even realized what I was doing. I started rubbing my clit, my fingers moving in circles, matching the rhythm of Kristeena’s hips as she rode him. The way her pussy was stretching to fit him in… ohhh

fuck, don’t cum Molly.

Then I heard a giggle behind me.

Oh God please no…

Becca had noticed me.

Fuck.

She slowly got off Wyatt and went under the covers, crawling towards me like a giggling shark in the water. I could feel her moving beside me, and not knowing what to do, I froze with my hand on my pussy.

I felt Becca’s lips kiss my belly, her breath hot on my skin. She kept crawling and kissing lower and lower, her hands pushing my shirt up to expose more of my skin. I took my hand off my pussy and tried to stop her, but she grabbed my hand before I could.

She put my wet, dripping fingers into her mouth, licking between them and sucking them clean, drinking me down. Her tongue swirled around my fingers, tasting me, and I could feel the heat building between my legs.

Fuckkkkk Becca, I whimpered, don’t do this to me

Her other hand reached up and slowly began to rub my soaked pussy through my shorts.

God, why is this so hot…

My mind was racing, my body trembling with nerves. Wyatt rolled over to face me, and a wave of embarrassment flushed over me, but he sat up, looking down at me, his eyes sharp and intense, like I was his prey. I was frozen in his gaze, unable to move or look away.

He lowered his face to mine, and I thought he was trying to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him too, so I ended up kissing his cheek as he buried his face in my neck.

I giggled at my own embarrassment and because his kisses tickled. I began softly kicking my legs, laughing at the nerves and how ticklish I was.

Then I felt Becca pulling my shorts and panties to the side, exposing me completely. She buried her head between my legs, her tongue finding my clit and circling it slowly.

“Ahhhh! Ahhh!” I screamed, the sensation overwhelming, my pussy was so sensitive.

Wyatt put his hands lightly on my throat to tell me I was being too loud, but I couldn’t help it! He just kept kissing my neck, licking up to my ear. I just couldn’t help but whimper.

My whimpering only got worse as I felt Becca slide her tongue around and slowly up and down my bare pussy in long, deliberate strokes. She took her time, exploring every inch of me, tasting me, learning my body.

I put my hands over my face in pure fucking embarrassment, I just couldn’t believe this was happening! My legs were flailing around Becca’s head, and I felt her put her arms around my legs to keep them steady.

“Ohhh God,” I moaned, my body shaking with sensitivity. Wyatt pulled away from my neck and kissed me, his lips firm and demanding. I opened my mouth to moan, and as soon as I did, he slid his tongue deep into my mouth, exploring me like it belonged to him.

I liked feeling like I belonged to him

His kiss was hungry and passionate. Meanwhile, Becca was exploring my pussy with her tongue, her fingers joining in, sliding in and out of me, curling up to hit that sweet spot that made me see stars.

The combination of Wyatt’s and Becca’s tongue and her eager fingers had me absolutely losing my mind with pleasure. I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my body shaking and trembling as I chased my orgasm.

The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet sounds of Becca’s tongue and fingers, the moans and gasps escaping my lips, and the low humming coming from Wyatt’s throat. It pushed me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me, leaving me a trembling, satisfied mess.

Becca’s tongue was thick and strong, much fatter than I had imagined. She licked up and down my soaking pussy with deliberate, slow strokes, coating her tongue with my juices before sliding it inside me, pushing as deep as she could go.

“Becccaaaaa” I tried to whimper. “Ahhhh mmmhm”

I couldn’t get much out since Wyatt’s tongue was in my mouth. I could feel him smile then laugh at my attempts to speak.

Becca didn’t care; if anything, she just buried her face into me harder when she heard me. I could feel every little part of her mouth, every ridge of her tongue as she explored my depths, curling it upwards to hit that sensitive spot that made my eyes roll back.

Her hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as she feasted on me, her moans and soft giggling vibrating against my flesh, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

Wyatt’s tongue was equally relentless, exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched Becca’s. He tasted my moans, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, I loved it so much. I couldn’t help it; I sucked his tongue like I needed it. He tasted so divine

I loved the domination, the possession. His hands roamed my body, one on my throat, the other on my tummy, feeling the convulsions of my orgasm rippling through me.

I came so hard that my back arched off the floor, my body convulsing violently. Becca, sensing my impending loss of control, placed her hand firmly on my tummy to keep me steady, to keep me from bucking her off. She continued to lick and suck, her tongue never stopping, drawing out my orgasm until I thought I was going to fucking pass out.

Wyatt, feeling my body’s responses, let up on my mouth, giving me a chance to breathe. He laid his head on my shoulder, his hands continuing to roam, feeling the aftermath of my orgasm, the spasms that wracked my body. He could have grabbed my tits, but he didn’t. He seemed content to feel my convulsions, to experience the aftermath of what he and Becca had done to me.

Even when Becca emerged from under the covers, I was still quivering, my body sensitive and raw. She grinned at me, a wicked, satisfied grin, and I couldn’t help but smile back, a mix of embarrassment and sheer bliss spreading across my face.

“Wow!” I said, covering my face in embarrassment.

“…that felt incredible”

I started laughing, and she joined in, our laughter filling the room, raw and uninhibited. Becca snuggled close to me, laying her head on my tits, her hand finding Wyatt’s, their fingers intertwining across me.

I didn’t know what to say; my mind was a blur of sensations and emotions.

Becca broke the silence, her voice a soft, funny purr, “Your nipples are so hard.”

“Well it’s both of your faults!”

All three of us laughed at that, my laughter the hardest, still out of breath and trying to calm my racing heart. I raised my hands to meet theirs, our arms forming a tight, comforting knot.

The rain outside picked up, gentle at first, then harder, as if the sky was crying with us, mirroring the storm of emotions inside me.

The room felt charged- not just with lust, but with a haunting sadness, a strange sense of love and letting go of pain. It was overwhelming, and it felt strangely holy.

How do you explain that feeling without sounding weird? The feeling of being completely overwhelmed, of being taken to the brink and thrown over the edge, of being shared and possessed and loved all at once. It was a feeling that defied explanation, a feeling that could only be experienced, a feeling that will stay with me forever.

I forgot about the others in the room; I couldn’t hear Kristeena or Jeanluc anymore, and thinking I must’ve interrupted everything by cumming so hard… I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. Was I loud? Were people watching us?? Omg.

But Kristeena wasn’t quiet for long. She moved like a shadow, graceful and teasing. She crawled slowly over to Wyatt, slinking like a panther, until she was right next to him. He had just closed his eyes and looked so relaxed. She leaned in, wrapped her fingers around his throat, hard, and whispered in that sultry, hypnotic voice,

“Open…”

He opened his eyes.

“OPEN…” she commanded again, her voice a low, insistent growl.

He didn’t respond, so she leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his ear as she purred, “You listen to mommy.”

And he did. He slowly opened his mouth for her. Kristeena locked eyes with me, looking down at me with a grin that burned with intensity and dominance.

She slipped her long, velvety tongue deep into Wyatt’s mouth, a wave of jealousy washing over me. She made eye contact with me the whole time, dominant, powerful, knowing.

I could see a pill fall down her long tongue and into his mouth with that same kiss, just like what Tabitha had done to me earlier.

She took her time with him now, sticking out her tongue, which was much longer than mine, down into his mouth and surely into his throat. I thought I could see his throat moving as he swallowed the pill. Her tongue was a thing of beauty, a weapon of pleasure, and it was utterly mesmerizing.

And she never broke eye contact with me, as if saying he was hers, as if she was putting on a show just for me.

As if she had just watched the intimate moment he and I had and she was jealous. Before pulling her tongue out, she giggled and crawled back to the other side of the room with Jeanluc.

From somewhere else in the room, someone said, “Fuck, you are SO sexy, Kristeena.”

I still can’t get over how long her tongue was; it’s like, ingrained in my mind. I mean good lord.

I looked back towards Wyatt, and Becca locked eyes with me. Her expression had shifted from curious to concerned. She took her head off me and crawled over me to see Wyatt.

Ummm….

Her top was off, her little tits hanging over my head as she crawled, spreading her legs to knee-step over me. Her black thong hugged her little pussy right over my face as she passed over and lowered herself on Wyatt’s right side, putting him in the middle of us now.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

“Always” he said

She looked up at me from across him and gave me a little nod, like “Come here.” So I did. I crawled up beside him, my heart pounding as I saw all of his scars on his chest and neck up close. They were so deep, each one a testament to the devastating cruelty he had endured.

I didn’t want to cry again, but damn it, before I laid my head down on him… I kissed the deep scar that went down his shoulder.

Yeah. I just kissed it. I didn’t even think; I just needed to do it I guess

And then…

They started giggling. First Becca, then Kristeena, then Wyatt. They were laughing at me! I blushed hard and laughed too, even though I was mortified. Like- damn it! Let me be dramatic and sad in peace! lol

Becca then said the wildest thing, “Wyatt… I think this is the light you were talking about, wasn’t it?”

He didn’t answer. He just smirked and closed his eyes, breathing slow. She nodded, almost to herself. “I see what you mean, if so. I had never thought of it like that before.. but it is beautiful.”

lol what?

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I literally went to my notes to pretend to text again. The song that was playing at that moment was nice, so I wrote some lyrics out again:

“Baby I’ve got you, I got you

Until you’re used to my face,

and my mystery fades

I got you”

Fuck, how does everything fit so perfectly right now? It’s like it was made for this exact scenario. Are we somehow creating this perfect atmosphere with the lyrics, or was the song always meant for a night like this? I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. Huh? Idk.

Kristeena was responding to the music too; she started to crawl towards Wyatt again, with the same seductive slink as before. I glanced at Becca, and she honestly looked a little scared of Kristeena, but I could also see a little fire in her eyes.

Kristeena just kept crawling like a cat to him, slowly and quietly, but this time his eyes were open.

She went to slide her hand up his chest to choke him again, and he caught her by the throat first, choking her instead. Not too hard, not violent- just enough to stop her cold.

His hand wrapped around her throat with a kind of terrifying grace. She froze, both of her hands on his wrist, trying to breathe. Her tits bounced as she gasped.

Her expression sharpened into something fierce, almost delighted. Like this was a game she wanted to lose.

Becca broke the tension with a sudden, playful smack to one of Kristeena’s gigantic boobs, the sound echoing through the room like a rubber band snap. Kristeena yelped, more in surprise than pain, and all four of us erupted into laughter.

It was absurd, completely ridiculous, and absolutely hysterical. The seriousness of the moment shattered, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated laughter that left us gasping for air. I swear to God, it was the most hilarious thing at that moment, a perfect blend of the absurd and the erotic that had us just cracking up! lol

Becca just kept groping her tits as she lay on Wyatt’s right side, and with me on the left, well, that left boob was mine. And so, as I caressed her boob and pinched her nipple, she looked at me like, “Really? You get to do that to me, but I couldn’t to you earlier?”

I smiled at her predicament. She tried to say something, but Wyatt’s grip got tighter, choking her off. There was something so hot about the way he was choking her, and with Becca and me playing with her body. As if Kristeena was now our prisoner.

Becca hopped up and walked over behind her, Wyatt still holding her in place, and she grabbed Kristeena by her black hair and pulled, forcing Kristeena to look up at the ceiling. Becca leaned in and kissed her deeply.

Wyatt’s hand let go of her throat, and you could hear Kristeena breathing and moaning as Becca kissed her, her tongue sliding into her mouth, deep as it can go. I bet Kristeena could taste my pussy on Becca’s sweet tongue… 😉

Wyatt rolled over toward me and draped his massive arm around my waist again. Warm, heavy, safe. He said softly, clearly seeing my surprise,

“Look… she’s like a sneaky panther. She’ll sneak up on you. But if you see her coming, you can st-”

And that’s when Kristeena pounced on me, diving over Wyatt like a crazy cat. I could hear Becca giggling her little ass off.

Kristeena straddled my hips AGAIN, pinned my wrists to the floor, and leaned down nose-to-nose and purred, “Rarr.”

She was being so silly and intense at the same time. Then she kissed my nose.

“I can’t stop kissing you,” she said. “But I’m sorry I grabbed your boob without your permission earlier by the way… even though you just did it to me! What do you have to say for yourself?”

I blinked. “Uhhh. I accept your apology?” And smiled at her.

“Ohhh,” she smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “I see, so you’re just okay when my mouth is on you, hm? Well in that case…”

She bared her teeth, letting out a mock growl that was just so silly. Before I could react, she dove down and bit me on the boob, her teeth sinking in just enough to make me yelp in surprise and pain.

“Ow! Kristeena-” I started, but the words turned into a fit of laughter as I looked down at her, her mouth still lightly clamped onto my breast, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I loved the sound of all of us laughing together, the tension from earlier was completely forgotten. This was all just too ridiculous, too absurd and I loved it. <3