Taylor had to admit, she couldn't blame Katy. Most boys were fun, but for her, there was nothing like Harlan. Or his eight inch cock, dripping honey as Katy pumped it up and down with her flying cunt. Taylor's eyes glittered as she watched. She stared at Katy, incensed, and Katy noticed, returning her gaze with adorable aplomb.
"God, I love fucking! There's nothing like feeling a nice hard cock in your juicy cunt, is there? And to have a big drink of a man's warm, creamy cum shooting down your throat... that's not so bad either!"
Taylor gritted her teeth. Katy was mocking her, teasing her for getting cum smeared on her pretty face while
she
got to enjoy her boyfriend's prick.
"We should share him!" Katy exclaimed, all wide-eyed innocence, like she was suggesting an arts and crafts project for a class of kindergarteners. "You know he'd love to get fucked by both of us at once! Especially with these tits I've got! You know men love big juicy tits like mine!"
Taylor stood there open-mouthed—insult being added to injury when a drop of cum ran over her upper lip and into her mouth. Fuck it. She had to do something about this and she
would not
give Katy the satisfaction of being the bad guy, blueballing her boyfriend instead of letting him cum in that slutty Katy Perry cunt.
"Harlan, let her ride your cock. I want to ride your mouth!"
Even through the delirium of plowing Katy—pumping away between her creamy thighs, making all of her voluptuous body jiggle with his thrusts—Harlan heard that. Taylor didn't think she could pretend it had more to do with her being his girlfriend than with it being two girls at once.
Harlan rolled onto his back, his cock still buried in Katy. He pulled her on top of him. She instantly loved the new position, moaning as she swayed on his lap, directing his shaft against her clit and rolling her ass wildly.
In her knee-high socks, her hound's-tooth skirt, Taylor marched her miles of legs up over Harlan's body. She lowered herself down to straddle his face, surrounding it with her supple thighs, then reaching under her skirt to pull her panties out of the way.
Taylor had a very sensitive clit. It was bigger than many's; just about every boy she had dated had told her so. And it got very stiff when she was turned on. It was what made her come a lot faster, sometimes a lot harder, than most women. Some of her girlfriends took what seemed like hours to come, but sometimes it only took four or five strokes from Harlan to get her off. She didn't know if that was entirely him or her oversized clit—probably a mix of both—but either way, Taylor was by no means a cold fish.
And Harlan was happy to indulge her; he'd better, after she'd allowed him to cock Katy Perry like he was doing. One big hand laid a smack on Taylor's firm little ass, jolting her into his face. The next thing she knew, his hot tongue was working into her sex.
She had to admit, Harlan was an expert, his tongue knowing just how to tickle and tease. Taylor moaned as his tongue pushed into her slit, his hand digging into her nicely sized buttocks. But only one. Taylor was used to having all of her creamy ass getting groped while he ate her out. She looked over her shoulder and saw his other hand up on Katy's chest, fingers squeezing those admittedly wonderful tits.
Then Katy smiled—not her usual, insouciant smirk. This one was looser, drunker, heady with all the pleasure Katy was getting out of the fuck. Taylor turned away from her—looking down into Harlan's eyes to see them glazed over with the same lust. She could ignore Katy, but she couldn't ignore the sound of her voice, moaning like a banshee, tuned to the rhythmic rock of the couch under them as it held all their fucking.
Taylor shut her eyes, pretending it was something else—just a porno she and Harlan had turned on to watch before making love—and with that fantasy going, she drank in the sound.
Taylor could tell from the porn star's cries it was a good, hard fuck, the kind she would only indulge Harlan with once in a while for fear he'd start thinking of her like a (filthy-minded cum dumpster) slattern. As Harlan's tongue raced in and out of her pussy, Taylor listened to the noises of that—other couple—envying them the crazed wildness of their sex. She loved being eaten out, obviously, but if there was some way she could be sure Harlan would keep thinking of her as his pure, pretty princess and still... still...
He let go of her ass. Taylor didn't need to look to know both hands were up on Katy's chest now, fondling those big whore tits of Katy's. She clasped the back of Harlan's neck tightly and pulled his face tight against her sex. His lips devoured her, tongue lapping at her, making Taylor squeal almost too hard to mind that Katy was enjoying herself just as much—maybe even more...
"Eat it! Eat it!" she rasped, and Harlan let out a passion-charged groan with his tongue soaking in her juices. "Eat it!" Taylor cried one last time, letting go of him so he could bob his head as he licked her. There was no place for her hands to go now, so she ran them through her long flaxen hair, pressing her own soft curls to her sweaty face. "Eat me like you love me!" she panted between piercing mewls as Harlan licked and sucked at her pussy.
