it
feeling we were weak as we trudged our way around the counter. Samara pressed herself up against me. Hands sliding up and down my naked chest, her warm breath exploding out across my spine. Little kisses or maybe just her lips brushing as she did not want to give an inch. I had my hands around Soap's waist, wanted to get tighter and closer. For Soap and for me but she growled against the cold walking like somebody would through deep snow.
The collapsed Barista was the first, Soap showing which co-worker she cared for more as her friend, staring at the yellow haired one on the counter but she would have to literally step over this one to get to the other. I could tell, could feel, that she almost wanted too. I think she felt both Samara and my urgency spike up, so before my fingers tightened into her tiny waist, she stopped.
"Rickee! Get up!"
It was nice to have an excuse to be a total perv. Soap pulling me against er, pulling my grip tighter onto herself. Up across her flat tummy, I ventured to one of her breasts on my own. She bent over to get the fallen Rickee. Just how human bodies were made found my erection wedged into those dark cheeks, seeing the even darker black hole that Samara had licked. I didn't try and go IN, I just slid along her crack. It was a sexier sight than sensation. My sausage between her black buns. She huffed thrusting back against me, as turned on by the idea of this as I was, getting as much pleasure as I slid along against her sensitive backdoor.
Luckily Rickee was curled up into the fetal position, I think she might have been laughing, but not in any sort of amusement. I say lucky because Soap could pull the apron strings, moaning and nodding at me sawing through her booty cheeks, against her sensitive and eager anus. She made quick work of the fallen girl's button up shirt. Opening it to reveal nice sized breasts stuffed away in a black bra. Also a belly, Rickee was on the curvy side. Not as big as Jessica, but she was much more attractive than my ex. A smile playing over Rickee's face, a real one, as Soap ran her dark hands over the pale skin, up from that soft winsome belly that Soap didn't judge at all, to the big breasts which made her pout because both other pairs (Samara's and Rickee's) were now in whole other leagues than her own.
Rickee came too a bit. Blinking up at the three of us. She smiled dreamily but there was pain and worry not far deep in her pretty sparkling eyes. A wave at Soap, as if she had no memory of working with her for the last couple hours. A blink of recognition at Samara. Then me, I don't think she remembered me at all, the guy who'd brought in a blonde and then one of their regulars all in one evening. She did smile a bit brighter, licked her lips like she was going to say something, then her eyes went to my dick.
"Why? Why can't I just be me?" The three of us standing snapping our heads to Yellow hair, she wasn't a blonde, she had dyed yellow locks underneath her black cap, the latter just barely clinging onto the former.
Rickee was still shivering from the emotional damage
it
and wrought. She was still dazed. With Gwen's cry Soap tried to pull her to her feet but she whimpered and shook her head. Not understanding. But the one thing she always did was lock back onto my cock, hungrily. The sight of it made her happy.
"I got this." I told them after making Samara take hold of Soap, shoving both ahead as I reached down for Rickee, whose hand was rubbing at my shin, as if she was planning to sneak hold of my dick.
There had been something more there with them than there was with Rickee. Maybe it was the time we'd spent together, it had felt like hours, even though I knew it couldn't be. Maybe it was some... natural connection. Either way as soon as Samara's hand left me, she'd let it trail out for me as long as possible, the gray void closed in much stronger than I'd felt it even just holding their hands. It must have been my magic. Whatever Jessica had done to me. Because without the USB connecting Samara and me, I think we would have been lost in that moment. I felt the thud hit Samara, through Samara I felt worse happen to Soap. I staggered, nearly collapsing, so cold! In my soul! So fucking cold!
"Everyone knows!" Rickee took it a lot worse than I did, maybe the time alone under the onslaught made her weaker to
it
, Samara had seemed the same way. I followed her as she sagged back to the tile. Mostly because I didn't have the strength to pick her up like I'd planned. "Everyone knows that I give all the boys blow-jobs. Sara! I'm sorry! You're the nicest neighbor and I sucked your husband's beautiful cock, so many times! So many times. I sucked my own brother's cock, whenever he wants it. I love it! I..." Got my cock stuffed into her mouth, she opened up for it. Seemed like all those blow-jobs made it instinctive. She purred around my length, which was coated in her co-worker's frothy quim. The pain and weakness at the attack going out of her face and eyes as her hands closed around my length. Blue eyes getting big at how big what she was dealing with was. Very showy she let it pop from her mouth, "Ooh! I love it!"
"Oh fuck yes you do!" Down on one knee over her face, holding onto a stainless steel shelf, I let my hands cruise across her tummy. Without shifting I was just able to reach her pants, get my fingertips teasingly under them. "But you aren't just going to be sucking dick today."
"You gonna fuck me mister?" Cute, on purpose, it was amazing! Amazing that if she sucked as many dicks as her anguished moment had let on, that no guys had fallen for her. Chubbiness was no excuse as she slid her small hands down my length, dragging what she knew was either her customer or co-worker's remnants all to the purple cap of my cock. Which she then went about licking. "No boys ever want to fuck me, but Ms. Pink needs it so bad!"
I had to get the pants undone as well as deal with the glorious sight of the Soap's "cream" being licked like Rickee was a kitten. It was VERY easy to imagine that she would do the same with my cum. She rubbed her round cheeks at my meat, a thousand percent happy just to do this. I kind of saw all those poor teenage boys and married guy(s?) points of just letting her do this. With a loud pop she made sure the last of Soap's lather was gone from me, then started on my balls. A big grin before she pulled one in, jacking me off with her small hands, purring with delight. It seemed a crime to stop her! A teenage guy would not have the willpower. A married guy? If the complaints of most of my male co-workers were to be believed, married guys didn't get BJs enough from their wives to turn one down.
"Yummy, yummy, yum!" So cute as she finished testicle washing and latched onto lapping at my shaft. Maybe guys got touchy feely as they got sucked, she didn't really react as I found my way into her open pants. Not until I went into her panties, then up inside her. Those blue eyes went big, her grip went tight on my dick, and she thrust herself up. Gasping, shocked, it was like nobody had done it for her. I cursed as she started humping at my hand, licking my length again. "You going to put this big dicky in there? Ms. Pink needs it so badly."
Somehow I got myself out of her hand and away from that mouth and tongue. The poor thing clearly thought she had done something wrong, her cuteness magnified the fear going over her face. I kissed her once I was close enough for it, tasting Soap's deliciousness on her lips as well as some sugary coffee drink Rickee must have been sipping on before the attack. She was struggling to breath, I understood that other guys had promised to fuck her but had just let her do her cock sucking thing. She couldn't seem to believe that I was actually concentrating on getting her pants off her, knowing it wasn't just to tease her. They were tight over her wide hips, full thighs, and I couldn't fully let her go so it was awkward getting them off.
It was an easier go with her panties, but still not easy considering how much contact we had to keep making or risk dying. Risk going
cold
. Her almost brown pubes were trimmed into a very triangular cat head shape, she mumbled something about it being for Halloween, embarrassed I think. But I thought it fucking hot! Adorable! Was already shoving her legs up and apart. Diving in because all the hair was above and clear of her labia, I could see how wet she was and I wanted to taste it.
"Oh my gosh mister!" Slapping the tile floor before grabbing at her tits through her bra. "Tongues feel so good! YOUR tongue feels soooo goooood!"
Letting my fingers play down her thick thighs I ate her, logically knowing not long ago I was eating another chubby young woman's pussy but this one was much much better than Jessica's. It wasn't because when she reached for my hair it wasn't to rip it out. Those fingers pawed through relishing the feel of somebody being down there. She even dug her heels into my back to draw herself up off the floor softly. I reached up over her kitty pubes, belly, and to those tits under the black bra. I barely had to lift the material away for them to fall out. Angled as she was, big as they were, and with her unable to lay still.
Rickee was wet as fuck! I lapped and lapped and there was more sweet she-shine for me to have. Attaching to her clitoris and wiggling my face back and forth, I felt little hits of the stuff coming out of her and hitting my chin. Whatever had happened to Soap, Samara, and me was happening with Rickee and I, but much weaker. Instead of really feeling what she wanted, what her thoughts were, we just reacted to each other. She rocked herself upward as soon as I wanted to lick her pink hole clean, shoving my tongue in there as far as I could. (Randomly thinking that it might be the one thing about me that was actually me. Tongue and eyes, everything else magically replaced.) There was also the way that I reached up, without even knowing why. She instantly grabbed my hand, to start sinfully sucking on the fingers.
"Oh mister!" How many orgasms had I given today? I could feel her building to it. Not necessarily through whatever was happening but by how she moaned, how she thrust up at my face. Rickee sucked lewdly on my fingers, taking turns with each like they were each a cock that she
needed
to take care of. Her words slurred by having one in her mouth "Mish... Mish... MISHTER!"
And she came. A wash of wetness to bathe my tongue and chin. I drank happily, feeling like I was guzzling cold water on a hot day. Even though there were just spoonfuls of the stuff and not gulps, it was still amazing. Refreshing. I was very prepared to stay down there forever, or at least have another go. Yet started to move up her body, just before she was pulling me upward. Until we were eye to eye. Or more importantly to her, mouth to mouth. She lapped at herself on my face as she had lapped at Soap on my dick, gasping and happy to clean the girl-goo away.
"That was so gooooood! I'll suck your big fat dick anytime! Anytime, forever and whenever!"
"It's Westley not mister." Feeling like my mom did, old, when people called her ma'am.
"Westley Crusher! OooOOooh!" Which got me kissed HARD.
I didn't shoot back a denial or speak the normal response I had to distance myself from that character. Not hating the show, actor, or character. Just hated that countless people referenced it when they heard my name. Most thinking it would be the first time I'd heard it, asking me if I got it. I didn't because I was battling tongues with Rickee, her body wrapped all around me. There was something that said she'd never been kissed so good, post orgasm maybe, but probably guys kissed her just long enough to get her to get their dick in her mouth. Probably didn't help that she was so eager for cocks in her mouth that she jumped on the first hint the guys gave to suck them.
In the back of my head I'd been aware of the heat coming through the USB, feeding back through it too. Samara, Soap, and Yellow Haired Gwen feeding Rickee and me, and vice versa. It wasn't just Rickee and I in a world of fog. There on the counter Soap and Samara were delivering another blow to our attacker. The tattooed Gwen had her shirt ripped open, black camo bra pulled down to expose her breasts. Each one pierced with a silver stud, Soap playing with one while she and the hipster goth girl made out. Samara was reaching up for the other, toying with it, watching the make-out action above her as she studiously ate the pussy of the woman with one leg thrown over her shoulder. Soap's other hand on the back of Samara's head as if she was somehow pleasuring her friend and co-worker by 'holding' the Latina there.
