For those who pay attention to such things: When Sarah is alone the story is in the past tense. When Claire and Sarah are together the story is in present tense.
Thanks to HaltWhoGoesThere for copy editing.
Impact of The Bull
Claire and I are all guilty smiles and stifled giggles as we exit the bathroom, disheveled and flush, braced for a razzing. She had been so loud, had screamed that she was cumming in my mouth. Naked at her feet, I'd moaned and licked at her cunt while she swore and cursed, and then cooed and sang. As she pulled me to my feet she told me how good I was, how much I pleased her, how much she loved me - her voice rising and falling to some unheard melody.
'What will Kip think?' I wonder as I follow Claire out the door, hiding behind her, but she stops short. I blink, looking past her.
We're alone.
Kip and the Bobs have abandoned the living room. The kitchen island is a sticky mess, littered with bottles and fruit rinds. The coffee table is a psychopharmacopeia of illicit substances. The stereo is making the quiet electric hum of nothing playing at full volume. From down the hall we can hear the men's voices, low rumbling moans and surprisingly high pitched grunts.
Claire gives me a pleading look.
"They only just started-" she says, clearly relieved when I laugh.
"We can't just-"
"Kip and Booby said we totally should..." she blurts.
"You asked them?"
"I'm... not sure how it came up," she claims guiltily.
"Claire!" I tease with mock outrage. She
smiles, she knows she's won.
Holding our sandals we creep down the hall towards the front door where our beach bags are piled to one side on the floor, and on the other is Kip's bedroom.
The bedroom door is open, but the guys are still out of sight around the corner. We can hear the voices clearer now. Kip is swearing. It's Bobby who is speaking...
"...suck that cock pig! I want you to swallow all that fucking cum!"
Holding my hand Claire leads the way. Her hand squeezes mine as she turns the corner, and pulls me forward to see.
Bobby and Robert are on the bed, Kip is standing. All day I had imagined Kip and Robert fucking Bobby - because Bobby is the youngest? Because Robert is a cop and Bobby works at a liberal nonprofit?
Whatever, that's not
at all
what's happening. The high pitch moaning is Robert, the State Trooper. He is on his hands and knees being fucked from behind by Bobby, the environmental activist, and has the journalist's cock down his throat... or at least it sounds like it is, the way he's gagging.
Mercifully, Kip is turned away from us and I can only see the side of Robert's head. But I am watching Kip's bare ass - which is thrusting viciously hard. My mouth goes wet and I swallow, not out of excitement, but with a Pavlovian response. I know exactly how it feels to be at the receiving end of that kind of throat pounding. I've given that blowjob too many times to count and can't help but feel a pang of empathy for Robert, and hope for his sake Kip is close.
"Fuck!" Bobby barks, and I look up to see he is glaring at Claire.
Bobby is furious.
I startle back in real horror, jerking at Claire's hand, but she holds me tight, pulling me to her.
"Mad-" is all I can manage to squeak, but Claire stops me, pulls me to her, brings her mouth to my ear.
"That's his fucking-face," she husks. Her whole body is radiating heat. I am looking past her at Bobby and I see it now, see the way his eyes glitter, the flush of pleasure.
"We're scaring Sarah!" Bobby laughs, he's looking at me now, eyes flashing. And as if excited by the audience, or just showing off, he starts fucking poor Robert even harder and faster. Robert's erection is long and thin, tapering to a surprisingly small head. It looks almost like a sharp horn. And because he's supporting himself on his hands, it is swinging free under his belly, bouncing to the rhythm of Bobby's pounding; faster and faster.
"Claire, I can't..."
Kip turns smiling, his body twisting with him, bringing Robert's mouth and Kip's cock into view.
"Oh my Jesus KIPPEN!" I cry involuntarily.
"You showed me yours, Sarah Beth..." Kip laughs, wagging his cock for us.
"I CANNOT!!!" I shout, trying to back up. Robert is looking at us now too, at me. Bobby seems to bury himself deep enough in his ass to make him gasp and then... laugh.
Jaws opening wide, in a monstrously big smile that looks like something out of a Miyazaki movie, Robert rears up on his knees, his long thin erection waving as if it's reaching for Kip. The small swollen head of his cock leaps and bobs spraying a jet of cum across the bed.
"ENNFUCKYES!" Robert bellows, making me jump straight up in the air.
"Ah putain!" Claire cries in delight, squeezing me tight. "J'hallucine!"