“Take it all,” Gunner said, pushing her down. “Come on.” I removed my pants while he worked his way into the back of her throat. My panties were wet, so I thought screw it and tossed them aside.
Dawn took his cock all the way down to his base. I don’t know how the girl managed it, but with some artful back-arching and a few deep breaths, she buried her nose in his pubic hair and moaned around his huge shaft. I watched with my mouth slightly agape as he gave a few experimental thrusts. She just took it like a pro, grunting with the effort but not choking or gagging at all. Gunner’s heated eyes found mine and we exchanged a look that said impressive.
“All right, baby, you win. I’m gonna fuck you first.”
I should have felt a little worried, but instead a fleeting stab of jealousy passed through me. Dawn kicked her panties away, and Gunner guided her into straddling his hips. His cock was already wet with saliva and she lowered herself onto it easily. “Slow, baby,” he growled as she eased down onto him. My core ached at the sight, and I couldn’t resist touching my wetness and spreading it across my folds as they began to move.
Gunner pinched my thigh, and I yelped. “You don’t get to watch,” he said, “Get that pussy over my face.” I obeyed with a grin. For all his faults, Gunner did thoroughly enjoy making a girl come, and he knew just how to do it. Gripping the headboard, I spread my knees to either side of his head and lowered myself, feeling deliciously exposed. He could see damn near everything at that angle, and Dawn wasn’t getting a bad view, herself. “You have such a perfect ass,” she said, briefly trailing her fingers across the smooth skin.
“And you have perfect tits,” I said over my shoulder as I adjusted my position, getting as close to Gunner’s mouth as I could without resting my weight on his face.
He thrust hard, making Dawn gasp. “You two can brush each other’s hair later. Shut the fuck up.” I could feel his breath hot against my pussy as he spoke. I wiggled with impatience, but he didn’t make me wait long. His tongue parted my nether lips in a long, slow lick, from bottom to top. My clit was swollen and sensitive, and when he flicked it with his tongue, I gasped.
He flattened the length of his tongue against my pussy and held still; I knew what he wanted. He liked to have me ride his face. The velvet friction against my sensitive folds was heavenly, and I rubbed against him like a cat. I couldn’t see what Dawn was up to behind me, but I could feel the bed shake and bounce with her movements, hear her soft moans just over my shoulder. Gunner himself remained still. “Which one of you can get yourself off faster?” he asked, his breath hot between my thighs.
“I can,” we both replied, and Dawn giggled.
Then his tongue returned. I ground my hips against him, careful not to press too hard and suffocate the poor guy, but seeking my pleasure a little rougher, a little harder. Dawn bounced with more enthusiasm now. I suspected she would beat me - she had his cock inside her, and was in a better position to play with herself. All I could do was rub against the wet heat of his tongue. It felt amazing but I doubted it would be enough to push me over the edge without him actively participating. The friction built the heat within me and I felt like I was soaking his chin with the fluids of my arousal, but though it was enough to make me pant and moan, I couldn’t take myself over the edge.
Dawn won. Her own pants came out in a staccato pattern as she shuddered behind me, her cries high and strained. Gunner withdrew his mouth and groaned himself, undoubtedly feeling her pulsing and contracting around his cock.
He swatted my ass. "You lost. Off." I moved away with a pout. Gripping Dawn's hips to take her with him, he slid higher on the bed so he was sitting up against the headboard. He nodded at me. "Play with yourself. Don't come."
"Bossy," I said, sticking out my bottom lip. I hoped that meant he was still planning on fucking me, too. Though if he left me hanging, it wouldn't be the first time.
He waited to make sure I obeyed, watching as I stretched out on my side and slid two fingers between my legs.
Then he wrapped both hands around Dawn's neck. Dawn's eyes went wide. She grasped his wrists reflexively, but as I knew from experience, it was like grasping iron bars and expecting them to move. She looked to me for reassurance but I was too busy plunging my fingers inside my tight and needy channel as the sight drove me a little wild.
I'd played this game with Gunner before, but I'd never seen him do it with someone else. Her eyes bugged out a little as he squeezed and thrust up into her.
Her whole body jerked.
"Be gentle, she's new," I whispered, watching the muscles in his arms bulge. I couldn't tell if he heard me - his eyes were locked on hers. He thrust again, and finally loosed his grip.