Victoria’s Secret Wish(47)

“Can’t have that sort of nasty kink in front of company, now can we?” she teased.

“Definitely not, even if said company just ejaculated on your pedicure.”

David cleared his throat. “Er. Sorry. I’ve never–” Using his shorts, he worked at cleaning up her feet.

“Great Christ, don’t apologize,” Britt said. “Nobody here is bothered by it. Are, we, love? Now let’s get you taken care of, shall we?” He helped her up to a sitting position, stood, and tossed her over his shoulder. “Come on, then, David. I think we owe her one. You go clean up and meet us in the hot tub, eh?”

Out by the tub, he set her down and proceeded to pull off her sundress. “No panties, Vic? Little wonder I thought I could smell you all day. Thought I’d die before you finally made a move.” He waded into the tub and beckoned for her to follow. “Careful now, love. Don’t go crazy rinsing. I want to taste you.” On his knees, he pulled her against his face, nuzzling her mons and burrowing with his cool, smooth tongue. “Ah, fuck.”

She arched toward him. This wouldn’t take long at all. His hands kneaded her ass. They might be done before–

David, pressing up against her back. Hot and smooth, with his lips and face along her neck.

Britt pulled them toward the edge, where he slouched on a bench in the water, and nudged her over him. “Sit on my face, so I can really get at you. There you go.”

With her feet braced wide, she relied on David for balance. He’d taken over massaging her ass, while Britt sucked and poked with his tongue, mumbling and growling down below. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so–oh! He’d latched onto her clit. Fuck.

David’s face bumped against her ass, and then he worked the back end with his mouth, lapping, rimming…

Everything went dark, and she squealed, shuddered. Her lungs clenched with the rest of her, and then she released, showering them in the process.

Her knees went weak while she gasped for air. Maybe she could sink down into the water and sit.

But the guys had other ideas. They held her up, Britt still licking at her front, and David nibbling on the inside of one leg. God, he was close to Britt’s face too. Everything started spinning again and she grabbed at Britt’s shoulders. He held her up while she came again, and she thought he said something, but she couldn’t hear what.

David moved away–she understood that much, but was too limp to protest. His body met hers from behind and, he pulled her a couple steps back, slid his cock into her. Oh, she was engorged, and he felt so fine, filling her to the max. She bent over to let him in deeper, and Britt reached up to kiss her. He totally smelled like her, tasted like her, which should have turned her off, but…she couldn’t forget coming all over him. And David. At once. She was too turned on to get turned off by something like that, especially with David inside her, about to rock her world again, and–

“Shit!” He pulled out. “No rubber. Sorry.”

Oh, hell. She’d forgotten too. What had gotten into them? “Go get one, then. And hurry,” she added, pinching his butt as he left. She tugged at Britt’s hand. “Take over ’til he gets back.”

He stood, pulled her against him, then bent his knees. “This what you want?”

She nodded and rubbed her face against his neck, as he slid into place. Bigger, tighter, all but too much in her swollen parts.

“Ah Vic, you’re so tight. Fuck.” He panted. “Fuck, I’d better go get a condom myself.”

“Don’t. Just do it.” David splashed back into the water. “Go for it, man. I’m okay with it.”

Britt resumed thrusting. Nobody had to tell him twice! He hit different parts than David did, sent her clutching, gasping against him, while he gripped her hard and pushed in for a, deep, pulsing thrust.

She was a hot, slippery mess for sure now, with Britt vacating and David sliding back in from behind. He gasped, nipped at the tendons in her shoulder. “Oh, yeah.” His hand moved around to front, where he must feel part of Britt leaking out of her, used it as lube to slip back and forth over her supersensitive clit and those other bare, slippery parts. She doubled over, wanting to squirm away from his hand, and at the same time wanting to capture it there forever. He moved his hand to her back, bringing slick fluids along, and rubbed around outside, pressed his knuckle right at the opening and held it there.

Britt sat at the edge watching her face, bracing her hands, while she came around David, milking him until he came again too, saying her name over and over.

She’d never tire of hearing that.