Chapter 370: The Offering 5

Lia laughed against her, a low, delighted sound, and the laugh turned into a long lick that dragged both their tongues over him at once.

Spit mixed between them and ran down the shaft. Sophia, watching from below, made a small broken sound.

Her hand tightened on his thigh.

"That wasn’t in the plan," Olivia said, unsteadily. Her lips were still close enough that the words moved against Lia’s.

"Did you hate it?" Lia asked. She licked again, slower, and the tip of her tongue touched Olivia’s on the way past.

Olivia did not answer. Her ears were red. "Don’t do it again."

She stayed where she was for another second before she pulled back, and when she did, a string of spit connected her lower lip to Lia’s for a moment before it broke.

After that the count fell apart. Sophia kept saying numbers and nobody followed them.

The three of them crowded in, shoulders knocking, mouths bumping, hands overlapping on his shaft. Spit ran down onto the black and pink and green at their chests and darkened the mesh over their breasts.

Olivia’s nipples showed hard through the cream and the green every time she lifted her head for air.

Lia’s tits hung heavy in the black when she bent, the green bra doing almost nothing to hold them.

Sophia’s breasts pressed tight against her ribs under the pink. Between their legs every stocking had gone dark, and nobody mentioned it.

The smell of them mixed with the salt of him until the air felt thick.

Lor looked down at the whole picture.

Olivia knelt between his knees at the edge of the bed with her mouth on the head of his cock.

Sophia had one hand around the base.

Lia was on his right, bent over his hip with her lips on the shaft, and that left her full ass turned toward him and lifted in the air.

The black mesh was stretched tight across it.

The deep green panties showed through, dark with wet and pulled into the cleft, sunk between her lips. Each time her head moved, her hips rolled with it.

He could see the exact shape of her through two thin layers.

A thin line of spit ran from the corner of her mouth and down onto his skin.

He put both hands on her ass.

Lia’s hips jerked. Her mouth came off him with a wet sound. "Lor?"

He did not answer.

He pulled her back by the hips towards his face, and she came with him, scrambling onto the quilt on her hands and knees.

She ended up over his chest, facing his cock, with her ass above his face. She yelped. The black stocking rode up her thighs and stayed there.

He hooked two fingers into the black mesh over her crotch and pulled.

rrrrrip!

The weave gave with a dry rip.

He pushed the green panties aside with his thumb and put his mouth on her.

Lia made a sound she had not planned to make. It came out high and short and then turned into a longer breath against his thigh.

Her hips dropped. The torn mesh hung open.

"What is he doing?" Olivia asked. She had pulled back from the head, and her lips were wet.

Spit shone on her chin. She was still kneeling on the floor between his knees.

"Lor," Sophia said. "Lia?"

He spoke into Lia, so it came out muffled. "Returning the favour."

Nobody argued. Lia’s thighs shook on either side of his head. For a few seconds she said nothing, and then she let out a breath.

"Okay," she said. "Okay. Don’t stop."

She pushed back against his mouth and ground down harder. One of her hands found the base of his cock and held on.

The black mesh over her ass was torn open now, and every time she rocked, the torn edge scraped against his nose.

She rolled her hips in small circles and swore under her breath when his tongue flattened and dragged slow from her entrance up to her clit.

He took his time.

He licked her flat and slow, from the entrance up to the swollen point of her clit, and then back down again.

She tasted of salt and sweat and the dark green cloth.

When he circled the clit with the tip of his tongue, her whole body jumped. When he closed his lips around it and sucked, she dropped her forehead onto his thigh and swore into his skin.

Her freckled shoulders tensed.

The green bra under the black mesh had slipped, and one breast hung free enough that the nipple dragged against the quilt every time she moved.

"There," she said. "Right there. Fuck."

Sophia had gone quiet.

She was still licking him, her tongue moving along the underside, but she was watching Lia’s hips rock over his face. She watched for a long time.

Then, without saying anything, she let go of him and climbed onto the bed.

She knelt on his left, on the other side of Lia, beside his head.

She turned so she faced his feet, as Lia did, and lowered her hips toward him until the pink mesh hung a hand’s width from his face.

Then she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth again. The pink stocking between her thighs was wet enough that it clung to the white panties underneath and outlined them completely.

She did not look at anyone when she did it.

Lor understood. He reached out with his left hand.

He found her through the pink and the white underneath, both soaked, and rubbed her through them in slow circles.

Her mouth stopped on his cock. She pushed her hips back into his hand without making a sound.

He found the edge of the white panties and slid two fingers under it, and her breath hitched against him.

The pink mesh bunched under his knuckles.

She was wet enough that his fingers sank in easily. He curled them once, slow, and felt her clench around them.

She made a small sound around his cock and then went back to sucking, quieter than before, her tongue moving in the same rhythm as his fingers.

Olivia was still kneeling on the floor between his knees.