Chapter 372: The offering 7

Nobody had said stop.

She swallowed what was left. She pulled back, wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, and sat on her heels with her hand still tucked between her legs.

She did not look at anyone.

She could feel how wet she was. She could feel the heat of his cum still on her tongue.

On the bed, nothing had stopped.

Sophia had not let go of him.

She was still stroking his cock with slow, light passes of her hand, easing him down, and Lor, with his face between her thighs, was still licking her through her aftershocks. Every time his tongue touched her she jumped and pushed back into it anyway.

The pink mesh over her ass was pulled tight. She made small, quiet sounds each time he licked her, and her fingers kept moving on him even though he was softening.

Lia watched this for a few seconds. Then she slid down the bed on her stomach, bumped Sophia’s hand aside, and took his cock into her mouth.

He was still sensitive. He groaned against Sophia.

Lia sucked, slow and wet, and her other hand cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her palm.

The black mesh over her chest dragged against his thigh. The nipple from the breast which escaped the bra was hard and dark against the quilt. She pulled off just long enough to speak, spit and the last of his cum shining on her lower lip.

"You’re still hard," she said around him.

He could not answer her.

Olivia sat on the floor with her back against the side of the bed, panting.

She watched the three of them.

Sophia’s hips rocking on Lor’s mouth. Lia’s head moving at his cock.

His hands gripping both of them.

The torn black mesh on Lia’s ass. The pink stocking bunched around Sophia’s hips.

Her hand was still tucked between her legs, and she finally noticed it, and she took it away.

It had been good. It had been very good.

It had also been over in a few seconds, and she was still wound tight from her scalp to her knees.

The other two had each been given something to hold onto. She had been given a mouthful and a quick shudder, and the shudder had only made it clearer how much was missing.

She knew what was missing, which was the difficult part.

Lia and Sophia were guessing.

She was not.

Olivia got to her feet. Her knees were stiff from the floorboards, and she did not hide it. She pulled the green mesh straight at her hip and said, "Move."

Lia did not take her mouth off him.

"Lia, move" Olivia said louder.

She pulled off with a wet sound. "No."

"You’ve had your turns."

"I haven’t finished."

Sophia lifted her cheek from Lor’s thigh. Her twin tails were stuck to her neck, and her voice came out thin. "We can’t stop. If we stop, the Light might not be pleased, and then it won’t teach us anything. I want my lesson, Olivia."

"So do I."

"Then why do you want us to stop?"

"Because I know a way that works." Olivia looked at the ceiling, at the window, and at the quilt. She looked anywhere that was not his face. "A guaranteed way."

Lia sat up on her heels. She narrowed her eyes. "What way?"

"You’ll see. I didn’t want to," Olivia said. "I still don’t. I’d much rather not." Her eyes dropped to his cock, wet from three mouths and standing straight up off his stomach, and she dragged them back up.

"But you two have been working so hard, and it isn’t fair to leave all of it to you. Somebody has to take the difficult part."

"The difficult part?," Lia said.

"Yes."

"You’re doing it for us."

"Obviously."

Lia turned to Sophia with her whole face open. "She’s doing it for us."

"That’s kind of her," Sophia said. Her ears had gone red.

Lor had a handful of Sophia’s thigh in each hand, and he said nothing. It was the best decision he had made all day.

They made room, though not gracefully.

Lia slid up the quilt toward his head, and Sophia climbed off his mouth and settled beside his ribs on her knees, breathing hard.

Olivia put one knee on the bed, then the other, and swung over his hips.

The quilt was warm from the strip of sun.

His cock lay hot against the inside of her thigh, and she could feel it jump when she settled. The other two had gone completely quiet.

She hooked two fingers into the green mesh at her crotch and pulled.

It tore with a dry rip, and the sound seemed very loud.

She pushed the cream panties aside with her thumb exposing her pussy. They were soaked through, and a thin string of wet came away with them.

She did not look to see whether anyone had seen it.

"Not inside," she said to Lor. "You tell me when. I’ll move."

"Mm," Lor said.

"That isn’t an answer."

"Not inside. I’ll tell you."

She took him at the base and rubbed the head along her, once, twice, and her breath stuttered on the second pass.

The head was hot and slick against her. She held him steady and lowered herself.

It was slow, because she had learned that much the first time.

The head stretched her, and she breathed out and sank another inch. Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips.

A mouth was one thing. This was wider and fuller, and it pressed against places she had not known could be pressed.

She stopped halfway with her teeth in her lip and let the feeling settle.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, hot and thick, and the stretch made her breath come short.

Lor’s head went back against the quilt. His hands closed on her hips, and his grip was not gentle.

She took the rest of him in one long, shaking drop. Her ass met his thighs.

For a moment she sat there, full to the root, with her eyes squeezed shut and her whole body trying to decide whether to clench or give way.