Triplets Make Five

“It’s, uh… it’s very good. Thank you for... bringing me here.”

I swirled my fingertips slowly up her thigh and paused when the waiter came back. She cleared her throat and thrust her hand underneath the table, gripping my fingers with hers tightly in an effort to get me to stop. I graced my thumb against her skin while I ordered some dessert for us to share, and as soon as the waiter left I slowly slipped my hand down between her legs.

“Are you a little cold, Miss Ella? You’re shivering. I could give you my coat if you’d like.”

“I-I-I… uh… no, I’m not cold, I don’t think,” she said breathlessly.

I continued my journey as I watched her slowly settle into her chair. I felt her muscles slowly relax, her legs falling open while the heat of her pussy beckoned to me. I danced all the way up her naked thigh before the waiter busted through the door, and she audibly groaned when I ripped my hand away to pluck the dessert from the man’s hands.

“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” he asked.

“A bit of privacy, if you don’t mind. We’re having a very stimulating conversation, and I would like it to not be interrupted.”

I could feel her eyes heavy on me as the waiter nodded his head. I watched him as he left the room, and the moment the door closed I slowly panned my gaze over to Ella.

The woman with the ruby red lips and long ass legs who was panting ever-so-lightly for air.

“Care for dessert?” I asked.

“I would love some,” she said lowly.

8

Ella

I watched him take a small spoonful of whipped cream before he scooped some of the decadent cherry pie onto the top of it. He slowly approached my lips and intentionally missed, smearing a bit of it at the corner of my mouth before the spoon slipped into my mouth. I hummed at how sweet it tasted, how luscious the cherries melted and how the whipped cream coated the insides of my cheeks. For a split second, I had forgotten where I was until I felt a slight warmth at the corner of my mouth.

I raised my hand to cup Foster’s cheek as his mouth cleaned up the mess he’d made. I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss before he pulled me into his lap. He was cocky, arrogant, and knew what he was doing to me. He was confident in a way that should make me crazy, but the moment his eyes opened, and his dark stare met mine I felt my insides give way. I straddled his lap before I went back in for another kiss, but he pressed his finger to my lips and stopped my assault.

“Get on the table,” he said.

I furrowed my brow in confusion but was too entranced with curiosity to disobey. I slowly got up from his lap and cleared myself a place to lay on the table, then I patiently waited for what he was going to do. I could hear him moving the chairs around before I felt his hands on my ankles, and one by one he placed my feet on the chairs so my legs would be more comfortable.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Much,” I whispered.

“Good. I want you to be comfortable.”

My body trembled

in anticipation. I could feel his hands slowly edge up my legs as the cool air of the room grazed against the wetness of my panties. I wondered if he was going to kneel in front of me and lick me clean. I wondered if he was going to pull his cock out and simply slide my panties aside. I wondered if he was going to trail his hands all the way under my dress and search for my painfully puckered nipples just so he could play with them with his fingertips.

But, he did absolutely nothing that I thought he was going to do. Instead, I saw him reach for the cherry dessert. He dipped his fingers into the sticky goodness before he started painting designs on the insides of my legs. I could feel the whipped cream tainting my skin while the syrupy sugars dripped from my thighs, and then he did something I never thought I would’ve experienced in a million years.

He pulled my panties to the side and pressed the rest of the pie into my pussy.

I heard him drop to the ground and fiddle with his belt buckle while his tongue started dancing along my skin. He lapped up the goodness of the pie he’d just painted my skin with while my entire body arched into him. He cleaned my skin, licking and sucking marking onto me things I’d surely have to cover up for my next performance. He bit and licked, kissing areas that made me jump before he slowly traveled up both my legs.

I couldn’t stop twitching and shaking. My body was on fire as his scruff expertly danced along my skin. He coated my legs in his spit as he ate the dessert he ordered off my body, and the moment he finally got to my pussy I could feel the sugary mixture of my juices dripping down my ass crack. He slowly slid my panties off me, working them off my legs before he toed out of his pants, then he hit his knees again and plunged into my pussy.

His tongue dipped in between my folds, licking up the crusted goodness that had been shoved inside my body. I felt his lips trail down the rounded cheeks of my ass before his tongue found its way to my asshole, and he licked a long stripe all the way up to my clit. I could hear him swallowing everything down-- the pie, my juices-- all of it intermingling and mixing in a taste that made him hungry for more.

I jumped and shook with every flick of his tongue against my swollen clit. Electricity coursed through my veins as my body shook for him, and my heels pressed into the chair while my hips began to roll into his face. I covered him in my juices while his scruff tickled my pussy folds. My hand molded around the edge of the table as I looked for leverage, and by the time I was approaching my end my back was arching off the table and my hips were barreling into his face.

“Yes. Foster. Holy fuck, please don’t stop. Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, I can-... I can-... oh, yes!”

I flew over the edge just as he shoved his tongue back into my pussy and he moaned as my walls fluttered around him. He pulled my hips closer to his face, gobbling down all the juices I sprayed onto him as my body quaked at his mercy. I panted for air, catching all I could get in my lungs before he finally stood up, and I could see the massive cock he had standing at attention.