It feels awkward and not at all sexy to drag my tongue along the length of my own hand, but he’s the teacher here and I’ve always prided myself on being an excellent student. Sebastian watches me so closely that I wonder if maybe I’m wrong aboutthis not being sexy. I allow more saliva to collect on my tongue and lick my palm again, my eyes locked on his, and his breath hitches.
Okay, guess I’m wrong. Apparently licking my hand is sexy, at least to the guy getting the hand job.
Tentatively, I lay the flat of my hand on the shaft of Sebastian’s cock. It’s so warm and silky soft, even in its hardness. I glance up to see that all four of the guys are completely focused on me. It’s both thrilling and terrifying to be the center of attention like this, especially when I don’t know what I’m doing.
“You’re doing great,” says Sebastian. His eyes are dark, his voice rough, and that’s all the reassurance I need to keep going.
Wrapping my hand around him, I feel the weight of his cock. It’s heavier than I thought it would be. More solid. Giving him a few tentative strokes, I remind myself to grip him tight, just like he showed me. But I watch his face the entire time to make sure I’m not hurting him. That would be the most embarrassing thing I could do, more so even than not knowing what I’m doing.
And the more I stroke, the more his tip glistens. I wonder if it tastes different straight from the source than it did off my finger.
“Can I?” I glance meaningfully from Sebastian’s face to his cock. I’m not ready to say “taste you” yet. I’m already feeling like my inexperience is showing enough without trying to sound sexy on top of it.
“Always,” he says, sounding strained. “Yes. Always.”
I suppress a grin. Under other circumstances, I would tease him for choosing that word. I wonder what he would do if I decided to be as literal as he usually is, offering him oral sex at inappropriate times and expecting to be taken up on it.
Obviously, though, I’m not going to do that, so I gather my courage and focus on the task at hand. Some might say this right here is an inappropriate time, with our three friends watching us, but this is how they do things. They like to share. So I benddown and flick my tongue quickly against the head of his cock. His pre-cum tastes a little more salty than it had on my fingertip, but the resulting groan from Sebastian is so rewarding it sends tingles down my spine. Even if it didn’t taste good at all, it would be worth continuing just to elicit that sound from him again.
So I try a different method, trailing the tip of my tongue along the side of his shaft just to see if he’ll do it again, or if he’ll make a different sound. I need to try everything so I can figure out what drives him craziest. Especially because with the way his eyes are rolling back in his head and his hips are thrusting against my tongue, I’m not sure he’s going to be coherent enough to actually walk me through the finer points of giving a blow job.
“Can I touch you at the same time?” Elliot leans over to kiss my shoulder and trail his hand down my side until he comes to my hip.
The feel of Elliot’s hand on my hip is both heavy and light at the same time, and the tingling between my thighs says I’m game to at least try. I can always say if I don’t like it.
“Okay.”
I keep my attention on Sebastian’s lap, but I can hear the rustling as Elliot moves behind me on the bed and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my sleep shorts while he feathers kisses along my lower back, exposed from the way I’m leaning into Sebastian’s cock.
There’s a brush of cool air as my shorts and panties are tugged down, over my hips and down my thighs, trapping my legs together. When I shift to help Elliot peel my panties and shorts down past my knees though, he stops me by wrapping his hands around both of my thighs and releasing a breath against my bare skin. They’ve seen me naked before, up close even, but there is still a strong and new intimacy to it, being bent over andon display for Elliot while Felix and Lukas watch me suck gently on the tip of Sebastian’s cock.
Without warning, Elliot runs the flat of his tongue along my seam and I startle, falling forward onto Sebastian’s cock and gagging myself.
“Fuck that’s good,” groans Sebastian.
“You’re doing fantastic,” Lukas tells me, his voice rough. “Just like I knew you would.”
Their praise makes my blood hum. I’ve always loved being the best student in a class. And this praise does something to me that no classroom praise has ever done. When Lukas and Sebastian say it, I can feel myself getting wetter, and my clit begins to pulse with need.
As I pull back enough to breathe, I glance over to the other bed to see both Lukas and Felix completely focused on the way I’m speared on both Sebastian’s cock and Elliot’s tongue. Both of them have their hands down their pants, and I wish they would pull them down a little so I can see the way they’re gripping their own dicks.
I must have gotten too distracted by checking out Felix and Lukas in the other bed because Sebastian lifts his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth and bringing me back to the moment. I like that he’s taking control, gently fucking my mouth. I moan when Elliot dips his curled tongue into my pussy so I really am being penetrated by both of them at the same time. And all I have to do is kneel here and enjoy the pleasure that they’re literally thrusting upon me.
“Is this okay?” asks Sebastian, his hand brushing a piece of hair back that’s fallen out of my braid. He keeps his hand on the side of my head once the hair is tucked behind my ear, holding me gently in place as he fucks my face.
I can’t exactly answer with my mouth fuck of cock. So I hum an assent and lean into his thrusts a little more, until he’s hitting the back of my throat with each strong stroke.
I’m not sure what Elliot is doing to my clit and pussy at the same time that I’m gagging on Sebastian’s length, but it feels fantastic. I try to widen my stance to give him better access, but my panties and sleep shorts, and Sebastian’s legs on either side of me, prevent me from spreading as far as I’d like, so I just lean forward as much as possible to give Elliot all the space I can. It feels like there’s a spring being wound tight inside of me, just like the other times they’ve touched me, and I know my orgasm is close. I press back into Elliot, chasing the rush of pleasure building with each stroke of his skillful tongue.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Elliot says against my pussy, the vibrations of his voice spiraling me closer to release.
I can barely nod with Sebastian’s cock pressed against my tongue but I do my best, whimpering “mm-hmm” and reveling in the way the vibration makes Sebastian’s dick grow even harder just as Elliot’s voice stoked the fire between my legs higher.
“She does,” confirms Sebastian, his voice more strained than ever. His fingers curl into my hair, not pulling but holding me where he wants me. “So make me come, sweetheart, and then Elliot will make you come too.”
With this, Sebastian stops doing the work for me. Left to my own devices, I move my head up and down to mimic the way he’d been thrusting past my lips. Each time I pull back for breath, I swirl my tongue around the tip, and his groans are music to my ears. And each time I bob down on his cock, I go as far as I can until my eyes water, trying to get him into my throat so he knows just how much I want him.
By the third time my mouth sinks down onto him though, Sebastian’s grip on my hair tightens and he holds me down,thrusting shallowly and hitting the back of my throat. It’s hard to breathe, but just as I’m convinced I’ll have to pull away to take a breath, his groan fills my ears and I feel the warm spurt of his cum pouring down my throat.
