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“I bet you can’t wait for the others to join in.”
She shifts on her feet. My flower is restless. She needs more stimulation. And I have been selected to give it to her first.
I am not as tall as Rev and some of the others, but I am over six feet. If I am to gorge myself on Cora’s breasts, I need her higher.
“I want her on the pool table,” I say.
Rev obliges by stepping out from between her and the table and lifting her onto the sturdy edge. There she perches, shirt parted, jeans open, breasts pillowed on the shelf of her pushed-down bra.
She is a goddess.
Rev is there, too. Our goddess’s guardian, standing at her side.
He maintains a gentle grip on her shoulder, reminding her he will keep her safe. None of us would hurt her. We would die before causing harm to one hair on her head. But Rev is topping this scene, and I can appreciate how careful he is being to help Cora feel comfortable.
I step forward, and my flower parts her thighs to allow me in close. Her gaze is soft on me. Welcoming.
Without words, I frame her breasts with my big hands, I lower my head, and I begin feasting.
Cora sighs softly for me as I indulge myself on her perfect, small breasts. My saliva lubricates my way as flicks of my tongue tease her, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I use my lips to pinch and pull at her nipples. Like a starving infant, I suckle them, taking not just nipple, but as much breast into my mouth as I can.
It’s not enough. Cora is my ambrosia, and I want to eat nothing but her for the rest of my life.
Vaguely, I am aware of the others surrounding us. They murmur and encourage. They speak to me about how lucky my mouth is. They speak to each other about how hot this moment is. But they do not speak to her. By mutual agreement, we all seem to understand that only Rev speaks to her in this scene.
I don’t want to stop, but the others deserve their turn to worship her.
Reluctantly, I step back, and am pleased to see her nipples glowing hot pink. They are plump as raspberries and hardened to erect perfection. My handiwork. Content, I move to let the others crowd closer around her.
Rev moves in first. He peels Cora’s jeans down her slender legs. Then he does something none of us expect. He strips himself naked and climbs onto the pool table. Perching Cora on the edge, he sits behind her, legs spread so his body surrounds hers like a cradle. His knees bend, and his lower legs dangle off the edge.
Doc wastes no time taking up the position I was just in. His hands rub up and down her bare thighs.
Rev cups her shoulders and smooths his hands down her arms in a massaging caress. His posture shows he is being careful of her bound wrists. He is making sure she isn’t suffering any pain.
“Scrap,” he says in a commanding voice. “Bring Doc something to kneel on.”
Scrap appears with a leather cushion from one of the sofas, and Doc nods his appreciation as Scrap positions it.
“Now, Doc, peel those panties aside and tell us how good a job Shep did.”
Doc kneels with his face between Cora’s thighs. Her feet find his shoulders, and with her knees bent, she is spread wide for all of us to see. Even from a few feet away, I can tell the gusset of her cotton panties is soaked through. Pride puffs up my chest.
Doc confirms it when he hooks a finger in the crotch of the underwear and tugs it to expose a heavenly pussy surrounded with tidy curls.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, voice dark as Guinness. “Shep made her wet, all right. She’s fucking soaked.” With one hand, he parts her lips, exposing the pink inner petals of her flower. The middle finger of his other hand swipes at those shiny inner lips and comes away with a trail of her silky arousal. His tongue darts out to lick the digit clean.
“How wet is she?” Rev asks, still massaging Cora’s arms. She leans back into him, lower lip caught between her teeth, breasts plumped up over her disheveled bra.
“So.Fucking. Wet.” Doc nuzzles her inner thighs as he leans in for a closer look. “A man dying of thirst would find life in this gorgeous fucking oasis.”
“Are you dying of thirst, Doc?”
“Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ dying.”
“Then, remove those panties and drink, my son.”
I whisper a curse at how hot Rev is making this, and I’m not the only one. All around me are groans of illicit appreciation. Reverently, Doc closes his mouth over Cora’s center, and sets to work.
