Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... flickered open. Heather turned to look at me too, popping his cock out of her mouth. "He's big," she said. Davin made a face like he might explode all over her right then and there.

"Told you." I knelt behind Heather, who waggled Davin's cock at me in offering. I reached out and took it at the base, but just guided it back to her mouth. She accepted it back amiably. It was strange, I thought, that what felt most intimate about the exchange was that my palm was now slick with Heather's spit.

Starting just behind her ears, I ran my fingers through my best friend's hair. It was like sifting through rose petals. Even smelled that way.

She hummed encouragingly as I massaged her scalp, tangling myself in her curls. I remembered the weight of Davin's hand on the back of my head a few days ago, and how I'd wished he'd use it to take my mouth properly.

I rose up on my knees, backstopping Heather's head with my chest. I made little fists in her hair. They were tight enough that she stopped bobbing on Davin's cock.

Davin looked down at me curiously.

"Go on," I said, beaming up at him. "Fuck her face."

He was hesitant at first. But warmed up to the idea quickly. Heather's happy, "Mmmh," when he first properly gave it to her, like he was feeding her something sweet, certainly helped.

"Deeper. She can take it," I said. And though Heather didn't offer any more verbal encouragement, I could feel the subtle slacking of her jaw as she prepared to try.

Davin must ...

... have felt it too. Or maybe he just trusted me to know my friend's limits. Because when he next pulled back there was a wet unsealing sound that told me he'd been at the back of Heather's throat.

He pushed forward again, and I could feel Heather trying to lean away. But I stiffened behind her, holding her in place while Davin speared her. She shifted under my fingertips, shivered in a little convulsion, and a wet clicking noise came from somewhere inside her. When Davin pulled back out, she gasped, sucking in air, and would have collapsed forward if I'd let her.

"You okay?" I whispered in her ear. In answer, she reached out for Davin's hips and pulled him back to her.

I'd always disliked those noises porn girls made when giving head. Heather and I had even giggled about it a time or two. Quacking ducks aren't sexy, we'd agreed. But Heather's involuntary, throaty, glucking as Davin became more and more comfortable with the idea of just using her had me reevaluating my position.

There was another sound too, also wet, but subtler, easy to miss, hard to place. Dragging my focus away from Heather's jostling mass of curls, I searched for a clue. The rhythmic motion of her shoulder, easy to see underneath the thin athletic weave of her oversized shirt, gave it away.

The garden of golden roses in front of me must have hidden an enchanted perfume, because I didn't think. I simply felt my way down Heather's arm. Her muscles were flexing beneath the loose fabric, rhythmic, in ...