ALICE Ch 34

Alice rests limp on top of the purring Irina. Sasha touches her hair briefly. Alice hardly notices. She gathers enough presence of mind to lever herself up, but that just lets her look at Irina underneath her. Her hips spasm and she feels her cock throb, squeezing out a few last drops inside Sasha’s mother.

“Hah. Hah. Hah,” Alice pants. And Sasha is still stroking her mother’s hair.

Alice pulls out. Her cock is half-soft and covered in cum and juices. Sticky strings of semen come with it, and more bubbles out of Irina’s shaved, twitching pussy. It takes all of her strength to turn and lie down beside Irina to get her breath.

The ceiling wavers as she tries to breathe and her brain tries to work. Alice swallows, thinks, and finds her voice.

“Um. Sorry,” she says, turning to look at Irina. But Irina doesn’t look annoyed or bothered; she looks like she just got done with a three-hour massage. She’s glowing. “I didn’t realize she was coming up. I should’ve been quicker. Sorry.” Alice knows that she sounds like an idiot, but she doesn’t know what to say.

Irina turns her head to look at her. And just looks. Happily.

Her hand finds Alice’s and she squeezes weakly.

“Mmm…”

Not the reply that Alice was expecting. Well, at least nobody’s upset. A little weird, but, uh, cultural stuff, no doubt. This is probably normal wherever these folks are from. They’re cool, rich people who travel and go to races. They’re probably just super chill about sex. Is it even a big deal? No. Alice has walked in on people having sex before. Never her own mom, but still. It’s fine.

“Wah!” she shrieks at the sudden warmth of a tongue touching her.

She looks down in panic to see Sasha’s glossy hair in her lap. Soft lips wrap around her sticky cock. Alice lets out a hoarse sound as suction is applied.

“Ah!” She squeezes Irina’s hand, then looks over with wide eyes.

Irina is gazing at her as though nothing interesting is going on. She looks down at Sasha, sucking away, then gives Alice a knowing look that Alice has no idea how to interpret.

And Alice doesn’t know how to look away. Sasha’s tongue swirls and her lips drag up and down the shaft. Her fingers encircle the base as it gets hard. Alice bites her lip. Then clenches her jaw. Her eyes water from the staring contest with Irina, which is probably not a contest. She just doesn’t know what to do. Her other hand clutches at the sheets.

Irina turns onto her side, facing her.

A soft slurping is audible.

“Mmm,” Sasha moans.

Alice looks away from Irina long enough to glance down. Sasha’s on all fours with her hindquarters in the air. Her white bikini bottoms are riding up her peachy rear end, which sways gently as she sucks.