Could it be heaven on Earth...?

Before you can take a breath, Dahlia starts trembling above you, moans escalating, hitting high notes you only thought the most soprano of opera singers could reach. Within seconds, she is convulsing, writhing where she is trapped between your body and Mr. Aldric's. He grunts, ramming into the young slut and holding still as a statue.

"Last chance, John," he grunts directly into your ear so Dahlia's muffled screams of ecstasy won't drown him out. "Tell me you want to know the way she feels right now, to know her complete and utter bliss."

You can't fight it any longer, releasing a moan of arousal you've been holding onto since the bimbo's monologue.

"Yes..." You are barely able to scrape together your voice, rasping the word quietly.

"Tell me what you want exactly," he commands. Finally, Dahlia falls still, limply laying atop you as she tries to catch her breath through his hand. You swallow, clearing your throat.

"I... I want it..." you start. Before he can prompt you further, you continue: "I want to know what she feels like. I want your cock... Please, Mr. Aldric. Please, fuck me..." He chuckles darkly, his weight lifting from atop you.

"Dahlia," he begins, "make sure John is ready for me." Still somewhat limp but ever enthusiastic to please, the younger woman slips from your back to kneel behind you.

A squeak of surprise escapes your lips as you feel fingers probing at your slit. While many try, only one manages to enter at first.

"Wow," the young slut comments. "She's sooooo, like, tight, Mr. Aldric. You might just break her!" The bimbo giggles, using her one finger to coax you further open until she can get a second in along with it. You bury your face in your arms as she moves them in a scissor-like fashion, muffling the low moan her stretching digits elicit.

Your moan is conquered by a louder cry as you feel something wet toy at your clit. as she lays beneath you, her tongue lashes at your nub, lips occasionally sucking it into her mouth. You feel yourself trembling, already nearing your tipping point.

"That's enough."

You groan as Dahlia dutifully pulls away. She is soon replaced, not leaving you unattended for long. Something much larger than her fingers nudges at your pussy lips, slick and slippery with the traces of their prior performance.

You bite your arm almost hard enough to draw blood as he shoves himself inside of you, deep into your virgin cunt.

"Damn. How has he not had you every way to Sunday already?" he mutters into your ear, leaning all the way down against your back. You can only give a moan of pain and pleasure in response.

You feel so unbelievably full. While your muscles are screaming with agony, a part of your brain slowly fights for control as he remains still, waiting for your body to adjust. Pleasure, joy that you've finally done it, claws its way to the forefront of your mind, punching down the pain and trying to convince your lower body that this is a good feeling instead.

Before you are quite ready, he slowly pulls back. A low groan pushes from your lungs, your face screwing up to reflect your discomfort has you pant, trying to catch your breath already. You jump as a gentle hand runs over your hair.

"It's okay," Dahlia whispers comfortingly, petting you slowly. "It'll feel, like, super good soon. You'll see." Her encouragement actually seems to be working, your muscles relaxing somewhat, making his passage smoother. "It'll be so good, you'll, like, never ever want it to end. Promise."

Her hand shifts to your chin, tilting your head up from your arms. Just as Mr. Aldric drives forward once more, you find your face very close to hers, the other woman swallowing your cries in a deep kiss, immediately lashing her tongue about your mouth. The sensation is much more than you ever anticipated. Of course, you had never expected your first kiss to be with a girl, much less with a girl while a guy slams his cock in and out of your pussy.

Your eyes roll, your nerves already on edge finally tipping over it. You shiver and spasm, orgasm sweeping your body and mind. In an instant, your tongue begins to move instinctively, twisting and wrestling with hers. Your hips begin to thrust faintly back, barely moving as they attempt to win you even more pleasure. Vaguely, you register the sound of the man responsible for your deflowering laughing over your head.

Now you see what the bimbo slut conquering your lips was saying.