Halloween26 Ch 10

The coolness of the girl’s hand doesn’t bother Carla, and neither does her unnatural skin and appearance. None of that registers. She’s diamond hard, and this girl knows what she’s doing. Her hand is firm yet gentle; tender, but still vigorous. Already, Carla can feel an orgasm welling up inside her. Listening to the girl slurp and gag on Billie and watching her stroke Stef’s hard dick is just icing on the cake.

The only sound from the TV is soft static. Sucking, breathing, and there’s one other sound: Ellen’s on the sofa, hand moving rhythmically in her shorts.

Carla feels like she should say something, or at least invite Ellen over. She can’t form words, though. She’s not thinking, only feeling. She looks down, then lets her eyes wander past the tangled black hair. The girl’s body is average, but it’s still a sexy sight. She’s nude, and when her head goes forward to take Billie deep, her little booty goes back.

Stef looks as well, and her breath catches. She lets out a husky whimper, then a noise of annoyance. Then a groan.

The girl stops sucking Billie and turns her head in time to catch half Stef’s load on her chin and neck. She swallows Stef’s cock and sucks hard, forcing Stef to lock her face in a wide-eyed expression of religious agony.

“Oh! Oh fuck,” she says, voice cracking as she doubles over, her knees knocking together.

The girl finishes and swallows without missing a beat, bringing her sticky lips to Carla and probing her head before starting to suck in earnest.

“Ah!” Carla doesn’t like how girly she sounds, but it’s that good. The girl’s mouth isn’t like her hand; it is hot, and it’s not just her face and her throat. Her tongue is strong and active. It’s a lot of stimulation. Too much. It almost hurts. Carla’s heart pounds and her breath gets short.

“Oh no,” Billie murmurs, freeing her dick from the girl’s hand. She moves in more cozily beside Carla, slipping her hand around her waist. She crowds in with her dick. The girl obligingly tries to fit both in her mouth, and Billie’s hard shaft bumps and presses against Carla’s.

Carla shivers and new feelings run up and down her body. It’s an alarming sense of looseness, somehow. As though control is being lost. An electric tingling follows, and only gets stronger when she looks into Billie’s flushed, panting face.

Billie’s not being sneaky. She holds eye contact as she moves her hand from Carla’s waist to her butt and takes an authoritative handful.

Carla’s breaths become choked. She rises on her toes and her back arches. Her cock throbs in the girl’s mouth and bubbly cum bursts out, splashing against Billie’s shaft and dripping from the girl’s chin.

Carla wobbles and catches herself on the coffee table.

Billie suddenly has the girl’s mouth to herself. She grabs the girl’s head and shoves in to the hilt. The girl takes it without a sound. Billie hisses and pulls her hair, then frees her cock and pushes her to the ground. The girl watches as Billie strips naked in seconds, then kneels and spreads her legs.

Billie is nothing if not decisive. In seconds, the girl’s legs are wrapped tightly around Billie’s waist, and they’re doing it like crazy on the rug. The wet impact of flesh is noisy, and so are Billie’s grunts of exertion, but the girl doesn’t make a sound.

Stef picks herself up, ragged but intense. She looks annoyed, and it doesn’t take a detective to know why. Her gaze lingers on Billie’s pale but shapely ass. Then she sheds the rest of her clothes and determinedly walks over on her knees to shove her half-hard cock into the girl’s mouth. After a moment of that, she changes position to straddle her head, presenting her back to Billy and really fucking the girl’s throat.

Carla gulps air and watches, feelings fighting for dominance in her body. She came hard just a minute ago, and her cock aches. The tingling won’t leave, and seeing Billie and Stef in charge like this is interesting in its own way. She’s wet. On their own, Carla’s hands find her breast and her clit. She wastes no time, and her body’s so hot that nothing takes long.

She cums with her eyes on Billie’s slim frame as it flexes and she groans, sweat rolling between her shoulder blades. Carla sees everything when Billie pulls out, her cock oozing jizz and the girl’s hairy pussy overflowing.

Carla’s hand is wet. Her body is tight and loose at the same time. She’s hard again.

Stef is literally wheezing as she vengefully shoves her cock down the girl’s throat.

Carla crawls forward and over a spent Billie. She guides her cock into the fresh creampie and slides into a slick warmth that seems to welcome her on a spiritual level. It’s so good that she hasn’t thought about how she’s doing this, and overbalances. She catches herself on Stef’s bare back, setting off a chain reaction.

The girl chokes.

“Ugh,” Stef whines.

The girl’s pussy tightens.

Suddenly Billie’s there, climbing over the girl’s midsection. They’re lined up on top of her, like three rowers in a boat or something. Carla’s not overthinking anything as she thrusts, savoring the sweet heat massaging her shaft.

Billie plops her cock between the girl’s modest breasts, mashes them together, and moves her hips passionately. She’s crowding and bumping against Stef, but Stef is busy.

None of them are very graceful. Stef starts to whimper and lean farther forward as she gets ready to unload in the girl’s mouth, but Billie wants leverage. She grabs Stef’s shoulder, but that means letting go of a breast. Frustrated, she twists the girl’s nipple. The girl jerks underneath them all, insides clenching.

Billie takes her hand off Stef, but she’s already gotten her attention—Stef looks over her shoulder, o-face wild and uninhibited. Billie sees it and seizes Stef’s hair, giving it a tug. Stef squeals and grabs her breasts, squeezing and hissing. Her body shakes as she floods the girl’s throat.

That makes Carla weak; her legs are no good. Her hips move, but she can’t balance or be in control. Her hand lands on Billie’s back, but it’s slick with sweat. Her hand slides, but not as fast as her eyes. Billie’s ass is too sexy. Carla cops a feel with both hands, biting her lip and fucking the girl with everything she has.

Billie glances back but doesn’t complain. She smooshes her cock between the girl’s boobs again and does what she can to move her hips.

It’s too much. “Ungh. Hah. Hah!” Carla’s voice becomes a scream. She digs in with her fingernails and shoots inside like a firehose.

Billie hisses loudly, maybe because of Carla’s fingernails, or maybe because it’s just that hot. She throws her head back and lets out a heartfelt sigh. Cum squirts over the girl’s chest and splashes against Stef’s narrow ass.

“Oh shit,” Stef pants, twisting to look back. But she’s too wrung out to care. She leans back, and Billie catches her, wrapping her arms around her. “Oh my god.”

Billie grins and breathes hard.

Carla tips forward, and Billie is there. Her back isn’t wide, but it’s strong. Carla smiles stupidly, resting against her. Her hazy, pink-tinted gaze lands on Ellen. Ellen’s clothes are on the floor; she’s naked and spread wide on the sofa, cock in hand and pulling. At least two loads sparkle on her belly and breasts. She squeezes her eyes shut and her shoulders quiver as more jizz decorates her freckled skin.

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Carla’s eyes pop open. Everything’s fuzzy.

It takes her a moment to recognize the texture and smell of Ellen’s sofa, but there’s so much more going on. Her body is contorted, and her face is up against something that is not the sofa—it’s shorts. Billie’s shorts.

Weak morning sunlight shines behind the curtains.

Billie’s at the end of the couch, asleep. Carla’s head ended up in her lap somehow, and someone is hugging her from behind. Going by the hard something pressed against her bottom, it’s Stef. That is not appropriate at Ellen’s house. Carla cautiously moves her head, blinking blearily. She’s thirsty, she has a headache, and the room smells like beer and popcorn. Ellen’s at the other end of the sofa with a comically obvious morning wood despite her sturdy shorts. Well, nothing embarrassing about that. Carla’s got one too, and of course Stef does.

Even Billie has one, Carla notices, starting to blush. She detaches a hand from Stef’s clutches to rub her eyes. They watched a movie last night—yes, the clamshell case from Blockbuster is on the coffee table with a spilled popcorn bowl and some beer bottles. Her eyes go to the TV, which displays static. The VCR is open; there’s no tape in it.

Carla frowns. Where did the tape go?

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