Lick them clean

You'd like to return them to her, but they're too tempting looking. And you slick them up in between your lips, licking Samantha's juices from them.

The taste of another woman's pussy. It's something you never really expected to experience again. You'd be more than happy to spend the rest of your life only tasting Katie. Still would be. Of course if this becomes a thing, you wouldn't complain either.

But there's no time to think of that. You have to make a decision, and you decide that you want to taste more. Lots more.

So you sit up from the bed, even though it relinquishes Sam's grip on your member, kneel yourself at the foot of the bed, and pull Samantha's whole body toward you. She helps, scooting herself, and spreading her legs as they come at you.

And there you are, staring into your girlfriend's best friend's pussy. It's as inviting as anything you've ever seen. And in you push your face.

"Holy Shit!" Sam says, an audible whisper, as your tongue begins to flick itself at her decently sized clit. You smile to yourself. She's a swearer in bed. Half the fun of sex is learning these intimate details about people. And you didn't think you'd ever learn them about anyone else.

The other half, of course, is what you're doing now. Feeling someone's body react to yours. Samantha's hips sway and push into your mouth. Her flesh grinds at you. She's very into being eaten out by her best friend's boyfriend.

You feel her hand reach down and take a hold of your hair. "Jesus fuck" She says to herself again, just quietly, reacting to what you're doing. Which you assume is a good job, based on these reactions.

You lap at her over and over and over, like an animal lapping at a stick of salt. You feel like an animal. You feel her juices covering the bottom half of your face, running every direction. You feel her red bush tickling your nose. You feel her swollen clit flicker in your mouth.

You feel a presence behind you. It's not Samantha's hand, that's still in your hair. It's another hand on your shoulder. And it can only belong to one person.

So momentarily, you pull your head from Samantha's crotch, taking a deep breath as if you're coming up from air, from the most pleasant drowning ever. And standing behind you is Katie, in her bra and panties, standing tall, her legs pressed against you, looking down, watching.