Lindsay comes on your tongue, no trouble

Lindsay has a tasty little split, you'd have to say. And feeling her hips twitch in your hands when you tongue her just right, why that's its own reward. Mary's at Lindsay's other end, in a camp chair, with her knees spread to welcome Lindsay's tongue in her pussy.

Priscilla is there, you can tell mostly from her quick, excited breathing and the scrape of her fancy sneakers on the dirt. The sun is warm on your back, and the ridgetop breeze is pleasant as you do your happy duty by the young-ish lady hotel clerk you hooked up with two days ago.

Lindsay's hips start tilting, rolling her pussy up and down over your tongue. You grip her buns a little tighter, keeping your tongue in her groove. Stay on target, you remember, stifling a laugh before it escapes. Lindsay grinds her pussy back at your face, moaning into your wife's pussy. Mary adds a deep sigh of pleasure.

"Oh Lindsay, hon," Mary says. "Take me to Heaven. Take me to Heaven, you angel. May God grant the joys of h...AHHHHH!" she cries out as her climax sweeps her away. Her thighs close over Lindsay's head, and her feet tilt down to point her toes stiffly forward.

Lindsay whimpers, her pussy grinding rhythmically against your face until you match up, your stiff tongue-tip flicking past her clit as she rocks her hips, and that does it for her, her climax arriving with a convulsive heave that knocks over Mary's chair and leaves Lindsay falling forward. With Mary's thighs clamped on Lindsay's head, and your hands gripping tightly to Lindsay's buttocks, Lindsay pulls you along to a smacking face-plant into her butt.

Lindsay and Mary are still quivering with aftershocks. You let go of Lindsay's butt and roll to the side, lying face-up with your eyes to the sky. The three of you stay like this for a bit.

Lindsay is the first to start giggling, then Mary, then yourself, and finally Priscilla breaks from a frozen stare into a peal of laughter.

"So it that what Loving Community looks like?" Priscilla asks.

You look up at the petite lady in the fancy tennis shoes. "It can."

Lindsay snorts. Mary and Priscilla laugh.

You roll up to a sitting position, then get up to dust yourself off. "You alright, sweetie-pie?" you ask Mary. "Didn't take a bump?"

"Heavenly," she says. "All good."

You help Mary up and set her chair to rights. Your wife leans back, a look in her face like a blissful Madonna. But her nipples are still poking up little points in the front of her light blouse. You figure she's nowhere near done for the afternoon.

You wonder if you'll even make it to the fire lookout, properly speaking. You're still in the parking lot.

Lindsay is lying in front of Mary on the picnic blanket, her butt still bare under the bundle of her tucked-up sundress. The platinum highlights in her brown hair sparkle in the sun as the breeze ruffles her curls. She's got her head propped up on her hands, and she's smiling at you.

"Lindsay, hon, I figure since this is your last day, it's mostly your call," you say. You look to your wife. "Unless you two were making any plans together, sweetie-pie?"

Lindsay giggles. "Now that you mention it," she says.

"Mm-hm," Mary says. "About that, honeybear..."

Lindsay comes on your tongue. You now have 2 XP.

You have +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

What's your next Move?

• MAKE HER BEG: Roll 2d6+Hot(0) (-1 two girls, +1 Submissive) for Lindsay and Mary together: 8. Each of them begs for one thing from: /Fuck her ____. /Cum in her ____. /Fuck another girl (which one?) /Let her ____.