Melissa wants a taste

Melissa gives Pam a hungry smile, and Pam rolls her eyes.

“I’ll make the coffee,” Pam says, turning away.

“Thank you bluebird,” Melissa says, blowing a kiss to Pam’s back. You only see it for a second, but you could swear Pam is blushing.

Your focus is pulled away from her, however, as you feel a wet tongue slide up the side of your cock. It starts at the base, and moves up the left, then the right. Slowly. Slowly. Painting either side of your erection. Never quite hitting the tip.

Pam takes a bag of coffee grounds out of the pantry. They’re organic, the good stuff. Who wants to drink bad coffee?

Melissa’s tongue retreats into her mouth. Instead, her plump lips wrap around your balls. Sucking. Gentle, slow sucking. Pulling each one into her wet, warm mouth. You shiver as she works.

The grounds are loaded into the french press. The clinking of beans, the pouring of the hot water, and the sounds of sucking. Gulping. The lid comes on.

Melissa begins to kiss the middle of the sack. Right where the balls meet the underside of your cock. She makes out with it like the face of a lover, the cheek of her wife not a few metres away. Her tongue slides up against your balls, and up the base of your cock. Never going further up. Never moving that dick that is laid over her head.

Pam pushes down the plunger of the press. Part way, just enough for the mesh to do its work. She waits, still not turning back despite the scene behind her.

Your cock is throbbing. The erection you had is now only a memory. It feels as if this teasing is going to make you explode. Not just cum, but blow up like a bomb. Yet her lips don’t stop. Your thighs pulsate, as you want to tense, but you don’t want to kick her. Her hands, those small fingers, find your thighs. She can feel the stringy muscle beneath her palms, the way it reminds her of Pam. The way it reminds her of going down on her wife, and the way she would howl. It reminds her of the way she drives that giant woman wild with her tongue. She smiles to herself. She has the best cock in the palm of her hand.

“Ha… Ha… You’re… really fucking good at that,” you say, breath shaking as you try not to cum on her face.

Melissa says nothing, but her eyes flick up to meet yours. Eyes like pools of molten toffee, catching the sunlight just right. You look away, catching Ava’s eyes instead. She’s leaned so far forward, the table is digging into her belly. Her eyes are moving everywhere at once, drinking in the scene so quickly you wonder how she doesn’t ****. Her face is poised like an animal. A predator. Finding the perfect, plump meal spread before her. If this goes on much longer, she’ll no doubt leap the table and sit on someone’s-

“Coffee’s done!”

Pam slides over the table, dropping down four steaming cups. She slides one over to Ava, another to you, and keeps two to herself. You don’t take yours. You lock eyes with her as she takes a sip. She grins at you, as Melissa opens her mouth wide and shoves your entire cock down her throat.

You lurch forward, the sudden wetness overwhelming you. Melissa’s head follows your crotch. Your hunch over the table, breathing heavily as the suction surrounds your member. Her tongue is wild. Sloshing around her mouth, around your cock. You can hear the slurping. Everyone can hear the slurping.

With a long shlicking noise, her lips glide slowly down your dick. There’s a pop, you jump, and your cock is once again in the open air. Sticky, dripping with spit, and with an erection that could cut through steel.

“Not too hard, once you get the hang of it,” Melissa says, smiling up at you. She presses a finger against the tip of your cock, and watches it bounce idly, “Well, I suppose it’s hard for some.”

You can hear Ava purring in her chair, her coffee as untouched as yours. She looks from you, to Pam, and you see an idea pop into her head.

“Hey miss Pam, maybe you should get a strap on? That way you three can really go crazy,” she said.

Pam, who had been idly stirring her coffee while glancing down at your cock, froze. Not a jolt, but not moving. Like a stone grinding into place, she turned to the young woman on the other side of her table. Ava, to her credit, had realised what she’d said and was shrinking into her seat.

Just before Pam could open her mouth, Melissa spoke up.

“Actually, not quite what I was thinking. But why don’t you and our cocked wonder here go get some lube?” she said, running a finger along your spit soaked dick, “if I’m gonna take this, I want to enjoy it.”

Pam shot a withering glare back to Ava, before shoving her chair back. It scraped along the floor. She motioned for you to follow her, and left the kitchen.

You stood up. A dollop of spit arced off your dick, splattering against the floor. You kicked your pants away, and hurried after the sharp faced woman.

She was already ascending the stairs, and as you hurried along behind her you saw she was scowling to herself. You climbed after her, your cock bobbing in the open air. It really hit you now, how much you never thought you'd be in this position.

Three women, in one house, and all of them horny for you. One of them being your girlfriend! It shouldn't shock you that she's horny for you, but more having one at all. Then the other two were lesbians, who had never even looked at a man like they looked at you now.

You reached the landing and followed Pam into the bedroom. Much like the rest of the place, the bedroom was a mixture of wood and paintings. The most effort had clearly gone here, with a stunning early morning sky painted onto the roof. All manner and colour of birds could be seen adorning the painted expanse. The bedspread was that of a peacock, its voluminous feathers draping over the sides of the soft mattress. The vases either side of the queen bed were covered in various fruits, and you could see the dresser was overflowing with a mixture of suits, workout gear, and summer dress wear.

The noise was coming from the ensuite connected to the bedroom, and you peaked your head in to find Pam rummaging around.

"Everything ok?"

"That was not on." Pam said, chucking aside some toothpaste.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't you apologise," Pam said, slamming the cabinet door shut with a bang that made you jump, "you do not apologise for other people's actions."

"Uh, yes, of course not."

"That was not on," Pam muttered, pushing past you to the bed. She crouched down, and began searching underneath it.

"I just… is it really that big of a-"

"Don't finish that. I like you well enough kid. Mel-mel thinks highly of you and yours. But I will not have someone defend a total stranger wandering into my house and making assumptive sexual comments at me," Pam shook her head, smacking a fist against the floor, "I get, quite frankly, enough of this shit from catcallers. I won't have it in my house."

You had some questions, sure. About the nature of these powers. Why was it ok that your still rock solid cock was drying in the light of her bedroom. Why she both did and didn't seem to view it as sexual. Whether she'd have had the same reaction if you'd suggested such a thing. Why Melissa had even sent you up here when you didn't have the foggiest where the lube might be.

However, you kept your tongue where it was.

"There we go, found you you little bastard," Pam said, producing a bottle of water based lube.

The two of you filed out of the room and went back down to the others. As you were approaching, you overheard the tail end of a conversation.

“Well I can see why you like him, he’s always seemed- Oh hello you two,” Melissa said as you and Pam re-entered, “Did you get lost?”

“Coulda been worse,” Pam said, a small grimace suffusing her features. She sat the lube on the table, before grabbing her cooling coffee.

"Thanks Bluebird," Melissa replied, giving Pam a kiss on her cheek. Pam's face reddened and she sunk into her coffee.

Melissa walked her fingers over Pam's shoulders, sliding her way around her wife as her eyes fixed back onto your cock. She snatched the lube up, dolloping some into her hands.

"Now sugar, why don't we finish what we started…"

Melissa sidled up to you, her goopy hands ready. She slid her fingers around your cock, teasing and stroking every inch. She squeezed her palm, just enough, for a long squelch to echo through the kitchen. The saliva, which had almost dried, was replaced with the clear, thick liquid.

Melissa leaned in close, her lips right up against your ear. You could feel her full, massive chest squeezing into your shoulder. Her heartbeat, reverberating through her body. The heat of her breath, radiating out of her body and into yours.

"Do it," she said, her fingers making one long stroke up your cock, "use my body. Take me for a ride. I want this beautiful cock to fill my pussy and I want those big hands of yours to hold me down."

You shuddered under her words, your cock bulging in her hands. You gritted your teeth, and you turned your face to hers. She was drooling, and your eyes met.

"You want to break a little lesbian, don't you. Turn me into a cock hungry slut. I know you do. I see it in your eyes. Take it. At my table. In my house. Take what's yours."

Your gribded your teeth. Your nostrils flared. You could smell her. Smell her sweat. Smell her perfume. Smell her sex. You wanted her, and fuck it, you were going to have her.

You swung a hand around, planting it in her curly hair. She could barely yelp before you pulled her face to yours. You mashed your lips against hers. Your tongue invaded her mouth. Licking up every inch. She tasted soft. Tasted like sweetness. Like sugar. You wanted more.

Her hand was gripping your cock now. Sliding up and down your slicked pole. You could hear it. Feel it. Moving faster and faster. You grabbed the back of her hair, and yanked her away. She groaned, long and loud. Her knees wobbled, and if not for your hand, she might’ve fallen.

"Get on the table." You said.

"Bu- whu- fuck that was-" Melissa tried to speak.

"Table. Now."

With that, you dragged her hair in front of you. She panted like a dog. She got her arms in place, and crawled onto the wood with her tongue hanging out.

With one hand, you held your cock. Hard. Pulsating. Angry and ready. With the other, you ripped her pajamas down. Her ass jiggled and shone in the light, like a pile of soft chocolate. You slammed your hand into it, causing her to whine, and watched as your fingers were engulfed in the cheek. Grabbing tight, you pushed it to one side, exposing her asshole and finally, her pussy.

As puffy. As soft. As full, as the rest of her. Her pussy was already soaked, evidenced by the small puddle forming on the table. The slit of pink stood out like a beacon in the sea of soft brown skin, lighting your way forward.

You lined yourself up. You grabbed her other cheek. Your hips. Your arms. Pulling. Pushing.

Until contact.

You cock sunk into her pussy and your hips sank into her ass. You threw your head back and growled. God it felt so fucking good. Like fucking a marshmallow wrapped in a pillow. Pound. Jiggle. Pound. Jiggle. You'd have been mesmerised by it if you weren't so intent. So focused. On making this bitch scream your name. Keep you awake, for nights on end? With her yelling and screaming and carrying on? Fuck that. Fuck that. You were done with that shit. You weren't about to sit by, and let someone walk all over you. Not anymore.

You were getting what you wanted. And what you wanted was to wrap your cock around this soft, pillowy lesbian ass until she lost her fucking mind.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Moans came out, but you couldn't tell from who. She was covered in sweat now, and it just made her look hotter. You leaned forward. Pushing your cock in as far as it would go. Your hands reached around. You grabbed her gigantic tits. She tried to grab your hands but she couldn't stop shuddering. You kneaded and pinched and pulled on them.

"This is what you asked for," you growled into her ear, "My cock. My hands. You're fucking mine, you understand?"

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!"

You felt her pussy contract around you. It couldn't stop your thrusts, but it felt like a hug for your cock. You watched her ass squeeze together, shivering through the orgasm. You weren't far either. Fuck. You were so close. You wanted to blow a load inside her, really fucking give it to her.

Then something twigged in your mind. You remembered the car. Your sister. The cum, going everywhere. Shit, shit! What if that was permanent?

You felt your body start to convulse, start to squeeze and pull. You slammed your hands into her ass, and pulled your cock out of her. You heard her whine again as the floodgates came loose and-