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“Please,” Ashley begs with her new bubbly attitude. She bounces on her heels, sticking her tongue out, her open mouth calling out like a siren’s song for any nearby dicks. The horny men standing around give in, and walk forward.

Her plump lips wrap around the first cock, a moan escaping her throat. Her hands wrapping around two other cocks. As Ashley’s attention is taken by the first few men, the overflow fall to you and Daisy.

Daisy whimpers as her breasts are squeezed, suckling men gulping down her milk. Another man lies beneath Daisy, his cock slipping into your sister’s pussy. His hands guide Daisy into tight grinding circles atop his cock. He massages his thumb against Daisy’s puckered asshole, pushing his digit into her as well.

“Fuck my face,” Ashley says, spit dribbling down her chin. Her gags replacing her words.

“I want to feel that tongue wrapped around my dick,” a man says, pulling your attention from your sisters. His thumb presses against your lower lip, guiding you to open your mouth. The pressure on your tongue stings as he guides it free of your mouth. The length of your muscle extending, he guides it once, twice, three times around his shaft. You wince as another grabs your tongue wrapping it around his member as well. Your tongue is wrapped around 3 cocks by the end, as you massage them with it.

Your saliva dripping from them, each coil of tongue stroking along their shafts, gripping, licking, stroking. Their hips buck, fucking the hole made by your coiled tongue. Another man steps forward, not wanting just your tongue, wanting your mouth. His cock depresses your tongue, as it slides into your mouth. Your tongue obviously reaching much further, pressed against the base of his shaft, running along his balls on the path to the coils around the other dicks.

He holds your head steady, thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” he grunts. One of the other cocks throbs between the coils of your tongue, his cum coating the wet pinkness of your tongue. The taste filling your senses as it drips from your tongue to the floor. He is quickly replaced, your tongue recoiling around a fresh cock. A thicker cock.

Your hips are dragged back, a warm liquid poured between your cheeks. The mystery man massages the pucker of your ass with the lube. His cock presses against your asshole, roughly barging into you. You clench, your tongue tightening around every guy along it’s path. Enough to push another over the edge, your tongue coated in cum as your ass is filled with dick.

Your hole is stretched with each invading thrust. Your throat teased by the cock in your mouth, until he finally pushes further, hilting against your face. His balls against your chin, your nose buried in his pubes. He takes slow deliberate thrusts, running his cockhead from your throat to your lips, and back again.

An odd pressure drags your attention to the tip of your tongue. The overwhelming taste of cum, as your tip drags through a thick pool, another tongue swimming alongside yours. As the cock in your mouth pulls back to your lips, you’re able to glance over.

Ashley’s plump lips are wrapped around the width of your tongue. Her face dripping with cum, as she slowly bobs along the length of your tongue. She disappears from view as the man pushes forward blocking line of sight as well as your airway. But you can still feel it, the soft pressure of Ashley’s plumped lips, the taste of every man who came in your sister’s mouth, her tongue gently teasing against yours.

A thought crosses your mind as your throat is invaded. And you extend your tongue, pushing further into Ashley’s mouth. She doesn’t pull away, instead your tongue easily slips further and further. Her throat convulsing around your tongue as she gags, and still she doesn’t pull away.

You wonder how far you could go, but you stop not wanting to taste what Ashley had for dinner. But as you begin your retreat, Ashley’s throat squeezes as she swallows. Every ounce of jizz that rested in her mouth, coats your tongue as it slides down her throat. When you pull free of her mouth, you feel her hand wrap around your tongue stopping you from leaving her completely. Her fingers taste of cum as well, cum and her own sexual fluids.

The taste of cum slowly dissipates as Ashley runs her tongue along yours, cleaning any trace of where the pool of cum had lingered along your tip. Before moving away, out of sight.

Warmth fills your bowels as the man behind you deposits his load deep within you. Another man cumming from your coiled tongue, and another, and another. The man fucking your mouth pulls free of your lips, his throbbing cock inches from your face. Each jet of cum painting the features of your face. And as each man cums, another takes his place. The coils of your tongue, your mouth, some of the men from behind take your pussy rather than your ass, but ultimately as each man cums, another takes his place.

After a while, you feel Ashley’s lips kiss the tip of your tongue once again. You squeeze past, expecting a repeat of earlier. But this time the pool of liquid within is thinner, sweeter, it’s milk? Daisy’s milk you realize. Your tongue twirls with your sister’s tongue, in a pool of your other sister’s milk. Until Ashley finally swallow leaving the lingering sweetness on your tongue.

“Sorry fellas, but it’s time for another break,” a voice calls out. The men who had been holding back, take that as a sign to let loose, a final barrage of cum coating your tongue, face, bowels.

Your tongue feels tight as you pull it back into your mouth. Daisy stumbles over, her legs quivering under her, her skin a mess of spit, cum, and milk. Her tits returning to their normal size. Your tongue’s reach shrinking at each moment as the **** wear off. Ashley’s exaggerated features are fading as well, the anger returning to her gaze.

You return to the group. Yuruki is cleaning off her hands, the same thick gel stuck to her fingers also visible against Jack’s skin. Opal and John are chatting, signs of tears on Opal’s cheeks as she leans against John’s strong chest.

Daisy takes the chance to relax, and you make your way to the buffet. Your mouth feeling dry as your tongue returns to its normal reach. You grab a towel from a table as you pass it, wiping your face clean of any remnants from before. Even now as you gulp down your water, you can feel the soreness along your tongue. Like the strain of a muscle after an extensive workout. And unfortunately, you doubt it’ll get the chance to fully rest as the night is sure to continue.