Tally-Ho!

John tore out of the parking lot in search of an ATM. It didn’t take me long to get bored.

I started to move in Chuck’s lap, just twitching really, in a slow, easy rhythm. Then I started to roll my hips. Chuck definitely twitched then, and I responded by really grinding back and forth, trying to keep that covered man-meat between my cheeks but pushing against it.

My hand in Frank’s lap was busy as well. My fingers started teasing up and down. When he responded, I traced the edges of his erection as I wet my lips. The pressure varied as I alternated between ghosting fingertips, teasing circles, and gently squeezing.

My palm in Don’s lap lost its coherence when Frank got a hand under my skirt and started teasing my cunt. I leaned back against Chuck, bucking my hips against his lap and Frank’s fingers. I had been hot for the past half-hour and it was only getting worse. When the tips of Frank’s fingers brushed against my clit, I came. It was small orgasm, but the first of many to come.

I chanced a glance at Don, and when I saw the tent in his lap, I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I was dimly aware that we were stopping (as it turned out John had reached an ATM), but I didn’t pay any particular attention to anything except taking hold of Don’s zipper with my right hand and tugging out his cock with my left.

I could feel a lot. Chuck’s cock was jammed between my ass cheeks. Frank had two fingers pumping in and out. Now, I felt Don’s cock passing between my lips as I tasted precum.

I got my fingers around the base of his cock and pressed my face down his shaft. I couldn’t reach the base but I worked my fingers back and forth along the bare stretch. Bent over his lap, I didn’t have a lot of room to be creative, but I know that he appreciated what I could do. I was interested in seeing what got a reaction. I knew that most anything was good as long as I didn’t bite, but I wanted to expand my cock-sucking repertoire. I was now an official whore, in addition to being the fucktoy-designate of Madison Valley and a future, featured attraction of the Phi-Kapa-Deltas’ party.

As I slowly eased my lips back up his length, I found that I could really reach a lot of Don with my tongue. Rotating my head from side to side as I lapped around his dick, things quickly got sloppy. My hand became slick as I worked him over with my fingers and lips. When my lips reach the head, I held him there, bathing the tip. I treated him to the contrast between my tongue’s rough, firm top, and its soft, wet underside, that seemed to just roll over him.

I held Don’s there as I rode out another mini-orgasm, courtesy of Frank. Then I slammed my face back down Don’s fuckstick. I did it again and again, slowly working my way up before thrusting down, taking a little more each time.

I am confident that I would have reached the base if he hadn’t gone off with my lips halfway down.

As it was, I concentrated on sealing my lips around him as he shot against the back of my throat. His cum was splattering the inside of my mouth, but gravity was against me. I had to work fast, gulping it down before it dribbled past my lips. So much for letting it collect in one big mouthful.

In the end, after giving his a cock an open-mouthed bath, I got most of Don’s cum. There was nothing to be done about the last film of cum, sweat, and spit. As I swallowed the last thick beads of his seed, I stared at Don’s cock, glistening and reeking of everything that I had become since five o’clock.

Between the smell, the taste, and Frank’s busy fingers, I came again.

A/N: I am attempting to balance my impression that Katie has undergone a complete and irreversible change, without implying too much experience. I do think that Gethsemane envisioned Katie as a prodigy of a slut but I am trying to balance her enthusiasm and natural talent with her dearth of experience. Hopefully this makes some sense. Hopefully as well, the repeated references to the original story and the moments of reflection are not too heavy-handed. Thoughts?