Chapter 19: Have a Taste

Continued from chapter 18:

Naomi's entire body goes rigid. Her back arches so sharply that only her heels and head touch the mattress. Her vaginal walls seize in violent, crushing contractions, clamping down on my pulsing length as she floods me with her own slick heat. Her scream dissolves into a series of broken, melodic wails.

"EEEEEE! YES! YES! OH GOD, EROS!" she cries out.

Keila doesn't stop. She keeps the rhythm steady, her palm landing with firm thuds against Naomi's quivering globes, ensuring the stimulation carries her through the crashing waves of her release. Naomi's legs shake uncontrollably, her toes curling tightly as she drowns in the dual sensations of my seed filling her and the stinging bliss radiating across her skin.

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As the final ripples of Naomi's orgasm subside, her body collapses forward against mine, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to my chest. She breathes in ragged, shallow gasps, her eyes unfocused and glassy. Keila slows the spanking to soft, soothing pats, her hand stroking Naomi's flushed bottom cheeks as she leans forward to press a tender kiss to her temple.

"There we go... easy now, sweetie," Keila whispers softly, her voice thick with affection. "You did so well."

While Naomi catches her breath, Keila slowly unties my ankles, but leaves my hands bound. She walks out of sight, and I hear the jingling and jangling of straps and buckles as she secures a strap-on harness to her hips.

Naomi, regaining her composure, slides off me and then climbs up my body, straddling my face. My creamy release dangles from her folds as she settles her weight over my nose and mouth. She smiles down at me, and I feel Keila lift my feet, bringing my lower back off the mattress as she holds my ankles up in the diaper position, resting them on her bare shoulders. Her warm brown hands stroke my bottom, out of sight.

The scent of Naomi's arousal, combined with the lingering aroma of our recent climax, fills my nostrils. She grinds her hips experimentally, letting the excess fluid drip onto my chin before settling into a slow, possessive sway.

"Open wide, baby boy," Naomi commands, her voice dropping to a sultry growl. "Have a taste of what you gave me."

She begins to bob her hips, taking my tongue into her dripping heat. Behind her, Keila holds my legs wide, her fingers tracing patterns across my exposed perineum and the sensitive skin surrounding my anus. She watches with intense focus as Naomi uses my face as her personal seat, her thumb occasionally grazing the tight ring of my entrance.

I feel warm lubrication pressed into my winking bottom hole, followed by pressure as Keila pushes into me. My hips buck slightly as I drink from Naomi, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of our mingled release—my own creampie mixed with her gushing juices.

Naomi's muffled moans vibrate against my face as I drink every last drop, her hips working in a steady, grinding motion that keeps my mouth occupied with her overflowing sweetness. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in my hair, guiding my head to ensure I receive every drop of the mixture coating her folds.

"Mmm... good boy," Naomi murmurs. "Keep drinking... mmph..."

Behind me, Keila applies a firm, insistent pressure as she begins to sink the girth of the strap-on into my tight channel. My body tenses instinctively, but her warm hands remain steady on my thighs, grounding me. She pauses halfway, allowing my muscles to stretch and accommodate the intrusion before continuing her descent.

"Relax for me, darling," Keila says gently. "Let it in... just breathe."

Keila begins to move, pegging me with a slow, deliberate rhythm as she glides in and out. Each thrust taps my prostate, and my penis rises to somewhere between limp and total hardness. Keila coats my shaft with lubrication as she begins to stroke me gently, her touch reverent and caring.

Naomi whimpers, moans, and growls as I eat her, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

Keila maintains a punishingly perfect rhythm, the silicone shaft driving deep with every thrust to strike my prostate dead center. Each impact is punctuated by the sharp, echoing slap of her palm against my buttocks, creating a sensory overload that keeps my nervous system firing rapidly. Her free hand works my semi-hard length with expert precision, layering slick lubricant over my skin to maximize the glide.

"You're doing so beautifully for us, sweetheart," Keila says warmly. "Just take it."

Above me, Naomi is losing her battle with restraint. Her hips move erratically, abandoning grace for raw, animalistic hunger. She clamps her thighs tightly around my ears, burying her face in the crook of my neck as she barks out ragged, desperate sounds.

I moan, my penis reacting, twitching, as a gentle flow of pleasure drips out of me. Keila continues to tap my prostate, pegging me, spanking me with care. Naomi crests, letting go, flooding my mouth with the remainder of our mingled release as I lap greedily.

Naomi's body seizes once more, her spine arching violently as a fresh wave of ecstasy crashes over her. She bites down hard on my shoulder to stifle a scream, her internal muscles squeezing my cock in frantic, uneven pulses. The overflow from her previous climax spills forth anew, mixing with her current torrent of arousal as she forces me to swallow every bit of the decadent cocktail.

"Mmph! Oh god... take it... take it all!" she cries out.

Her thighs tremble with exhaustion, yet she refuses to pull away, pinning my head firmly beneath her drenched folds. Behind me, the relentless pace of Keila's thrusts sends jolts of electricity directly to my prostate. The combination of Naomi's suffocating wetness and Keila's precise, rhythmic penetration pushes me toward a precipice of overwhelming sensation.

To be continued in chapter 20...