Another race

Once you all are inside the house, you follow Kerry to the living room. Once there she orders you and Marge to strip. Slowly you comply. Out of the corner of your eye you notice that Marge has also followed orders. Even though she is a bit chubby, she is cute. You had never noticed how big and firm her tits were.

"On your knees!" Anya orders.

The both of you drop to the carpet. Your cock is beginning to stir again.

Anya and Kerry whisper to each other and then move toward you. They both slowly strip off their clothing. You can't take your eyes off them - they are both beautiful. Firm tits, hard nipples, and flat bellies. Kerry stands in front of you. You star up into her shaven pussy. Anya has moved in front of Marge.

"We've got another race for you two losers," Anya sneers. "You're going to lick our pussies. Whoever gets one of us off first, wins. The loser will pay!"

Kerry pushed her pussy into your face. "Lick it good, Paulie!" she orders. "I hate to lose.!

You begin licking up and down the slit. It soon is wet and slick. Kerry's pussy begins to open. Your tongue pushes past the opening and into the warm tunnel. "Higher!" Kerry orders. "Lick here! Lick me clit!" She points to the growning knob just about her pussy slit.

You move your tongue out of Kerry's pussy and start licking her clit. She moans in pleasure. You must be doing it right. You can hear slurping from the other side of the room. Anya is moaning and urging Marge to suck harder. You get an idea. Your lips encircle Kerry's clit and you suck the hard knob into your mouth. Sucking her clit, you lash it with the tip of your tongue. Kerry grabs the back of your head and forces it harder against her pussy.

"Oh, shit, yeah!" she cries.

"Oh, GOD! COMING!" you hear Ayna's cry from across the room. You continue sucking and lashing Kerry's clit.

"Yes! That's it, Paulie, boy! Oh, DAMN! YESSSSSS!" Kerry moans and drops back onto the couch. Your face is dripping with the her juices.

Anya is standing across the room. She gives you a wicked smile. "You lost, Paulie. Time for your punishment!"

Anya disappears up the stairs but quickly returns with a black gym bag. She puts the bag on the couch and opens it. "Now which one should we choose?" She smiles again. You don't like the look of that smile. You look at Kerry.

"Too bad, Paulie, boy," she looks into your eyes. "You have some talent in that tongue, but you lost the race, so you have to pay."