Go for the surfer dude and then cum inside the girl

(AN: Some gay stuff happens in this chapter. All future instances will also come with disclaimers like this one.)

Normally I'd be a bit more hesitant about this, but the Release changes everything. There's absolutely no social ramifications for dude-on-dude action anymore. No persecution, no rationalization, no coming out of the closet, no partaking in any of that dumb 'gay culture'... Nothing like that is necessary. So, why not throw caution to the wind and experiment to my heart's content? I tell Dahlia: "Wait, don't let him cum yet." She pauses the blowjob and slurs with her mouth full of drool and precum: "Hm? Changed your mind-?"

Before moving on, I pull the blonde's shorts down to her thighs, making her panties follow right behind, just because I can. I just really needed to see her cunt before doing this. It's... Actually not the prettiest one. Dahlia's is much nicer. That clit piercing does little to make the well-used and loosened slit more appealing. It's as if it's telling me: 'Hey, wouldn't you rather suck that cock over there? It's neater, for sure more hygienic, maybe even a better fit...' Makes me reconsider my plans a little. I'll see if her ass looks more fuckable. I do as the pussy 'suggests' and turn around, getting right next to Dahlia. She smiles and waits to see what I'm planning.

My first dick. Here we go. I stare down the shaft while it nearly pokes at my nose, admiring how close to the edge my new girlfriend here has brought it. It's throbbing and leaking like faulty pipework about to burst. I can barely pay attention to the fact that it's attached to someone, because that someone doesn't even acknowledge that I'm here. Getting an idea, I interrupt the conversation the three are having by interjecting: "Hey. You guys. Hello." They look down one after the other, the so-far quiet turtlenecked youth being the first to open his mouth: "Um... Hi? Need something?" Great, I can still catch the attention of the non-Released. I continue, looking up at the surfer bro in particular: "I was wondering, what's your name?" He's shivering and has some trouble responding: "W-William. Will for short." I nod and question: "Alright, Will. You wouldn't mind if I went down on you and swallowed your cumload, would you?" Will shakes his head in confusion: "Uh, no. It would be a welcome relief right now, actually. Why you ask?" Dahlia is growing visibly impatient. She's giving me looks that let me know that if I won't hurry up, she's gonna take Will's willy instead. I keep asking: "Will... Are you gay, by any chance? Or bi?" He closes his eyes and thinks: "...No, I don't think so." This is really entertaining. I leave off with one final question: "So why are you letting me blow you?" He shrugs: "It's not like I'm that into it, I just don't really mind. You can do whatever."

That's all I needed to hear. I hug his pelvis and wrap my arms around it, grabbing his hips for support, preparing to taste him. It doesn't take me long to get brave enough to go down on him, gently letting the head of his dick fall onto my tongue. I wince a little from the alkaline taste, but keep going anyway, taking it deeper until it's as far in as I can comfortably handle. I hold my head still and revel in the novel feeling of that massive fleshy organ, exploring every corner of it with my tongue. As expected, Will groans loudly as his orgasm starts, and I apply suction onto his member while my eyes roll back and my mind goes blank. I feel the first throb launch a blob of cum at my tonsils, nearly making me gag, but I persist, taking in the second, and then the third, and the fourth throbs, swallowing gently to keep the stream flowing. The feeling is incredible, this manhood so lovingly lodged into my welcoming maw, which eagerly provides enough pleasure to it to milk it dry. It's not like I managed to take him very deep, but that's really not necessary right now. He looks like he enjoyed it, contrary to his stated orientation. I know I did. Dunno if he's ever gonna be with an another guy again, but something tells me this incident won't stay and haunt him. I pull off the cock and jerk it off just enough to let the final drops of cum land on my face, wanting the full experience right off the bat.

Dahlia stares at my painted cheeks, first in silence and then with her hand over her mouth, giggling a little. Seems I got carried away. Will is starting to soften up again, so I leave him at peace. Dahlia cleans up after me, licking off whatever is left on his dick and then pulling his shorts back up. I leave the few strings of cum where they are on my face, licking my lips while savoring the unfamiliar taste, trying to piece together what kind of beast I've awakened within by doing this. I look down at my own cock, which is still unsatisfied. I bet I could fuck Will's ass right now and he wouldn't even blink, but I'd rather leave that next-level act for an another time. Instead, I get behind the blonde girl and do as I intended, spreading her butt and taking a look at her pucker. No lube to go with and it looks far too tight for a dry entry, God damn it. I lick it a few times, even suckle on it, making the blonde whine like a bitch in heat, hoping to provide at least some lubrication.

Then, when I least expect it, she steps away from my face! Leaving me and Dahlia for the dead, the three friends say their goodbyes to each other and then go off on their separate ways. Curiously, the blonde doesn't even bother pulling her pants back up, instead keeping them at her thighs where I left them, presenting her pierced pussy and relatively flat ass to the open air. Whatever, she wasn't that appealing anyway. So it's not like I as a Released can somehow **** them to stay there for as long as I toy with them. I guess I could follow one of them and wait until they stop, but I honestly can't be arsed what with how many other interesting flavors there are all around me. Plus, I don't want to leave Dahlia behind or drag her along someplace she's not interested in. Speaking of her, she's sitting there on the floor with a calm expression; seems she's used to this happening. I wonder if we'll ever see Will and company again.

Come to think of it, Dahlia still looks pretty horny, and I'd love to finish together with her. I adjust my collar and dare to ask: "Um, so... Wanna fuck?" She bounces forward and hugs me, nearly making me fall over from my crouching position, and gleefully comments: "Oh, Lewis, I thought you'd never ask!" Somehow she's far more exciting to me than any of the non-Released. The fact that she's one of the only people in the world who can actually feel the emotion of the act makes it all so much more... Special. I let her straddle me and put pressure onto my cock with her vulva, after which she looks right into my eyes and lowers her generous hips all the way down, taking the entirety of my length in at once. I groan and look around as we start having sex in the middle of this mall, occasionally getting a few indifferent looks from I-don't-know-whos. It doesn't take me long to assume control, throwing my jacket off and grabbing Dahlia's body in a tight hug, letting her fall onto her back, upon which I start pumping into her like it's the last fuck of my life. Her thick stockings feel incredible against my legs, her easy access getup leaving me ample room to work with. Her moans reminding me of an air-raid siren, she starts cumming there and then, which I'm more than happy to accentuate by thrusting slower and deeper. At this point the smooth stone floor is getting a bit uncomfortable, but I brave through it well enough. It's been a couple of weeks since I last got some pussy, and that was from Chelsey, leaving a sour memory. Sex with Dahlia seems like a new beginning altogether, like a glorious fanfare celebrating the start of a new, better life. I feel my orgasm approach, and without any hesitation, thrust balls-deep into Dahlia's snatch and unload into her, gritting my teeth as I wheeze. I've wanted this ever since I first saw her. Well, maybe after she was done with her pissing business. She pulls me in for a kiss, so to play along, I let my jaws fall loose and make out with her, Will's cum smearing between our faces.

We stay in that position for a minute or two, breathing heavily while enjoying each others' warmth. Neither of us knows what to say, I reckon. I'm the first to break the relative silence with: "Let's go sit down, somewhere more comfortable." She vocalizes in agreement and lets go of me so I can pull out of her, and so I do, a bit of my cum running out of her onto the floor. Hope no one slips on it. Her sweater remains more or less unsoiled, amazingly, but her stockings took a bit of collateral damage. We pull ourselves together enough to get onto the bench I was sitting on earlier, but not without me first picking my jacket back up off the floor and putting it on. I check to see if my keys or phone fell out of its pockets, but luckily not. Will's cum is still sitting there and is now getting a little bit uncomfortable, so I take a napkin out of one of the jacket's pockets and wipe my face clean with it, also brushing away the few stains that got onto Dahlia's. I lean onto her shoulder and say with a muted voice: "I'm glad I could finish inside you." She smiles and nods, wiping her nose.