You can always back out

Thrust, thrust, thrust...

You instinctively back away from the show. Not quite ready for this kind of involvement, you begin to back away but Samantha grabs hold of you before you can get very far.

She pulls you in for a powerful hungry kiss and pushes you back onto the couch before her. The cushions feel soft against your bare skin as you fall haphazardly. You're confused and before you can react she leans forward and yanks your white lace panties to the side. Your legs are thrown wide and she dives down on you with an uncontrollable passion all while still being pounded by Ren from behind. Her head thrusting her tongue into your wet cunt with each thrust that Ren pushes into her. Her voice reverberating as she moans, adding to the excitement. Your eyes roll back and you begin to experience the most intense pleasure you've ever imagined.

"Oo oo oh, ye ah ah ah ," She screams out as her head is bounced into your pussy over and over. She grabs hold of your thighs to help maintain her position. Her tongue licking furiously. You never knew you could be so sensitive, yet you only want more as you hear yourself begin to moan in short whimpers. Your whole body begins trembling, full of exhilaration. You reach down and grab hold of her head and **** her to eat your pussy. You want your pussy licked. You need it. This burning desire within is flowing to the top and she's going to bring you there.

Your eyes stray up to meet Ren's as he flashes a huge smile at you. Hips swaying back and forth just as Sam's face plunges in and out of your pussy. That constant smack, smack, smack, of bodies slamming together. You can't help but smile back feeling ever so great. Your mind wanders, if only for a second, what it would be like to have him fucking you instead of her but you're pulled back to the present as this building sensation intensifies within, feeling her tongue run from your clit to your entrance and back, over and over. You begin to buck your hips against her, working in rhythm. The three of you looking like some strange multi-limbed sexual organ performing a symphony of moans and grunts.

You're voice uncontrollably wails out as your knees convulse, squeezing Sam's head as this immense rush of heat flows down and out through your pussy. "YEEEEES!" you scream out as you pull her head towards you even more, as if inviting her to become one with you while you cum, arching back, your eyes roll and you surrender to your body's whims. Your pussy quivers with hot energy as you cum. "YES!"

Samantha slows her licks and just then Ren slaps her ass and tells her to turn around as he pulls out of her soaking pussy. She raises her head, grins at you, and turns. Immediately she drops to her knees before Ren. Her mouth latching on to his swollen dick and sucking fast and deep. One hand stroking him, the other playing with his balls as he smiles and begins to raise his head toward heaven.

You lay back and watch as she works his dick with skill. Your own body recovering from the expanse of sensations you've just experienced. You can do little but stare at her performance. Licking, sucking, tasting. Her own juices intermixed with his. She sucks more and more, back and forth her head bobs, all while still showing such delight in her work. And maybe because you hadn't expected anything like this you notice you're becoming entranced with her work, with her sucking, with that cock in her mouth. The veins throbbing along the shaft as she inhales him. The wet shine of her spit. The sheer girth of his rigid staff.

She pulls back, still stroking him, but she turns to look directly at you. Her face wet with sexual fluid, looking like a debased slut, she smiles and she beckons you forth. But before you can question you find yourself pulled toward her. Kneeling next to her as she kisses you. One hand still stroking him, the other caressing your long red hair. She tastes astounding. Her tongue working yours just as skillfully as she worked his dick. And then she guides you toward it. Towards that pulsing, thick, cock. Wet with her saliva and coated in pre-cum. She nudges you more, stroking it, pointing it directly at you.

You're kneeling there, your thoughts racing. The cock stares back. A strand of pre-cum slowly dripping from the tip to the floor, eagerly awaiting. You notice that you are licking your own lips as you stare at it. There's a certain scent too. That musk is full of lust and desire and stirs this new urge from somewhere deep within you.

You look back to Sam, nervous and unsure, she gestures toward the cock with a devious smile.