Long Live the Quean

Pleasure rippled through the blonde’s nubile, teen body as the cock entered her again. She could feel herself taking his whole length, his balls smacking against her raised ass as he buried himself to the hilt, thrusting forward with such ferocity that their hips and thighs collided with a sweaty, fleshy clap as loud as thunder. Victoria wondered how it didn’t shake the house, feeling herself tremble as the beginnings of her orgasm rumbled inside her core. And she was being asked to relinquish this cock…no way. Any other time, Victoria might be happy to be magnanimous, but the warm, tingling sensation coursing through her body had made her greedy.

Victoria shook her head and wrapped her legs around Kurt, her ankles crossed upon the small of his back, pulling him tight against her mound, feeling him deep. Amidst moans, she exclaimed, “don’t you dare take this cock out.”

Kurt laughed, breathlessly, as he fucked her slightly faster, his body slamming again against her raised thighs. He made an apologetic shrug towards Kendra, and said, “Nope, sorry, looks like Victoria won my cock and now she’s keeping it. But, if you can’t have my dick, maybe I can get you off with my hand? How about that, Vic?”

“Noooo,” the blonde whined as she placed her hands over his, his grip still on her thighs as he rocked his hips forward and back. “I want to feel your hands on my body. I love how you pull me on to cock as you push it in deep. Fuuuck.”

The blonde boy smirked, enjoying how honest Victoria was with herself when she was this close to climaxing. His cock throbbed inside her tunnel, squeezed by her walls. But there was still the issue of Kendra, sitting nearby, looking disheartened as every opportunity for her to get involved was shot down, the possibility of her own orgasm growing more distant as Victoria’s neared. But, even if Victoria didn’t want to divide his attention, begging to be his sole focus, there may still have been a way for the older brunette to be included.

“Well, if I can’t help her out, what about you?” Kurt suggested, panting slightly from the work out his hips were getting, sawing his cock in and out of Victoria’s hole. “Kendra here could throw a leg over your face and you could use your tongue-”

“I…I want…I want to see you fuck me,” Victoria admitted, her head turned slightly to one side, damp hair spread over the bedsheet, glancing up at him with delirious, half closed eyes, the emerald iris beneath shimmering as she stared up into his face. “I want to watch you drive yourself into me. I want to watch your masculine body take me. I want to see how happy fucking my pussy makes you.”

“Oh, it makes me so happy, I swear. Your insides are so wet and tight, it’s like I can feel every silky part of you wrapped around my dick. It truly is the best,” Kurt praised her in return, fucking her harder as she inspired his lust to new heights. Turning his eyes up, he saw Kendra lying back on the bed, heartbroken at being denied for the third time. “Sorry, I guess you’ll just have to get yourself off instead.”

That wasn’t a difficult suggestion for Kendra to fulfill. Lying on the bed beside Victoria, mirroring the blonde teen with her legs wide and begging for a man to fill the space between, her hand had already slipped between her thighs, her fingers softly caressing her lips and feeling her wetness coat her digits. Stroking, teasing herself in order to lure Kurt over to her hole. But it hadn’t worked. Kurt kept pumping himself into Victoria, remained between the other girl’s legs, leaving Kendra with nothing to do but get herself off.

Though it was her only recourse though, being permitted to do so sent a shiver down her spine as she felt herself leaking arousal. Her body begging for something to fill her hole but being told that all she would get was her fingers was disappointing, but it was the disappointment that made her body feel hot like molten rock. The denial, the rejection by Victoria and Kurt’s willingness to go along with it, showing that he really would rather be fucking Victoria, upset and frustrated the older brunette, the feelings twisting in her gut and making her desperation for release all the more intense.

Her hand began to move faster, her fingers circling her lips, beginning to roughly tug and pull them as she realized that this was all she was going to get tonight. If she were to give herself the orgasm she wanted, softly petting herself just wasn’t going to cut it. Her hand rubbed her whole mound, feeling her clit and hole being teased even as her hand only focused on her lips for now. A gasp escaped her lips as sensations fired out of the nerve endings between her legs and shot into the rest of her body, her hips bucking slightly, betraying the fact that she was indeed getting off on this but wanted so much more.

She looked to Kurt and Victoria, wondering if they had noticed her need, wondered if perhaps seeing her desperation would encourage compassion. But Kurt and Victoria weren’t even paying her any attention. They continued to rut together, Kurt bent over slightly now as he thrust himself into her, his hands on her hips, her hers wrapped around his neck, her legs still around his hips, he having moved one knee onto the bed for better leverage. They were looking into each other’s eyes, whispering, muttering to each other, praising each other and offering themselves to other’s body.

Kendra might as well have not even been in the room for all the attention she was afforded by the pair fucking right beside her. Her arousal meant nothing to them. They couldn’t hear her gasps, whether of frustration or pleasure. Right now, she didn’t exist to them. Fly on the wall didn’t even cut it. At least people notice a buzzing or attempt to swat the fly away. She was the paint on the walls. So inconsequential as to not even matter. One could walk into the room and walk out again and never remember what color the walls were. When they left this room, Kendra imagined that they would forget that she had even been there.

That might have been horribly depressing for her it weren’t intensely arousing. The very fact that Kurt was choosing to fuck Victoria and actively ignoring her was making her body tingle just as much as her finger on her lower lips. That he had given so much control to Victoria, that she got to decide whether to share him, the whole situation drove Kendra towards her orgasm, her mind spiraling until she could barely think straight. And getting off on being ignored, at being bested, it made her feel so dirty, so freaky, so perverted, labels that only pulled her further, deeper, into the abyss.

She was both disgusted and reveled in her perversion. She forbade herself from looking, and yet still stole glances at their bodies pressed upon the other, arms and legs so entangled it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended, her eyes lingering where they were connected, where his cock sheathed itself inside her, watching it enter and withdraw, bathed anew in her juices every time. Kendra wanted that, but had to make do with her fingers, sliding them down, parting her labia and pressing in four fingers all at once, trying to match his girth.

Another loud moan erupted from her throat, half throwing back her head as her fingers pushed inside, emulating Kurt’s passionate thrusts. Lowering her head, she squinted open her eyes, looking at the couple again, and feeling her juices gush over her own hand as once again her lust went completely ignored. Not that she blamed them, as they continued to fuck, drawing each other towards their combined and simultaneous climax. Kendra had only herself, only her own hand to bring herself to the finish line, only her hand and her pervert heart that skipped a beat when she was so utterly rejected.

Kendra noticed that Kurt’s hips were moving faster now. He was getting ready, building up, fucking Victoria with insistence as he sought to bring about her orgasm. Lowering her eyes, she saw Kurt’s heavy balls swing with his thrusts, slapping with a wet, sweaty smack against Victoria’s ass, her hips raised to meet him. And as Kendra watched she saw his balls twitch, impatient to be emptied. She thought of him creaming Victoria, how it would feel to have that hot, sticky substance make a mess of her pussy and how it would never be. His cock was in her, her legs were wrapped around him, they were inseparable.

Her fingers pushed inside her hole, rapidly fingering herself to match Kurt’s pace, but she couldn’t keep up. He seemed inhuman, watching his persistently, consistently, ramming his cock inside Victoria without ever tiring, like a machine. Kendra’s fingers began to cramp and her wrist ached but she pushed herself on, wanting her release as much as they wanted theirs. But somehow, Kurt seemed to find some energy from somewhere and fucked Victoria faster still. The blonde knew he would cum soon too, begging him to give it to her, half screaming it, amidst exclaims that her own orgasm was close. It was all Kendra could do just to keep up.

Then it happened. They came together. Victoria announced her climax, even though Kendra could clearly see it in the tightening of her muscles, the way the blonde clung to Kurt as if in fear for her life, her back arching, skin prickling, spasms that made her entire body twitch. Kurt gave no such indication. The only way Kendra knew that he had cum, apart from a single, drawn out grunt, was the white of his seed leaking out around his cock as he continued to plunge it into her, drawing out their orgasms for as long as possible. She watched as his cum, too much it seemed to be adequately held inside her pussy along with his length, dribbled down over her ass, pooling and staining the bed sheets beneath.

Seeing them cum so clearly in front of her, even with her there beside them, not even caring, was all it took to push Kendra over the edge. Her own body rippled and shook, her own muscles tightening, clinging to the duvet in lieu of a person. Her skin felt cold and flush, her back involuntarily bent back as a cry, a third, louder than any before, passed her lips. Unlike Victoria and Kurt’s orgasms, which had been vividly attended by Kendra, no one took any notice of hers. She came, by herself, by her own hand, staining the sheets with her own juices, before falling back, exhausted.

Kurt rolled off Victoria and lay between the girls on the bed, huffing to catch his breath and hearing Victoria do the same. Slowly, his head turned to Kendra, acknowledging her for the first time in almost twenty minutes.

“How did I do?” he asked, elaborating as he saw Kendra’s post-orgasmic expression give way to confusion. “I remember you said you were turned on by this kind of thing, but I was worried I was a little too harsh at times.”

Kendra leaned over, one hand on Kurt’s cheek as she brought her face close, pressing her mouth to his in a deep, grateful, kiss. Parting, she told him, “It was amazing, you were perfect, both of you…” Kendra raised herself up to look over at Victoria, chuckling when she saw that the girl, so utterly wiped from her orgasm, had fallen asleep, her panting breaths having become soft, gentle snores. Looking back at Kurt, she remarked, “looks like someone really did a number on sleeping beauty here.”

Victoria slept peacefully, a dreamless rest that flowed from the comfort and security she felt in that moment. She had teased and been teased, eventually fucked and finally brought to orgasm and fantastically the world hadn’t ended. There was no urge to run back to Shawn, to be his slut. All she needed was here in this cabin with her friends and perhaps some more than friends. She began to feel at ease in her body and in her mind again, the dark cloud above her head dissipating for the first time in days.