Rachel, with a plan.

I crawled over to Rachel, though I felt a little ridiculous with my erection swaying. She asked, "what do you have in mind?"

I didn't answer, but looked up at the beauties on the couch.

"Say no more. But will you help me get this dumb dress off?"

She turned so I could unzip past her bum, then she stood to drop it to the floor. The petite woman loomed over me in black fishnet stockings that stopped mid-thigh. Her clit piercing was peeking through the hairs of her trim bush. Absentmindedly I reached for her thighs, above the stockings, drifted up to her small bottom. She didn't stop me. My face was close enough that I could smell the feminine heat coming from her sex.

Rachel parted her legs, and I tasted her. The combination of metal and her own flavor hit some sort of erotic nerve with me. I completely forgot about our audience, grabbed the bottle of lube, palmed some, and started stroking.

"Mmm" Rachel hummed. "I taught you well. But we'll come back to this." She pushed my head away, and turned me toward the couch.

"We're going to go down on you now, ladies. I hope that's OK."

Corrine looked past us to Amy, who arched her eyebrows as if to say, "do you need more of an invitation?" Out loud, she chided, "Fucking go for it."