SSS 2 - Distract and Dispose

You pull Bian toward yourself so you can whisper in her ear.

“We need to pull a fast one so she doesn’t die.”

Bian catches your eye and nods before Taytum pulls her back.

“I heard that,” she says. She did not hear that.

“Sure,” you say, crawling across Bian to get on top of Taytum, who looks taken aback, but game. “Sexual favors,” you tell her.

She snorts. “Right,” she says as you disappear under the sheets. It’s not exactly subtle, but even Taytum’s strong tolerance won’t let her drink real liquor straight from the bottle without some tipsiness. You don’t need to be subtle.

In a different mood, you might take your time with this. Taytum has a sexy body. You like every part of her, especially her tattoos and smooth belly.

She has a light, but rough stubble down there, which is not ideal for oral sex, but you’re a trooper. Teasing would just waste time. You get between her legs and drag your tongue up her slit.

The reaction is about what you expect. Taytum acts tough and she can drink like a monster, but in the sack, she’s even girlier than Bian. She lets out a sharp gasp and her legs open, then squeeze your head. You grab them and go to work, licking at her outer lips with enough pressure to tease, but not enough to satisfy. You avoid her clit at all costs.

Bian yanks the sheet off because she wants to see, but you stay focused on your work. Taytum smells like the motel’s soap at the moment, but that’s going to change. The gooier she gets, the more this room will smell like a strip club. You don’t mind that.

Her fat clit starts to peek out, and you give it a spiteful single lick.

Taytum cries out, but that’s immediately muffled. You look up to see Bian’s smooth, perfect back in front of you as she straddles Taytum’s face. There’s a clatter as Taytum sets her bottle aside, then her hands appear, squeezing Bian’s cute little tush.

Bian’s doing her part. You abandon Taytum’s pussy and get to your feet, wiping your mouth and going to the stash on the desk.

You open a shot of vodka and drink it, then open the next three and toss their contents in the fake plant as Bian’s breathing gets louder behind you. You open the fifth vodka and pour it all over your chest. Taytum will smell it and think you actually drank them all. She’ll love that. You leave the beer alone and return to bed, walking on your knees to Bian and bringing her into a passionate kiss.

Then you come to your senses and break it, looking at the wall in panic. You pull Bian off Tatyum, whose face shines with her juices. You hold a finger to your lips and point again.

“Wait. Wait. We’re traumatizing the kid,” you whisper.

The TV has gotten louder in the next room; the parents are trying to drown you out. But no TV can drown out Taytum and Bian if the three of you get really frisky.

Taytum scowls, but rolls her eyes in acquiescence. Bian is less conscientious. She vanishes under the sheets, and you know where she’s going. You have ****. You flop down beside Taytum, grab her face, and seal her lips with yours before Bian can start eating her out.

Taytum gets weak when she’s really feeling it, so you have no trouble smothering her voice. She moans into your mouth as she cums, and you hold her, listening to the sheets rustle and the muffled TV sounds from the next room.

You pull back and look down at her. She’s in another world. Bian emerges, trying not to laugh as she sees Taytum’s face. You both watch as Taytum’s eyes close.

Bian, of course, is far from finished. So are you.

Take Bian to the other bed?

Or do it here next to Taytum?