Steve Accomodates The Request

Tristan dropped his head in shock at the request, Steve and Barry looking to each other as Tristan was lost looking for someone to take lead on a reply.

“PLEASE!” Crystal moaned pulling her shirt up, spilling forth a breast. “I just wanna, see you stroking them… I’ll even show off… ma… bod…”

Stepping forward Steve ripped open his pants revealing the semi hard he already was sporting from the display. “I’ll stroke it, but your going to need someplace for my load when it comes.” Steve crudely remarked, Crystal glancing to a shocked Tristan before trying to looking at Steve's presentation.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Tristan cussed Steve out. “SHE’S FUCKING HIGH OUT OF HER MIND!”

“Dude, she’s asking for it. And when was she last entirely coherent. Bitch has blown cock for blow before.” Steve remarked, confidently citing a story from a biker run night club in the city several years ago.

A night Tristan regretted enabling.

“No. Just NO!” Tristan shouted Barry looking torn between the two friends as Crystal groaned in frustration, quickly jumping to her feet and stripping off her clothes and throwing them at the arguing duet.

“Fuckin' beat the meat boys. I’m telling yas.” Crystal commanded shoving Steve and Tristan over on the couch as she stepped out to the lab for a quick second, dashing back in to **** a kiss on Tristan.

As the kiss continued it became clear they were wrestling with something, Crystal eventually pinning Tristan down by his neck with one hand as another clamped his mouth shut.

“Swallow it bitch.” Crystal commanded Tristan with and angry glare, glancing to the other two guys in the room. “Cocks out boys. I’m not asking again.” Crystal commanded, her voice taking on a new aggressive tone. Crystal's voice was clear, she wasn't asking for some want, she was demanding a need.

Tristan squirmed beneath Crystal’s hold, trying to focus on holding the pill steady with his tongue, ready to spit out. It seemed to want to do nothing but slip around, his diligent thoughts trying to focus on the tablet, as his cock suddenly felt tense and awkwardly bent, his hands wanting to grab the displaced bra covered tits just below the glaring face.

What disturbed Tristan even more than his sudden horniness was the enjoyable taste of the pill on his tongue, the idea of sucking on it as it dissolved dancing through his head as he felt a hand press on the crotch of his jeans and a giggle from Crystal.

“They melt pretty fast. I don’t think I even got a chance to swallow mine.” Crystal remarked proudly, loosening her grip just enough that Tristan shoved her off of him.

Parading her curvy form back to her chair she sat down spread legged, a hand resuming work on her clit as she watched Steve stand up and step towards her with his cock at full mast.

“Tell me what you think about to get so hard.” Crystal pleadingly moaned staring deep into Steve’s eyes, in all honesty she never found anything attractive about the rather goofy looking genitals of men. But he was hard, which was enough for Crystal right now... Almost.

“I’m thinking about the feel of your lips around my cock, and seeing if your tongue is as skilled as I think it is. Before cumming across your face in front of everyone like the whore I know you want to be.” Steve’s vulgar words and opinions would’ve been enough to turn Crystal not just off, but violent under normal circumstances. Yut something about his candid desires strummed on Crystal's core pressing her ever closer to climax, as she felt her mouth suddenly watering at the idea of a dirty cock between her lips.

“Mmm.. I can almost taste that dirty cock, slipping gently past my lips. Clamping tight around its head as my tongue explores its contours, lapping at your precum.” Crystal groaned in a sultry husky pitch lolling her head to one side and closing her eyes, biting her lip she tried to deny the thought of being skanky enough to fuck all three of the guys at once.

Barrie meanwhile just sat there, mouth agape in shock and surprise as Steve stood before Crystal stroking himself. Tristan rocked back and forth slightly on the couch eyeing Steve and Crystal.

“Let’s see your tits.” Steve blatantly stated, his words causing a spike in arousal and moaning from Crystal as she awkwardly remover the bra, mauling a soft somewhat flimsy now fully exposed breast with a hand.

“Let’s see that tongue.” Steve then uttered grunting in delight as Crystal leaned forward, still fingering herself, pressing her tits together groping them, and stuck out her tongue. Holding it out, as if inviting him to stroke his cock across it.

Crystal was amazed she was just doing this, the euphoric fire in her mind and body seeming to only burn hotter with each word, each action. She yearned for Steve to just take advantage of her, despite always having wanted a deeper relationship with Tristan more.

That didn’t matter right now though, she needed to be fucked. Pure, simple, primal.

“Go on, you know you want to use me.” Crystal lewdly remarked with a psychotic smile looking past Steve, past the rocking Tristan, to lock eyes with Barry. “You all do.”