You cum, they eat your ass, you like it

Cool as a cucumber, you tell the shoe store clerk and the girls, "Here's what I like, now, when someone's eating on me..."

Louise, Clara, Colleen and the clerk hang on your every word. At least as long as you're talking. Blonde Louise has a nervous hunger in her face. Her eyes flit back and forth, coming back again and again to your honeypot. Brunette Clara gives you a confident gaze, her eyes sweeping up to your face and down to your beaver. Colleen, the redhead, smiles at you. The clerk looks like he's in a happy daze.

"...and just stay away from my poop hole, now," you say, shifting uneasily. Your honeybear just licked you there and got so carried away he shot his stuff. But he's your husband and you have to give the man some slack. "Tickles. And it's dirty," you explain. Clara's eyes flash and she looks at Colleen, who looks back at Clara and giggles.

You strip off every stitch you've got and settle yourself to lie down on the floor with some soft things under you here and there. That way there'll be no falling out of chairs or off anything, and the folks other than the one in your groove can gather round close and help out if they want.

"All right then, sweethearts," you say. "You begged to eat my pie, and here it is." You pull your knees up and back to open yourself up for those sassy girls and that nice young clerk fellow who just gave your pussy a good thumping.

Louise giggles nervously. But she was the first one to ask about eating your pie, and she's first to rise from her chair. Clara gives her a push forward and Louise steps up and gets down between your legs. Louise is already pink in her face with excitement. She bends her head down, gives you a kiss in the middle of your bush, and starts licking away at your honeypot.

"Yes Louise, hon, good girl," you say. You breathe deeply, letting her tongue start up ripples of warmth that flow all over your body. "You're a VERY good girl." More licks from her. More sighs from you.

"God, look at her go," Clara says. "You're the biggest lesbo, Louise."

Colleen says, "You wish. Nobody's a bigger lesbo than you, Clara. I bet you wish you were eating Louise right now."

Louise's tongue makes the girls' slanging fade out.

"Oh honey, Louise, oh yes, eat my pie just like that," you say. "Just like that, hon, yes!" Your hips quake as Louise licks you higher and higher. She gives you a flash of her bright blue eyes now and again under her teased-up blonde hair. "Oh honey!"

Your thighs tilt forward. Your feet go flat on the floor and you push your honeypot up into Louise's face, grinding yourself against her chin.

"Oh, oh, OH!" you cry out, flashes of hot joy coursing through you.

"My turn, my turn," you hear. "No, let him go next." "No, me, really."

Somewhere in all that, Louise gives your honeypot a gentle kiss goodbye. "Wow," she says. "WOW." Her mouth and chin are wet and her face is glowing with joy.

Next between your legs is Clara. She picks up where Louise left off, starting gently, working in a little massage with her thumbs on either side of your split. You raise your knees again to give her thumbs more room to work.

"Oh that's nice now, Clara," you say. "So nice, honey. Eat me now, lick my pearl, hon."

Clara goes straight for your love bean with her tongue, licking up and down firmly. With your body still quivering all over from Louise's attentions, you're soon close to another explosion of joy. Clara shifts herself to one side and raises her head for a second.

"Colleen, c'mon," Clara says.

Now there are two sassy girls licking your pie, Clara on your bean, Colleen on your lips, your honeypot, side-to-side, thrusting in and out, so hungry and alive.

"Now," Clara rasps.

Clara doubles up on your love bean. Colleen slides her tongue down and licks your ticklish, tight, sensitive butthole.

"No, no, no, no!" you cry, but Clara and Colleen keep at you. "That's dirty! That's...."

Your body makes its mind up for you. Your hips buck and twist under those naughty girls' tongues. You scream and sob. Your body tenses with shame and lights up with joy.

"That's so good, so good, OHHHH!" you cry out. "Nasty, nasty, nasty, OHH!"

Colleen comes up for air. Clara raises her head.

"Kiss me, Col," Clara says.

You stare, frozen with shameful fascination as Clara kisses the mouth that was just on your butthole.

Clara laughs. "That's nothing," she says. "Mmmmgmm," she mumbles as she rubs her lips and tongue over Colleen's. Clara moves her face next to yours and purses her lips.

"Don't, don't," you protest.

"Taste," Clara says.

She kisses you. The taste is bitter, the smell a little musky, a little funky. Your honeybear Brian shot his joy juice with that taste on his tongue.

"See?" she says. "It's not the worst thing."

Clara, Colleen, Louise and the clerk feast on your pie in turn and together. You come again and again. It still feels nasty to have a tongue on your back hole, but it gets to feeling nicer and nicer along with the nasty. Louise even works herself up to eating your butthole while Colleen licks Louise's ass, guiding Louise's rhythm with her own tongue. The shy blonde ends up coming on Colleen's tongue while she licks out your booty-hole.

Mark +4 XP as you come from Louise, Clara, Colleen, and the clerk eating you out. (+4 total)

You think you will let your honeybear Brian try it again once he gets home. Or maybe before.

You leave the shoe store with a swing in your hips and a new pair of do-me shoes on your feet.