Unspoken Pleasure

Taylor hadn't planned on saying anything but then the edge just kept getting closer. Courtney's little tremors, Sydney's almost unbecoming grunts. Tim's beautiful cock, just stroking. Colin's hand wrapped around his shaft. And Taylor's own hands. Own body. Screaming for release she couldn't have because Sydney had said no and so Taylor said the only word she thought could save her.

Only her body could barely get it out.

"S... Syd..."

The whole room looked at her and Taylor didn't feel embarrassed but proud. Yes. Look at me. See my little titties shake my hungry pussy slllluuuuuuurrrp... Taylor saw Tim and Colin freeze with their wonderful pendulous penises in hand. Oh just to take them into her hands. Her mouth. Her pussy.

Oh God she was getting even closer now. The edge was so close and she was going to...

"Oh God... I... I'm..."

"Getting close?" Sydney asked.

"Y... yeah. OH yeah."

"Taylor, you can't," Sydney said, "That's the rule."

"B... but.."

Taylor wasn't sure she could stop now. She hadn't even paused during this whole back and forth. Her body was screaming. Shaking. She looked around and saw Colin's cock almost dark purple. His hand gripping it tight. Courtney was looking up, a bright red splotch on her forehead from where she'd been crushing it into the floor. Her face almost as red with excitement.

Tim too, was holding onto his penis like he was afraid it might explode. Which of course it very well might. And Sydney was still rubbing herself as well. Her clit between her fingers. Pumping her open pussy with what looked like her whole hand.

Taylor was surprised at how weak her voice came out. How pleading. "S... Sydney. You have to... Let me cum."

The room went silent. Still. Just the little sounds of skin smacking skin and, incongruently, the Mario Kart music. "Pleeeeease let me cum."

"OK," Sydney said, "It's OK. But you can't do it yourself."

Taylor looked up. Froze. Sydney pointed at Colin.

"He has to do it for you. And y... you have to help him, too."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Taylor didn't even argue. In one quick move he ripped her hands out of her sopping pussy and wrapped them around Colin's cock. She had a moment of fear. Would Colin reach back? Would he pause? Argue?

Then she felt his rough fingers at her opening and she sighed. Groaned. The cock in her hand felt warm, heavy. Oh the urge to just slide it into her mouth, but she stopped herself. Gripped it with both hands. Her best friend's husband. Her boyfriend's friend. Pumped him for all she was worth.

*

Tim watched as Taylor grabbed at Colin's cock like it was the only thing in the world. Watched his friend place his hand at Tim's girlfriend's pussy. He felt his cock, somehow get even harder. He started to stroke again, trying to move in time with Taylor. Then he felt something warm and slightly sticky push his hand away. He looked up into shining bright blue eyes. A curtain of blonde hair.

Sydney.

Wonderful, beautiful, busty Sydney grabbed Tim's cock and started stroking it. Not nearly as tentatively as she had the week before. Now with confidence and a kind of wanton control.

She reached back with her hand and scooped the moisture from her pussy, then dragged the drippings over Tim's cock. He reached over and found her clitty -- it was almost impossible to miss.

"Like this?" he asked and Sydney seemed to almost sob as she nodded yes. Tim pressed his thumb to her center and started rubbing harder.

"M... more up and down," Sydney said and Tim complied. The blonde gasped and shook, waving her amazing breasts in Tim's face. He started, on instinct, to move his head down then stopped himself. "it's OK, it's OK." Sydney took her free hand and ran it lovingly over Tim's head and face. Drew him downward to her chest. Her breasts were so large, she could have easily sucked them herself if she wanted.

Tim definitely wanted them to himself. He opened his mouth and latched on to the distended nipple. Sucked and rubbed and nibbled as Sydney stroked him ever faster. He lost his rhythm on her snatch but she didn't seem to care, just hummmed and rubbed his head and stroked his cock.

All of them were in a race to the finish where everyone would win.

Courtney was the first to go, her body moving from trembles to shakes to almost a seizure on the pillow as the pleasure finally gripped her clit-first and would not let go. She looked up, face hot red and hair everywhere. Watched the rest of the room.

Taylor soaked in the grunts and groans around her but she didn't look anywhere. Just focused on the man whose pleasure was in her hands. Who held her own ecstasy in his.

Colin's hands on Taylor were inexpert -- not like Tim who knew how to follow her cadence, where to press and how hard and in what way. Taylor had forgotten what it was like to be rubbed by someone who didn't know those things and had to stumble though. But she was so close it hardly mattered and she worked the hard cock in her hands -- Colin's cock. The proper gentleman now in her control and begging her for his release.

Taylor slid her one hand down Colin's shaft and cupped his balls. "Mine," she whispered and leaned in to nip at his ear. "My balls. My cock. My cum."

Colin nodded, almost incomprehensible.

"Say it," Taylor whispered again, slowing her strokes and lightly squeezing his balls to make her point.

"Y... yours," Colin said, "Your cock. Your balls. Your cum."

"Not Courtney's," Taylor said.

"N... not Courtney's. Yours. Taylor's."

"What is?"

"All of... Oh g...!" Colin couldn't even finish his exclamation as his cum suddenly exploded out of his shaft. The first white burst splashed against Taylor's chest. Another. Taylor throttled Colin's cock upward to ensure none of his fertility got near her unprotected pussy. And as she did, she felt her own pleasure overtake her.