A very slutty competition…

Our lips found each other again quickly, lubricated with his cum, messy and slick and desperate, my hands finding her tits, her hips, her thighs, her ass. I pulled her on top of me without thinking, no longer worrying about the impact on our friendship, no longer worrying about what this all meant, safe in the knowledge that my brain had turned off and my pussy had taken over.

Julie’s mouth was hot and messy, the taste of his cum mixed with her saliva as she kissed me hard enough that my head sank into the pillow. Her body pressed down into mine with greedy weight, her bare breasts flattening against my chest, nipples dragging against my skin, slipping and catching with every slight shift of her hips.

She rolled her pelvis against me without hesitation, her pussy gliding up my mound with a wet slide that made both of us gasp quietly into each other’s mouths, making it obvious she needed me under her, grinding slow at first, then harder, letting the pressure line up perfectly with the throbbing ache between my legs.

I gripped her ass with both hands, full handfuls of soft flesh and tense muscle, finally laying my hands on what I had been watching her tease men with for years, gently spreading her cheeks, pulling her in closer with another little moan. Her ass flexed under my palms as she rocked against me, and she let out a low sound of approval, her lips breaking from mine just long enough for a breath before she kissed me again, this time deeper, wetter, tongue sliding into my mouth as she moaned into me.

“You’re fucking soaked,” she whispered, her voice rough, breath warm against my lip. “I can feel it.”

“I know,” I breathed, and she smiled against my mouth, shifted her weight slightly, lifting one leg, sliding her thigh higher and higher until it slotted perfectly between mine. I cried out softly.

Julie’s hands pinned my wrists to the mattress for a moment, her hair falling in a curtain around me. My legs flexed instantly, grinding down, dragging myself against her thigh in long, desperate strokes. I rolled my hips again and again, panting, breasts bouncing gently with each movement, and Julie watched me with parted lips, her eyes dark and fixed on my face.

“Fuck, Sarah… you look like you’re going to lose your mind.”

“I am,” I gasped, grabbing her hips now. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” she said, kissing my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, leaving a wet line of her mouth across my skin. My clit throbbed frantically, and I wrapped my legs tighter around her thigh and moved fast, riding her now, shameless. She kissed down between my breasts, her tongue tracing the underside of one before closing her lips around my nipple. The sudden suction made me gasp, my hands threading into her hair as she sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to make my hips jerk.

But she wasn’t done.

She continued to slide down my body, slow and determined, kissing my stomach, my hip, the inside of my thigh. Her hands held my legs open with gentle but irresistible insistence. I shivered, overstimulated and aching, but when her breath hit my pussy, my back arched again.

“I bet you taste so fucking good,” she murmured.

And then her mouth was on me.

Her lips wrapped around my clit, warm and soft, and her tongue dragged a slow line up the length of me. I choked on a sound, hips jerking away reflexively, but her arms slid under my thighs, holding me open as she pulled me back onto her mouth.

“Julie…I can’t…it’s too much…”

“You can,” she said, voice wet against me. “You’re going to.”

She sucked gently, then harder, her mouth moving in slow, firm rhythms that made my whole body twitch. Her tongue circled my clit, teasing, flicking, the suction perfectly controlled, relentless.

My hands flew to her hair without thinking, fingers tangling, pulling her closer, needing more. Behind her, I heard the faint shift of movement.

Max.

He was sitting upright again, chest flushed, his cock already hard again as he watched what Julie was doing to me. His hand slid down, gripping himself slowly, stroking. Julie noticed him looking.

“She likes it when you watch her…”

I didn’t have time to protest. She buried her face in me, licking and sucking with a new kind of focus, her fingers sliding inside me without warning–two, long, curled deep–and pressing upward in perfect time with her tongue. My whole torso lifted off the bed, my thighs tightening helplessly around her head.

“Julie…I’m…oh god…I’m…”

“Good girl,” she whispered.

That was enough to push me over the edge. My body convulsed, knees knocking together, toes curling, fingers gripping her hair so tight I probably hurt her. I cried out over and over, shaking so hard my heels lifted off the bed, my pussy pulsing around her fingers in long, helpless contractions. Julie held on through all of it, letting me shake against her mouth as my pussy let go.

When I finally collapsed back into the mattress, trembling uncontrollably, she eased her fingers out slowly and kissed the inside of my thigh. Then she crawled up my body, slow and deliberate, her face wet, her mouth shining with me, and kissed me, making me taste myself on her lips.

“My turn,” she whispered, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. “You’re going to make me cum next. And he’s going to watch.”