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“I feel dizzy,” Taylor said in sheepish excuse, her eyes downcast.

“Is it a good feeling?” Katy asked, stroking Taylor’s apple-red cheek, that all-too-innocent look in her big eyes making a mockery of any purity the statement might possess.

Taylor decided, with a sort of swaggering drunkenness, to one-up Katy. She kissed her on the cheek, returning her embrace so that their breasts crushed together. If Katy enjoyed it, let her. And if Taylor enjoyed it… well…

“I’m really relaxed now. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

“I doubt Harlan would appreciate that.” Katy said it with the same sharply virtuous tone that she eyed Taylor with.

It made Taylor want to grit her teeth. It was a little annoying, how Katy could try to be so wholesome and so provocative all at once. Like Taylor was the pervert for being turned on. It’d be a relief when Harlan fucked Katy’s brains out, had her screaming to come, just like the whore she was.

“You slept on the way here, remember? Poor Taylor. You work yourself too hard. You should give Harlan and me a whole weekend to keep you in bed. We’d make sure you caught up on your sleep.”

Oh, it’s Harlan and me now? Taylor expected the bad grammar from Katy, but the implication—the insinuation—that it was Taylor that was the interloper on whatever Katy and Harlan had, not him being Taylor’s boyfriend… they were the dream couple and Katy was the one they’d looped in just for fun. She was like a porno they’d put on to pass the time, not an equal partner like Taylor was to Harlan.

She would’ve screamed at Katy if the other woman hadn’t wandered off.

Taylor picked up a towel. She only meant to dry herself off, but with her inhibitions shot from the weed, she got carried away with rubbing her pussy. She moved the soft terrycloth all over her tender mound, over and over again, pressing it between her labia lips, extending a finger so she was touching herself with the fluffy suppleness of the towel inside her.

The feeling was so good that Taylor forgot all about remedying the wetness of her skin and instead stood there, her hips swaying in and out, feeling the stranger’s touch of the towel where she was most delicate. She brought herself to the brink of orgasm, but shied away from it. That would be too much, wouldn’t it?

By the time she gathered the strength to put an end to her playing, her inner thighs were glossy with a new wetness and she had to wash her hands in the sink.

Taylor got dressed. She didn’t sober up much, but she mellowed, enjoying the first slope of her pleasant comedown. The edges of the world were soft and feathery in her awareness and the whole of it seemed like a very nice place to live in.

Taylor knotted the towel around herself. She liked how it felt on her skin and the note of modesty it gave her—setting her mind a little at ease from the discomfort of still being naked. Bad enough to be naked with Harlan, but with Katy…

Taylor picked up the blunt and took a deep puff, fully settling herself down. With everything nice and blurry, she went to find Katy and Harlan.

***

Harlan had a new game for them, when they all found each other. It would be fun and easy, the kind of thing that would be deathly boring if they weren’t stoned, but a giggly way to spend their high while the skunk was in the air.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Harlan said, turning the lights off in deference to Taylor. “I’m going to eat you out. But while I do, I want you to service another one of my little servants. Okay?”

“Servant?” Katy asked. “Who?”

“Does it matter?” Harlan replied.

Taylor saw her chance. She could outshine Katy—show Harlan she was as worldly as the vixen. “Does she taste good?”

“I’d say so. Now, don’t worry… don’t even move… just let me put you where you’re needed. I’ll take care of everything.”

Only snatches of light through the shuttered windows hinted at their mutual presence in the dark room. Taylor could see Katy… or maybe it was Harlan… or maybe it was herself. She felt all disconnected, with her head full of smoke and her naked body covered in darkness.

Harlan’s nightvision was excellent. He gently pushed Taylor down onto the carpet. She went willingly, perking up at his touch, then equally relaxing as his hand stroked her calmingly. Katy too was reeling from the weed, going along with Harlan’s guidance in the expectation of pleasure, in anticipation of it.

With his hands moving her as easily as a sculptor worked a lump of clay, she knelt down and straddled Taylor’s eager, upturned face. Her throbbing cunt a few inches above Taylor’s mouth. Taylor licked at the air, waiting impatiently to be fed. Katy’s lust was practically dripping on her.

“Here, baby, let me taste you,” Harlan said, pressing down on Katy’s shoulders until she lowered her flooded sex right onto Taylor’s face.

Taylor ate ravenously.

“That’s it, good girl,” Harlan cooed to her, running a hand through Taylor’s golden hair, then using that hand to give Katy’s firm hip a pat. “It tastes so good, doesn’t it, it tastes divine…”

Katy mewled, caught between how good Taylor’s mouth felt and how Harlan’s praise hit her ears. She didn’t know or care whether it was directed at her or Taylor. She felt Harlan’s hands on her again, stroking her curvaceous body, kissing the side of her neck, and she didn’t care how he was doing that with his tongue still inside her cunt. She drifted in a haze of narcotic pleasure, pushed and buffeted by the strong eroticism of her two lovers devouring her.

“Yeah, yeah, ride that tongue, ride it,” Harlan breathed in her ear. “But now it’s your turn. Someone else needs to feel your tongue inside them… your kiss between their legs…”

“Don’t stoooop,” Katy whined, her reddened eyes crossed, her writhing and pleasured body almost escaping Harlan’s lavish caresses.

It was so hard to stay still and be fucked like Taylor’s tongue was doing to her. She wanted to return all that love. She wanted to fuck back like she did with Harlan, riding and pumping and gyrating.

“Shhhh, shhh, that’s my good girl, you’re doing so good. I know this feels nice. I just want you to enjoy yourself, baby, just let it feel good to you…”

He cupped Katy’s chin in his left hand. The fingers of her other hand spidered at the small of her back, describing tiny little circles in the sensitive skin. All of her was as creamy and as supple as those famous breasts, that world-class booty.

Harlan kissed her, his thumb tingling along her plump lips, fondling a little with each brief kiss. Then his right hand was pushing, easing Katy forward and laying her down, until she was inverted to Taylor, on top of her, her gorgeous breasts flattened to Taylor’s taut, athletic belly.

The two women molded themselves to each other entirely naturally, floating along to their own insistent urges. Sliding on the lubrication of the drugs and the lust Harlan had inspired. Anything that mattered beyond pleasure simply didn’t occur to them.

“Now it’s your turn, baby, you’ve got to do for someone else what I’m doing to you.” Harlan whispered in Katy’s ear, nibbled at the lobe as he pressed her face, gently but undeniably, into Taylor’s lap. “It’s so good eating you, you taste so good—I know you want to do it too. You want to use your mouth, you want to taste a wet cunt, know she’s getting off as much as you are. Do it, baby, go on and do it, I’ll keep licking you, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you both come. Reach out your tongue, baby, there it is, there’s that sweet pussy for you to lick. Don’t you just love having a nice wet pussy to lick?”

Katy seemed to wail and squirm as much as Taylor was as she returned the favor she had no idea the blonde singer was doing for her.

Taylor was hardly hating what Katy and ‘Harlan’ were doing to her. In fact, it was just about the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. She ate the pussy of a beautiful, delicious woman at one end while a sweet mouth delighted her at the other end.

With every flick of ‘Harlan’s’ tongue, she felt more motivated to lap at the anonymous cunt he’d brought before her. Thrills raced through her loins and electrified her thighs—the same thrills that were pulsing in the cunt of the woman she was tonguing, as though passion could jump around the sexually charged room, passed around through slits and mouths, growing hotter every time it flew from one body to another.