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They rolled over and Taylor pumped herself against Katy, grinding her cunt down onto Katy’s face and shoving her face into Katy’s sex, lapping up the same sweet wetness she was dosing her lover with.

Next they rolled onto their sides, eating each other that way. They were crazed for one another now. Their tongues licked madly, trying to sate their need, but they couldn’t seem to drink enough, couldn’t supply enough no matter how turned on they were. Their hips rolled and thrust, their thighs tightened and loosened, their bellies clenched into taut abs.

Katy’s clit swelled so big between Taylor’s lips that it seemed to fill her mouth with its throbbing—her own clitoris felt big and unwieldly, an easy target for whatever depraved impulse Katy felt. She kissed Katy’s labia, not because of passion, but because she needed to get her tongue as far into that channel as possible, to taste Katy’s cunt as fully as she could.

“Come!” Katy moaned, her voice muffled between Taylor’s thighs. “Come with me!”

Taylor pushed her tongue into the slippery passage as much as it would reach and felt Katy’s tongue inside herself like an answer, reaching through her, showing the purest approval imaginable.

“Yes, yes!” Taylor cried, her own voice lost against Katy’s groin and inside Katy’s legs.

They came together, both slurping, tasting, gulping, swallowing, licking for more and yielding up as much as they sucked away. It was as if somehow the sweetness of one woman’s orgasm passed right through the other’s mouth, her body, and poured from her cunt back where it had come from.

The thrill of simultaneously giving and being given rocked them. They moaned and gasped, crazed by the delirious ecstasy of giving themselves pleasure through another’s body.

Finally, they were empty. But they stayed locked together for minutes on end, licking tenderly at the memory of each other’s deliciousness, tasting it more from the slick coating on their mouths and lips and tongues than inside their lovers.

Harlan gaped at them. Watching Taylor’s tight hole clutch and roil around Katy’s tongue, he got to thinking how it would feel to have an opening like that working on his cock. Worse than that, he remembered.

But his body was acting too sorely—way too sorely—for him to fully participate like he might want to. So he laid down and kept an eye and an ear on how the two women cooled down, still licking and sucking at each other. But with less and less to show for their efforts, thus less and less passion to animate their tired bodies. They sighed and moaned their way into sleep, wrapped up in each other’s gorgeous flesh.

Harlan’s cock twitched and hardened, longing to be closer to Taylor and Katy—as close as it could get—but he tuned out its half-hearted stiffness until exhaustion took over and he slipped away into dreams of the same key as Taylor and Katy’s drained enjoyment of each other.

***

Katy woke first, which was just as well. She immediately recognized what Harlan had done to them, or not done to them, in their high and lustful state. It was a good trick. She didn’t need convincing that Taylor was a good fuck, but it’d been fun being persuaded anyway.

She put on one of Harlan’s shirts, needing nothing else to wear—not with her friends Taylor and Harlan—and with nothing better to do in a strange house, her Protestant work ethic took over. She went to the kitchen, found some dirty dishes in the sink, and started washing them. It was the least she could do after what great hosts they had been.

She had her back to Harlan when he came in, scraping the plates off and dousing them in hot water. Her cunt still throbbed a little bit from how vigorously Harlan and Taylor had gone at it. Katy shifted her thighs, both easing her discomfort and provoking it. It felt kind of good, especially thinking of what she might do next time, making her pussy feel this sore again.

Harlan noticed her gyrations and how could they not be sexy, when she looked the way she did and wore no more than a man’s shirt that was, on her, the size of a football jersey? He cleared his throat. “I knew I was good, but I had no idea that the next morning, you’d march right to the kitchen and get to work.”

“You know I’m never comfortable with a bunch of servants or butlers or whatever,” Katy said, her back still to him. “I don’t have time to do all the work myself and the career shit, but otherwise—I love being able to tramp around, naked as a jaybird, knowing only you can see me.”

She tickled her imagination with the thought that he might have dressed as little as she had—or not at all. Katy wasn’t in a rush to dissuade herself of the notion. Her thighs kept rubbing together. She knew Harlan could see her doing it now, but that didn’t make her stop. It made her little bit of friction feel better. So did the thought that Harlan was wanting her, which he was.

He watched her ass shimmy from side to side, ever so subtly, and he wanted her very much. Sex with Taylor was great, but even if he didn’t want to, he would’ve been helpless not to think about fucking a girl who looked like this and moved that way.

“Maybe I should dress you up like a French maid,” Harlan said, his own bluntness turning him on. And, after his long sleep, his organ was ready and willing to go back on the job. “You could forget about being a singer. Just cook and clean. I think Taylor makes enough to keep three people in clean clothes and fresh food.”

Katy pressed herself tighter against the counter. “Taylor’d never forgive me if I got to be a housewife and she had to be a career woman.”

“We have to get along with Taylor,” Harlan said.

Katy drew him like a magnet. He walked over to her, standing behind her as she rinsed the dishes. His body close enough to touch hers, only he wasn’t. Just letting her feel his body heat.

“Do you like Tay?” he asked softly, brushing Katy’s hair to one side and soothingly touching her bared throat.

“I like her,” Katy said, though with a shrug. “She’s fun, but I feel like she likes judging me more than she likes me.”

“Want me to have a talk with her?” Harlan asked, wrapping her up in his arms. His fingers petting her bare biceps. His hard cock pressing into the crevice of her ass.

Katy pinched her lips mischievously. She relaxed, though she didn’t feel very relaxed with Harlan’s dick stiff against her ass. But it was still nice to have him wanting her. She knew whatever happened, it would feel good.

“No. It’s kind of fun how much she hates admitting how hard she comes,” she said, rubbing back against him.

“The way you hate admitting how jealous you are?” Harlan whispered in her ear, his arms holding her in an embrace that brooked no looseness, his hands molded to her curvaceous figure.

Katy boldly wiggled her ass against his erection. “I’m not jealous. I like Taylor too.”

“Do you like the thought of me fucking her?” Harlan asked, his hands moving down the front of her body and to the space where her loosely draped T-shirt covered her otherwise bare groin. Katy didn’t stop him—in fact, she purred. He rubbed the apex of her thighs through the fabric.

“You know I do,” she replied, her pussy fluttering under his touch. “It means it’s only a matter of time until I get my turn; you’d never settle for just one of us.”

The top of Katy’s head came so close to the underside of Harlan’s jaw that her dark hair tickled his chin. He pushed himself against her harder than ever, like he was trying to get inside her without taking clothes off.

His hands rubbed her upper thighs. He felt the heat of her warm sex through the insubstantial coverage of the T-shirt. Harlan rubbed against her and felt at her, but most importantly his erection grew stiffer against her ass. Her perfect ass that at that moment felt like nothing so much as rich, buttery frosting sweetening every inch of his prick.

Katy looked down between her plump tits and saw Harlan’s hands down at the bottom of her shirt, not letting her cover her slot with it anymore, not letting her go untouched anymore—not where she needed to be touched. She rolled her head back against Harlan’s thick pecs and sighed.

She knew how lucky she was; as lucky as Taylor was, with her perfect man. Soon she’d be taking Harlan’s cock, just like that stick-thin blonde did.