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Harry looked at her cunt above him. The pink of her inner folds looked even more bright under the wet-dark fur of her lush thatch. He felt like he was in a dream as he pulled the soft lips apart with his fingers and saw inside of her, glistening and wet, shuddering in anticipation of his mouth. Harry licked his lips, looking forward himself to this first taste.

He sucked in breath and his head swam with the perfumed scent. Not just her, but her aroused, her wanting. He put his mouth to the waiting flesh and lapped at her glossy folds, instantly tasting the creamy wetness she’d inundated herself with.

Lash’s ass twitched, hips trembling as his lips pulled harder and harder on her steamy petals, on every drop of lust inside her cunt.

Harry stiffened his tongue and pressed it into her slot, tracing her folds upward until he’d gotten to her clit. He felt her labia fluttered as he neared it. Then his tongue sought it out—quivering with the erotic tension of waiting for the pleasure of his touch to meet the sensitivity at the core of her.

He caught it between his teeth and bit into the little bean, just soft enough that she knew he was trying to satisfy her more than pain her.

Lash’s body quaked; she couldn’t even concentrate on fellating him. She went completely still, her mouth sheathing his cock, and in her stillness Harry knew that every little motion, every shock of breath and every twinge of her muscles was her climax thundering inside her.

He drank her cream like a gourmet: when it stopped flowing, he licked her to provoke more. Lash moaned around his cock. Coming so hard made it impossible for her to return the service he was providing, except by being open about her lustful satisfaction—pleasing him with the sounds of her release.

When her orgasm finally peaked and began to wane, Lash twisted around to get between Harry’s legs. She was just starting to push Harry into position for her next fantasy when she felt eyes on her.

Her head came up, leaving Harry’s prick unattended, and she saw Molly standing there. A smile on her face. Her panties hanging from one finger.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Molly said. “You were putting on a hell of a show.”

Lash turned in shock to Harry.

He grinned haplessly. “Molly and I… we’ve gotten pretty intense at times. I sort of thought this would scare her off. I guess not. You know, we probably were something to watch…”

Lash didn’t know what to think or say. She couldn’t make any pretense of expecting to have Harry to herself. She’d long intimated that she wanted no hold on Harry except to bring him to wherever the most pleasure was. And with Mab, it was clear that wasn’t always her.

But Molly… his little apprentice, the last time Lash had checked… well, what a dark horse! Both of them! It really was always the ones you least suspected.

There was something else that helped her make peace with it.

Molly was young. Her sex almost hairless inside a gauzy, translucent skirt. And the way she held herself: nearly virginal.

Lash’s eyes were level with her groin. She felt an entirely different lust from her feelings for Harry, growing inside her every second she spent look at that sparsely adorned cleft. It spread a little and Lash saw how vivid and pink it was on the inside.

Lash looked at it and kept looking at it—wondering if Molly just wanted to keep on watching or if she wanted more. Some of what Lash had and what Lash was getting. Maybe even some of Lash herself.

Lash quivered as she realized which option she wished Molly wanted.

“You’re a good cocksucker, Lash,” Molly said, her eyes flashing as her statement rode the line between insult and genuine admiration. She crawled into the bed, her hands playfully falling on both Harry and Lash’s sheeted bodies. Both of them accepting the casual touching. “I hope I can be that good at sucking.”

“It’s easy to be good when there’s that much cock to suck,” Lash answered.

“Not that easy,” Molly said. “I get scared it’ll hurt me—the way it gets so hard.”

“Watch me,” Lash told her. “You’ll see it doesn’t hurt. Not enough to make it so you don’t like it.”

A shudder ran through Molly’s body and it was clear this was what she’d hoped for, what she wanted. Not all of what she wanted, but a start.