Chapter 5

Alex let out a tiny moan as she slowly sucked him back into her mouth.

And then she had an idea.

With a wet plop, his dick popped out of her mouth. She turned and grabbed one of the mugs of hot chocolate. She sipped a mouthful, swished it around for a moment, swallowed, and immediately resumed sucking Alex’s cock.

Alex’s breath caught in his chest when he was suddenly the recipient of the wettest, hottest, tightest blowjob that he had ever experienced. And the way that both Freya and Cynthia liked to suck cock, he had experienced plenty of great blowjobs.

“Boom!” Cynthia exploded. “Name check!”

“Will you please shut up!”

“Oh, like you’re interested in Freya sucking dick?”

Katie grimaced. “Ew. No. But I am waiting for Alex to reciprocate.”

“‘Reciprocate,’ huh?” Cynthia frowned. “When are you going to grow up? You’re just waiting for Alex to lick Story Freya’s pussy. She should just spread those legs of hers and say, ‘Hey, Alex, eat me out.’”

In a sexual haze of endorphins brought on by Alex’s magnificent cock, Freya simply couldn’t help herself. She stood up, then flopped onto the couch next to him, spread her legs and with her fingers, spread her wet pussy lips, and said, “Hey, Alex, eat me out.”

Alex shrugged and smiled. “Sure.”

“What the hell was that?” Cynthia asked.

With wide eyes, both girls stared at each other.

Then Cynthia broke the silence. “I wish that Story Freya would tell Alex to hurry up and suck on her little clitty.”

Comfortably lying back against a pillow, eager to get started, Freya said, “Alex, honey, will you hurry up and suck on my little clitty.”

“I’m moving as fast as I can,” Alex told her, pulling his pants back up and positioning himself on the couch between her splayed legs. As much as he enjoyed a great blow, his real pleasure was in fucking. He knew Freya, and he knew that his mouth on her pussy was the final step before he had his dick buried in her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and dove in with gusto.

Cynthia, her mouth agape, stared at Katie. “Can I make Real Life Freya write whatever I want?”

In awe, Katie whispered, “I don’t know.”

With absolutely no trace of the usual sarcastic humor in her voice, Cynthia said, “I wish Story Freya would pick her nose.”

As Alex’s mouth found her clitoris, Freya rubbed the back of her hand against her nose. It was itchy. She wondered if maybe she was coming down sick, even though she felt fine. Seeing that Alex was pretty occupied between her legs, she let an index finger explore the inside of her left nostril, seeking the source of the itch.

“Shit,” Cynthia mumbled in awe. “I can make Real Life Freya write things.”

The itch in her nose was becoming almost unbearable. There was no way that she would be able to focus on the pleasure that Alex was trying to give her until this was sorted out. Freya stuck the index finger of her other hand into her other nostril, hoping that the combined one-two punch would take care of the problem.

“Now, she’s picking her nose with two fuckin’ fingers?” Cynthia exclaimed. “I didn’t tell her to write that.”