Chapter 25 - Lily

I had absolutely no intention of going easy on either one of them. At this point I didn’t even necessarily care which one of them won – I wanted to win. Though Sir hadn’t explicitly stated it, I’d consider it a win for me if I played a fair game and achieved my goal quickly and accurately each time. I felt like an Olympian: like I’d been training for this my whole life. Or at least for the past few days.

Standing at the door to the playroom, I wore the bra and panties I’d just thrown on. The guys waited inside. You got this, I thought, hyping myself up. I had my strategy set, and it involved those little two-dimensional animations that had been arguing in opposite ears all day. Time to come out and play, dummies.

Tie him up and try out those toys, my devil said.

No, no, wait your turn, I thought. I needed my angel first.

I stepped into the room. Sir and Adrian were sitting cuddled up in the corner. My stomach fluttered. “Just pretend we aren’t here,” Sir said. That was certainly easier said than done.

I looked at Avett, who was leaning against a dresser. “Can I tell Avett where I want him?”

“Sure, but it will count towards your time,” Sir said, readying a stopwatch on his phone. “Which starts ... Now.”

“Okay. Ave, can you get on the bed?” He didn’t move. “Please?”

He took his sweet time wandering to the middle of the room, then sat down.

“Okay. Great. Now, just pretend like you’re sleeping. Please.”

He stretched and let out an exaggerated yawn. “Ah, gee. Don’t I feel tired all of a sudden!” He laid down and immediately started to snore loudly.

I giggled a little. “Okay, now stay just like that. I’ll be right back.” I went back into the hall.

Feathery, white wings. Glowing halo. I breathed in deeply. Avett probably thought I was wasting time, but I knew it would be worth it. I returned to the room as a perfect, innocent little cherub.

I shut the door gently and crept towards the bed. “Avett,” I whispered. He kept on snoring. I prodded his shoulder several times in quick succession. “Avett!”

“Go away,” he grumbled. “I’m sleeping.” Huh, he was actually pretty good at this. His voice really sounded groggy.

“But Avett,” I whined. “I can’t sleep.”

He squinted one eye open at me. “Why not?”

My lower lip trembled. “I had a scary nightmare.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, scooting over on the bed. “You can sleep with me.”

“Yay!” I squealed. “Thank you, thank you!” I bounced onto the mattress and nuzzled up next to him. “You’ll protect me from the scary monsters, won’t you?”

“Yes,” he said unenthusiastically. “Now go to sleep.” He shut his eyes tight.

I waited several moments, building suspense. I did my best to ignore the gaze of the onlookers, heavy even from across the room. “I can’t sleep,” I whispered.

He groaned. “What is it now?”

“I can’t stop thinking about what you told me.”

“What did I tell you?”

“You know...” I trailed a thoughtful finger down his stomach. His skin was soft, but the muscles underneath it were quite firm. “About were babies come from?”

He clicked his tongue. “You shouldn’t be thinking about that, Lily. Not until you’re older, at least.”

I suppressed a smile. He was playing his role a little too well. One might even begin to think he was enjoying this. “I’m old enough,” I told him. “I want to learn more.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll answer one more question. But that’s it.”

“Okay...” I glanced down at his stubbornly soft penis. “Is it true that your... boy parts have to get hard to do it? To make a baby, I mean.”

“Lily!” He gasped in mock horror. “Wherever did you hear that? You haven’t been watching porn again, have you?”

I giggled. “No! Answer the question, Avett.” I pouted. “You promised!”

“Okay, okay. Yes, it’s true.”

“Oh...” I hesitated. “Can I see?”

“Nope.”

“B-but...” I pouted harder, pleading with my eyes. “Just this once? Then I’ll stop pestering you forever, I promise.” He didn’t respond. “Can I try touching it, at least?”

He narrowed his eyes. He knew very well I’d never touched a real-life penis before, seeing as I hadn’t even seen one before his. He also knew I was just as likely to touch Adrian next, and he couldn’t have that without him going first. “Just for a minute,” he decided.

All giggles and grins, I shyly reached for his member. My fingertips fluttered up the side of it, warm and soft. “Oh,” I breathed. “I like it.”

“Go on,” he urged. “It won’t bite.”

“Ha.” I wrapped my fingers around the shaft. It was already looking slightly fuller, feeling a tad more dense. Too easy.

Slowly, I moved the foreskin back and forth over the head. By this point I’d seen him jerk himself off enough times to mimic the motion. “Hmm,” he hummed, settling back into the mattress.

Tightening my grip, I continued to rub. The more I rubbed, the bigger it got, filling up my hand. “Wow,” I enthused. “It’s like magic.”
“Mm-hmm.” His breath was a tad more labored.

“I think it’s hard now,” I giggled. It was indeed, standing straight in the air, a single vein visible along the side. The spongy pink head had even peeked past the hood of skin to wink hello. “It’s too big now, though,” I complained. “I can’t even fit it in my hand.”

“Your hand’s too cold, anyway,” he said. “That’s enough.”

“Nope!” I exclaimed, and jumped on top of him. I pinned his hips between my knees. “No taksies-backsies now, silly!”

He tried to protest but was cut off by his own gasp when I pressed my crotch against his rigid shaft. “That warmer?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Very warm.”

“It feels all wet in my panties, too,” I whispered. “Can you feel it?”

“Mm-hmm...” His eyes were intense, hungrily trained on the sight of his member prodding into the dampened cotton fabric between my legs. At once I became aware of just how fast my heart was pounding. There was only one thin layer of material between him and my anxious, swollen privates. Still, I needed to focus.

I rocked my hips back then forward once again, grinding my clit against him. “Oh,” I gasped. I didn’t need to play up how enjoyable that was.

With another low grunt catching in the back of his throat, Avett grabbed my hips in both hands and took over my movements, grinding me into him in a steady rhythm. A soft moan escaped my lips at the continual pressure. All the blood in my head must’ve rushed to my clit because I was feeling quite fuzzy. Angel, take the wheel. My mouth opened to speak. “Avett ... When I feel good like this, my mind goes all funny and blank.” A gasp interrupted the notion. “Ah — Is that ... normal?”

“Yes, dolly,” he said. He was beginning to buck into me, his erection sliding quick against soiled fabric, his fingertips tight on my hips. “It just means you’re thinking with your needy little cunt instead, like you’re meant to.”

“Ohhh...” I moaned, shuddering. Well, shit, my little c-word had come up with a new idea. “Wait,” I panted, breaking free of his grip. Quickly, before he could move away, I stood to clumsily slip out of my undies. I reassumed my position, his bulging length dangerously near my now-exposed parts. “It feels better with the wet, right?” I asked, near breathless. “Here, I’ll give you some.” I wrapped my panties over his hard-on and gripped him through the fabric, rubbing my moisture into his skin.

His face twitched, his eyes squeezing shut. “Oh f-f...”

“Shh, shh,” I shushed. “We don’t want Daddy to hear us.” His only response came in the form of a boyish groan as he thrust helplessly into my pulsing fist. I didn’t seem to be the only one that was thinking with their nether regions. If I was lucky, he might forget about the game entirely. “You’re such a good teacher,” I gushed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I hate you,” he replied idly through clenched teeth and uneven breath.

“But you like this,” I said, drawing my fingers through the dripping juices between my legs and bringing them to his nose. “Right?”

His face relaxed in a long, tranquil inhale. “Hmmmph.” I stroked faster still, and his stomach muscles clenched. It was time to bring home the gold.

I lowered my voice until it was barely a whisper. “Avett, I want to wear these after you cum inside them,” I breathed. “Do you think it could make me pregnant?”

“AH!” His body tensed, his hands mindlessly grasped at my sides, and thick bursts of cum shot out of him and into the panties. The fabric quickly absorbed his liquids until it was soaked, warming my hand. I kept stroking through his moans and spasms until there were none left, and I’d squeezed out every last drop of his creamy cum. “God...” He groaned in distress, crumpling against the bed as he ran a hand through his matted mane.

Pinching the filthy panties between my fingertips, I brought them to my face for a quick whiff. They smelled a bit salty, but somehow much cleaner than they looked. Shrugging, I hopped off the bed and slipped them on. Ew, squishy.

From the corner came a scatter of slow, sturdy applause. I glanced over to see Sir’s familiar smirk as he clapped. His arms were around Adrian, who soon followed his lead, filling the room with the patter of his own quick applause. “Brava,” Sir said.

I giggled, dipping into an unsteady, sheepish curtsey. “Thank you.”

“Not a bad show, huh, cub?”

“Not at all,” Adrian agreed, wide-eyed. He looked even more dazed than I felt.

Avett curled into a ball, tugging a pillow to his chest. “How long was that?” He asked wearily.

Sir ignored the question. He was still looking at me, shaking his head, amused. “Just where do you come up with this stuff, kitten?”

I looked first at Avett, then down at my sticky nethers, and finally back at Sir. “Here, apparently,” I answered, pointing to my crotch.

He laughed and laughed. Even Adrian broke out of his trance to crack a smile.

Abandoning his pillow, Avett peeled himself out of bed and trudged to the corner. He shooed Adrian out of the way and claimed the spot at Sir’s side. On his feet, Adrian affixed himself to the wall like a shadow. He was still clutching the blanket tightly around his shoulders.

“Lily hasn’t forgotten about you, cub,” Sir told him. “Go on, you’re up.”

Without meeting my eye, Adrian took a single step closer.

“Hang on,” I said. “Can I change first?”

“Make it quick,” Sir said.

Slipping into the hall, I heard Avett mutter, “Oh, golly. Wonder what she’s gonna put on.”

I zipped to Sir’s closet and dug through my drawer until I found my pair of black, thigh-high stockings. You can come back out now, I said to my devil.

She appeared on my shoulder, grinning and sharpening her horns. About time.

My success with Avett should have put my mind at ease, but I was only more nervous than when I’d began. Adrian was complex. He required more thought. Oh, don’t think, the devil chided. Just let me handle this. He’ll love me.