Growing Up More
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 17: Christmas Charity
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 17: Christmas Charity - The second book in the growing up series. Margot goes to school. Note: The first chapters are much darker than the first series. I have posted chapters 5, 6, and 7 earlier than expected because I wanted to move through the dark times faster. These took a long time to write because of how much abuse Margot suffers.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Lesbian School Incest Mother Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
We spent weeks advertising and planning our Christmas Charity Event, which we called the Christmas Ultimate Nosh & Tasting. We rented out the gym for all day, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Friday to get ready. Saturday for tasting, between 8 am and 10 pm. Then from 6 am till Noon on Sunday. Each person had two hours to taste, sold in time slots, and we would spread our legs for one-hour increments, which allowed each girl to have enough breaks during the long days. At 6 pm on Sunday, we will announce the winners and have the Dutch Auction, for each girl, which gives the purchaser twelve hours, of anything, although the girl must agree. I had a dream that an octopus bought me and used me for the full twelve hours, which turned into a nightmare when baby octopuses erupted from my pussy.
We hoped to sell fifty percent of the slots, which would net a hefty sum for charity. I feared that no one would bid on me, so Maud and Fin promised to bid on me if it dropped too low. They didn’t think I needed it, but their promise helped me relax, even with images of Oliver standing over me, spewing sperm for the full twelve hours.
Marty, Larry, Mark, and a few other Dads and Moms made twenty-four identical cubicles, where we could lie down, legs spread, and only the taster’s mouth could get access to our pussy’s for tasting. They made a giant curtain on either side of the gym that would let us come and go without anyone seeing. They also soundproofed the tasting side of the booth in case one of us moaned, or groaned, or said something that would give us away. In the center of the gym, we placed tables of water and citrus juice to wash out their mouths. Bella acting like Bella caused a water fight that set back our efforts by over an hour, still fun and worth it. They coordinated with the local Girl Guides to sell cookies and baked goods.
Mom and Sarah made a superb little booklet with a bio of each of us that linked to a website with deeper bios and a short video. They had head shots, naked shots from our navels and up, and an entire page of pussy pictures with no names attached. Stella rented a cool dildo like camera and made short pussy plunging videos of each of us, no names attached, of course. The camera felt weird, too small, and it amazed me how different all the girls appeared. I knew that each of us looked different, but I didn’t realize how much. Sarah led a small information session for those of us interested. Only Fenna, Ava, Sofia, Anna, Tess, and I attended, and I learned a lot. Nine basic styles of pussy: large visible inner lips, the style most people think of, small closed inner lips, when shaved made the girl look younger, small open outer lips, large dangling out lips, long dangling inner lips, my favorite look, prominent outer lips, Fenna and Ava’s favorite, prominent inner lips, curved outer lips, which we all loved, and asymmetrical inner lips, that some girls get self conscious about, but we all thought made them more interesting.
We spread for each other, Fenna, Anna, and Sarah all had large, dangling inner lips, vulva. Fenna had the largest, which we all spread like butterflies. Most girls had a larger inner vulva. Sofia had a long, dangling outer vulva, which Tess and Anna flicked over and over, which caused Ava and Sofia to giggle and laugh. I hadn’t realized that I had asymmetrical lips, not prominent or very noticeable, but Anna noticed and measured with her fingers. Anna had the cutest pussy by far, with curved outer lips, which accented her noticeable clit. We bugged Tess that she only fell in love with Anna’s pussy, but secretly, we all knew that Anna had the complete package, even made Fenna jealous a bit, cute ass, beautiful pussy, firm perky breasts, sexy body, long blond hair, blue eyes, button nose, and to make matters worse, the best personality. I still liked Fenna more.
The seven of us spread out in a circle, naked from the waist down, and showed off our pussies. We moved our lips around, compared clit sizes, which also varied, but mostly small, although Sarah had a thick, almost inch-long one. The air grew heavy with musk, and our pussies moistened, and Sarah had just instructed us on where to press our fingers inside ourselves, when asshole Mark barged in, “Sarah, enough masturbation, we need help in the gym, or we’ll be here all night.” He stared at us, with tented pants, until we dressed and followed him back to the gym.
We spent Friday evening putting the finishing touches on everything - dark red curtains with white snowflakes and green trees. Half of the lights would remain off while green, red, and white spotlights moved around. As we had to spend all day in the gym, all the girls made sure that no song would repeat on the playlist. I definitely didn’t want a jiggle bell earworm in my head the whole day.
The parents sent us home at 6 pm, but stayed late to finish. We had sold out of the two-hour slots and decided to add a slot from 6 am till 8 am on Saturday, which meant we had to arrive between 5 am and 5:30 am. Sleep didn’t come easily, but in Fenna’s warm arms, it did arrive, and I had a great sleep.
Saturday morning, way too early for human beings, Mom drove Fenna and me, so we arrived before most of the girls. Mom has such a hang-up about punctuality.
In the female changeroom, we stripped and put on thick white robes. Every two hours, really one hour and fifty minutes because we needed time to change over, Mark would assign us new numbers and booths, just in case someone figured out our positions. Zoe created a cool app that would randomize our spots, track the votes, and post to the scoreboard. She made a list of all the girls, with crude pictures of our faces beside it, and the current popularity of each of us. While the school used the board to play movies at lunch, our faces didn’t look very good, with my nose distorted and super ugly.
Anna, Tess, Rachel, and Lisa sat on a bench and slipped coffee. Officially, only former and current members of the team could participate, but we allowed Lisa by unanimous consent, and Tess paid, actually paid! for Rachel to join us. We each had the option of paying for someone to fill one of the remaining six spots of the twenty-four we had. Each player could bid on the spot for someone. Fenna said that Anna actually paid for Rachel, but didn’t want Rachel to know.
Zoe flew in and arrived with Lise, Bella, and Marcy, the girl I met at Laser Tag. Stella drove Ava, Julia, and Sofia, whom Ava paid to join us. Abigail, Ada arrived with Nancy and a girl named Mila, a former player who always said hi to Abigail when we snuck in the smoking doors before Ada dealt with Rebecca. Payton, who Bella paid because apparently they get along almost better than Bella and Luca, arrived with big black bags under her eyes. Aisling, Anna’s choice, but who apparently Tess actually paid for, showed up with Sunshine, officially Abigail’s choice, but had wrangled her way in somehow because Abigail didn’t pay for her. Nora, Roos, and Zara, all former team members, all blonde with blue eyes, had flown in on Friday from all over the US just for his event.
Twenty-four girls, most blonde, sat in the change room, most half asleep, but a few, like Rachel, talked too loud and had way too much energy. Fenna and I decided not to shave, but most of the girls shaved or at least trimmed.
“Who invited her?” Fenna said as she leaned her head on my shoulder. Rachel believed everyone would pick her because of her small pussy, and the acidic-sweet flavor from all the pineapples she ate this past week.
Abigail shared her vape with Mila, while Ada leaned against the lockers and didn’t appear tired, just stared at Mila, like she wanted to figure her out.
“Ok, here’s the positioning for the first tasting slot,” Mark announced, put up two identical white pieces of paper with twenty-four names, one on the door and one on the wall beside the bathroom doorway.
Fenna had the first shift, and I had the second, which meant I could have slept in. Eleven others agreed with me while the other twelve lined up in front of the changeroom doors. While they stood like death warmed over, their fingers tapped their legs, squeezed each other’s shoulders, and giggled in random bursts.
“We have a full crowd. If you need anything, Deb, Stella, and I will be available. Just click the button beside your table. Sarah’s wandering around with a camera to document the event. We have raised thousands already, and with the auction tomorrow night, we expect to raise thousands more,” Mark said. A few girls cheered at the thousands raised remark.
The murmur of the crowded gym filled the room as the twelve left for the first shift. Two of the new blondes, an extremely thin, tall one with short blonde hair, and a most average girl in a bob cut, approached me and sat on either side.
“So, you’re dating Fenna,” the thin one said. The white bathrobe hung off her, too short in the arms and too broad in the shoulders. Her lips looked too big for her face, but when she smiled, my heart fluttered. Beautiful. Too bad she only smiled when she said ‘Fenna’.
“Heard you’re the fastest runner on the team,” the average girl said. Lovely long fingernails with small green trees on a red background, with the reverse on her toenails.
“Zara used to be the fastest, but now you are,” Zoe said, without her usual energy. She stood in front of Zara, the average girl with fabulous nails, and their knees touched.
“Zoe, good to see you,” Zara said and made a fist with her right hand.
“Zoe, leave Zara alone. Nora, guess what?” Bella said and snuggled up against Nora, the tall anorexic girl, “I have a boyfriend now, Luca, who’s like awesome, he plays Dragon’s Dungeon.” Bella’s hand slipped into Nora’s robe and played with her nipple.
“Dungeons and Dragons,” Julia said as she leaned against the locker, her robe open to her belly button, and her right breast exposed.
“That’s what I said. So Nora, who you dating?” Bella asked as she flicked Nora’s nipple, who pushed Bella’s hand away.
“Probably not their brother,” Zoe said as she made a fist and stared at Zara. Zoe’s robe hung open to expose her small breasts, almost as if she wanted Zara to kiss them.
“That was two years ago, and we only went on one date, and nothing happened,” Zara said. Her gaze didn’t leave Zoe’s face.
“I know. Didn’t you like him? Why didn’t you date again?” Zoe said and leaned further forward till her nose almost touched Zara’s.
Zara turned away, paused, paused, too long, we all waited for Zara to hit Zoe, or Zoe to hit Zara, or scream, or something, anything but not this nothing. One good thing, the confrontation woke me up.
“No, I didn’t like him. I only said yes to the date to get closer to you, but you never noticed me, and then you yelled at me about your brother, and then we moved away, and you didn’t write or send emails,” Zara said. She stared away, her hands flat against the bench.
“Sorry,” Zoe mumbled and ran to the washroom. Bella and I glanced at each other, but neither of us wanted to move. No energy. Besides, Zoe could deal with it herself.
“Seriously, like, you liked Zoe,” Julia asked, with her eyes half closed.
“No, not really, but kinda. I didn’t like her like her, I just, you know, liked her,” Zara said, which made sense. Teenagers often get confused at this time of life. I kinda liked Eva, and kinda liked Fenna way back when, but as I matured and grew up, I realized that I liked Eva as a friend and Fenna as a girlfriend.
No one really talked. A few murmured, and Zoe returned, a bit puffy-eyed, and sat across from Zara, but didn’t say anything.
Finally, Mark entered and yelled, way too loud for that hour of the morning, “You’re up. Enjoy, and no pissing on anyone, Bella, Zoe, Zara, and try to control your orgasms, Nora.”
“Still an asshole,” Nora whispered to Bella, to which I nodded.
The excitement in the gym deafened me and woke me up completely, like a double-double triple shot of espresso. We walked to our booths, mine, number nineteen, required me to walk past all the girls on the changeroom side, across the gym behind the curtain, and down most of the other side.
Flushed faces, sweaty foreheads, wide mouths, pants, groans, the girls, getting sampled, held onto the massage tables, knuckles white, while their breasts heaved. I gave Fenna, in spot ten, a kiss on her forehead, but she barely acknowledged me.
The booth’s massage table felt cool on my naked skin. I positioned the curtains around my waist, placed my legs in the cloth slots, and spread them until I had fully exposed my pussy, and the taster had complete access. I shivered as I waited for my first. I couldn’t see the people around me because the black curtains did a great job of dividing us, but didn’t dampen the sounds between us too much. The music, jingle bells of course, the talking, shouts, and excited murmurs, drowned out almost all noise.
Tess, on my right, moaned and gasped. Sunshine on my left repeated over and over, “Yes, oh, yes, oh god, yes.”
“Three minutes remaining for the current twelve. Last chances to sample. As a reminder, you may only use your mouth. Anyone caught putting anything inside the girls’ will get ejected. Refreshments in the middle,” Mom said over the PA. She sounded way too excited.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as the three minutes took a million years to arrive. A spotlight kept me in shadow. The hot air smelled of body odor, vape smoke, and the musk from twelve girls’ pussy juice. Behind my head, an announcement paper, for this tasting event, crinkled with the powerful ceiling fans. My fingers rested beside the red button that would summon Stella or Mom, but hopefully not Mark. Mouth dry, forehead and neck moist, eyes closed, mouth open, nipples erect and sore, my legs quivered, while my pussy tingled, and my asshole itched. I needed to pee, but I didn’t have time.
The buzzer sounded, and the first person arrived. I couldn’t hear them, and when their tongue touched my pussy, I jumped. Their tongue barely touched me, around the lips, a bit, on my clit for a fraction of a second, and then it disappeared.
Not bad, but definitely not great. That didn’t explain the moans, gasps, or Sunshine’s mantra. Maybe Tess and Sunshine hadn’t had a good pussy licking in a long time, which I found hard to believe.
The following person had a wetter tongue, but still didn’t lick much. The next dryer, but with more force. The next, similar but more pleasurable. The next, the pleasure built. And the next, and the next. Saliva covered my pussy as juice leaked down. My fingers gripped the conveniently placed handrails. More licking. More licks, more tongues, more, just always another one, and another. My chest heaved, my back arched, I wanted the next to shove something big inside me, but always just a tongue, a tongue, around my lips, on my clit, a swirl, lick, swirl-lick.
Until, the buzzer sounded, and Mother said over the PA, “Our first tasting slot has ended. Our next will start in fifteen minutes. All girls, please report to the changeroom.”
I stood, unsteady, like the floor turned into a water bed, and moved, and I banged into the walls, as my pussy throbbed, twitched, and demanded that I find something huge to shove into it. I arrived at the changeroom door, where the sheet on it listed the booths for the next slot. I didn’t even get to go inside because my name appeared under the first hour, booth three. My legs still shook, and I realized that I had left my robe at the other booth. I didn’t bother to go back to get it. I shuffled forward to booth three.
I laid on the table, set up the curtains, and resisted the urge to masturbate.
“Welcome to the first annual Christmas Ultimate Nosh & Tasting charity. We will start at 8:05 sharp. Rules are on the pink sheets, but a couple that I want to remind you of. Keep your tasting to thirty seconds or less, as we have a lot of people waiting. You are only allowed to use your tongue. No fingers, no objects, we have cameras in each booth, so we will know. Which reminds me, as you paid to taste, you will have access to the live streams, but only you. Be honest, if your friends and family want to watch, please have them purchase access to the stream. After all, this is for charity, specifically the four local food banks, because everyone deserves to eat something good at Christmas.”
And the buzzer sounded. The tongues arrived, one after another, my body warmed, my blood like fire, my mind boiled, time flew at a snail’s pace, tongue, tongue, lick, more. I used all my energy to stay still. My hands gripped the side of the table like I would fall into the sky. My fingers hurt. My head pounded, my heart smashed into my temple, my mouth stayed open the whole hour, my eyes closed, my breaths short.
And the buzzer sounded, I didn’t even hear Mom make an announcement. The last tongue left. I needed something inside me, something big, huge, I needed to release this before my whole body exploded. Blonde girls, blurry blonde girls, rushed with me into the changing room.
Bella lay on the bench, her legs spread off the sides, her pussy lips engorged with blood, and she panted, “Fucking best orgasms.”
On the floor, with her ass up, Fenna lay on her breasts. Her pussy opened and closed as if it wanted to talk to me. I didn’t care. I just wanted something massive inside me. Something to get me off.
In the corner, a couple of baseball bats, aluminum, big, perfect, I rushed over to them, grabbed the Louisville Slugger, silver with red letters, and in one motion, shoved it up my cunt. OH, FUCK, it split me, filled me, I shuddered, stars appeared and exploded, finally. I fell back against the wall, my body shook, my eyes refused to focus, and I couldn’t get a grip on the bat as I tried to push it deeper, to fill me more.
Then a mouth, a tongue, touched my clit, and someone helped push the bat deeper, rapid deep thrusts assaulted my puss, and I exploded, shuddered, over and over, up and down, like a roller coaster, or a rocket, launched, and exploded.
“Thanks,” I mumbled from the floor, the bat a few inches away, my juice reflecting the light. Dirt pressed into my cheek while saliva rolled out of my mouth and covered the floor. The room smelled like sex, so strong, like a haze.
“You’re welcome,” Payton, Luca’s older sister, said from above me. Squatted, pussy inches from my face, on instinct, I lifted my head to lick, but she stopped me with jet black nails on pale, long fingers, “Not now, maybe later.”
I nodded and put my head down into my puddle of saliva.
No idea how long it took for my mind to return, for my body to recover, but eventually, it did, and I sat beside Fenna, my head on her shoulder, her head on my head, while the warmth of her body gave me enough energy to continue.
“Fucking intense,” Bella said, with her head in her hands, back curved, while saliva leaked from her mouth and pussy juice pooled under her ass. I felt the same.
“Fucking awesome,” Zoe said and bounced. Bounced. With energy. Bounced on her toes while she walked back and forth. We had only finished two sessions, still six more today, three more tomorrow, and then the auction. Thank goodness that we had Sunday afternoon off.
Mark appeared with new lists, and the rest of the day happened.
Intense lust built up as tongues, big, little, wide, narrow, wet, dry, rough, slick, licked, tasted, explored, probed, dug, prospected, caressed.
One person used their tongue and lips to perfect effect on my clit, I almost orgasmed, without penetration, without pain, except the pain to resist shoving stuff inside me.
Next break, I shoved the bat back inside me and fucked myself hard until orgasm. The following break, Zoe helped with the bat, working it, twisting it, deeper, a glance down to see the entire logo disappear sent me over the edge again. Then I had to help her with a big black dildo that she brought from home. She lay on her back, on the bench, and I shoved it in, over and over, while she moaned and mumbled her oldest brother’s name. Zara watched beside me, then helped me with the dildo, well, didn’t help exactly, rather, she interfered with my timing, and I eventually gave up and let her take over. She fucked Zoe to orgasm, then placed the dildo balls down on the bench, lowered herself onto it, and bounced.
“Oh, fuck me, Zoe, use your brother’s cock to fuck me,” Zara said as she pinched her nipples, and Zoe, who I guess no longer hated Zara, rubbed Zara’s clit.
“You know, if you had dated my brother, we could have done this for real,” Zoe said and sucked on Zara’s neck. Zara’s apple-sized breasts pressed against Zoe’s petite body.
“Fuck yes, fuck me, more,” Zara’s screams echoed off the concrete walls, metal lockers. Bella, Lise, and Lisa finished their joints and joined to watch.
“Glad to see they made up,” Bella said, put her arm around my shoulders, and leaned on me. She reeked of marijuana and sex.
Mark walked in and put up the next set of sheets, “It’s going great out there, keep up the good work. Glad to see that Zoe and Zara made up.” He moved behind Lisa and rubbed her shoulders. I wanted that type of love.
“Jesus, that’s making me so fucking horny. Five minutes,” Mom said as she stuck her head in the room.
“FUCK, yes,” Zara screamed, and Zoe caught her. Their petite, naked, blonde-haired bodies fell to the floor, and the black dildo fell on the other side of the bench, used, wet, and discarded.
More tongues, more almost orgasms. A back-to-back session that nearly killed me. My legs barely held me up as I walked back to the changing room, and the smell of food, Chinese, sandwiches, and fresh coffee, and donuts, and I almost orgasmed as I filled a plate and sat down beside Sunshine, whose eyes drooped, and she frowned, a first.
“Wow, I’ve had so many orgasms. Best charity ever,” she said and shoved a whole piece of rainbow roll in her mouth. Her perky breasts hung as she sat hunched, another first. She sat with her legs spread, the inside of her thighs red and raw from mustaches and beards. I had the same issue.
“Julia brought some special cream stuff, I forget the name, if you want some,” I said and shoved a spoon of fried rice down my throat.
“Please,” Sunshine said, paused, put her plate down, turned to me, and hugged me tight. Her breasts pressed against my arm, which barely held my food. Her sex scent and fall spices of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples helped wake up my mind. Her warm body helped to reawaken my insides and caused my pussy to leak.
“I’m so happy that you let me come to this. It’s so awesome, and perfect, and hard, and amazing, and the best. You’re the best,” Sunshine said and kissed my neck.
“Join the team, you can do this stuff all the time,” Anna said as she sat down across from us. Her inner thighs and pussy skin almost glowed red, but also glistened from Julia’s cream. She sat with her legs wide, like a cowboy, and her blood-engorged pussy lips spread, hung, and dripped juice.
“Who’s joining the team?” Tess asked and sat down beside Anna. Tess didn’t appear as exhausted, but she had half-closed eyes and also slouched on the wooden bench. Her thighs appeared a lot less red.
“How are your legs not rubbed raw?” Sunshine asked, picked up her plate, and ate another piece of the fun colored rainbow roll. Her kiss, warmth, and scent lingered. Fenna and I need to invite her over for a threesome, or even better, because she knows Jeremy, we could have a foursome. That thought caused my pussy to twitch and want something big inside it again.
“Technique, when they first stick their head in, I have my legs too close, they can’t get their head in, then I quickly open them wide,” Tess said. Her plate only had sweet and sour pork on it, the red sauce looked great, but wow, way too much sugar.
“How does that help?” I asked.
“They pause. All the scratches come from them diving in too fast, so this way they pause, go slower, which rubs less,” Tess said and shoveled a bunch of pieces into her mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Anna asked. She had green veggies on her plate, but mostly ginger beef.
“No time, needed to orgasm, needed your touch,” Tess said between chews, the pork looked gross, too red, way too red, in her mouth.
“Where’s Bella?” Mark asked as he stormed into the room.
Roos lay on the floor in front of the door, so close that Mark almost stepped on her, her chubby belly and massive breasts, as big as Fenna’s but on a much shorter body, jigged as she fucked herself with Zoe’s black dildo. She pointed to the washrooms and moaned, “I could use your help.”
“Later, Roos,” Mark said, paused, and said, “you’re looking much healthier, good to see,” and stomped toward the washroom.
“Roos had an eating disorder, Bulimia, used to think she was too fat,” Anna said.
“But she’s gorgeous,” Sunshine said, put her plate down, and walked over to Roos, squatted, and helped with the dildo.
Yelling erupted from the washroom, Mark’s and Bella’s voices, too loud to hear what they said, but I got the gist, Bella pissed on someone, a guy who complained, a girl who liked it, or maybe both. I couldn’t understand, nor did I care. Instead, I watched Sunshine push the dildo in and out of Roos while she sucked on Roos’s massive breast. Roos moaned and squirmed on the ground.
“Ten minutes, girls,” Mark said, paused above Roos, and said, “Roos, you have such a beautiful body, I wish I had time to fuck you, but duty calls,” and left the room.
Roos moaned and bit off a scream when Mark said that he would fuck her, and her body shuddered, her massive breasts and belly rolls jiggled, while her pale, thick legs quivered, with an orgasm.
Sunshine kissed Roos on the mouth with tongue, then helped her up. The two walked to the food table, where Sunshine fed Roos sushi.
“Roos always gets all the hot girls and guys, and she doesn’t even try,” Anna said.
“Well, she is great in bed,” Tess said.
“See what I mean, all the hot girls,” Anna said. Tess smiled and kissed Anna. True love, like what Fenna and I had.
Bella and Julia joined us, high and giggling, and not as exhausted as us.
Only a single session, and Fenna and I had the break at the same time. At first, we just held each other, both too tired to do anything, but when Zoe came over with the huge black, well-used dildo, and said, “Since you’re no longer part of the high sisters, you have to be part of the brother fuckers. You also, Margot.”
Fenna nodded, lay down on the bench, pulled her legs up, and exposed her meaty, beautiful, sexy, wide-open pussy to Zoe and me. Zoe pushed the huge black plastic thing deep into Fenna, who almost fell off the bench as she withered and moaned.
“Margot, you too,” Zoe said and pointed to the bench. You can’t say no to Zoe. So I mirrored Fenna and moved butt to butt, and held my legs close to my chest to expose my red, raw, well-used pussy to Zoe.
From somewhere, Zoe pulled out another black dildo, huge, slightly bigger than the last one, and shoved it in me.
“Now you’re each fucking my brother,” Zoe said and shoved the dildos in and out. Big, not as big as the bat, but a very good size, similar to Amir’s.
“My sister and I used to have to use these when the boys would go on some stupid sports trip. We had them molded after their penis’s, complete with veins, but not their pubic hair, that turned out really gross,” Zoe said and pushed faster. She tried to rub my clit, but I pushed her away, too sensitive from all the licking.
“Zoe, I wanted to use one of those,” Roos said as she walked up. Her breasts hung down to her belly button. She did have a beautiful, round face, framed perfectly by her messy, long hair. She radiated sex and health, like an earth goddess, of abundance, and harvest, and orgies under the moonlight. I shuddered and orgasmed and no longer wanted anything inside me.
“They just finished,” Zoe said and handed Roos the two dildos. A few benches down, Sunshine lay with her feet pulled to her chest like me and waited for Roos.
I sat up to hug Fenna, but Zoe slipped between us, and I hugged Zoe as I held onto Fenna.
Roos placed one dildo on the bench, still covered in juices, and sank on it. She sighed as her pussy engulfed the massive dick. The other one she shoved into Sunshine, who squealed and grunted. Roos bounced and fucked herself while she pushed the dildo into Sunshine.
For some reason, well, ok, a great reason, the sight didn’t do much to raise my lust. Instead, I studied it as a scientist, abstract, for technique. I noted how Sunshine held her legs behind her knees and squished her breasts with her thighs. How Roos’s breasts bounced and reminded me of Fenna, which did cause a tingle, but not enough.
Another session, more licks, more lust, heat, almost painful, hard to stay still, like Sunshine said, hardest charity ever, and the best. Who knew that lying in one spot could prove so exhausting and hard?
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