“He’s so smooth,” Emma says to Mat, “except for his pointy bits.”

“Yes,” Mat tells Emma. “He’s made of ebony and his name is Quim.”

“Quinn?” asks Emma.

“Quim,” Mat says. “It’s another word for cunt.”

Emma shakes her head and suppresses a laugh. “He’s not going to fuck me,” Emma says.

Mat frowns. “Can’t he just ... nibble?”

Emma thinks for a moment. “Maybe a tiny teeny nibble. But he’d better not peck.”

Nibble Emma’s quim Quim did, and most gently and devotedly and efficaciously, that after some minutes the ebony back and breast of the bird showed a sheen of slippery sex juice, and the tail enjoyed a thorough taste of the excited clitoris, and the beak, sorely tempted, permitted itself but the most tender of kisses upon (and slightly slightly slightly within) the deliciously tight and climactically contracting anus.

“Quim deserves a prize,” Emma said. “What a sweet and sexy bird! So many lovely orgasms he gave me.” She removed the black bow from her ponytail and smoothed around Quim’s neck.

“What about me?” Mat asked. “Don’t I get a bow?”

“Of course you do, my lovely lover man. You and Quim can share.” She removed the bow from the bird and wrapped it about Mat’s penis. “Satisfied now?”

Mat nodded.

“Good,” Emma said. “Now fuck me.”

A long and loving fuck Mat and Emma enjoyed, by turns playful and fierce, and when at last they separated, Emma tugged the black bow from Mat’s spent cock. “Oh no!” she moaned. “My favorite scrunchie, ruined.”