Chapter 373: The Offering 8

The head of his cock pressed deep. She felt it in her stomach. Her thighs shook. She stayed there until the tightness eased enough that she could breathe.

Then she opened her eyes. Lia and Sophia were staring at her.

"what the fuck Olivia?," Lia said, in a small voice.

"She did it," Sophia whispered.

Neither of them looked away. They had both heard it described and neither had ever seen it done.

Seeing it done by Olivia, who corrected other people’s grammar, was another matter.

Olivia lifted her hips an inch and dropped them, and Lor made a low sound in his chest, and Sophia’s hand went to her own mouth.

"Don’t stare," Olivia said.

"We’re learning," Lia said faintly.

Olivia rode him.

She started slow and tight, rising until only the head was inside her and sinking back down with her lips parted.

Her breasts shifted under the mesh with every stroke. Her nipples dragged across the weave, and each drag went straight into her.

The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room, and she heard them and did not stop.

The cream bra underneath showed through the wet patches, nipples stiff and dark. Every time she dropped, her ass met his thighs with a soft sound.

She could feel him twitch inside her when she clenched.

"Olivia," Sophia said slowly. "You did that very easily."

"I did not."

"You didn’t even look. You knew exactly where it goes."

Lia’s eyes went wide. "You’ve done this before."

Olivia did not stop moving. She gave one short nod.

"When?"

"Blame the Light."

"I am absolutely going to blame you," Lia said, and she did not look away.

For a minute.

Then.

She crawled up the bed, threw a leg over Lor’s head, and said, "Open your mouth, I’m not waiting."

She sat down on his face with her back to his head and her front to Olivia, grabbed his hair with one hand, and rocked. The torn black mesh hung open.

The green panties were still shoved aside.

She was wet enough that she slid against his mouth the moment she settled.

Lor’s sound was muffled and entirely approving.

His tongue moved against her, and she rolled her hips in small circles, freckles standing out on her shoulders where the sun hit them.

Sophia was the last to move.

She watched the two of them with her knees pressed together, and then she bent down over his chest.

The pink mesh hung off her in damp folds.

She touched the tip of her tongue to one of his nipples, and she looked up at his face to see what it did.

She could not see it, because Lia was in the way.

She licked him again, slower, and his stomach jumped under her hand.

Lia opened her eyes and saw Olivia bouncing in front of her. Her face lit up.

"They’re moving so much," she said, and she reached out and caught Olivia’s breasts in both hands.

They filled her palms, heavy and warm through the green and the cream.

She squeezed, and Olivia gasped. Lia’s thumbs found the hard points under the mesh and rubbed them, and Olivia’s rhythm broke completely.

The green stocking dragged across Olivia’s nipples under Lia’s thumbs.

Olivia’s hips stuttered.

She clenched hard around him without meaning to, and Lor made a low sound against Lia’s pussy.

A hand cracked across Lia’s wrist.

"Don’t touch," Olivia said. Her voice had gone high and breathless. "Hands off."

Lia pouted. She was sitting on his face, and she could not do this with any dignity.

She took her hands back and looked around for something else to hold, and found Sophia’s hips.

Sophia was on her knees beside his ribs, bent forward over his chest, and her ass was lifted toward the side of the bed.

Lia reached over his ribs with her left hand and slid it under Sophia’s white panties.

Sophia jerked upright. "Lia!"

"You’re wet," Lia said.

"I’m not complaining." Sophia swallowed and put her mouth back on his nipple.

A second later her hips pushed into Lia’s fingers, and the sound she made against his skin was shaky.

The pink stocking clung to her thighs. Every small movement of Lia’s hand dragged the wet white fabric tighter against her.

The room had become very loud.

Lia was rolling her hips over Lor’s mouth, Sophia was whimpering into his chest, and the bed creaked under all four of them.

Lor’s hands were hard on Olivia’s hips, and he pulled her down to meet him on every stroke. The green mesh around her torn crotch shone in the sun.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, hot and thick, and the stretch made her breath come short every time she dropped.

Olivia stopped being careful.

She lost the count, and she lost the speed she had planned.

She planted her palms on his stomach and rode him in fast, deep drops, with her head thrown back and her hair stuck to her cheek.

She was not doing this for the Light.

She had not been doing it for the Light for some time, and nobody was in a position to say so.

Her breasts bounced under the green and the cream.

Her nipples dragged across the weave with every stroke, and the drag went straight between her legs.

She clenched hard around him without meaning to, and Lor made a low sound against Lia’s pussy.

Sophia went first.

Lia’s fingers found the place and stayed on it, and Sophia folded over Lor’s chest with her teeth in his skin.

Her whole body locked.

A thin, high noise came out of her and kept coming while she shook.

She bit down on his chest and held there, hips jerking in small, helpless pulses against Lia’s hand.

Lia felt it through her hand.

"That’s it," she said, panting. "That’s it, good girl."

Then the tongue under her did something she had no answer to.

She yanked at Lor’s hair and ground down hard, and she came with a loud, ragged cry, rocking over his face until her thighs gave out.

Olivia watched them go.