Filthy Dirty Normal, Volume 4 Page 6

  Taylor giggled, and she talked, and she even made jokes while she worked on Ken, and Jessie thought that it might be because some part of her realized the wrongness of all of this, and that she was protecting something, too. It was as if she was trying to say, How did I accidentally end up here on my way to that client meeting? Ha ha… what a crackpot situation we’ve fallen into!

  But then all of a sudden, Taylor’s face became serious and she stopped talking and laughing. She looked surprised, like she’d discovered a troubling growth.

  “Oh God,” she said.

  “What?” said Jessie, as if this was all perfectly normal.

  “I just…” Taylor said, still bouncing up and down on Ken’s cock, her eyes still perplexed.

  “You just what?” said Jessie.

  “Oh dear,” said Taylor.

  All at once, Taylor’s bouncing stopped being smooth and rhythmic and began to hitch. Her eyes became more wide, more shocked. Her mouth opened. Jessie looked down at where she was still swallowing Ken’s length, and saw that Taylor’s pussy had begun to twitch. Then she began to buck, and eventually just sort of fell down on Ken’s lap, no longer raising herself up but now rolling her hips, a motion that caused his cock to grind in and out of her. She yelled — actually yelled — as a surprising orgasm took her. Her stomach clenched, and after a moment, she was still.

  Then, unbelievably, she stood up off of Ken, sat in her chair, and picked up the five cards that Nick had been dealing thirty seconds earlier, while she’d been grinding on Ken’s cock and coming.

  “How is that not the game?” said Jessie, suddenly less than sure that she wanted it to end.

  “Taylor still has one more to lose,” said Nick. “I sure as hell hope I win.”

  “What’s left to lose?”

  “Next time she loses, she has to fuck the winner until he —“ He looked at Jessie and shrugged. “— or she, I suppose, comes.”

  Now Jessie’s panties were flat-out soaked. She couldn’t let the others see. She still hadn’t touched anything, and the men hadn’t touched her. She still had her panties on. As things stood, in the morning, she might be able to convince herself that she’d saved some measure of dignity. Who knew? Maybe she’d even be able to come back into the office instead of disappearing in shame. Maybe.

  Ken won the next hand and Jessie breathed a sigh of relief. At least this could end now. Once Ken had blown his load, the game would be over and Ken would be like a bomb that had been disarmed safely, without hurting anyone.

  “Jessie,” said Ken.

  Jessie whipped her head toward Ken, loathing him more than ever.

  Ken read her expression and said, “I’m reasonably sure Taylor will screw me when we’re done either way,” he explained.

  Taylor’s hand was in her lap, her finger moving lazily across her clit with post-coital satisfaction. “Maybe,” she said.

  Jessie suddenly wondered how she and Taylor could ever hang out again. How do you go back to margaritas and bullshit after work after someone has eaten you out? Then Jessie remembered that she’d asked for it; all Taylor had done was to comply with her request.

  Jessie was still staring at Ken.

  “Come on, Jessie,” said Ken.

  How could she refuse after what Taylor had just done? She was already in this neck-deep. There was little point being modest now.

  But then, if you lose another hand, you’ll have to suck one of their dicks! she thought.

  Strangely, at this time and in this place, the notion didn’t bother her as much as it should have, and her lack of concern was in itself troubling.

  Jessie stood and lowered her panties, revealing a clutch of light brown curls.

  “I like a nice bush now and again,” said Nick, as if inspecting the teeth of a horse. “And you’ve shaved your lips, so it works. Nice.”

  Jessie didn’t know what to say, so she said, “Thanks.” Then she sat down, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation, excitement, embarrassment, and terror. The next deal was hers. If she dealt herself a losing hand, her imminent cocksucking would be her own doing.

  She shuffled well, cut the deck, and prepared to deal. Then, just as she was about to start tossing out cards, she was suddenly sure that she’d cut a loser and cut again. Then, before she could get cold feet, she dealt the cards.

  She had a big pile of shit. A two, a six, a seven, a nine, and a jack. Three of the four suits were represented.

  Nick took two cards on the draw. Taylor took three. Ken, with a smile on his lips, took only one. When Jessie gave him his draw card, he looked at it and smiled. Jessie traded her two, six, and seven for a three, a seven, and an ace.

  Ace high. That would never stand.

  Nick said, “I’ve got nothing.” He laid his cards down, revealing ten high.

  Ken smirked.

  “What?” said Jessie.

  “I’ve got something,” he said. And he laid down three eights.

  Jessie closed her eyes.

  “Ooh!” said Taylor. And when Jessie opened her eyes again, Taylor was laying down her cards, revealing three queens.

  Jessie felt a bubble of tension pop. Her heart came out of high gear and she found the courage to exhale. Her head was swimming, her hands shaking. She breathed deeply, willing them to…

  “Jessie,” said Taylor.

  Jessie looked up at Taylor, who was smiling. She spread her legs, revealing a smooth, wet, slightly open set of double lips.

  “But you just came!” Jessie blurted. Because that was the most appropriate thing to say right now.

  “I want to see how you do it,” said Taylor.

  Jessie shook her head. “We wouldn’t make the guys do stuff to each other. Guys on girls. Girls on guys.” But Taylor just smiled, not bothering to give the incredibly obvious response, which involved Taylor’s tongue in Jessie’s pussy not five minutes ago.

  “I’ve never done that before,” she whispered, wishing that the men weren’t around.

  “I know,” said Taylor. “That’s what makes it so hot.”

  Ken and Nick had the good sense to say nothing while Jessie mulled the issue. She wasn’t a lesbian. She wasn’t even bi-curious, and never had been. But head was head, and Taylor had given it well. And it had been strangely pleasing to have something between her legs that was feminine and soft and beautiful instead of masculine and hard and rugged.

  But she didn’t want to do it herself. That would be way too much.

  She looked into Taylor as she spread her legs, hooking one foot over the arm of the chair.

  She did want to do it. But she would if she had to, if she were asked one more time.

  “Pleeeeeease, Jessie,” said Taylor, sliding a finger into her waiting canal.

  Jessie stood up, for some reason crossing her arms across her breasts. Then she realized how ridiculous that was, lowered them, and walked around to Taylor. Taylor swiveled to face her, still spread wide. Jessie stood for a moment, indecisive. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that both of the men had begun to stroke themselves. She tried to ignore it.

  Taylor gave a nod. Jessie kneeled. Then, when she didn’t move further, Taylor leaned forward, placed her hand gently on the back of Jessie’s head, and pulled it slowly forward until Jessie’s nose and lips were brushing her wetness.

  Jessie wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but she’d had it done on her often enough to guess. How hard could it be? She extended her tongue and touched it tentatively to a spot in the middle. There was a slight tangy taste, not at all unpleasant. Taylor was already making small noises. She was so wet that she was absolutely covered in juices, and so hot that her insides felt like a heater against Jessie’s cheeks and lips.

  Jessie gave another small lick. Taylor moaned.

  She moved higher, gave another lick. Taylor moaned again. Either she was just trying to be accommodating or she was simply that turned on.

  Jessie pulled back and peered inside of Taylor’s canal, then saw it twitch mo
mentarily closed. Her ass puckered at the same time, everything drawing tighter and closer. Then she leaned forward and gave a long, flat lick across Taylor’s clit. Then smaller licks, back and forth, in circles.

  Jessie saw motion in her peripheral vision and knew that the men were enjoying the show. One of them moved behind her, then vanished. Jessie told herself that if the son of a bitch tried to stick his cock into her, she’d kick him.

  Jessie continued licking. She wasn’t sure how long she was supposed to go, but Taylor made the decision for her. Within thirty seconds, Taylor started to moan and grind into her, rubbing juices all over her face. Then she came hard — harder than last time, if that was possible. She rolled and contracted, her torso pulling forward as if on a string, moans issuing from her mouth. Jessie felt a torrent of juices come from inside, covering her chin.

  When it was over, while Taylor fought to catch her breath, Jessie sat up straight and looked at her, waiting for her to come down. When Taylor did come down, she gave Jessie a pleased, strangely friendly smile.

  Then she turned to Ken and said, “Deal the cards.”

  Jessie plodded back to her seat, astonished that any of the rest of them could keep a poker game going through all of this. But then, wasn’t she still playing, too?

  Jessie wasn’t mentally present enough to worry about the next hand, which was good because Nick won it. He said Taylor’s name before Jessie had the wherewithal to realize she’d dodged a bullet.

  “I really do want you to suck my cock,” Nick told Jessie, as if in apology, “but I can’t take any more of this.”

  Taylor stood up, grabbed two tissues from a box on the kitchen counter, and wiped the excess wetness from her dripping pussy. Then, without comment, she walked over to Nick, turned around, and squatted over the head of his cock. He was holding it upright for her, like a gentleman. Taylor wiggled her hips to coat the tip with her lubrication, then slipped the head between her very pink, very moist lips. She sat down, sliding it inside of her, with a little noise of surprise.

  “You’re big,” she said.

  Across the table, Ken’s face fell. Apparently his cock didn’t merit the same comment.

  Nick didn’t acknowledge what Jessie was sure he’d ordinarily consider a huge compliment. He may not even have heard it. He was staring down at Taylor’s ass. It was, Jessie thought with surprising conviction, a fantastic ass. She fought the urge to wheel closer so that she could watch Nick’s cock slide in and out, now that he’d placed a hand on her back and nudged her torso down, so that she was leaning forward to give him an ideal view. From where Jessie was sitting, she couldn’t see much of Taylor’s beautiful ass. She could see Taylor’s beautiful swinging breasts and the expressions of pleasure on her beautiful face, and sometimes, on some thrusts, she could see Taylor raise up enough to give a view of Nick’s cock inside of her beautiful pussy from the front. Jessie also wondered why she kept thinking “beautiful,” but imagined it might have something to do with the way Jessie’s face had just been in Taylor’s crotch and the way Jessie hadn’t found it at all objectionable.

  Bent forward as she was, Taylor’s head wasn’t far from Jessie. She looked up and stared between Jessie’s legs, which had apparently turned toward the screwing couple and parted of their own accord.

  “Wow,” said Taylor. “You’re wet.”

  Jessie snapped her legs closed, a blush creeping across her skin.

  Taylor smiled, then sat up, the action between her legs once again becoming visible from the front. Jessie felt herself watching the wet, sliding action, transfixed. Taylor’s lips were so reddened, so aroused.

  Once Jessie was sure that all eyes were elsewhere, she sneaked a look down and saw that below her hair, her own lips looked just as blushed. And what Taylor had said was true. She was partially open, like a flower starting to bloom… and there was dew on the petals, so to speak. Everything down there felt so… full. And tingly. It was as if there were something deep inside of her that was vibrating, building up to a fever pitch.

  Nick put a hand on Taylor’s back and pushed her torso down again. Taylor’s breasts were once again swaying in front of Jessie, and Jessie’s legs had once again parted. She could feel the way her spread legs were making her canal open wider.

  With Nick thrusting into Taylor (which was audible and wet-sounding — a nice stimulus in the absence of a clear visual), Taylor casually reached forward and slid a finger into Jessie’s pussy.

  Jessie snapped her thighs together again, but this time doing so trapped Taylor’s finger inside. She tensed involuntarily, then relaxed. Taylor giggled and pulled her hand away, the finger tip glistening.

  The vibrating sensation inside had increased several-fold in intensity.

  “Go ahead and come, Jessie,” said Taylor. “You don’t have to hold it in.”

  But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not here. Not now. Not in front of all these people she knew, who she’d pass in the hallways several times every workday for God knew how long. She couldn’t expose that part of herself to them, no matter how much she’d already exposed. She’d never be able to look any of them in the eye again, because if she did, she’d always hear them in her head, saying, I watched you come. I watched your face as an orgasm took you, and your pussy filled with juices.

  She couldn’t let it happen, despite the vibration inside of her. Despite the fact that she hadn’t touched herself, and yet still felt everything beginning to shake. Coming would be admitting that she’d enjoyed herself. Coming would be an admission that she hadn’t been coerced and hadn’t just gone along for the ride, but had genuinely gotten off on it all.

  “Let it go, baby,” Taylor purred. She sat up fully, her feet rooted, and then slowly raised herself so that most of Nick’s cock was exposed, just its head still inside of her. She used her fingers to spread herself open, smiling at Jessie. Then she began moving again, sliding slowly up and down, inches vanishing and reappearing. Jessie’s inner thighs began to twitch. She couldn’t. She couldn’t.

  “Go ahead and come,” Taylor whispered.

  Jessie tried to fight it, but her body obeyed.

  It started as a contraction deep inside as the internal vibration reached out, as if with tiny hands, and grabbed all of her muscles, and all of her nerves, and pulled. The sensation throbbed within her, building. It didn’t peak quickly, but headed toward the peak inexorably nonetheless, advancing steadily as if toward a cliff, and there was no way she could stop it unless she ran from the room, because her hands were still at her sides and there was no stimulation for her to remove to disarm it. And so Jessie looked into Taylor’s eyes, her attention outward but all of her concentration focused inward, fighting. Taylor leaned forward again. As Nick began to moan, Taylor increased the speed of her thrusts. Jessie’s sensations continued to climb, like mercury in a thermometer. Everything felt sexual. Everything was turning her on.

  The sights. The sounds. It’s too much.

  Taylor leaned forward as much as she could, then placed her hands on Jessie’s knees, staring up at her. Jessie’s big eyes became wider, staring into Taylor’s, almost pleading for what was within her to stop. But it wasn’t stopping. The tiny hands of that feeling inside of her pulled harder. She felt herself speeding toward the edge, moments from falling over it.

  Behind Taylor, Nick pulled out and stroked his cock until it began to shoot long streams all over Taylor’s ass and back. Watching it made the sensations inside of Jessie accelerate, but she still didn’t want this to happen. Not here. Not in front of everyone. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. But she was about to, whether she wanted to or not.

  Taylor pulled Jessie’s chair forward by pulling on her knees, staying far from the shaking, wet area between Jessie’s legs. Then she straightened up, whispered, “Hide it by kissing me, then,” and pressed her soft lips against Jessie’s.

  Jessie thought of everything at once. The soft lips on her own lips. The cum shooting onto Taylor’s ass. Ken’s — and then
Nick’s — cocks sliding into the slit between Taylor’s legs. Taylor coming, twice. Her face in Taylor’s pussy. Taylor’s face in her pussy. The orgasm she was trying to keep in.

  Taylor was now standing, bent forward at the waist. Nick had moved away, satisfied. Ken had circled around to watch the ending fireworks. And now that the fireworks were finished, without comment or without asking, Ken moved up behind Taylor and slid his cock into her.

  The wave crested inside of Jessie. She pushed harder into Taylor’s lips when it happened, grabbing at the back of her head and pulling their two faces together.

  Without hands, the orgasm took its time, rolling up like a slow swell, huge and powerful. Jessie clamped her legs together, trying subtly to grind them together as she came, everything inside of herself tightening and alive with sensation. She kept her eyes open. Taylor watched those eyes, watched the helpless look overtake them as Jessie lost control of everything she had been trying so hard to contain.

  Taylor’s hand found Jessie’s breasts and stroked her nipples as the waves shook her.

  It seemed to go on forever. Jessie stifled her moans with Taylor’s mouth, but there was no need. Behind Taylor, Ken’s speed had already increased, his thrusts telegraphing up Taylor’s body, making her breasts clap into Jessie’s, making Taylor’s mouth pulse into her own. Jessie was still coming, her head delirious. Already Ken was close; he’d probably been stroking himself all along, and he’d already been worked up, and he’d be there in no time at all.

  Ken pushed Taylor more firmly into Jessie. Jessie’s legs were clamped tight. Somehow, she was still trying to pretend that nothing unusual was happening and that this was all normal as waves of pleasure rolled through her, rising up from between her legs and spreading out, starting in her nipples and her lips and her neck and finding their way down, everything everywhere. And then, after no more than twenty or thirty seconds of thrusting, Ken came, and the force of his orgasm sent white globs as high as Taylor’s shoulder; Jessie saw it land as the final contractions hit her. A few small drops landed on Jessie’s neck, Ken moaning and stroking behind Taylor, Jessie coming down, her mind returning, her hands finding Taylor’s breasts because they looked so nice and so soft, so many new things in one night.