Minutes into our kiss, I heard laughter and shouting and opened my eyes to see who was making the noises. Georgina was straddling Judy on the floor, restraining her by the wrists, bouncing up and down on her cock and yelling, “Tell me you love my pussy! Tell me it’s heaven for your cock!” to which Judy replied, “Your pussy is heaven!” Meanwhile, Regina and Andrea were not fucking but standing next to us. They waited for another minute while we kissed before Regina loudly whispered, “(Mistress.)”
Diane sighed and asked, “What is it, Reggie?”
“Andrea Number Two and I have a conflict that requires resolution.”
“Call her ‘Prissy’, Blue. Explain.”
“She wants to eat Eupraxia out first. But I also want to eat her out first, and Eupraxia said that I had first dibs.”
Diane asked me, “Is this true?”
“She gave herself first dibs. I never promised her anything.”
Regina made a sound of disgust. “Are you reneging on our agreement?”
“I didn’t agree to you eating me out, and you invited yourself to my orgy—but out of kindness and respect for a fellow pet, as well as to avoid giving you the impression that I dislike you, I very graciously allowed you to attend. You seem very invested in the prospect of eating me out, so for the sake of maintaining peace among us pets, I’ll allow you to do so—after Doll has done what she’s been wanting to do since before you and I met.” Throughout my lecture, Regina’s frown slowly turned into a scowl, while Doll’s slowly turned into a beaming smile.
“Are you kidding me? I’m being screwed!”
Diane grunted, then plucked Regina’s ears from her head, causing her pet’s scowl to evolve into a pouty frown of suffering. “Doctor Regina Klein, you need to take a step back and examine your sense of entitlement. What have I told you before?”
“Ask, don’t take.”
“And what did you do?”
She groaned.
“Regina?”
“I took,” she muttered.
“Honesty with others is worth a small fortune. Honesty with yourself is a mint. Treat.” She pulled a Teddy Graham from her pocket and tossed it at Regina, who caught it in her mouth and wolfed it down. “I will fuck you while the Andreas do their thing.”
Regina perked up. “Really?”
“Yes, on the couch. Fingering.” She replaced her pet’s ears, who became cheerier than I’d ever seen her. “Heel, Blue.” To me and Andrea she said, “You two have fun. I believe that your rather expansive bed has yet to be claimed.”
Indeed, we had it all to ourselves. We climbed on and I laid on my back. She fell on top of me and kissed me forcefully. Her hands started at mine, then brushed the undersides of my wrists and forearms, a gentle and pleasant sensation; tickled the inside of my elbow, forcing me to giggle; made their way to my shoulders, from which they trailed down to my collarbone, where they teased me as they lightly traced its contours; and then headed down my dress to my breasts, which her groping hands played with through fabric, squishing and squeezing, cementing the long-brewing notion that my body was worthy of all admiration, worthy of all lust, worthy of all desire. I reciprocated, grabbing her chest and playing with it.
Then one hand moved across my stomach, across my lower abdomen, and down to the crux of my legs—where she very boldly pressed down through the dress’ fabric into my clit, causing me to grunt in surprise. She massaged it through the fabric, which wasn’t as pleasant as her bare fingers would have been, but I knew from my experiences in the laundry room and at Asmodeus that fucking or being fucked while still wearing a dress was hot.
After a few minutes of this, though, I concluded this wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me any time soon. “The fabric doesn’t feel as good as your skin.”
“Alright.” She backed up, then crawled under my dress and then—then I felt an overwhelming suction on my clitoris, forcing me to gasp whorishly. The pleasure was breathtaking, as I felt my lungs violently squeeze, emptying themselves with each sound that tore its way through my throat. My hands clung to the comforter and tugged at it, and my leg muscles all contracted simultaneously, wrapping themselves around her head.
Then I felt fingers enter me, flooding my barely-functioning brain with anticipation and lust, emotions that were vindicated and amplified as my G-spot was squeezed, then massaged. I was no longer capable of intelligent thought—only whatever thinking was necessary for mating—and without thought, speech was out of the question. Not that I’d be able to talk with the second mouth on mine, which I reflexively thrust my tongue into; there was another mouth kissing my neck, sending chills down my spine, which would occasionally trek up to my mouth and take over for the other mouth, and they did this back-and-forth between them, trading countless times.
My tail was being gently tugged, I felt another pair of hands on me, and then another; then two more pairs, tickling me and stroking me and petting my hair and reaching down the front of my dress to pull out my breasts and play with them. I was vaguely aware of giggling and snippets of conversation—
“She’s lost her mind.”
“It’s like she’s on drugs.”
“Damn, she’s wasted. I want Prissy to suck me off next.”
“I thought Eupraxia was talented at sex, but the new girl is giving her a run for her money.”
“I’ve never seen her like this. Leigh, have you?”
“Never. Then again, neither of us has known her as long as we would like.”
My clit felt like it was going to explode—in a good way—and whoever was playing with my nipples was definitely helping, because the zaps running up and down my abdomen gave variety and complexity to Doll’s already astounding work.
I felt something building up inside me, as a reservoir threatens to overflow its dam. As my Doll sucked, the pressure within me rose rapidly, faster than I had ever felt it rise before; with each pinch or nibble of my nipples it jumped by several feet, and with each squeeze of my G-spot it shot upwards by tens. I was dimly aware of what was being done to my body, but struggled to recognize the faces of the ones doing it out of the corners of my rolled-up eyes as—