The first thing that Aria was aware of, when the damnably piercing sunlight ruptured her cozy bubble of sleep, was her thick, meaty cock poking at the bedsheets draped over her. She growled, baring her teeth at nothing in particular, aware at once of a sort of restlessness she knew all too well.
She sat up, peeling back the covers. They slid across her naked skin, soft and delightfully silky, but each second the fabric brushed over the tip of her fat cock, she had to stifle another growl.
There were some days when she felt like that thing between her legs ruled her. After a lifetime of living with it, she’d thought at times that she must be used to it, but it still felt as though, some days, it woke up, decided that it was going to fuck something, and resolved to make Aria’s live miserable until she complied. She found it difficult to think, and not just because she was still bleary-eyed and pissed off at having to get up.
But, when her eyes fell on the thing that’d rousted her, she felt a smug smirk coming on. It stood there, proudly jutting from her loins, aimed squarely at the ceiling, demanding that all eyes in the room come to it. It stood there like a beacon of virility, a font of red-hot sex constrained only by lonely circumstance.
A smile playing on her lips, Aria reached down and touched it. Her fingers knew the surface well, after so many years of playing with it; she felt it throbbing eagerly, blasting pulses of heat into her palm. It twitched, she groaned; she wrapped her fingers around it, gave it a long pump.
Of course, what she’d also learned well from so many years was what it needed. What was good enough. What was woefully inadequate.
… And, she recalled as she stroked, what was just barely enough to sate it, but teetered so closely on the line between “good enough” and “just not right.”
Her fingers?
Fast food.
And this thing wants a fucking feast, Aria thought with a leering grin, wrapping her hand tightly around her shaft, choking the damn thing for being so petty one moment and petting it encouragingly for giving her ideas the next.
She looked over at the clock on the wall opposite her bed. Just past nine in the morning.
Too fucking early.
But she dragged herself out of bed, lurching over to her dresser just long enough to stuff her tits into a tank top before shambling out into the hall, bare feet sinking into carpeted floor, thick cock leading the way. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she went, grimacing and wishing the sun was a woman so she could fuck into a coma in exchange for a day of respite.
But alas.
She eventually rounded a corner that left her standing in the living room, where her eyes darted about until she spied Sonata sitting at the dining table—most any other day, Aria would’ve quietly hated how Sonata got to be perky and cheerful in the mornings, but some days it had its perks.
Because, after all, the best part about being a siren was living with two other sirens. And the best part of that was how impeccably fuckable they were.
Sonata sat at that table, wearing a tight T-shirt that clung flush against her delectable tits and bared a thin strip of flat midriff, and shorts so tiny they might as well have been called underwear. Sonata herself had her cheek propped up on one hand, idly fidgeting with a pencil in her other while staring at a crossword puzzle. She yawned, opening that mouth of hers so wide it was practically begging for something to fill it.
The walk from her bedroom had made Aria go slightly limp, but a few moments of staring at Sonata’s naked thighs, picturing what it’d be like to spread ‘em wide and rip those shorts off, imagining how those tits would bounce when Sonata was properly stuffed…
Granite didn’t have shit on Aria’s cock.
So she swaggered on over, putting a little sway in her hips but padding lightly along on the balls of her feet.
“ ‘Morning, Sonata,” she said, but only when she’d sat down across the table from Sonata; her erection hid sneakily underneath the table.
Sonata turned to her with a start, surprised eyes popping open wide. “Good morning, Aria!” she chirped as soon as she’d recovered, then whipped her head towards the kitchen. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be up, so I didn’t start making breakfast, but—”
“That’s fine.” Aria waved dismissively with her left hand; her right snaked under the table, wrapping around her cock. She gave it a long, lazy stroke, fixing her attention on Sonata’s chest.
It was sexier, somehow, when Sonata didn’t know what was happening, when she didn’t realize right away that Aria was touching herself. It made it less that Sonata was using her assets to turn someone on, and more like Aria was selfishly plundering them for her own gratification.
Whatever the reason, it was blisteringly hot.
“Oh, okay,” Sonata said, quirking her lips and returning with a sigh to her crossword. “I’ll wait till Adagio’s up, then.”
“Yeah.” Aria suppressed a grunt; she pumped her hand up and down, slowly caressing the veiny flesh with her fingers.
She didn’t need to do it for very long. Just enough to get herself nice and worked up. While she could happily beat off all day long, if Sonata stuck around, she had her eye on other things.
“But, if you’re looking for something to do in the meantime…”
One of the downsides of living with a cock-addicted slut: Aria practically had to keep her on a leash whenever they went out.
One of the upsides, when Aria’s was the one and only cock in the household…
Well. Put two and two together; it meant she got to fuck Sonata whenever she felt like it—which was pretty damn often.
All she had to do was stand up and walk on over. Her engorged, needy dick winked and drooled as she rose. Sonata’s eyes lit up; it must’ve been a struggle for her to not pop out of her clothes and hurl herself at it cunt-first, but she was a good little whore and stayed in her chair when Aria pressed a hand down on her head.
Her mouth was already at the perfect height, after all. Why did she need to move?
Aria slipped her leg between Sonata’s, spreading them apart and standing between them. When Sonata didn’t take the initiative right away, Aria let out a growl and pivoted her hips; her cock swung like a baton, striking Sonata’s cheek with a wet slap and leaving a gooey smear where it touched.
“Well?” Aria grunted, her hungry, neglected cock twitching at the sight and sound of Sonata yelping and rubbing at her cheek. “What’re you waiting for?”
With a flustered shake of her head, Sonata started to mumble an apology that got cut off when Aria prodded at her lips with the tip of her erection. Aria let out a groan as Sonata opened wide and popped her inside; her lips were smooth and plump, the perfect pillows to handle a shaft as girthy as Aria’s. It was like plunging her dick into a sauna; damp warmth embraced it from every side.
The effect it had on Sonata was always a puzzling one. She was normally so fidgety, so flighty; the hardest thing in the world for her was to stay still without something to do. And even when she did find something to do, her short attention span made itself known quickly.
And yet, when she had a cock stuffed into her throat?
She was downright serene.
She closed her eyes while she started suckling on Aria’s tip. Her tongue darted up to swirl about, gracing Aria’s tip and shaft with electrically ecstatic touches from every angle. Aria moaned, long and loudly, rolling her hips forward to slide a little more into Sonata’s mouth, which went eagerly accepted.
Sonata started bobbing her head slowly, but every time she drew back, Aria was quick to press on the back of her head and shove her back into place. It made for a disjointed rhythm at first, but Sonata caught on quickly; she was a toy, not a partner.
If anything, Sonata seemed to like it more that way. She relaxed as she let Aria force her head into position, complied in obedient silence broken only by a content moan here and there. Which made Aria smile at first. Until she remembered that half the fun of having toys was in breaking them. With a scowl and without warning, she grabbed a handful of Sonata’s hair and yanked, timing it with a thrust of her hips to mash Sonata’s face as close to her pelvis as it’d go. Sonata yelped, instinctively trying to draw back, but Aria kept her head pinned there.
Slowly at first, but building up in speed and sharpness, Aria rocked her hips back and forth, roughly fucking Sonata’s face. She grunted each time she went inside; all these years, she’d never found out what Sonata’s limit was when it came to fitting cock in her mouth, and it’d always infuriated her that Sonata could deepthroat even her—she had never seen a cock as big as hers.
Sonata didn’t care about being called that, of course. Aria didn’t think there was room in her head just then to care about anything that wasn’t attached to Aria’s nethers.
But Aria sure got a kick out of it. Her lip curled into a leering grin, excitement blending with musky arousal. She rammed her cock deep into Sonata’s throat, giving her a faceful of balls in the process.
For a few minutes, life was fucking peachy for Aria. She plunged her cock into Sonata’s compliant, whoreish mouth again and again and again, lips squeezing her shaft snugly.
Out the corner of her eye, movement on the house’s only staircase beckoned her. She glanced and saw a long, supple, buttery leg stepping daintily down, soon joined by another one.
Aria felt her pulse quickening.
The thin nightie Adagio wore accentuated far more than it hid. It was opaque only strategically, offering hints of a navel through translucent fabric, highlighting the sensual curve that was the swell of Adagio’s breast.
And, if Aria let her gaze wander downwards, she thought she even caught a glimpse of Adagio’s pussy.
Which, it must be said, was not the most unusual of sights, not when none of the three didn’t have days where they never bothered dressing themselves. And Adagio’s day was not complete unless she’d given someone an image to masturbate to, and she liked getting an early start.
But, it must also be said… the more anyone wanted something, the less likely Adagio was to give it to them. And there were very, very few things people who met her wanted more than a shot at that pussy.
Aria hadn’t realized she’d stopped thrusting until she felt Sonata squirming.
“Good morning, girls,” Adagio purred, treading down on the carpet like it was a catwalk. It was a struggle for Aria to pry her eyes up, but she did, and she saw the most beautiful face in the world making a coquettish smirk.
Closer. Adagio was getting closer. Her tits were getting closer.
She slipped right past Aria into the kitchen. “Don’t fuck her so hard she can’t walk. I have some errands I need her to run today,” she said over her shoulder.
Aria clenched her teeth, scowling and giving an angry thrust into Sonata’s mouth that just didn’t feel satisfying at all anymore.
You. Cunt.
But she kept going, because what the fuck else was she going to do? She wasn’t going to get less horny if she stopped midway through, that’s for sure.
Sonata didn’t mind, of course. As soon as Aria went back to stuffing her mouth, she was all calm contentedness… or she would’ve been, if she hadn’t taken one hand away from Aria’s cock and shoved it down her shorts. Any other day, Aria would’ve punished her for that, but this time she just wanted to finish her fuck for the day.
Adagio was watching, of course. From a distance, leaning against a kitchen countertop, a finger pressed to her lips but otherwise coldly dispassionate.
Aria didn’t want to look at her, of course. Admitting that she was more excited by a barely-dressed Adagio than she was by a dick-sucking Sonata was exactly the sort of encouragement that’d go right to Adagio’s head.
Because sure, it was true that Adagio parading her immensely fuckable body absolutely did totally derail any effort to find someone else sexy, but she didn’t need to know that.
So Aria didn’t look at her. Nope, didn’t spare a single glance at her stupidly perfect tits. Or her implausibly fabulous hair. Or the smokey smirk that played on her lips when she caught Aria using her body like cheap porn to stay hard.
Fuck.
Aria growled, wrenched her attention away from Adagio and fucked Sonata’s face harder. She felt pressure building up in her cock, and for once there was no bittersweet sense to it. Fucking finally, she thought with a snarl. Anger swirled together with arousal to make a scorching heat that rushed through her veins.
Naturally, Adagio chose exactly that moment to press a note into her chest. “Give this a read, Aria” she said, slipping past with a mocking wink. “The sooner, the better,” she added over her shoulder as she walked away.
What a bitch.
Aria wadded up the note in her hand, clenching it in a balled fist and ramming her hips into Sonata’s face yet again.
She pointedly didn’t look at Adagio’s enticingly swaying rear. Nope, not once. That skanky tease of a cunt could fuck off and die for all Aria cared. She pictured herself ripping that skimpy scrap of silk off of Adagio and fucking her till they both collapsed, but if she never saw Adagio again she didn’t think she’d shed a tear.
One more thrust. Pleasure flooded her; her cock pulsed and spasmed, spewing a torrent of sticky cum into Sonata’s eagerly waiting throat. Aria growled, yanking her dick out of Sonata’s mouth so that a few spurts got to splatter over Sonata’s chest and shirt. Sonata looked—and probably felt—best when she was caked in Aria’s cum, which Aria would’ve taken a few moments to relish most other days.
But fucking Adagio.
Sonata was probably horny as hell after all that; she pulled a glistening, slick hand out of her pants, then turned her lustful, half-lidded eyes on Aria’s cock.
“I’m done with you,” Aria muttered, pausing to wipe both sides of her cock on Sonata’s cheeks before turning on her heel and marching off.
Fuck you all, she thought with clenched teeth, making a fist as she held up Adagio’s note.
The first thing Sonata thought of that morning was that she felt warm. That was normal, since she slept snuggled naked under the blanket and surrounded by her army of plushies, but this was a different kind of warm. A happy, relaxing kind of warm that made her want to stay right where she was and stretch out like a cat, taking up as much room as she could.
Then it went cold. Sonata groaned, not sure how that had happened when she hadn’t moved, but definitely not liking it. She wanted the nice warm from before, and- mmmm, there it was. Just like before, it was that welcoming, sleepy kind of warm, like she was dozing in front of a fire or lying on a sunny beach in her bikini.
But if she was in a bikini on a beach, and other people were there, then she had to be careful! Normally Dagi and Ari were all like, ‘It doesn’t matter what these puny humans think of us, bla bla bla,’ but on beaches before they’d suddenly gone all red and sounding shocked, telling her that people could see. It wasn’t her fault, though! If the other two were that gorgeous - and they were - and if they lay around on the beach in tiny little bikinis - which they did - then what did they think would happen? Of course she was going to get a massive erection!
And if she was wearing a bikini like that herself, then it was going to be very hard to hide! So of course all the people were going to see! And now she was worrying about it, that wonderful warm feeling had gone away again.
Ok, all she had to do was concentrate on not getting an erection. That had never worked before, but she’d try her very hardest this time! Ok, like, not her hardest - that was what she was trying to avoid - but try as hard as she- no, that didn’t work either.
Hm.
She’d try a lot.
Ha! Take that, innuendo police!
Ok, yeah, so if she could just try as much as she could not to get an erection, she could relax, and the lovely feeling would come back. She tried and tried, screwing her eyes shut so she couldn’t see the others looking all bootylicious.
And it worked! The feeling came back, and warmth spread through her, and she was so happy she just wanted to become a puddle right there in her bed.
Wait, the bed? Not the beach?
Huh, ok, so she was lying in her bed. She cracked her eyes open to check.
Yep. Bed.
Then her eyes shot way open. If she was in bed, then she’d just woken up in the morning! And if she’d just woken up…
...Then she had a bad feeling, that, just like every other morning, she already had a massive erection.
Cold again.
Oh no! If it was already too late, then Dagi and Ari would be all embarrassed and shy, and she’d have to make them apology cake later, and arrgh, it was too early to have disappointed them already that day!
But no, no. Stupid sleep was making her confused. No beach. No bikini. So no problem with her being hard - and she felt sooo hard, on this particular morning. But that was ok! Phew!
Sonata sighed, moaning happily as her eyes drifted shut again and the warmth returned, her arms and legs going floppy again from where they’d tensed up when she thought she was in trouble. Her dick was still way hard though. Like, way hard. She might have to put pants on before getting up to make breakfast, or the other two would see it waving about as she moved around the kitchen!
Why was she so hard, though? She hadn’t had any hot dreams, as far as she could remember. Not like that one a couple of weeks ago, the one where she’d come home to find Dagi all tied up, and Ari was there saying that Dagi was sick, and the only way to make her better was the special medicine in Sonata’s cock - which was obviously cum; Sonata wasn’t stupid or anything, and Ari could just have said that Dagi needed cum pumping straight down her throat, instead of calling it medicine!
Just remembering that dream, Sonata felt her hips drive forwards by themselves, lifting off the bed. And as they did, something squeaked. The warm feeling got stronger, too, for a second, but Sonata froze, trying to hear where the squeak had come from. Was one of her plushies trying to speak to her? What did it want? She was fairly sure she’d turned them all away from her as usual the last time she needed a wank, but maybe she’d forgotten one?
No, that couldn’t be right, the squeak had come from lower, towards her feet. Cracking her eyes open and looking down, Sonata saw a big bulge in the covers, starting half way down her body.
That couldn’t be right. Even her dick wasn’t that big!
Monsters were supposed to live under the bed, not under the covers! Maybe there were so many under the bed that others had to look for somewhere else to live, and ended up as lumps under her blanket?
Very slowly, Sonata lifted the top of the covers to peek beneath, ready to slam them back down again if a monster tried to jump up at her.
It was dark down there, so she had to lift the covers up quite a bit, but even when she did, she was confused. Aria was down there! Naked! Looking up at her, not saying anything. And she had Sonata’s cock in her mouth!
...Ohhhhhh……..
That explained the warm feeling!
It totally did! Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner? It was just like how it felt when that boy from the school - Big Apple, or whatever his name was - took her out to dinner that time and then they’d got a taxi back to his and she’d fucked his tight wet throat until she came everywhere and he asked her to marry him. Yep, totally the same feeling!
But why was Ari going down on her now, without saying anything, just as she woke up? She couldn’t marry Ari, but saying no to her would be much worse than to that silly farmboy! And she’d have to, because if she and Ari got married, then who’d marry Dagi?
Sonata frowned, trying to work out what was going on, but went a bit cross-eyed when Ari made a determined face and pushed herself further down onto Sonata’s member. It really did feel so good, with how Ari kept swallowing so her gag reflex wouldn’t complain as she let the tip of Sonata’s cock into her throat, each swallow pressing tighter as it travelled down her shaft like a wave.
Ari made more faces like she was trying really hard, driving further and further down, Sonata’s erection slipping deeper inside her each time until Aria’s soft lips touched the softer skin of Sonata’s balls.
Should Sonata stroke Ari’s hair or something, to let her know everything was ok? Sonata knew how much concentrating like that hurt! She still hadn’t moved, frozen there, just looking down at Aria, watching her stiff length disappear into Ari’s mouth. Even with slightly more idea what was happening, Sonata wasn’t sure what to do.
Or, well, her brain wasn’t sure. But her hips had other ideas! They were clever, her hips - they knew just the right way to wiggle when she walked, the way that would make boys want to bend over in front of her so she’d fuck their asses until they couldn’t sit down for weeks! And right now, her hips were doing great thinking, stretching upwards off the bed again to help Ari get even deeper.
Maybe that didn’t work, so, just like she did with reverse parking, her hips dropped back down and even pushed themselves down into the mattress, further away from Aria, pulling her erection free of Ari’s mouth until only the tip was left inside. Ari’s lips felt so soft and juicy as Sonata’s shaft slid past them, coming out covered in spit, shining even though it was still quite dark where Ari was under the covers.
Gross. She’d have to make sure her dick didn’t touch the covers again - or anything else, actually - until she’d made it to the shower that morning. Weirdly, though, while she was sure she looked kind of disgusted when she saw all that spit on her dick, the cock itself swelled even harder at the sight, like it was a car and she’d just put her foot down on the gas.
All that happened in less than half a second. As soon as her hips had pulled her as far out as they could, they raced upwards again, slamming her whole length into Aria’s mouth, feeling how warm and tight it was around her, like Ari’s throat was giving her cock a hug after not seeing it for ages.
And then, again, her hips worked to help Ari get as much dick in her mouth as she could, pulling Sonata out again straight away, then forcing in the moment after, back and forth, out and in, up and down, again and again…
Each time Sonata caught a look at her shaft as it left Aria’s mouth, it would be coated with a thicker layer of heavy, thick spit, and soon strings of the same spit, like slimy, icky, so hot cobwebs, connected the base of her cock with the corners of Ari’s mouth.
Ari’s eyes still sometimes looked like she had to concentrate, but the more times she gulped down Sonata all the way into her throat, the more they became like Sonata’s did when looking through the window of a candy store, drooling over all the candies she’d get and which ones she’d eat first. Maybe that was why Aria was drooling so much, all over Sonata’s dick!
And until then, Ari’s hands had been resting on Sonata’s thighs, holding her up. But now, with Sonata’s magical hips doing such a good job - Sonata was pretty sure they were magical, with how clever they were - Ari reached under Sonata with both hands, a palm coming to squeeze each of the firm but still wobbly mounds of goodness there. And each time Sonata’s hips jumped up from the bed to meet Ari’s face, she pulled them closer still with her hands under Sonata, pushing Sonata’s meaty length into her mouth like she needed it more than anything.
Sonata couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t fucking Aria’s face; that was all there was in her world. Her cock belonged deep in Aria’s mouth, which was perfectly made for it, and each time it slammed inside, it felt like she was coming home.
Then, somewhere beyond her bedroom door, she heard a bathroom flush.
Adagio!
Hips stopping at once, Sonata sat up, wide-eyed, listening. How long had she stayed in bed, if Adagio was already up?
It took her a few moments to realise that Aria was still bobbing her head in Sonata’s lap, pushing herself up and down now Sonata had stopped moving.
If Adagio was just going to the bathroom, that didn’t mean she was properly up yet, just… Sonata looked quickly at the clock on the bedside table.
Oh, lobsterpots.
Aria was moving. Sonata hardly noticed, other than that the warmth was gone from her dick, leaving it cold and wet in the air, but still tingly from all the attention Ari had been giving it.
Maybe if Sonata skipped her morning shower, making breakfast first for Adagio and then coming back for it later? Dagi should be ok with that, if Sonata did the cooking and then excused herself to go clean herself up?
She was just reaching to throw the covers off when Ari did it first, but before Sonata could say thanks, Ari had climbed up on top of her, legs-first, like a weird spider thing, and sat down almost on top of her.
Ari’s legs slipped either side of Sonata’s body, wrapping around her back, and then Ari held herself up with one hand, reaching for Sonata’s cock with the other. Sonata shook as Ari’s hand wrapped around her length. The grip felt so firm, deliberately squeezing, like there was no way Ari could lose hold of it even with how slippery it was.
Sonata shook again as Ari pressed her crotch closer to Sonata’s own, using her hand to rub the tender head of the dick up and down her folds. Sonata’s cock, covered in spit from Aria’s mouth, was now covering Aria’s pussy with it. Part of Sonata couldn’t stop thinking about how unhealthy that was, but most of her just wanted to wriggle in how good it felt and how much she wanted to fuck Ari over and over.
Biting her lip, Sonata gazed down at her cock being used like that, with Ari now holding it near the tip, running that quickly back and forth over her clit. Sonata wasn’t even involved, she was just something growing on the other end of the dick Ari was using to get herself off. She was nothing but a great big sex toy for Ari…
No! No, she wasn’t just a toy, however amazing that felt, she was a cook, too! She was Sonata, and she had to cook Dagi’s breakfast, and quickly, as she was already late!
“No, Ari, we mustn’t,” she said, sounding out of breath, like she had been running a race or something. She pulled away, but Ari wrapped her legs tighter around Sonata’s waist. “I need to go make breakfast for Dagi!” Sonata protested.
“Come on,” Ari growled in her ear, “just fuck me.” Ari’s voice was like a bear trying to purr; stupidly sexy and dangerous. And Ari must have felt how much harder still Sonata’s cock grew at the sound of it. Sonata still pulled away, but actually saying no was really hard!
It got a whole lot harder when she realised Ari sounded that husky because her voice box had been making way for Sonata’s veiny blue shaft to thrust into Ari’s throat again and again until a few moments before. I wish I could fuck your face all day, Ari!
And your pussy all tomorrow!
Sonata pulled Ari close into an apology hug, trying not to think about how their boobs squished together and how much she wanted to squeeze them with her hands and suck on Ari’s nipples and oooo maybe she wants me to fuck her tits too? To sandwich her cock between Ari’s grabbable purple boobs and fuck and fuck and fuck and blow her load all up Ari’s neck and chin?
Then, before she lost control and let Ari ride her dick as much as she wanted, Sonata unwrapped her arms from around Ari and tried to peel away those around herself. Aria clung on, and Sonata fought her way back, using all her strength to undo Ari’s legs from around her. Maybe Ari gave up at that point, because she pulled away and scooted around to put her legs behind her? But then she was back, her mouth diving onto Sonata’s cock again, hammering up and down just like before.
“Stop it, Ari,” Sonata whined, though it was interrupted with a giggle at how great it still felt in Ari’s mouth, and at how silly they must have looked as Sonata tugged herself towards the edge of the bed with every arm and leg she could get free, when the thing she really wanted was exactly what Ari did!
But she had to be tough, and stand up for herself, because she was an adult, like Dagi had said, and that meant she had things she was in charge of and needed to do. And she couldn’t let Dagi go hungry!
She managed to get both feet on the floor and lift herself upright, but Ari lunged forwards, landing on her back across the bed, with her head hanging off the side, and reached out super fast to loop her arms around Sonata’s waist, hands locked together so Sonata couldn’t escape. She landed mouth open, in the same movement gobbling up as much of Sonata’s length as she could and pulling Sonata closer for more.
From that angle, on top of the bed where the sunlight showed everything clearly, Sonata saw the bulge her cock made in the front of Ari’s throat. Sonata looked about wildly, trying to find a way to keep Ari happy while also getting away to take care of breakfast. Ari’s hands pushed Sonata’s hips to start their in and out movements again, and maybe they weren’t that clever after all, because they agreed…
No, she had to leave, and she knew it. But it wasn’t just her own wanting to stay that she struggled against. She’d be letting one sister go hungry either way. Dagi needed breakfast, yep, but clearly Ari desperately needed a belly full of hot cum.
Just thinking about giving that to her took Sonata a few seconds to process, and by the time she remembered she was meant to be leaving, she was feeding Ari her cock right to the hilt, then sliding it most of the way back out again, then in, then out, as fast as she could. Her hips had taken control when she wasn’t looking!
And she didn’t have the heart to tell them their idea was a bad one when it felt so good.
But she couldn’t really tell Dagi that her hips had told her to do something else! And even if Dagi believed her, she wouldn’t like those hips telling her to go hungry, or to fill Aria up instead. Even if Ari’s boobs were bouncing with every movement, like they wanted Sonata’s cum too.
Ooooo! Ooo, but, idea! Ari’s whole body shifted back and forth with Sonata’s thrusts. Maybe Sonata could use that to escape? And hopefully Ari would forgive her eventually and they could pick up where they’d be leaving off?
Sonata let go of Ari’s arms, where she’d been trying to untangle them from around her, instead bringing her right hand to the base of her member, and her left to Ari’s shoulder. As her hips were pulling themselves back, she jerked them even further, breaking their rhythm before they could rush in again, and freeing herself from Aria’s mouth
Ari tried to swallow her again before even a moment had passed, and Sonata panicked. Still holding her cock near the base, she did the first thing that sprang to mind and slapped Aria away with it. “Stop it,” she said, trying to sound like the angry Dagi she knew they’d end up facing if no breakfast was made, as her erection smacked three times into Aria’s left cheek. “Let me go.”
At the same time, Sonata pulled away as hard as she could, and felt Aria’s grip weaken. She stumbled towards the door, grabbing her bathrobe from the door without slowing down, in case Aria was right behind her. She grabbed the doorknob, roughly pulling it open, stepping through, and just checking behind her quickly before running off down the corridor.
Aria was lying on the bed where Sonata had left her, head still hanging over the side, mouth and chin covered in saliva including a big cockslap-shaped splatter on one side. Her hands were pressed between her legs - legs which were spread as wide as they could go - and she looked to be trying to push as many fingers inside herself as she could.
Hmm. Maybe there was a tiny chance Ari might want to try again later?
But breakfast first!
Knowing how much time she’d lost, Sonata ran for the stairs, throwing on the bathrobe and tying it shut as she went.
The retreating figure didn’t quite scuttle or run, but they certainly didn’t stride, either. Adagio remained on her doorstep watching them go, arms crossed, expression hard, holding her ground as long as they remained in sight. She still clutched the petition, hidden beneath her arms. ‘A subversive and immoral influence on our children,’ indeed.
Had any of the three of them ever even spoken to a child, in all the time they’d lived there? What reason could they possibly have for doing so? She barely even noticed them. So like humans to assume they were the centre of everyone else’s thoughts!
Now alone, with no more weasel-faced neighbours to be seen, Adagio backed up through the front door, giving the street a final glare as she went, and surreptitiously slipping the petition into the pocket of her jeans. No point letting anyone who might be spying from a kitchen window know that the ground she stood on perhaps wasn't as solid as she’d implied.
Could the petitioners really get the police involved, as they’d claimed, and as she’d laughed off? She’d been aiming for ‘no nonsense,’ but what if her rebuke had been too stern? What would the penalty be, if she’d been judged to have gone too far?
Once, her voicing her displeasure would have been met with an ocean of apologies. On good days, even human sacrifices. Now, she had to act tough just to keep the roof over their heads, and she wasn’t even sure if she could back it up – or would be allowed to.
Stepping back inside, she closed the front door quickly and firmly. Not slammed – she was strong and righteously angry, not a teenager throwing a tantrum – but nonetheless shut with an air of finality. The anger by no means drained out of her, but now that the situation was done with, it didn’t hold her upright, either. Turning her back to the door, she sank back against it, sagging with her legs propping her up.
The fucking nerve of them…! She snorted. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the sturdy wood behind her, not liking the idea of suppressing her rage. That would mean she was just taking it, letting the world push her as it wanted to, without her making a fuss. But an outburst would be so undignified. Indeed, even the phrasing – making a fuss – suggested the behaviour of an infant. Of course it does. Behavioural codes were made by cowards, those who deemed that adults allowing themselves to be stepped on without complaint was the mature response.
Something pulled at her waist, and she broke her closed-eye reprieve from the world to see Sonata kneeling on the floor in front of her, quickly and efficiently unbuttoning Adagio’s jeans. With barely two seconds having passed since the door closed, Sonata must have been waiting behind it, out of sight, until Adagio was done with her conversation defending their home from the doorstep.
Another second and Sonata had drawn the front of Adagio’s jeans down just enough, darted a hand inside and tugged the soft yellow cock from where it had been sleeping flaccid in her tiny panties, forgotten in the morning’s argument. In one smooth motion, Sonata dove her face into Adagio’s crotch, determinedly pushing as much of Adagio’s cock into her mouth as she could. Which, in that limp, unaroused state, meant all of it with no trouble at all.
As always, Sonata’s mouth felt inviting, and warmth seemed to radiate through Adagio crotch-first. Her gritted teeth relaxed their pressure, and she dropped her head back to the door again with a sigh, hitting it slightly harder than she’d intended.
No. No, a sigh meant she was accepting doing nothing about her fury, swallowing it much as Sonata was eagerly swallowing her at that very moment. And that felt like backing down, even though she knew she’d won the confrontation. A low growl came from her throat, the response from the parts of her body her mind felt firmly in control of. And almost totally disconnected from how she felt herself hardening in Sonata’s mouth, flesh becoming firmer beneath the caring ministrations, engorging as Sonata swept her tongue around the whole half-hard length again and again.
She didn’t know if Sonata’s plan was to soothe her or give her an outlet through hatefucking, but Adagio detested the thought of being distracted. A distant part of her mind said there wouldn’t be a positive use for keeping hold of her anger, and that she’d either waste the day fuming to herself or let her temper find a way to make things worse.
And she loathed that she apparently needed distracting, or calming, and was seen as not being able to control her own emotions – that she, the manipulator who could twist any situation as she liked, was allegedly that fucking easy to read – and that the two people who acted responsible for her in that capacity were her damned minions.
Glancing down again, she found Sonata looking up at her, nose still pressed into her abdomen, even though Adagio could feel herself now sporting a full, meaty erection, throbbing while lodged in Sonata’s airways. No choking sounds escaped Sonata’s mouth, it being entirely given over in purpose to providing a home for Adagio’s cock.
Sonata had managed at some point to shed her silky white kimono, too, it now lying around her feet, and knelt deepthroating Adagio while wearing not a stitch. Sonata did have fucking fantastic tits, Adagio sighed, contentedly taking in the sumptuously-curved view. And Sonata’s mouth was to die for – Aria usually fought back, which was delightful in its own way, but Sonata gave everything she had to servicing a cock waved in front of her face like it was the only thing that mattered to her in the world. She really was a very good girl, and having her in the house was a luxury Adagio wouldn’t want to go without.
Catching herself thinking nice things about either of the other two was enough to make her glower at the best of times, but when one of them was at that moment engaged in the act of distracting her, trying to change her mood, then Adagio’s renewed fires of indignation burned into those good feelings and tried to scour them away.
Was this what she was reduced to? Needing to be sucked off just so she wouldn’t smash all their lives beyond repair in her irritation with the shit they had to deal with now? Stuck in a world of humans, no longer able to fob them off with magic but sometimes actually having to engage with them, playing by their rules even as they tried to shaft her.
Her fingers tensed into claws at her sides, nails digging into the door behind her. Which would ruin the gloss on them, of course, because maintaining power and beauty together were sometimes almost mutually-exclusive in the vile, stupid society people had built, which she now had no choice but to live among.
And worse by far, she’d internalised some of it, too long exposed to their filth. Outbursts really did seem immature to her, for all she understood the reasons for it and resented them. The poison had achieved saturation, altered her ideas of normal in ways she couldn’t undo. Even before losing their magic, over time the humans had won, corrupting her siren worldview just as surely as if their culture had been smeared on the strife she’d been eating.
And now she was stuck there – all three of them were stuck there – existing among them as if no different to them, the disguise of centuries now made real.
A tiny whimper made her look down again, and Adagio blinked at the sight. She found herself facefucking Sonata, a fist in her ponytail tight enough to practically pull the hairs from her head, hammering Sonata’s face down onto her cock and pulling it back up again as fast as she could.
When had that started? How had she missed the smack of her balls against Sonata’s chin each time, so hard it stung, and not felt the pressure and temperature on her cock changing rhythmically from the open air to the tight confines of Sonata’s hot throat? Sonata’s chest heaved as she gulped down air whenever she could, streaked with the thick saliva spread around her mouth and dangling from her chin, and tears leaked from her eyes as she continued to gaze up at Adagio, wincing each time the hand in her hair squeezed tighter.
It was genuinely impossible to tell from Sonata’s expression if she was pleading for mercy or for more.
Adagio’s time spent in the throes of debauchery must have added up to decades if put together, perhaps centuries, but still, she observed Sonata in quietly stunned silence, never faltering in how she plunged Sonata’s mouth onto her thick cock, watching it distend her neck each time it slammed in. Wow, but the girl was a machine. One whimper, in all that time, which her continued dedication showed no admission of.
“Yeah, ok then,” Adagio told her wearily, “let’s get you upstairs.” She didn’t relish the prospect of going the whole length of the staircase and corridor beyond without a mouth to bury her erection in, but she was in the mood for a bed as the scene, today, so there wasn’t much for it.
With one last thrust, she forced her whole length into Sonata’s mouth and throat and kept it there, leaning forwards and pressing Sonata’s head into her groin as hard as she could, shaking it vigorously to keep some movement stimulating her cock. Sonata made no audible protest or attempt to push Adagio off her, though her body tensed up nicely. After a minute, once the sensation had mostly subsided, Adagio drew out again all at once.
Not many could maintain any semblance of grace while removing shoes, socks and trousers while standing, but Adagio had long ago mastered the art. She swept onto one leg to peel off the opposite shoe and sock, then onto the other. She watched Sonata using the moment’s break to wipe her eyes, mouth, chin and chest on the discarded kimono, the last of which gave Adagio a sad frown. Sonata’s tits were at their best when splattered with bodily fluids, and the sight of her wiping and drying them was like watching a painting go up in flames. Still, Adagio would soon fix that again.
As soon as Adagio’s hands reached the waist of her jeans, Sonata’s were there to help, managing to tug them down Adagio’s hips and off in a single, smooth movement, efficient but still sensual. Sonata’s fingertips, hooked around the waistband, had swept off Adagio’s panties at the same time, leaving her naked below her tight tank top and bra.
Not even waiting a second to appreciate the view of her own fine form, Adagio took off towards the staircase, her hand sliding into Sonata’s hair to grip the ponytail again, dragging Sonata behind her as she strode. Glancing back once to see Sonata trying to scramble to her feet, Adagio noticed the darker patch on the carpet where Sonata had been kneeling.
She laughed to herself as she walked and pulled Sonata along. The girl really was such a literal sucker for punishment.
Shortly after Adagio had retreated to her bedroom, she was fingering the hem of her sheer nightgown. She hoisted the scanty garment over her head, giving it a perfunctory fold, tossing it away quickly; there were other, more important things for her hands to do.
A large mirror in front of her reflected her naked body back at her. She sighed softly, crossing her arms to run her chilly hands over her shoulders, then lowering them, arching her back and squeezing a handful of each of her breasts. That soft flesh surrendered to her insistent fingers; she molded, kneaded, purred at the reflection of her tending to herself.
It had been a good day so far. That lurid cocktail of lust and anger that’d glimmered in Aria’s eyes… how she’d stopped fucking Sonata’s face so she could feast her eyes on yet grander delights…
That morning, it’d gotten Adagio worked up in a heartbeat. She felt squirmy, tickled always by a stirring heat between her thighs. She dreamed lazily of Aria’s thick, juicy cock and bit her lip, giving her swollen breasts one more squeeze before crawling onto her bed, sprawling out and turning onto her back.
She stared up at another mirror, this one in the ceiling. Again she gazed at herself, let her smoldering eyes wander down over her supple curves. She followed her eyes with her hand, first caressing a silky-smooth thigh before gliding upwards to circle teasingly at her blooming folds.
You’re in for a treat, Aria.
She didn’t want to do much—pleasuring her was Aria’s job—just enough to make sure she could cut to the chase. She wanted that cock in her as soon as it was close enough—she shivered at the thought of it—so she had to be good and wet for it.
Fortunately, she didn’t need much encouragement. Muscle memory took over her fingers; they knew every step of this dance. They tantalized, tracing circles tight enough to make her squirm but loose enough for her to craze more. Her thumb flicked at her clit, and she gasped. When, finally, she slipped two fingers inside—with all the care her long, expertly-sculpted fingernails demanded—they emerged with a sheen to match the pant that came from her chest.
She looked at her clock. Three minutes left, if Aria was punctual for once in her life.
A temptation gnawed at the back of her head; she had toys, vibrators, things she could use to keep her eager snatch company. She forced herself to swallow it. That morning, there was a warm, throbbing cock waiting for her, and she wanted to milk every second out of it she could.
And so she amused herself by playing idly with her breasts, counting down from three hundred and flicking her eyes between the mirror above her and the door in front of her.
With well over a hundred seconds to spare, a harsh banging rang out from her door. She grinned at Aria’s desperation, hurriedly flitting over to her dresser to wrap herself in a clingy-but-opaque silk robe, tightly enough to be technically modest but loosely enough she could fall right out of it.
“Come in,” she called, sucking her voice dry of the eager impatience honesty would have given it, replacing it with measured boredom; Aria would have to work for that eagerness. She turned her back, pointedly preening in front of a mirror.
A clatter of a twisting doorknob, then a slam of a door, then the soft padding of bare feet on luxurious carpet.
Aria came up behind her, circling her shoulders with one arm, her waist with another, roughly pressing their bodies together. The impudence of it—Who said you could touch me?—coaxed a scowl out of Adagio, but the soft pressure of Aria’s bare breasts pushing into her back made her feel ever-so-slightly benign.
And the stiff, fleshy thing prodding insistently at her ass made her almost give Aria a smile. Almost.
She turned up her nose, lifting her hand to examine her fingernails. “You’re late,” she lied.
Aria’s breath warmed the back of Adagio’s neck. “Bullshit,” Aria growled, baring her teeth. One of her hands tried to slip into Adagio’s robe, until Adagio shoved it away.
“I disagree,” Adagio said. Aria’s cock pushed against her, nuzzling her butt through her robe. Tempting her.
But if Aria wanted someone who’d throw herself at a fat cock waved in her face, she should’ve stuck with Sonata.
Aria’s fingers, impatient, pressed into Adagio’s shoulder. “Why do I ever put up with you?” Aria growled.
“Because you’re not an idiot. Because you know I’m the best lay you’re ever going to get.” Adagio spoke matter-of-factly, letting a faint smirk play on her lips as she snaked a hand behind her back. “Because you know just how lucky you—”
Her fingers found a girthy, veiny shaft, and wrapped around it. Her lip twisted into a scowl; she tore her hand away, held it up, let out a hiss when she saw, felt, smelled the sticky smear of fluid marring her fingers.
“Aria.” White-hot anger pumped through her veins. “Get. Off. Me.”
The grip on her shoulder tightened. “The fuck did you just say?”
Adagio whipped her head around to stare daggers into Aria’s eyes. “You know what you did,” she hissed, glaring disdainfully down her nose at Aria’s messy cock. “Or who, rather.”
She twisted in place, lifting her hands, mashing one palm into each of Aria’s breasts, shoving hard. Aria lurched back with a wince and a curse. “What? What the fuck are you—?”
“Aria, I’m doing you a favor and assuming you’re not an idiot.” Adagio folded her arms, eying Aria’s still-hard cock. “What did you think was going to happen when you pulled something like this?”
The knuckles of Aria’s clenched hands whitened. “Are you seriously—what the fuck did you want me to do, drop Sonata mid-fuck because you got the horn?”
“What, did you think I invited you in here for your sloppy seconds? I’m not some cheap harlot, Aria.” Adagio’s scowl hardened; her eyes darted over to her drawer of toys. She made a swatting wave, turning her back on Aria. “Get out.”
“Oh no. No, come here, you—” Aria seized Adagio’s wrist, bringing her around with a yank. Adagio bristled, ready to shout before Aria’s lips pressed into hers, cutting her off. Her eyes went wide; Aria’s tongue invaded her mouth. She felt her robe sliding off her shoulders, felt a swirl of heat and anger and lust bashing its way into her head.
But she broke away, shoved Aria back again. Her robe had fallen, the sleeves bunched up on her forearms, her breasts sprawled out in the open air. “Aria—” she snarled.
“Don’t you dare,” Aria snarled back. “You expected me to pry my dick out of Sonata and couldn’t even be bothered to tell me upfront? What did you think was going to happen?” Her eyes fixed with laser-like precision on Adagio’s cunt. “I’ve been beating off for ten minutes thinking about this. You owe me.”
“If you say a word about me owing you anything,” Adagio said in a low, quiet, frigid tone, “I am never taking you to my bed again.”
The hesitation in Aria’s eyes was subtle, but not to the point where Adagio could miss it. “You and I both know that’s bullshit,” Aria said; her dick twitched proudly.
“Maybe it is.” Adagio dropped her arms, letting her robe slip the rest of the way down. It fell in a heap around her ankles with a soft sigh. “Do you really want to take the chance that it’s not?”
Again Aria’s knuckles whitened, her fists clenched by her sides. The tense silence wordlessly declared Adagio’s victory.
“I didn’t think so,” Adagio whispered. She rolled her shoulders, plastering a smug smirk on her face. Then she eyed her bed, then Aria’s thick cock; the thrill of asserting her dominance gave her an excited sort of tingle that defused her boiling anger and let the husky lust from before creep back into the forefront. “But I suppose you do have a point. And since you got to blow your load all over Sonata—” She curled her lip, but crawled onto her bed, lying on her back and staring up at Aria “—I’m feeling left out.
“So, if you’d like to…” She ogled Aria’s chest, leering as she made herself comfortable, spread her legs, and beckoned. “…put your tongue to work.”
Aria had been grinning; when Adagio finished speaking, that grin had turned to a hateful, tight-lipped glare. But she stomped closer, grabbing her dick in her hand. “You’re lucky we both know you’re too much of a skank to keep away from this forever.”
Adagio shot her a smirk. “No, you’re lucky you’ve ever gotten a chance to stick it in me.” She opened her legs a little wider, reaching down to trace circles around her eagerly parted labia, exaggerating a moan, daring Aria to do better. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Quietly, begrudgingly, Aria knelt in front of Adagio, gripping one buttery thigh with each hand, harshly spreading them wide. Adagio gasped, then, a moment later, let out another moan as Aria lowered her head and a current of warm breath stroked her pussy.
Letting her head sink into her pillows, Adagio reached down, giving Aria’s cheek a tender stroke, quietly delighting in how it made Aria’s lips peel back. “Well?” Adagio asked breathily. She hooked her legs around Aria’s back, dragging her down, lifting her hips insistently. “I’m not getting off just sitting here.”
Aria lowered her head. Her lips pressed to Adagio’s folds, inciting pangs of pleasure; then her tongue flicked out, seeking Adagio’s clit, leaving a jolt in its wake. Adagio bit her lip, sighing contentedly.
And then, Aria made it clear just how good she was at eating pussy. The next time her tongue darted out, it licked and swirled, prodding hungrily into Adagio’s needy cunt, drawing out a sharp gasp. Adagio arched her back, basking in the sensations washing over her. She pressed down on Aria’s head with one hand, while the other latched onto her own chest, kneading a plump breast.
The best part of it all, by far, was that Aria couldn’t talk. She just laid there, head buried in Adagio’s nethers, too grimly focused on her task to talk. And, at least for the moment, she kept both her hands up, pushing Adagio’s thighs apart; her cock was alone, forgotten.
Of course, noticing that just meant that, every time Aria’s tongue slipped into her, Adagio was left yearning for something stiffer, fatter, longer. Sonata could eat her out just as well as Aria, but she hadn’t asked Sonata to come to her bed that day.
On the bright side… she pictured Sonata in those skimpy clothes she liked, hoisting her shirt by the hem, letting Aria’s cum dribble down over her massive, jiggling breasts…
It’s not too late to get her up here too, she mused.
But then she squirmed, purred, quivered under Aria’s ministrations. It felt so good, letting herself relax a bit now that Aria had accepted some docility.
Aria’s tongue swirled; Adagio felt every sinuous motion, every electric spurt of pleasure that erupted from her soaking-wet vagina. Aria’s tongue lapped at her juices, prodded at her inner walls, drew back to tease her clit for the most insufferably brief moments.
“I should—” Adagio’s breath hitched “—have you do this every day,” she gasped, lifting her hips, pressing down with her legs. She panted, filling her palm with her breast, fixing Aria’s hair-shrouded head with a smirk. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Aria’s head lifted. She started to spit out a “Fuck you,” but Adagio rocked her hips up and cut her off with a faceful of pussy.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Adagio sang, “I’m not doing your job for you.” She giggled at Aria’s tense bristling, then promptly hardened her whimsy into a glare and clicked her tongue when Aria didn’t pick up where she left off right away. A swirl of Aria’s tongue drew out a breathy moan, and Adagio sank back into the mattress.
There were some days she wished it’d been Sonata who had that big, juicy cock; she was so much more docile, obedient, considerate… just such a sweet little thing, always ready to drop what she was doing when someone felt like being fingered or licked to an orgasm. Wrestling Aria into cooperation was so much trouble.
But, Adagio mused as she squirmed and stared down at the purple head of hair buried between her thighs, some days, totally worth it. She reached down to pet Aria’s head, biting her lip and groaning.
Soon, at long last, she felt her pleasure building to a plateau. Pressure rose in her nethers. She held it in, let herself writhe in vain attempts to stay at that fleeting bliss forever. But it climbed, ever onwards; a climactic zenith hovered so close, so agonizingly close…
Without warning, she lifted her hips, pressed Aria’s face down, and let it all go.
Her orgasm shook through her; she cried out, her spasming cunt drenching Aria’s spluttering face. Ecstasy took her. She rode on a wave of bliss.
When that high finally drew back and came to a simmer, she was treated to the sight of Aria wiping at her face, cheeks glistening with the sheen of her nectar.
“Now, see…” Adagio’s voice petered out into a woozy sigh muddled by a soothing afterglow. “…If you’d offered that straight away, I might’ve let you fuck me afterwards.”
Aria sat up, which brought her cock into clear view again; they both stared at it, highlighting the amount of attention it hadn’t gotten.
And, ever so slowly, Aria unfurled two middle fingers.
To which Adagio giggled. She stretched herself out, putting on her most blatant just-had-fantastic-sex face. “Go jerk off or fuck Sonata if you’re still so angry. I’d offer a hand, but, well…” She eyed Aria’s still-filthy cock and shrugged innocently. “But you’re welcome to stick around and do it yourself, as long as you promise not to make too much of a mess.”
Fuck, but Aria was horny. Too horny to think straight or hold a single non-sex-related thought. The level of horny where, if she’d had a dick, she’d have tried sexually assaulting a letterbox.
It wasn’t fair. She didn’t like to whine about it, but it really wasn’t. Her aching cunt needed one thing alone, and that thing was attached to Sonata. Sonata, who could be so very fucking whimsical when it came to getting balls-deep inside someone. Was it really so much to sort a girl out, no questions asked, when you had just the tool for the job?
For three hours Aria had lain awake in her bed that morning. Three arduous hours, after her hungry vagina had woken her up, of stuffing herself full of every toy in her bedside drawer, each less fulfilling than the last. Three hours of working up to degrading herself enough to go wake Sonata with a blowjob.
By the time she’d committed to leaving her bedroom and slipping into Sonata’s, worming her way beneath the covers and finding the inches she longed for to be right there in front of her, her cunt was doing all the driving, and Aria was just along for the ride.
She’d flushed crimson in the darkness beneath the covers as she made herself a service maid for that blue idiot, but she’d lovingly salivated over Sonata’s penis nonetheless, squashing her face against it just to get as close to it as she could. Covered every detail of it with kisses more delicate than she’d ever given anything. Licked Sonata’s mighty blue balls cleaner than an operating theatre.
The shaft had been half-erect when she got there, heavy and engorged but not stretching upwards, but by the time she was done tending to it externally, it trembled, looking as breathlessly eager to be touched as she was. And when she did that thing she knew Sonata loved, nibbling around her banjo string?
The groan from above her let Aria know it was finally time to get that cock in her mouth.
She could have skipped straight to that, of course, but she really wanted to get fucked to kingdom come, and that meant doing it properly. Too important to risk jumping in on full power and expecting the engines to keep up. So she’d humbled herself to making it all about Sonata, screwing her eyes shut as she lavished affections with her tongue, but opening them again immediately so she could drink in the sight.
And once the tip of that cock had passed her lips, she’d held back from taking as much as she could, or moving as fast as she could, making sure she instead caressed the tip with her tongue, coaxing it and thanking it in advance for all the cum she prayed it would give her.
She slid her mouth gently up and down on it for what seemed like hours, gradually becoming content as she grew to accept that a cock so perfect really did need someone to love and care for it at all times, and that if her mouth could help make it happy, then there was no greater use her body could be put to. Even if it was Sonata’s cock - Sonata, who wasps, mornings and famine paid tithes to as lesser annoyances. The simpleton who thought fast food from Mexicolt was the height of fine dining.
Sonata had been half-asleep still when she’d started thrusting her hips, having seen Aria at work down there but not really processing it, nearly gagging her as that girthy monster invaded her throat. Maybe it hadn’t even been Aria who Sonata was half dreaming of as she pummelled her cocksleeve again and again.
The shame of being so used, by one so far beneath her… and Aria had almost cried from how much she needed that facefucking. A few minutes more and she’d have cum from that alone. And if Sonata had actually followed through, and pumped her whore throat full of cum, she’d have been a quivering mess on the blankets for the rest of the day.
Had that happened? Had it fuck.
Adagio had happened. Bloody Adagio, yet again.
Hanging off Sonata’s bed, Aria had had half a mind to march into wherever Adagio was that very moment, straddle her face and shout ‘this is your problem now!’ If she’d caught Adagio by surprise and in the right position, the pampered princess wouldn’t have been able to move until she’d tongued Aria to the orgasm she so craved. And Sonata would have wandered in just after, seen Adagio’s face shining with love juices, and lamented what she could have had herself if she’d just stayed the fuck in bed like Aria had said.
...Ok, so there’d been several problems with that fantasy.
Even if it had all gone to plan, she didn’t think the need in her loins that morning was something a tongue could’ve solved, and Adagio lacked the equipment to do more.
Also, while she’d occasionally got the drop on Adagio before, she’d always paid for it after. And, since, at that moment, the thought of Adagio standing over her like a leather dictator while Sonata, under orders, forced her way inside Aria made her cunt almost thrum with ravenous enthusiasm, Adagio would probably pick a different, less sexy and more painful punishment this time.
Which was how, ten minutes later and still heartbreakingly un-fucked, Aria found herself standing in the kitchen doorway, watching Sonata from behind fussing about over frying pans on the stove in her bathrobe. And now Aria wore her favourite set of creamy white lingerie, because… Because, sod it, I am fucking desperate for that cock, and I’ll take all the help I can get.
She rubbed two fingers over each nipple as she watched, frustrated but also enticed by how smooth and removed the touch felt through the pretty bra with the intricate strap design.
The shear tights up to just above her knees were flawless – however much she might prefer the fishnet designs, she knew Sonata went more for the wholesome-but-oh-so-slutty thing of normal undergarments made skin-tight and translucent. And the suspenders above them would draw the eye up her firm thighs to her crotchless panties, where a tuft of purple hair poked out above her slit, because fuck off was she going to take the chance of delaying to undress!
Yet there she was, delaying just by standing there. Sonata was bound to turn around sooner or later and spot her, and Aria would lose the advantage of setting the situation up as she wanted. Silently, she crept into the kitchen. She’d pop herself just down there by the sink, kneeling like the perfect little cock-receptacle, and oh my fucking christ I need a good dicking, this is doing a number on my brain. If either of the others ever found out she’d had such thoughts, she’d never hear the end of it.
Which made her steps falter. And then stop altogether, thankfully not yet into Sonata’s line of sight. She couldn’t become that for Sonata out here in the open, she just couldn’t. Acting like that out here, away from Sonata’s bed, that would… that would make it real.
Indecision became panic as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. In that moment, Aria acted on instinct, and let her body guide her steps without thinking. Which was how she, Aria, a grown adult of several thousand years, ended up hiding under the kitchen table.
Tempting was what sirens did best. Never before had Aria appreciated that quite as much as when on all fours under a table, dressed like the cumslut she honestly was starting to feel like as she stared at Sonata’s groin, sat only inches from her face. Since Sonata was a big girl in the important areas, she sat at the breakfast table with her legs spread wide, and though the hem of her bathrobe cast a deep shadow over her delicious cock and balls, it didn’t cover them at that angle.
The white table cloth hiding Aria from view was thin enough to let in plenty of light to see by, and cool air washed across her sopping pussy, exposed as it was. Adagio sat opposite and across from Sonata, her ankles crossed under her chair, and if Aria was half as aroused as she felt, she wouldn’t be surprised to find Adagio could smell her from where she sat. There wasn’t much Aria could do about it, though. Becoming less horny wasn’t an option, not when most of her vision was occupied by Sonata’s junk.
It still glistened, in its shadowy cave, with Aria’s spit. Like when she’d first found it that morning, it was thick and meaty with blood but not hard. Not yet.
Tempting was what sirens did best, and that would be Aria’s excuse when she sooner or later gave in.
It was so very close now, Sonata’s cock. Aria hadn’t realised she’d been slowly leaning nearer to it, and silently adjusted her balance so she didn’t tip face-first into it. Even if the thought did make her breath catch, with how those big, heavy balls would smear her face with the dampness she’d put there in the first place.
Urgh.
It had to be all or nothing. If she got any closer, Sonata would feel her breath and freak out, and then she or Adagio would peek under the table and that’d be the end of Aria being able to look either of them in the eye for a long time. The only chance Aria had was to distract Sonata from her shock with how good it felt, and do so so fast the surprise didn’t have time to be aired aloud.
The cock was right there, waiting for her, but she hesitated to take the plunge, heart thudding in her chest. Without a sound, a droplet of precum oozed from the tip, as if the cock itself were crying out for her affection.
And Aria snapped.
She lunged forwards, mouth enveloping Sonata’s tip and first few inches in one smooth motion. The cool weight of it on her tongue, the bulge of each vein on the thick shaft… Aria managed not to moan aloud, probably?
If she had, it might well have gone unnoticed, covered by the swish of Sonata’s legs snapping straight in shock, nearly kicking into the bottom of the table. Luckily Adagio had been talking at the time, which covered some of the noise and avoided Sonata having to recover mid-word.
Working swiftly to calm Sonata, or rather, to work her up in a different way, Aria swept her tongue around the head, reaching especially for where it joined the shaft. At the same time, she shifted to support herself on just one hand, raising the other to fondle Sonata’s balls.
Slowly she felt Sonata’s muscles going slack again, blue legs sinking back to the floor either side of her. And when it came to Sonata’s turn to speak, she managed to sound almost completely normal, and only if someone were listening out for it would they hear the tiny tremble in her voice as Aria worked her magic on the girl’s genitals.
Aria knelt there suckling on the tip of Sonata’s length as someone might on a lollipop, for the first time since coming downstairs able to focus on something other than how empty her pussy felt. She still needed filling down there, of course, but no way was that happening under the breakfast table with Adagio in the room, and, now she had that wonderful big cock in her mouth, she was content to wait.
A slight hiccup was that if Aria were any kind of competent siren at all, then Sonata would cum long before she and Adagio were done with breakfast, and Aria’s greedy fuckhole would be still untouched. But she could always keep going on Sonata and get her hard again, ready to stuff Aria the moment the opportunity arose or something… It was kind of hard to think coherently and plan ahead once the image of Sonata cumming had presented itself in Aria’s head.
She needed that cum. Her life wouldn’t be complete without it. She needed to feel Sonata’s balls emptying beneath her hands, feel the already-broad shaft between her lips swelling even further as the contents rushed, hot and viscous, into her mouth for her to swallow like a good little slut.
‘Good,’ ‘little’ and ‘slut’ were not words she’d ever thought of herself as before, individually or together. Her mind paused at the thought, though her body kept right on with the sucking and the fondling like stopping would have hurt. She wasn’t being good, she was lavishing her efforts on Sonata’s member for the purely selfish reasons of needing to get fucked and craving Sonata’s cum, and…
Oh. That rather pointed towards ‘slut,’ though, didn’t it? Definitely the word of the three she objected to least, but even then, it wasn’t like she couldn’t live without being stuffed full of dick. She’d lasted a long time without it this morning already, after all! And she just wanted Sonata horny enough to fuck her, she wasn’t actually all that fussed if Sonata came or not, feeling the sticky warm torrent of seed coating the walls of her throat as she swallowed every drop, or taking Sonata’s whole choking length into her throat to bring it as close as possible to pumping all that precious cum directly into Aria’s stomach, where she’d feel it churn away…
‘Good little slut’ wasn’t nearly enough for Aria at that moment, she had to admit. That morning, she was Sonata’s personal cumbucket, loyal, eager and well-trained, and she was desperate to be used.
She hated the idea. She wanted to run. Instead she pushed herself further onto Sonata’s cock, and everything felt amazing.
Clearly Sonata thought so too, because she shifted in her seat, pushing her ass forward on the chair so she slouched more, feeding Aria more of her meat. Aria let it slide into her throat without hesitation, trying not to whimper in delight. With her face that close to Sonata’s groin, the hem of the bathrobe came down over her head, leaving her in near-darkness.
There was something humbling about that, too. Even though she knew she’d been the one to choose the situation and initiate the contact with Sonata, and had done so knowing what Sonata was wearing, it felt like Sonata had chosen to remain dressed – and casually, no less, in just her bathrobe – while Aria was decked out in lingerie like she was someone’s Christmas present.
It was like her efforts, channeling all her focus into using her body to bring Sonata pleasure, wrapping her lips around Sonata’s shaft in ways she knew would leave anyone else a gibbering wreck, weren’t even worth Sonata getting undressed for. Aria was on her knees taking care of Sonata’s throbbing cock, massaging it with her throat, the part of herself she usually used for singing, talking, and generally expressing her identity, and it was nothing Sonata should get excited enough to take her clothes off over. That was just where Aria belonged.
Aria shuddered, wondering how she wasn’t flooding the room with how turned on she was.
She had all that dick in her mouth, but, now that it was there…? It wasn’t like Sonata could move much without alerting Adagio, so her cumbucket couldn’t receive the vigourous facefucking it deserved.
So it fell to Aria to pick up the slack, because the massive shaft stretching her throat, filling her mouth and making her feel so, so complete; that couldn’t be allowed to just sit there, housed but not fully tended to. There was cum still in Sonata’s balls, and that wouldn’t do. Especially when there was an Aria to fill.
Although the connection of just kneeling there, holding it inside her and feeling every twitch and throb against her tongue, would be painful to lose, Aria pushed herself slowly backwards, drawing it out of her mouth. She darted her tongue around the head once when it hung an inch in front of her face, then opened wide and took it right the way in again.
The slick shaft slid in just as firmly as before, pushing everything else to the edges and stretching her around it. The next time she leaned back, she kept the last inch inside, pausing ever so carefully to let her bottom teeth graze the base of the shaft, especially where it joined the tip.
Then she pushed her lip over her teeth again and sank back onto the almighty girth, then pulling it out again torturously soon. Back in, then out, in, out, in out, and continual cycle of between being totally satisfied with her throat claimed by Sonata’s monster, and virtually empty and needing filling again more than anything else in the world.
Faster and faster she went, keeping her head up straight so Sonata’s cock would slip right down Aria’s throat each time with minimal resistance. The muscles in her neck burned, but the stretch in her throat was worse, as was the ache in her jaw, too long opening much wider than it was intended to.
That was bullshit. Aria’s whole purpose in life, the thing she was designed for, was to be a tight hole for stimulating something divine, and pain or biology would not make her disappoint it. And when Sonata came, and Aria’s purpose was all done, she’d cradle her stomach full of succulence and know she’d fucking earned it.
Without warning, a chair scraped across the floor behind her. Discomfort could be ignored, but the surprise made her jump.
Aria froze for a moment, and then changed tack. She pushed herself, nose-first, as close into Sonata’s groin as she could, taking the vast length down her throat and keeping it there. She held her breath, because a faithful cocksleeve didn’t need to breathe, but it did need to keep track of Adagio’s footsteps as they hit the floor and padded around the table.
In general, Adagio’s footsteps came in only two volumes, depending on whether she was wearing heels or not, and these – barefoot – were the kind so soft Aria only picked up on them through centuries of familiarity.
And they were heading for Sonata’s side of the table!
There was nothing for it. With a loss like she was amputating one of her own limbs, Aria dragged her slutty mouth off Sonata’s cock, wondering how fate could be so purposefully cruel to her as to interrupt her attempts at cum guzzling for a second time that morning. She quickly used a thumb and forefinger to make a ring at the base of the shaft and drag it forwards, clearing off all the excess spit which might drip to the floor.
And then, heartbroken, Aria let go of that mighty pillar of her existence, and shrank towards the middle of the table, further out of view from wherever Adagio might halt.
And sure enough, the footsteps stopped behind Sonata’s chair. And then Adagio’s voice spoke the most terrible words Aria had ever heard.
“Sonata, can I borrow you for a few minutes in the other room?”
Some days, Aria quite enjoyed shambling out of bed intent on doing absolutely nothing. She’d actually started getting dressed, figuring she might like to go out later or something, but got bored partway through and flopped down onto her big, fancy leather office chair in a T-shirt and panties. She propped up her cheek on her palm, rummaging about her cluttered desk for her mouse and headset; wasting the day playing video games sounded positively peachy to her.
Which made the sound of her door swinging open set her alight with fuming anger. She clenched her teeth, stared resolutely forward intent on ignoring her invaders as long as she could.
Something wrenched on her chair. Her eyes flung wide open; her mouth gaped, a curse on the tip of her tongue as she spun sharply in place—
—which never made it out. She was choking, suddenly; breath vanished from her mouth. All she saw, mere inches from her face, was a wall of toned yellow midriff.
“What the fuck?!” she tried to shout, but her stuffed mouth made it come as an angry muffle. Something warm and thick throbbed. The realization that Adagio had gone and rammed her cock straight into her throat left her in a state of quiet shock.
“Don’t. You. Fucking dare—” Adagio’s voice came out as a husky, guttural growl. She seized a handful of Aria’s hair in a fist, squeezing her head somehow closer still to her own loins. “—use that tone on me.”
Aria instinctively tried to pull back; Adagio wrenched her head roughly back into place.
Just as Aria was considering bringing her teeth to bear, she saw blue hands slithering around Adagio’s waist and stomach. Sonata appeared, pressing her boobs into Adagio’s back, hugging her from behind. “Dagi’s had a really bad day,” Sonata cooed, tenderly kissing Adagio’s neck, snaking a hand up Adagio’s shirt.
Adagio let out a soft moan, peeking over her shoulder at Sonata, a smile playing on her lips. She almost looked content, but only for an instant before she bucked her hips, first driving them back into Sonata, who flinched and yelped, then savagely shoving her engorged dick so far into Aria’s throat her balls slapped Aria’s chin.
Aria fought a strong urge to bite down. Anger, molten and blazing, poured through her veins.
But she locked eyes with Sonata, who, biting her lip and offering an apologetic frown, gave her A Look. Then she went straight back to Adagio, again pressing into her back and letting her hands roam across Adagio’s stomach.
Then she gave Aria another Look. “Please? She really needs this,” it seemed to say, so laced it was with concern and innocent caring.
A grumble rumbled up in Aria’s throat. She had a moment to herself; Sonata had started hoisting Adagio’s shirt up, and it always took a moment to get Adagio’s top off with all her hair—and then another to dig out the clasp of her bra.
She could’ve used the moment to get herself free, she supposed. But… it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Adagio’s temper was an explosive thing, when she was pushed, and as demeaning as it was to have a cock jammed into her throat with no warning and just sit there and take it…
Adagio would be a ticking time bomb for the rest of the day if she didn’t get to let off some stress, and who the fuck wanted to deal with that?
The moment had passed. Adagio, topless as of a second ago, paused to stretch, rolling her neck, tightening her grip on Aria’s hair, and peeling her lips back into a leering grin. “I knew I could count on you,” she hissed; her voice was sharp, seething, quietly vicious.
She drew back, sliding her cock almost all the way out of Aria’s mouth before reversing direction and thrusting it back in. Aria shook, jolted by the impact, but she remained where she sat, balling her hands into fists.
Fucking pride.
If it weren’t for that pride of hers, she could’ve maybe found something to enjoy. The thick, musky scent of Adagio’s loins reeked of hot sex, and the way Adagio’s unrestrained tits bounced each time she thrust her hips forward could’ve been sensually mesmerizing if Aria let it.
And, if she were to really relax, there was something exhilarating about it all. Some tension, some delicious excitement that came with the uncertainty of it all; her body was in Adagio’s hands, not her own, and that meant she could enjoy its every action like it was an unexpected twist in the ever-growing novel that was her life.
She tried to let go of her pride, then. Stop thinking of what it all meant and live in the moment; she focused on the hypnotic motions of Adagio’s plump, excited breasts, the rippling impact of Adagio’s thrusts, the heavy cocktail of scents filling the air, the groans and grunts that spilled forth from Adagio’s mouth as she thrust and Sonata explored her body, showered her neck and shoulders with kisses, massaged her back with her own hefty breasts…
Aria shivered, even though the sweat. A chill ran down her spine, even as she felt like she’d been dropped next to a furnace. She squeezed her thighs together, acutely aware of her clit throbbing, of her needy, lonely cunt drooling, of ravenous hunger blooming in her core.
When she’d started suckling on Adagio’s cock, she wasn’t sure. She only realized it when Adagio came to a pause, opened her mouth wide and let out a smug cackle. “There we go,” she said, leering down with a lusty gleam in her eyes.
She stepped back, dragging her dick out of Aria’s mouth with a wet popping sound. Aria mewled, despite herself; seeing that cock out in open air, it and her going unattended, was torturous.
“Sonata?” Adagio snapped her fingers, turned expectantly, flicked her head towards the bed. “I want to see her tits.”
Electric excitement coursed through Aria’s spine. Sonata pulled her up to her feet, but she didn’t need to work hard. She was blinded, briefly, by a flurry of fabric rushing up past her head, then stung by chilly air nipping at her naked chest, then tantalized by the sight of Adagio crawling onto the bed, sprawling out on it like she hadn’t stolen it right in front of its owner, propping herself up on her elbows, presenting her peerless beauty and mighty cock as if they were symbols of her dominance.
“Take the rest off while you’re at it,” Adagio said, almost as an afterthought. Sonata complied straight away, roughly yanking down Aria’s panties, baring her aching cunt to Adagio’s plundering gaze.
Aria shivered, standing as naked as the other two were. No matter how she insisted, for the sake of her own ego, that she and Adagio were peers, there was always a faint rush of excitement when Adagio looked at her like that; such was Adagio’s charisma that even sirens could feel self-conscious when confronted by her, and that lent her acknowledgment—her approval—of Aria’s body no small amount of weight.
“Well?” Adagio shifted her posture, lying on her back, spreading her legs just slightly, clicking her fingers and then pointing them at the thick cock between her legs. “Pick up where you left off.”
There was Aria’s pride, rearing its ugly head again. She fought off rising hackles, making her way forwards and focusing on appreciating what lay in front of her. Once she was on the bed, she shuffled forwards on her hands and knees, nestling between Adagio’s legs, once again sitting face-to-face with that cock.
No sooner than she’d opened her mouth, a hand seized her by the hair and mashed her head down on it. For the second time that day, her mouth went from empty to thoroughly stuffed before she could blink. Warm, throbbing flesh filled her mouth up, while a salty scent of sweat and fluids assaulted her nostrils.
She looked up, hoping to glare daggers into Adagio’s eyes, but the elder siren was occupied; Sonata crawled onto her, straddling her stomach, letting herself be dragged down into a forceful kiss.
And that spurred Aria’s pride, but in a more productive way.
Don’t you fucking dare steal the spotlight, Sonata.
She engaged her tongue, lifting it to give Adagio’s shaft a probing lick. Immediately, she was rewarded by a twitch and a gasp; she would’ve smirked, if her lips weren’t far too stretched to make shapes.
As she started to swirl her tongue, a low moan caressed her ears, and the pressure on her head relaxed, just slightly. She used that little scrap of freedom to start bobbing her head; her hands darted up to handle the bits of shaft and balls her retreating head left unattended.
When she looked up, and saw Adagio and Sonata fully making out, wet smacks and husky moans and everything, each with at least a handful of soft, jiggly tit to squeeze and play with, Aria smoldered. Anger, arousal, competitive pride and raw, brutal lust raged inside her. Her core lit up, waves of heat sweeping through her body with each second her vagina remained lonely.
She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted something in her, something rough and hard and big and savage. She wanted to feel it ramming into her.
There was nothing like the thought of eventually getting properly fucked to make her more keen on sucking dick. She swirled her tongue, bobbed her head, crammed as much of that pulsating meat into her mouth as she could, cradled and fondled shaft and balls with her hands wherever she could. And, amidst the soft moans and smacks raining down from above, she heard low, husky groans interjected, eventually saw one of Adagio’s eyes peeling from Sonata’s fat tits to settle on the one giving her the blowjob of a lifetime.
“You—” Adagio’s breath hitched; she trailed off into a gasp, rocked her hips in time to Aria’s ministrations “—you know what? Let’s…” She sucked in a long breath, purring as Sonata caught a nipple in her lips and suckled on it. “... do something different.”
Excitement ran through Aria’s veins.
Adagio grabbed Aria’s head and lifted; her cock popped out of Aria’s mouth, remaining connected briefly by a string of spittle. “You,” Adagio said, “up here.”
The directions she provided were more physical than audible. She wrenched Aria towards the headboard, gripped her by the shoulders, flipped her onto her back… pinned her down and pressed a rough, but short, kiss.
“You’ve been very good,” Adagio said when she broke away. Her face was only inches away from Aria’s, her breath a blast of hot air on Aria’s cheeks. Their bodies entwined, naked flesh on naked flesh. “You deserve… a little break.”
It was the cruel gleam that came to Adagio’s eye that made Aria tense.
Adagio sat upright, turned, dragged Sonata over, planted a hand on Sonata’s back and shoved her down. Sonata fell forward over Aria, catching herself on her palms, arms straddling Aria’s head. She stood on all fours, shaking her head dazedly, locking eyes with Aria.
A moment later, Sonata arched her back and cried out.
Aria watched, with wide eyes, Adagio standing on her knees behind Sonata, gripping the blue girl’s hips with both hands and grunting as she pushed her cock inside.
There were times when Aria actually thought that Adagio wasn’t so bad. One night, less than a month ago, they had a lovely night on the couch together; they’d turned on the TV, watched for a bit, then Aria got bored, wiggled out of her pants, and traded a handjob for a sensual, caring fingering. Nights like that, Adagio could almost be tender.
There must have been a quota of some kind. Some kind of careful ratio Adagio maintained, a balance of days where she was nice and days she decided to take whatever scraps of generosity lay in her heart, fuck them in the ass until they couldn’t walk, and then cuntpunt them out the window.
Aria clenched her teeth.
She noticed everything. The way Adagio leered down at her, keeping her hands firmly digging into Sonata’s hips as if daring Aria—or “you little bitch,” as Adagio’s eyes called her—to do something about it. The way Adagio’s thrusts rippled throughout the entirety of Sonata’s svelte frame, culminating in unabashedly lewd moans leaping out of a lolling head.
The way Sonata’s massive tits, suspended right above Aria’s face, so plump and soft Aria just wanted to squeeze them forever, jiggled and bounced and thrashed about.
Aria couldn’t look at anything without getting angry. It was like every sight in the bedroom had started waving a bright neon sign proclaiming “Sonata’s getting fucked!”
She was already horny as fuck; her pussy ached, yearned for cock, throbbed insistently as long as Adagio cruelly neglected it.
Fuck you, Adagio.
Her hand balled into a fist. She glared up at Adagio’s smug face and wished she could punch it—fuck Adagio’s bad day or whatever; she wanted to make it so much worse.
The issue, of course, and the only reason she stayed her hand, was that there was exactly one dick in the house. And the way things were going, she’d probably combust if she didn’t get it in her by the end of the night.
Her fingers were making a damn good effort, though. They’d found slick dampness when they reached her loins, and daggers of electric pleasure rushed through her when they traced circles around her folds. Her hips rocked, desperately seeking something, anything, to hump, and found the heel of her palm.
She grit her teeth, clenched the fist that wasn’t being used on herself, and watched. Watched Adagio pound into Sonata again and again and again and again and again… the bawdy symphony of just the sort of fucking she craved drove her to madness, saw her fingers brutalizing her cunt. She groaned, squirming where she lay, glaring upwards into Sonata’s sweat-slicked face, so twisted by ecstasy that Aria loathed to listen.
Her lips didn’t quite shut Sonata up. She reached out with her free hand, dragging Sonata’s head down, sloppily mashing their mouths together. Sonata was barely lucid, reciprocating Aria’s passionate smacks with sleepy, instinct-driven kisses. And Aria’s fingers shlicked wetly, popping in and out and in and out and in and out. She could feel each of Adagio’s thrusts, sense it in how it made Sonata quiver and tremble. She fixated on that rumble, dreamed that she was experiencing it for herself, lived vicariously by piggybacking on Sonata’s riding of it.
A particularly rough, heavy thrust jostled Sonata; the kiss ended. Aria peered towards Adagio, relenting in her fingering of herself only briefly.
You cunt.
The next few moments saw her staring transfixed by what little she could see of Adagio’s hips and cock. It was hardly anything, really, with Sonata in the way like that. But Aria had a good enough idea of what a horny, fucking Adagio looked like, and with all the sounds coming from down there, she visualized it quite clearly.
She panted, pumping her fingers.
Wondering.
Adagio had been viciously horny, when she’d come into Aria’s room that day—thinking of how she’d expressed those urges made Aria scowl and vent her anger through her fingers. If she was that badly worked up, maybe…
Aria panted again, mewling quietly as she forced her fingers out of her trembling cunt. She squirmed her way down the bed, chiding herself for being so damn thoughtful.
Adagio, very few knew, got… a particular way, when she was deep enough in the throes of passion. Some days, she just wouldn’t be able to cum otherwise; she’d fuck Sonata and Aria both senseless and still have to settle for rubbing one out herself when she was still thrusting after they both collapsed.
Which meant that, if Aria wanted that day of sex to ever come to an end…
She spied a lock of dangling hair, whipping about in time with Adagio’s thrusts and grunts. Licking her lips, Aria grabbed it, got a good fistful, gave it a sharp yank.
A whip of a head, a hissed curse. Aria paled; she watched Adagio pop right out of Sonata, shove the blue girl forwards, glare down at Aria.
“Aria…” Adagio’s voice was sharp, like a knife’s point gliding perilously over Aria’s skin. “... you always—always—” The room went silent and deathly still, save for Adagio’s lithe, pantherish body stalking closer to Aria “—think of the sweetest things.”
Aria blinked, let out a breath, relaxed her shoulders—
—yelped and lurched when Adagio’s palm smacked her right in the cunt. Stinging pain exploded through her, competing with residual arousal to leave her squirming, unsated, and spluttering.
“But you could work on your manners. And your timing,” Adagio said. Then she sat back, eyes flicking between Aria and Sonata, who sat meekly still far away from Aria on the bed. Adagio’s attention settled on Aria. “But I bet you’d like to return the favor, right? I haven’t been very nice to you today…” She turned over sensually, sitting on all fours, arching her back, wiggling her ass—her dripping, shiny cock swung back and forth like a pendulum. “So I’d go with a nice, big one.”
Aria nursed her stinging pussy with her fingers, but grinned as she reached under the bed and groped about for her box of toys.
Her dick throbbed insistently, twitching at the sight laid in front of it. Adagio’s thighs glistened, gifted a prominent sheen by her juices.
One the one hand, while seeing Adagio naked was not exactly a rare occurrence, rarely did she allow—let alone invite—Aria to beat off to her like that.
On the other hand, Adagio’s smugly bitchy face said that she’d be veritably delighted to watch Aria jerk herself off, and every time Aria gave her what she wanted, she was telling her that she could pull this shit again and get away with it.
Sometimes, it felt like Aria was a puppet on strings, tugged about by her own dick and Adagio’s pussy.
Her hand gripped her shaft; already she felt the desperate thoughts of, “If I go along with it, she’ll let me fuck her eventually,” coming to her in a torrent. Justifications for wretched weakness.
Spite drove her to speak. “You told me not to make a mess. I’ll give you the best sponging of your life when you get in the shower after this.”
That offer made Adagio’s eyebrow lift. One of her hands dropped down, palm covering her pussy. The question—“In exchange for what?”—did not need to be spoken.
“I wanna fuck your tits,” Aria declared.
Adagio glanced down, innocently as if she were surprised anyone wanted to do that. With her free hand, she cupped one of said tits, giving it a jiggle, then giggling and squeezing them together. “Oh, I bet you do,” she said in a breathy murmur.
Aria clenched her teeth. You cunt.
“But…” Adagio made a blatantly exaggerated yawn. “… I don’t think I have the energy for that right now,” she mumbled, sitting up and dragging herself languidly off the bed.
Aria watched, marinating in a thick broth of anger and arousal, transfixed by the rarely-seen sight of Adagio’s ass peaking out through sweat-matted hair as Adagio bent over in front of her bookshelf.
It made Aria stir, and contemplate. If she wanted to—really wanted to, she could take Adagio by surprise. Dispense with the bargaining bullshit and all that crap, just shove a dick in her and be done with it. A dainty skank like Adagio probably couldn’t stop her.
It was difficult for her to rationalize sitting still. Her hand idly ran up her shaft, squeezing the girthy flesh, making her grunt and tense. Damn, what she wouldn’t give to be able to go over, push Adagio’s head down, and fuck her then and there till neither of them could walk.
Instead, like the beaten little bitch she was, she just sat there and waited, keeping herself sated with half-assed strokes of her dick until Adagio came sauntering back over clutching a book in her hand.
On the cover was an unreasonably buff, shirtless man cozying up with what someone might think Adagio looked like if their only experiencing of her was falling facefirst into her tits and watching her hair walk away afterwards—which actually fit with the book’s supposed origins; according to one source, Adagio had ‘accidentally’ fallen out of her top at a bar, and the author, who’d been watching from afar, sat right up, marched home, told his wife he was leaving her, packed his bags, drove nonstop to an isolated mountain cabin, and typed out a six-hundred-page manuscript that became an erotica novel he’d go on to make a fortune off of.
And Aria had to have a certain begrudging respect for a woman whose mammaries had shaped history like that.
Adagio, of course, vehemently denied that she’d ever creamed her panties reading that novel. And that she’d had nothing but dick on her mind when she went to track down the author, but she wasn’t fooling anyone.
And afterwards, she was livid at finding out the author had been the human world’s Star Swirl writing under a pseudonym—not so livid she didn’t suck him off, if anyone asked Aria—but she’d at least had the presence of mind to know that the fastest cure for her anger was a week of nice, hard poundings, so Aria didn’t have any complaints.
“You,” Adagio announced as she laid back down on the bed, pointedly lying on her side with her back facing Aria, “should be wary of pushing your luck after you brought that filthy cock near me.”
Aria’s hackles rose. There were those thoughts again, filling her head with all the things she could do to Adagio if she really, badly, desperately wanted to.
Good thing she wasn’t desperate. No, she was better than that.
She heard a page being turned, and her eyes flicked over to Adagio. She hadn’t covered herself up at all—her posture was… well, pretty damn sexy, but in more of an accidental way than a sultry one. Less like she’d set out to encourage Aria’s attention, more like she’d just happened to land in the most enticing sprawl.
Aria growled, leaning back against the headboard, spreading her legs to make room for her cock, which she gripped with one determined hand.
And she stared upwards, at the freakish ceiling mirror; it felt oddly voyeuristic, detached, to stare at Adagio that way, even though they were right next to each other, but the vertical angle gave a better view of Adagio’s tits, so…
Another page turned. Adagio shifted slightly. If she paid any attention to Aria, she hid it by poring over that stupid book.
Well, Aria growled, making herself a little more comfortable, feeling the warm, veiny heat of her cock nestling against her palm. Maybe you’re on to something.
In her head, Adagio was crawling towards her, on all fours. Obedient. Docile. Eager to please. Drooling over Aria’s cock.
Her tongue ran over her lips. She fidgeted, gave herself a stroke, groaned at the friction of her palm against her shaft.
Her dream-Adagio crept closer, knelt and spread her legs. Her pussy slavered, a ravenous voice between her legs, an emptiness that begged to be filled. The dream-Adagio quivered, trembled; she was a wreck, starved of cock, too horny to think.
Aria felt her hips rising instinctively. She stroked herself again, blinked, glanced at the real Adagio to refresh her memory. Not that she didn’t know Adagio’s body well, by now—they’d spent many nights spooning in the same bed, though often with Aria’s cock prodding at the ass it’d never once been allowed to fuck.
Talking of things that weren’t allowed…
Aria pictured herself sneering at the dream-Adagio. Dream-Aria stared at this whimpering slut who’d come to her on her knees, and laughed. “I’ve fucked a dozen pussies like yours,” Dream-Aria said with a scowl, but with a beckon, too. “Give me those fat tits; we’ll see if there’s something worth my time there.”
Another stroke. Aria closed her eyes, caught up for once in a pleasantly dreamy haze. She swam in an ocean of lust, lurid fantasies guiding her arm to make long, loving strokes. Her dick, slick to the touch, twitched and flexed under her ministrations.
A loud smack distracted her, the sound of flesh on flesh.
When she looked over, Adagio’s delectable ass was still jiggling. Aria watched it rippling as Adagio’s palm, after the initial, harsh impact, lingered to squeeze and knead. It momentarily entranced Aria, as if reminding her that there was a warm, sexy body in front of her, not just in her dreams.
It was uncanny how Adagio could tell what Aria’s been up to, but… if she’d reacted, that meant it’d gotten to her, and that was satisfying as fuck.
Aria swallowed, watching Adagio let go, go back to her book as if nothing had happened, and mutter a quiet, “Well? Carry on.”
Another stroke of Aria’s dick helped get her back into the swing of things. She constricted her fingers tightly, squeezing her dick roughly. It was a tool for fucking, not love-making; it didn’t do not-rough.
Dream-Adagio nodded eagerly, crawling towards dream-Aria’s lap, hoisting up her plump, pillowy breasts with her too-small hands. She squeezed them together, enveloping dream-Aria’s massive cock in soft, velvety blankets of heat.
Aria sucked in a sharp breath. She’d felt her strokes quickening. She could hear the soft smack of her palm against her abdomen as it jerked down, constricting her shaft.
Dream-Aria grinned, rocking her hips up slowly. The tip of her cock breached from an ocean of cleavage, caressed by silky-smooth flesh all the way up and all the way down. Dream-Aria bucked her hips, this time holding them at that crest, so the tip of her cock jutted out from between Dream-Adagio’s breasts.
Dream-Aria didn’t have to say anything. Some mouths were just made for gobbling cock. Dream-Adagio greedily sucked as much as she could into her mouth, giving the tip a wet, sloppy kiss.
The real Adagio stirred slightly, squeezing her thighs together. Aria kept pummeling at her dick, so engrossed in the rising pleasure accompanying her strokes that she only barely noticed that Adagio had put her book down.
Yeah. You know what you wanna pay attention to.
Aria grunted, letting her head loll, wondering how much longer she could go.
Dream-Adagio, of course, took the addition of dick-sucking to her titfucking with abundant aplomb. She moved her tits up and down, plunging it in and out of the snug tunnel of warmth they formed, serenading it with tonguey kisses when it left that pillowy heaven.
She was getting close. She could hear it in her breath, feel it in her quickening pulse, in the throbbing inside her cock. She groaned, pumping away like her life depended on the orgasm she already felt approaching with a slow, rumbling pace.
And there were those thoughts again. She peered through the hustful haze enveloping her, stared at Adagio’s invitingly naked body, and thought fuck it.
She sprang up onto her knees, giving her trembling cock one last jerk while roughly turning Adagio onto her back with her other hand. Adagio gave a start, opening her mouth just in time for a faceful of cum.
Aria’s dick practically exploded. The first spurt splattered onto Adagio’s face and throat, caking her in Aria’s cum. The second landed squarely on her tits; Aria dragged her dick, milking every drop she could until Adagio was caked in white from neck to pussy.
A still, thick silence hung over them as Aria’s orgasm petered out, the last few fat globs of her seed dribbling down onto Adagio’s stomach.
Adagio wiped at her cheek with her fingers, pausing to crinkle her nose at the clingy, webby strands that lingered between her fingertips, then scowled at Aria. “Get out,” she snarled. “And send Sonata up.”
Aria gave a snort of a laugh. She could live with having her toy taken away. She paused to savor the sight—because holy fuck, Adagio looked delectable drenched in cum like that—then smirked and stood up. “Have fun cleaning up,” she called out over her shoulder as she walked towards the door, then stood outside it and held a hand to her mouth. “Hey, Sonata! Adagio needs you!”
She heard the patter of approaching feet, then turned to take one last appreciative look at Adagio’s scowling face and painted tits.
She could see herself getting a few good wanks out of that mental image. Life was good.
When Aria left the room, it was like a boulder had been pushed off of Adagio’s back. She sighed after the door closed, finally letting herself pick a smear of cum off of her tits and greedily lick her fingers clean. The salty, tangy taste was intoxicating, fuelling an already-stimulated libido.
She knew Aria had a backbone somewhere in that sack of fat. How angry she must’ve gotten to finally show it off like that…
Well, it made Adagio wish Sonata had a cock too.
Rapid knocks rapped on her door. Speak of the devil… “Come in, Sonata,” she said.
Sonata slipped inside, just wearing an adorably sexy bra and panties with an all-too-obvious damp patch. Her mouth gaped when she saw Adagio. “D—Dagi? What—?”
“Close the door,” Adagio interjected. After her order was obeyed, she pointed to a drawer. “Get the purple one.”
Sonata’s eyes lit up. She squealed, clapping her hands excitedly before rushing over to the drawer, tearing it open, and then gasping again. “Oh my gosh, it’s even bigger than I remembered!”
Adagio grunted irritably.
With a timid squeak, Sonata pulled out a big, fat, absolutely gorgeous purple dildo, then darted onto the bed to kneel in front Adagio.
“I want you,” Adagio began, in a husky groan of a voice, sprawling out to show off as much of her body as she could, opening her legs to give Sonata room, dipping her hand in the sticky fluid coating her chest, “to rub as much of this as you can onto that thing and then fuck me with it until I can’t walk.”
The simple truth of the matter was that sometimes Adagio just liked sucking dick.
She didn’t always need an end goal; a favour to be gained, a pawn to be manipulated. On those occasions, she’d foist it off on one of the other two more often than not, anyway. No, sometimes she just enjoyed having a big tasty cock in her mouth, when bobbing her head in someone’s lap could be just as relaxing for her as for them.
It helped, perhaps, that – like most things she set her mind to, but particularly this – she was really fucking good at it.
And there were all the other dicks in the world, and then there was Sonata’s, which stood taller and weightier. Perhaps because it was attached to a girl, it smelled better, too. And, conveniently, it was far closer than any other, and belonged to someone who didn’t mind Adagio’s attentions in the slightest.
...That had been a stupid sentence. She must really have been losing herself into her task if her brain had shut down that far. No one would have minded her attention, of course. In any field, but least of all felatio. But it was probably fair to say that Sonata questioned it less than most, and didn’t see it as a sign of commitment or even vague interest beyond Adagio craving something for her mouth.
The memory of the first time had been lost somewhere to the haze of centuries, so Adagio really couldn’t recall Sonata’s initial reaction, or how quickly she’d grown used to it. But it was now the most natural thing in the world to them that sometimes after dinner Adagio would crawl up beside Sonata on the couch, pull the girl’s skirt up to expose her loins and wordlessly start going to town on her member.
Or Sonata might be lying on her bed one afternoon painting her nails in her underwear, and Adagio would slip in, barely even bothering to flash Sonata a smile before settling herself at the foot of the bed, peeling off Sonata’s lacy panties and tenderly reacquainting herself with the obedient blue shaft and balls.
Occasionally Adagio would even wake up early and sit Sonata spread-eagled on the kitchen worktop, letting her take a break from preparing breakfast while Adagio crouched on the floor in front of her. Sonata always wore silk bathrobes when she cooked breakfast, just in case Adagio wanted her favourite cock to be only a tied waist sash away.
At these times, Sonata would keep her reactions minimal, sitting back to enjoy it while stroking Adagio’s hair and cooing softly, occasionally biting her lip or moaning quietly. That was just how Adagio wanted it, so training Sonata to behave that way must have been a project of eons before.
Adagio just wanted a dick she could work on in private, hers to fondle and stimulate. Something that would unconcernedly cum in her mouth with no more than a gentle hand on the back of her head, like it was no big deal.
All of which had laid excellent groundwork for days like today, when she blew Sonata with a purpose.
Today, Sonata was slouched on the living room couch, bathrobe undone, legs wide apart with Adagio kneeling between them. The warm flesh of Sonata’s length filled Adagio’s mouth each time she sank her head, firm but tender against her tongue. Her lips were juicy cushions pressed against the shaft as it slid over them, so soft and inviting as to make a supermodel’s tits feel like concrete by comparison. She really did love sucking dick, sometimes.
But she couldn’t afford to get distracted by her own indulgences today, not when she probably only had a few minutes before Aria grew frustrated enough to find out where Sonata had got to. And Sonata’s balls needed to be empty by then.
That meant changing gear. Pulling herself reluctantly off Sonata’s cock, she swept the tip of her tongue down the underside of the shaft, hearing Sonata gasp at the break from the norm. Adagio slid her tongue all the way down to Sonata’s balls, which, without slowing, she then took into her mouth. Cold, clammy skin embedded with wrinkles and impregnated with musk overwhelmed her senses.
Ordinarily she probably would have made Sonata shower first. Maybe jumped in there with her, even, because Adagio knew few luxuries more pleasant and relaxing than someone else washing her hair, caressing shampoo into her scalp, while she contented herself with going down on them.
Of course, having Sonata wash her hair and then fuck her from behind when standing could be fun, too, if not quite as tranquil. But that was for another time. For now, Sonata’s delicate orbs filled her mouth, so vulnerable that Adagio felt strangely protective.
And yes, these definitely need emptying… Were they really any more swollen than normal, though, her rational side had to ask? They seemed it, like she could almost feel them full to bursting, but maybe that was just the impression anyone would get when so close to them, so connected.
Real or imagined, she had to hurry. Having her mouth busy elsewhere gave the perfect cover to bring in her hands to help with Sonata’s cock, wrapping her fist around the base and starting to pump it up and down, much more direct stimulation to bring about the sticky end goal.
And, within her mouth, her tongue wandered all over Sonata’s balls, tracing the veins, circling and teasing. A gasp at that prompted Adagio to look up, only to find Sonata staring down at her, alternating moment to moment between wide-eyed and eyes half closed deliriously.
The problem with eye contact during a blowjob, in Adagio’s book, was the unpleasant reminder that there was someone else attached to the end of the cock she was trying to enjoy sucking. But there were some advantages to be exploited, at least, if events conspired to prevent her from closing her eyes and appreciating her big throbbing meal in peace.
Looking Sonata in the eye, she sucked harder on the balls in her mouth, and at the same time tightened her fist at the base of the heavy cock and swung it several times into her own face, splattering saliva across her nose and forehead. Then, still not breaking Sonata’s gaze, she pulled free of the balls, angled the cock towards her mouth again and took the tip inside.
Sonata’s eyes held love and amazement as Adagio jerked her off, suckling the head as she did so. With her other hand, she wiped the excess drool from Sonata’s balls so they wouldn’t get cold, leaving them shining as if proud of the attention they’d received.
And then, with a wink up at Sonata, Adagio dropped her eyes to the shaft in front of her and drove herself onto its whole length.
She didn’t pause to marvel at how that girth stretched her throat, like it could hold no more but expanded to fit twice that amount anyway. Nor to frown at how she was the second girl to treat Sonata so this morning, and any comparisons made between the two in Sonata’s head. She just pushed herself straight back up again and then repeated the dive, again and again, the ridges in her throat taking the place of her fingers gripping the cock moments before.
She felt the viscous, clinging saliva in her throat welcome Sonata in, lubricating her up to slip in and out effortlessly. Though Adagio knew better than to act on it, a flight of fancy overtook her of peeling off her top and rubbing that slobbery cock all over her chest, hacking up more saliva to drool over it and herself too, beating her stiff nipples with that unyielding length and giving herself to the moist slap of each impact. No, not today.
Shame, though. When was the last time she’d got properly messy sucking a cock? Probably that time a few months ago, when... A moan made its way up from her throat around the enormous twitching shaft distending it, escaping into the air in the gaps between each entry, her composure overcome by the physical sensations of right then on top of the remembered ones from that day.
They had been her favourite shoes, after all, those stilettos, and one did not discard such footwear without a proper send-off!
So she’d worn only them as she splayed herself out on her back on the kitchen table, hair tied back and head hanging over the edge, and had Sonata stand over her and facefuck her for several hours. Even Aria had rubbed one out just watching. And by the end of it, aching, drenched in sweat, spit and cum both inside and out, she’d firmly established that day as the time she made Sonata cum five times, rather than when she broke her nice black heels.
And if she’d managed to drag that fifth orgasm out of Sonata back then, supplying her first today should be no effort at all. Especially when the memory spurred Adagio to push herself harder, jackhammering her head up and down over Sonata’s crotch, every downward surge plunging the mighty cock deep into her throat, her lusty imagination suggesting it almost reached her stomach.
Glancing upwards revealed that Sonata’s eyes were closed, lips parted and trembling, tiny sounds coming out of her mouth with each rapid breath. Maybe it shouldn’t have taken Aria’s behaviour to prompt Adagio into action. Sonata deserved a life full of amazing orgasms just as much as any of them, and Adagio’s body was a tool perfectly crafted to provide them.
No, that made it sound like charity work, and the very thought threatened to turn Adagio off then and there for the whole day, so she instead dwelled on how Sonata’s proud member at that moment was delivering everything she wanted. Sonata’s cock, like the rest of her, was so expressive, swelling and pulsing in answer to Adagio’s stimulations. Sucking Sonata off from start to finish wasn’t far off a conversation for Adagio, and one that grated far less than those Sonata used her mouth to participate in.
And it wasn’t just that Adagio probably ought to do more to thank Sonata for that from time to time. There was a better, less selfless reason too: Adagio had to admit that occasionally Aria wasn’t the only dickless siren in the household with a mouth that loved to be fucked.
Again an idle fantasy occurred to her, of how nice it would be to stand Sonata up and get properly facefucked, feeling that huge blue cock ramming the whole way into her with each hip thrust, like any protests her throat might make at the treatment simply didn’t matter.
That would be fun, but Sonata was almost ready to pop, and pausing to change positions would reset everything. Today, speed and efficiency had priority, and…
No.
No, that didn’t sound very ‘her.’ That was letting someone else’s whims dictate your actions. Putting their needs over your own. Why even bother being a siren if you couldn’t indulge yourself when you wanted? Especially when that indulgence involved being a goddess treated like a whore.
Her hand closed around Sonata’s shaft again as she drew her mouth away, noting how her fist glided over the soft, sensitive skin almost as easily as her lips did, such was the amount of saliva she’d drowned it in.
“On your feet,” she commanded, surprised and amused by how it came out as a growl after a few minutes of having her larynx be pushed aside for other purposes.
Sonata’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a face flushed red and now painted with confusion. “Dagi…?” she managed to mumble.
The hand around Sonata’s shaft closed tighter, a couple of firm tugs upwards providing no-nonsense direction that Sonata needed to be upright and standing. But she still looked lost as she struggled to sit up.
“My mouth needs fucking,” Adagio said, looking Sonata dead in the eye with not far off a glare. “Get up, jam your cock down my throat, and fuck my face until you cum.”
Wide-eyed, Sonata jerked her head up and down in acknowledgement as she scrambled up, struggling to find her balance on unsteady legs. Her bathrobe hung loose and open, practically falling off her shoulders, and her cock looked all the bigger perpendicular to her body when standing.
Adagio, who was going to do this properly if it was worth doing at all, pulled off her top, freeing tits she hadn’t yet bothered to stuff into a bra that morning. Hers were better than other girls’ tits, naturally, and she’d achieved many great things with them over the years. But ultimately they remained just tits, which were universally improved by being out in the open, jiggling up and down with every thrust and inviting copious loads to be blown on them.
Inviting it, even when Sonata’s load had already been earmarked for elsewhere.
That left Adagio in only her thin, lacy little panties, particularly glad she’d happened to choose pale pink ones today, helping her feel all the more demure and vulnerable for what was to come. Those panties were already soaked through, of course, her pussy crying out for the attention her mouth was due to receive.
With softer eyes, Adagio looked up from where she knelt waiting. “You’re in charge, ok? Can you handle that?”
Sonata’s determination was offset by how she bit her lip, so Adagio added further instructions. “Push my head down, have your wicked way with my mouth, and don’t let me up unless I’ve swallowed every last drop.”
As expected when Adagio said things like that to Sonata – or to anyone, really – lust soon overcame nerves. Sonata stepped closer to stand right in front of Adagio’s face, one foot either side of her kneeling legs, and reached out gingerly to cup the back of Adagio’s neck.
With her hands resting atop her thighs, Adagio let herself be guided by Sonata closer to the object which would soon be treating her mouth as a playground. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, tantalised by the anticipation of having to wait for that cock to be in her mouth again, even though less than a minute had passed since it was last.
A moment later, the pressure of the head of a plump cock effortlessly pushed her lips wide apart and slipped between them, so unyielding in its approach it would have slid in just as smoothly if it weren’t already slick with Adagio’s spit.
She’d worried Sonata’s slow pace and caring hold on her neck would lead her to be hesitant or gentle, but sighed joyfully as her mouth was pushed unflinchingly right down to the base of Sonata’s length, Adagio’s beautiful yellow blowjob lips now pressed hard against a supple blue abdomen.
There was definitely a very different thrill to having Sonata take the reins for it. The girth in her throat felt far larger than when she’d steered it there herself, far more choking and invasive as it forced her body to stretch around it. It didn’t just fill her mouth and throat; it filled all of her, blotting out all other sensations. Even the balls rubbing against her chin, still damp from her efforts earlier, seemed distant in comparison to the planet’s-worth of cock in her airways.
And she could still feel it twitching as it sat there, tensing and relaxing as if exploring its new surroundings and making itself at home, with no urgency given to Adagio’s inability to breathe. That was another good sign! Adagio wouldn’t splutter like some virgin schoolgirl, she’d let that cock block her windpipe until she passed out if necessary, and thank Sonata afterwards for being selfish enough to do the job properly.
Although Sonata might find her more fun when awake, all the same.
The pressing on the back of her neck eased off, and the gargantuan shaft was dragged from her throat, torturous in how empty its slow withdrawal left her. Adagio snatched a discreet breath when able, drawing the renewed scent of Sonata’s musk seemingly down to her lungs, furthering the impression of that cock occupying every bit of her.
Sonata’s hand moved to the crown of Adagio’s head, soon joined by another, in a solid grip with fingers spread out across her skull. But the expected push downwards didn’t come, and Sonata’s length hung suspended in the air with only the tip brushing Adagio’s lips, as lightly as a smooth, wet feather.
Opening her eyes to look upwards, Adagio found Sonata smiling down at her. But not at her face, no; Sonata’s eyes were drinking in the sight of Adagio’s bare breasts, her expression balanced between lust and serenity.
Coquettishly, Adagio kept looking up at Sonata as she shifted on her knees, the stirring movement turning her tits one way then the other, highlighting their fine curve from different angles.
Sonata’s eyes lit up. Then the sharp push came, slamming Adagio’s mouth onto the cock in front of her, violating her throat almost too fast for her senses to process.
Then it was gone again, then back, then gone, then… Twice a second, Adagio’s head was forced down, while Sonata’s hips thrust forwards to meet it. That entire, thick, glorious length battered its way into Adagio’s throat every time, punching her pharynx open wide to make room. As each beautiful assault on Adagio’s mouth was followed by a retreat just as fast to be ready for the next strike, the energy of the backward movements sent thick ropes of Adagio’s drool flying, spattering all over Sonata’s legs, groin and stomach.
Within a minute, Adagio could feel the mess all over her own face, too, all around her mouth, her cheeks, practically running down her chin in rivulets, leaving a wanton sheen on her chest below, especially where it dripped down between her tits invitingly. When did I last…? Ok, maybe she needed to have Sonata fuck her tits sometime soon. Why have the mammary equivalent of a supercar if you didn’t take it out for a drive from time to time?
So overwhelming was the constant pounding in her throat, wedging her jaw open as wide as it would go, that it was only when an ecstatic warmth bloomed through her chest, radiating outward from her breasts, that she realised she’d raised her hands to them to pinch her stiff nipples. She might have frowned at the thought that she couldn’t trust her limbs to stay on task unattended, from where she’d set them meekly on her knees – might have done if her facial muscles weren’t slack from being abused into submission.
But at least she’d gone for rubbing her nipples rather than her clit. If she started on her pussy, she’d be there all day.
And her tits really did need it, so slathered that even the hardest pinch felt slimy and slippery and fucking wonderful. She moaned loudly, neither able to stop herself or caring to, loving how the pitch shot up each time Sonata rammed inside. She heard herself, sounding like the most shameless of whores, and wondered if the fellater might be even happier about her situation than the fellated.
Well, it had been her idea, even if she were the one giving rather than receiving.
...Terms which didn’t quite feel right in that instance, now she thought of it. Sonata might be the one getting sexual stimulation out of it – ok, direct sexual stimulation, because Adagio half-thought she herself might cum from the endeavour without being touched downstairs once – but Adagio very much felt she was on the receiving end of the encounter, with the way the back of her throat was receiving such a bludgeoning.
And she’d be the one receiving the load at the end of it, too. Even if one talked of ‘performing’ oral sex, Sonata was doing all the work there. Adagio was just a willing mouth to sit there and be fucked, then emptied into. Could she even say she’d earned it, when Sonata’s climax came? That Adagio had toiled arduously to bring forth the cum she’d have squirted down her throat?
She hoped not. A grimace might have marred her features for a split second before it was fucked away. Sirens did not work. They existed, and others paid tribute to them. In this case, she was existing open-mouthed in a place Sonata was humping the air with reckless abandon, and the tribute she’d receive would be hot and potent, leaving a trail down the walls of her oesophagus as she claimed it.
Maybe? That was one way to look at it. Another was that she’d have earned every drop of spunk Sonata pumped into her as a reward for being such an obedient little fuckslut, that it’d be warm, soothing cream to tend her poor, ravaged throat and make it all better.
On balance, Adagio couldn’t deny that interpretation was hot, and made her clench her supple yellow thighs together a little tighter, but the first view of events was definitely the one she favoured, and could live with.
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck went the cock stuffing her mouth, each time with a wet slapping sound of Sonata’s abdomen colliding with Adagio’s nose and lips as that massive package hammered home.
Had it been thoughts of debasement, like thinking of herself as nothing more than a dirty cumdumpster for Sonata to fill, driving Aria today? She’d always been a bit whiny if she didn’t get fucked when she said she needed it, but this morning had gone quite a lot further, with her sucking off Sonata in secret to hide her shame. Maybe she just had a really good dream? Either way, Adagio would keep an eye out to see if the trend continued.
Her throat probably should have been numb by that point from the repeated cock-powered blunt force trauma Sonata was dishing out as instructed, but it certainly wasn’t. Each new impact stretched her wide. Both in length and girth, Sonata was never any less than too big. Which made her the perfect size, because Adagio’s throat hurt like Hell, and a primal part of her which she probably didn’t listen to often enough never wanted that to end.
Pleasure rolled up from her chest, where she pinched, rubbed, fondled and caressed her hard-as-iron nipples, sometimes going as far as to dig in with her long fingernails to raise a sensation which could compete with those coming from higher up her body. Pain flooded down from there, long past mere aching or discomfort, along with a bone-deep satisfaction she’d never managed to replicate by other methods.
They all mixed together in a way that would eventually leave her howling, far beyond her breaking point. Or would have done, if her body remained her own. But experience, most recently on the table with her shoes, on top of all the other times before, told her that, while the physical pain would remain and in fact grow the longer it went on, it would also decrease in relevancy.
The longer Sonata used her for, the more she’d become just a throat for fucking, and the pain would be that of someone else, someone with thoughts and feelings, dreams and desires, someone entirely separate from a throat that only knew completeness when full to bursting of the cock it belonged to.
That was probably the reason she didn’t let Sonata hump her face more often, actually. Being an orifice to be fucked was a lot of fun. But few things on Earth were more fun than being Adagio. You didn’t take vacations when you already lived in paradise.
Sonata’s movements were becoming erratic. A thrust misaimed to one side, a speed increase from ‘as fast as possible’ to ‘too fast,’ a stumble that would have broken the rhythm if Adagio hadn’t managed to correct it. Even when she was having her face brutally assaulted by a cock in the throes of berserker rage, Adagio remained really very good at blowjobs.
And if Sonata was losing it to that extent, her orgasm was likely to be very violent indeed. Another moan – a delighted whimper, if Adagio was recklessly honest with herself – burbled out of her, crooning for the cum she knew would imminently try to drown her.
Above her, Sonata kept mostly quiet, each slam of her length into Adagio bringing a low grunt. Adagio kept her eyes closed, even as Sonata approached the cusp, letting her other senses deliver the experience to her. Mostly saliva and precum were all she could taste and smell, overriding the sweat and musk which must have lain underneath. And her ears were filled with the wet schlick of a cock tunneling into her, vibrations carrying through her skull as well as the air around them.
She’d have blocked those senses out too, if she could, to float through purely on the physical feelings. The sudden pressure of the hands on the back of her head, making their previous movements pistoning her head up and down seem gentle. The stab of pain through an already-aching jaw forced open too wide for a last time, the stinging of her nose impacting on tensed stomach muscles where before had been soft flesh. And of course the impossible stretching of her abused throat, full to bursting.
There was no other feeling like it: an anguish she longed for, needed, felt rewarded by. Sonata’s cock was driven in as deep as it could go, forming an airtight plug several inches long that nothing was escaping. Never mind Adagio’s instruction for Sonata not to let her up until she’d swallowed every last drop, Sonata wouldn’t let her breathe until she did.
As soon as Sonata hilted in her mouth, girth straining her throat to its very limit, Adagio felt through her lips the swelling at its base. That expansion, which would have made her eyes bulge if they’d been open, rocketed up the length and exploded from the tip. Cum, hot and sticky and just fucking perfect, flooded into her with the force of a bursting dam, the empty few inches of throat between cock and stomach filling instantly.
Oh fucking hell yes.
Adagio’s options were to swallow it into her stomach or literally drown, the spike of fear at the sudden danger doubling her excitement. She swallowed frantically again and again, wincing each time as the muscles tried to contract and found they were wedged uncompromisingly open. Warmth gushed into her stomach, each splash accompanied by a throbbing between her legs.
And Sonata showed no sign of slowing, pumping her overdue load into Adagio, her spasming cock finally having its proper say after at least one interrupted blowjob that morning. Every inch of it screamed that Adagio had brought it on herself, and deserved the ordeal it was causing her. One of Sonata’s hands left Adagio’s head – though the other pressed harder to make up for it – and slithered over to the front of her neck, fingers rubbing her throat from the outside, in downward motions that coaxed and commanded her to swallow more.
She felt full. Not just in her mouth and throat, and how that took over her mind and body and became her entire existence, but also now in her stomach. Stuffed full, like she’d eaten a whole meal. The onslaught of overpowering, choking, precious, life-affirming cum was slowing, now only spurting out when Sonata clenched, giving Adagio a little more time to find space for it inside her.
But running out of oxygen made her swallows even more panicked, desperate to deal with the last few drops so Sonata would free her and let her have air again.
Despite having run dry, Sonata still held her there and caressed her throat for a few moments that seemed to stretch on and on, caring motions at odds with the cock suffocating the life out of her.
Finally, Sonata whispered “Good girl,” down at her, and with terrible slowness began to drag her cock free, as if Adagio didn’t have specks encroaching on her vision from holding her breath. Even pulling it out hurt, with how tightly it was squeezed in, and how swallowing had contracted everything. But every sore inch cleared was a step closer to fresh air, and couldn’t come soon enough.
The second she was able, Adagio sucked in as much air as she could, gulping it down around the cock still drawing out over her tongue, its coolness stinging her raw throat. Deep breaths continued as it dragged free of her lips, dropping from them to dangle limp but solid between Sonata’s legs, just as Adagio’s head was released.
She sagged, putting a hand on Sonata’s leg to stop herself falling sideways. If Sonata had facefucked her that hard on the table a few months ago, she’d never have made it to orgasm two, let alone five.
“Are you ok, Dagi?” came a concerned gasp from above, which could not have been further removed from the voice that had called her a good girl, despite coming from the same mouth. Sonata was bending over in a second, slipping arms underneath Adagio’s and helping her haltingly to her wobbly feet. “Did I go too far?”
Adagio took the invited shoulder to lean on, trying to get her panting under control. She gave a husk of a snort, the best she could manage at the time. “Much further than I thought you would.”
Even without looking, she knew Sonata’s eyebrows would be furrowing, so she staved it off with a hand on Sonata’s chest – hardly noticing it was a succulent, soft blue breast she touched – and added, “It was exactly what I needed.”
Maybe Adagio could just stand there and rest her face between Sonata’s tits for a few minutes while getting her breath back; there were few happier places to be, all that breast was right there, and she definitely needed a moment to recharge.
“And what about what I needed?!” came a furious voice from the far end of the room.
The image of a dreamy recovery in Sonata’s cleavage reluctantly blew away.
“You go have a shower, Sonata,” Adagio said, straightening up, patting Sonata’s bare ass and pushing her towards the staircase. “I’ll deal with this one.”
Sonata couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Dagi so happy. She didn’t have that tightness around her eyes like she was always fighting a headache, or the bags under them from not getting enough sleep. And if Dagi’d been standing, rather than on elbows and knees, she wouldn’t have walked with that straight back and high head, the one that said she always knew exactly where she was going. She looked like a person, for once, not a stone shield protecting them from the world. Sonata didn’t think she’d ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Eat it, you useless cunt!” Sonata growled, mashing Adagio’s face harder into her crotch.
An obedient tongue sank deeper into Sonata’s pussy, twisting this way and that inside her, and she brought her hands to pinch at her tits while her head rolled back. Ohhhhhh….. It took a lot of effort to keep the moan inside her head and not escaping her lips, but she didn’t want to make any noises that might let Dagi know she was doing a good job, and so wasn’t as useless as Sonata had said. It was too important, what she and Ari were doing, to lose control and accidentally let herself be nice. Dagi needed what they did too much for that.
She knew she probably shouldn’t watch Dagi so much, should pretend like she wasn’t there and that she was just being eaten out by something that didn’t really matter, and wasn’t worth looking at. That’s what Dagi would have wanted. But she was just so pretty! Sonata could hardly take her eyes away, looking at how carefree Dagi’s eyes were behind the huge smears of mascara, spit and Sonata’s juices.
Beneath all that, Dagi’s cheeks were much redder than usual, and not just from how she panted, hot breath rushing from her mouth around her tongue and bathing Sonata’s sex in warmth.
Dagi had always been in charge, for as long as Sonata could remember. And she was good at it, and made Sonata feel safe, so following her was not just the right thing to do but a happy thing too. And they all knew that Dagi hated hated hated the idea of giving up control to anyone else, especially Ari. That would mean Aria was better than her and stuff.
So when Sonata and Ari used Dagi’s body like a toy...
Sonata felt as much as heard the moaning of the mouth pressed against her pussy. She looked down and gave Dagi an ‘oh, you’re such a whore’ face. Before looking away again, she saw Dagi turn even more red and bite her lip to try to stop the noise of how happy she was, but her mouth burst open again a moment later when Ari, kneeling up behind her, thrust her hips forwards for, like, the thousandth time.
And Sonata couldn’t blame her! She knew herself – she was an expert in it, in fact! – how amazing it felt having that massive great cock hammering into her ass, making her feel like she’d never be able to sit down again but would never want to anyway if that huge stiff shaft wasn’t there to greet her, to fill her as she lowered herself into her seat. Sonata moaned every time, when it was her own ass being fucked like that.
It wasn’t quite the same, of course, because the cock Ari was fucking Dagi with was made of rubber and attached with belts and stuff, where Sonata got to fuck the real thing, to tremble with anticipation as she felt it swelling to cum in her ass. Poor Dagi couldn’t really do that with her own cock, so she had to make do with the pretend one.
But it was as close as she could get: an almost perfect match! When it had finally arrived in the mail, Sonata had tested it herself and the real thing right after, and the sizes were exactly the same. It didn’t quite throb the same way as Dagi’s did, but still. Totally worth she and Ari getting Dagi turned on in her sleep and sneaking her big happy cock into that mold!
And Sonata could also see how much Ari liked pretending she had a dick of her own, and getting to fuck Dagi instead of being the one getting fucked! Sweat dripped down Ari’s face as she snarled, that look that said she was enjoying making someone suffer.
Dagi was definitely suffering, the way she whimpered each time Ari smashed the big gold plastic cock into her, stretching her asshole wide to plunge deep inside. Sonata kinda wished she had a cock too, something she could stuff into Dagi’s mouth so the cute little noises couldn’t get out, and would all build up inside and come rushing out all at once when Dagi came.
Sonata didn’t have one, though. She had to make do!
“Use your fucking tongue, you wretched whore. If I can hear your pathetic noises, you’re doing it wrong!”
Sometimes Sonata really worried about saying mean things like that to Dagi. Not because Dagi might get mad – Sonata would kinda deserve it! – but in case she was upset. She was so tough and could take on the whole world, but sometimes mean comments stayed with you and stuff. Like that time Ari had said Sonata’s adorbs new shoes with cats on were ‘impractical!’ Hmph.
Luckily there was no need for Sonata to worry about Dagi, as a quick leaning over to look underneath her, between her legs, showed almost the hardest cock Sonata had ever seen, dribbling precum as it bobbed to Ari’s thrusts, straining upwards under Dagi’s stomach. A big yellow flag waving away saying oh my god yes fuck me more.
Everyone knew Dagi’s hair was, like, the best thing ever thought of, and would have been worth its weight in gold if it weighed a hundred times more. But it had an extra, secret advantage when Ari and Sonata were giving Dagi what she badly needed: there was so much of it to pull!
People had been crucified for pulling Dagi’s hair before. Quite a few of them, too. She really did not like it! So Sonata was wise and sensible at times like this, and made sure Ari did it first to know it was ok. And for the last few minutes Ari had had one hand on Dagi’s hip, pulling her onto the strap-on each time, when not moving to harshly slap her asscheeks instead…
...And her other hand tight in a fist, with a thick band of Dagi’s hair wrapped around it. It pulled Dagi’s head back as she was fucked, and pulled tighter as Sonata pushed her back down to eat more pussy. Wow, did that cock throb!
Sonata only realised after a moment that she was cupping Dagi’s cheek, caressing it. She couldn’t help it, Dagi was just so happy and Sonata totally wanted to kiss her for hours and hours. But that was, like, the exact opposite of what Dagi needed, and the reason she was so happy, so Sonata instead looked down at her, lifted her palm away from Dagi’s cheek and then slapped it hard, forcing more pussy into her mouth before she could cry out.
Grabbing a fistful of beautiful orange hair at the roots made that much easier, and Dagi’s moans grew even more debased than before. Sonata rolled her fist back, a sustained pulling to hurt rather than a tug to direct, and she felt Dagi’s tongue fucking her faster, desperate to prove how much she loved it. Oh, Dagi, you’re such a slut.
And she was taking cock like one, too! Sonata was kind of mesmerised each time she looked down to Dagi’s ass, watching the way it would ripple with each stroke of Ari’s cock. Sonata was generally ok with an unprompted facefucking, but Ari often kind of showed problems being understanding with that sort of thing. And now she was in a position to dish out some penetration of her own, she was really going for it!
Dagi wasn’t the only one doing a good job, though; Ari was pretty great with the strap-on, slamming her hips forwards each time like she’d always had a cock, and fucked with it every day. Not like Sonata, the one time she’d tried…
But it was tricky! Hip movements suddenly got confusing when they were that fast, and Ari really hadn’t been helping! It wasn’t Sonata’s fault Dagi had been too mad at Ari to fuck her for a week, so shouting when Sonata couldn’t get the rhythm right had just been extra pressure she hadn’t needed.
It was better this way, though! Ari got to fuck Adagio in the ass with a huge cock, which was, like, every present she’d ever wanted. Dagi got to be fucked in the ass with a huge cock by Ari, which, it turned out, was kind of Dagi’s favourite thing too? And Sonata got to watch, while the best pussy eater alive went down on her.
More than any of that, Dagi’s face was the most important thing. So carefree. So relaxed. So just, uh, let-gone, like she was floating on a sea of having all the real world fucked out of her.
But that suddenly changed. Dagi’s eyes widened, like she was sad or scared or something, and Sonata realised the constant motions of Ari driving in and out had stopped. In fact Ari had backed off a little way, strap-on cock hanging free. Awww, and Dagi was all distressed not to have her ass full of fake dick!
“Roll over onto your back, slut,” Ari growled, “where you belong. I wanna see your tits bounce as I plough your ass.”
Dagi made a noise Sonata could only describe as a whimper, nodding hurriedly while pressing her lips together like she was going to swallow them. And flushing even redder than before, too. She collapsed from all fours onto her side, the momentum then carrying her over onto her back, bent legs in the air and wide apart, offering herself defencelessly to Ari.
Between them, her cock flopped against her stomach, leaving a trail of precum wherever it touched. And Ari was right: a view of Dagi’s boobs improved everything! Sonata reached out towards a nipple, grabbed it and twisted, smiling down at Dagi’s hiss.
Wasting no time, Ari lifted Dagi’s ass higher into the air, making her even more vulnerable and bringing her closer to the height of the strap-on cock as Ari knelt. With Sonata still pinching one of Dagi’s nipples, Ari reached out and slapped the other, hard and uncaring.
Then she was lining herself up, tip pressed to Dagi’s well-used hole. Ari paused just long enough to lean forwards over Dagi and spit in her face – Dagi managed to close her eyes in time, and when she opened them again, the saliva was hard to make out amongst her own and the contributions Sonata’s pussy had made to the sexy Dagi-face-shaped mess – and then Ari rammed her way inside, cock disappearing entirely into Dagi’s ass.
Dagi mewled, like she was about to cry from the pain and shame hitting her at the same time. What she really needed, Sonata knew, was someone to hop on her face right away and overwhelm her with delicious blue snatch. But there was a problem with that, and Sonata didn’t know what to do!
It went like this: Dagi’s face was the prettiest thing in any room, even when it wasn’t covered in hard-earned spit and nectar. And when it showcased Dagi finding peace in her degradation, Sonata wanted to video it and watch it forever. But letting Dagi know she was just that beautiful was kind of a compliment, and Ari had said saying nice things wasn’t allowed at the moment, that Dagi needed them to be mean bitches to her.
And sitting cowgirl on Dagi’s face looking down at her, unable to see the assfucking and bouncing tits going on behind Sonata’s back, was kind of admitting that Dagi’s face was the prettier thing to watch, wasn’t it? Even though it totally was, Sonata couldn’t let Dagi know that. Maybe after, but not now.
So instead Sonata swung her other leg over Dagi, kneeling on either side of her head and facing down her body towards Ari. Sonata set herself straight down, squashing her spread pussy onto Dagi’s nose and mouth. “Make yourself useful,” Sonata ordered, though she hardly needed to. Immediately Dagi had gone to work with her tongue, picking up from where she left off before the position change.
Oh, yeahhhhhh…. Sonata had to bring a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out as Dagi plundered her depths.
Then she reached for Dagi’s right hand, lifting it up and folding it down to press it to her clit. The angle wouldn’t be too comfortable for Dagi, but that would probably make it better for her? Like, having to inconvenience herself so others got what they wanted and stuff? Dagi got the message straight away and took to rubbing gentle strokes in time with her tonguing. Sonata squeaked, unable to stop herself, and so made up for it by grinding down harder on Dagi’s face.
And no one could even see Dagi’s face! What wasn’t lost somewhere between Sonata’s legs was hidden behind her ass, blocked from view. So, on the one hand, it wasn’t quite so obvious she and Ari were watching Dagi in her humiliation, and gave Dagi a bit of an escape from that, which probably wasn’t so good for her. But on the other, it was probably top of the list of things they could do to make her feel worthless? Sonata’s breath caught for a second at the thought of just how hard all their treatment would make Dagi cum. Like...wow.
That thought drew Sonata’s eye to Dagi’s impossibly-hard cock. It was the centrepiece of a view so magnificent it almost made up for not being able to see Dagi’s face. Looking straight down, Sonata saw her own smooth, creamy boobs wobbling away with each vibration. She happily raised a hand to each, tweaking her nipples between her fingers. It was like her muscles were tense and relaxed at the same time: like the pleasure made the tension drain away, but it drained into even more tension?
Beyond her own boobs, just upwards in her view, another pair lay, heavy and yellow and looking incomplete without a big dick rubbing between them before blowing everywhere. They swept back and forth each time Ari pistoned in, like Ari was trying her hardest to fuck Dagi’s tits off.
That was just a saying, right?! The world would cry itself to sleep if that happened! So no, of course that wouldn’t actually be allowed by the universe. Too sad.
Sonata did let go of her breasts for a few moments to reach down and grope Dagi’s, squeezing and kneading in a way that made Sonata wiggle her hips with happiness.
Oops! Mustn’t let Dagi know how joyful they are! Sonata made an effort to stop her wiggling at once, pushing down further onto Dagi’s face for good measure. Had she got away with it?
Her eyes raised a little further up to examine the magic wand which showed how Dagi was feeling. And the verdict was…
...Phew, all clear! Dagi’s mountain of a cock was so hard, like it was reaching out towards her. It swayed with each movement, but never touched Dagi’s stomach, always hovering in the air, begging for attention. As Sonata watched, another dribble of precum oozed from the tip.
And then, if Sonata looked a few inches higher, she could watch the real action, where an almost-identical cock, this one gold and made of rubber or something, went from showing its whole length to the outside air to buried fully in Dagi’s poor asshole several times a second. The slapping sounds were so loud they almost drowned out Ari’s grunts and the muffled moaning coming up from between Sonata’s legs, as well as the noises she tried and failed to stop making herself.
The muscle in the ring of Dagi’s hole – the sphinx, Sonata vaguely remembered – had to stretch the whole way around Ari’s girth, an obviously painful struggle. Oh dear, and Ari couldn’t even feel its efforts to squeeze the big invader out again and close up, not how a real cock could!
Lazily, Sonata lifted her gaze further, licking her lips at how the muscles in Ari’s stomach flexed and shone with sweat as she delivered her punishing fucking. And above that, a third set of boobs bounced away, these ones pert and scarily firm, like they were obviously fake except they weren’t.
Ari’s boobs didn’t get enough attention, Sonata decided. She probably should try to fix that sometime. Maybe she and Ari could get oiled up and wrestle together (a sure way to persuade Ari to participate in anything was including violence), chest to chest, and Dagi could watch and then cum on them both? That way everyone would get something out of it!
And lastly, above everything else going on, there was Ari’s face, veins bulging and teeth bared. No one else did fury quite like Ari. Probably because she’d had so much practice.
Her mouth was moving, too, and Sonata realised Ari wasn’t just grunting each time. Trying to listen more closely, the grunts became clearer as, “Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt…”
Not only was every movement from Ari an expression of her rage, but also another defiance to put Dagi more firmly in her place. Any other time, Ari calling Dagi something like that would be met with a harsher response, but now, Dagi just lay there and took it, just as she took the dick in her ass. Ari called her a cunt, and Dagi helplessly went on letting Ari fuck her.
So Sonata had before her eyes three perfect sets of boobs jiggling away, the best cock on the planet, a gorgeously tight asshole Ari was doing her very best to ruin, a sexy, toned stomach hard at work, and a beautiful face contorted with hatred. And the tongue in Sonata’s slit, and the hand on her clit, were doing such a good job you’d never guess their owner was being so thoroughly fucked at the same moment. Only including Dagi’s face could have made the view any better, the ultimate paradise.
And yet there was a problem!
Sonata was there as a mouth for a cock anytime Dagi might need it. Often – like that morning – she decided that for herself, taking preemptive action to soothe Dagi with a blowjob long before Dagi herself thought it was needed. And Sonata had no problem with that. She even liked it, as it helped her big sister out.
But she wouldn’t really describe herself as cock-hungry. Sometimes, just like any of them, she needed a good dicking. And yeah, on those occasions she usually wanted it in her mouth first. But most of the time she chose to do it because of how Dagi needed it, not because Sonata did.
...Ok, true, she usually got a bit excited once she was in the middle of it. Dagi’s cock had a way of claiming Sonata’s throat that she’d never not adore. That thought, along with Dagi shifting from swirling her tongue over Sonata’s pussy to actively tongue-fucking her, brought a steadily-rising heat between her legs, and she groaned aloud.
Anyway, the point was, in spite of however hot they became once in progress, blowjobs weren’t usually something Sonata started out of desire!
And now they were meant to be ignoring Dagi’s cock, letting it go unanswered and unloved, only using her body as a vessel to vent their frustrations into. So, naturally, that was the moment that Sonata found she really, really wanted to stuff her mouth with dick.
It was right there, in the perfect position for swallowing if she just leaned forwards. And it was so hard Sonata was a little worried it might burst a vein. The way precum trickled from the tip, it felt irresponsible to leave it unattended. Every instinct yelled at Sonata that she was being a bad sister if she didn’t swoop in and wrap her mouth around it.
Not to mention that, once she did, she’d receive the most intense of facefuckings, as every ramming in from Ari would pound Dagi’s cock deeper into Sonata’s mouth. And when Dagi came…
Sonata lost herself in that thought, at the incredible amount of cum that would be pumped into her, as the fire Dagi was stoking between Sonata’s legs grew into an inferno. It carried through her as she clenched her thighs shut, holding Dagi’s face in place and waterboarding it with juices. She could feel Dagi’s open lips surrounding her sex, gratefully drinking down everything Sonata produced.
That sparked a change in Dagi, too: she was moaning loudly, practically crying out, and it wasn’t just her cock straining upwards, but her hips and whole lower body too. Sonata met Ari’s eyes, finding a vicious grin on her face. Dagi was about to explode, and everyone knew it.
Somehow, despite how hard she’d already been going at Dagi’s ass, Ari found a harder place. Strap-on cock flew in and out as if there were no resistance at all. Obviously there still was, as Sonata could still see everything stretched so tightly, but Ari went in with such force each time she probably didn’t even notice.
Sonata had never wanted anything in her life as much as she wanted to take that needy, meaty cock in her mouth and show it wasn’t really unappreciated, letting it pump all the cum down her throat it so desperately wanted to.
But she held herself back! She wasn’t quite sure how, when it was so difficult, but she had to do what was best for Dagi, and that meant leaving her quivering cock untouched until she came.
...Which might only be a few more seconds!
Dagi was screaming into Sonata’s pussy. Like, actually screaming. Sonata did what she could to muffle it, pressing in on Dagi’s face from all sides. She also reached behind her to sink her hands into Dagi’s hair, as she had earlier, pulling upwards to further drive Dagi’s face into Sonata’s snatch.
And she increased the pressure, pulling tighter, as she went on, and Dagi’s screams grew higher in pitch. It was kind of scary, in a way, like something out of one of Ari’s horror movies, but another glance at Dagi’s super-succulent cock confirmed that these were definitely the very best kind of screams.
There was a sudden moment of quiet as Dagi sucked in a breath, and then, the loudest, highest scream of all. And with it, Dagi’s cock became a volcano, shooting white lava everywhere. It was so thick, but still burst out with such force, and in ridiculous quantities. The first jet covered Dagi’s cleavage completely, but much higher up too, spraying over her neck and chin, over Sonata’s groin and even up to her stomach.
The blasts which followed expanded on that template, soon coating Dagi’s boobs entirely. Sonata was painted white from stomach to knees, and Dagi’s chin totally disappeared beneath the layer of cum, liquid so hot Sonata imagined it steaming. After double the number of spurts Dagi usually produced, they eventually died down, the last few making sure Dagi’s stomach wasn’t left out of the whitewash.
As soon as the eruption died down, Sonata bent forwards at the waist, bracing herself with her hands on the bed to either side, and took Dagi’s cock in her mouth. Her boobs collided with Dagi’s stomach as she landed, squelching in cum.
Sonata imagined herself whispering sweet nothings to the cock she filled her mouth with, the best she could do being to caress it with her tongue instead. We’re sorry, we won’t neglect you like that again! Well, not until the next time Dagi really, really needed it, anyway.
Ari slowed right down, gently grinding her hips to milk the last of Dagi’s orgasm. Each gradual hilting in Dagi’s ass made her cock throb in Sonata’s mouth and ooze out a little more cum, even as it started to soften. Sonata could feel panting against her pussy, having lifted her hips up when she leaned forwards, and wondered if any droplets of her own were falling into Dagi’s mouth.
Dagi’s cock settled down slowly, growing limp on Sonata’s tongue. Sonata let it lie, because she respected Dagi’s personal autonomy and stuff. Even though Sonata was now crazy-horny, having spent so long being pleasured but not penetrated, she had a feeling Dagi’s cock wouldn’t be doing any more fucking today. The poor thing was all swollen and tender in her mouth, so she slipped it in and out of her mouth a few times to soothe it, letting her soft lips glide over the skin spreading her saliva, which would then cool in the air.
Maybe Ari would be willing to help Sonata out, with that big strap-on she still wore? She’d probably be ever so rough about it, after Sonata had already had a pitiless facefuck that day, but her pussy might even be grateful for that, even if the rest of her weren’t convinced.
A quick look up at Aria said that wasn’t happening. She looked less angry than before, now she’d fucked some of it out, but by no means relaxed. Oh right; she hasn’t had anything inside her either! At least Sonata had for a little while, before they’d got the strap-on out.
So, both of them were kind of itching to be fucked, and Dagi’s cock was out of action for a while. Sonata slowly pulled her mouth off the shaft, setting it down on Dagi’s stomach delicately, and, like that was a signal or something, Ari then dragged the strap-on inch by inch out of Dagi’s ass.
Then Ari was kneeling there, looking down at them, with Sonata looking back up at her and Dagi still breathing heavily out of sight.
“So, uh,” Sonata whispered, “...what do we do now?”
