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Wedding Cake Island - Part 1

Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

I replied. “Yeah, that’s what I said,” she sounded confused. “I know. I heard you. I mean, I want him to fuck me too,” I clarified. More stirrings beneath my ear. “Well he can’t fuck both of us!” she retorted. “Why not?” I asked. “Because we’ll never agree on who gets to go first,” she explained. “He might not be able to cum twice.” I still hadn’t told her about “accidentally” fucking Spike in the surf earlier that day. “Three times,” I corrected her. “Three times?” Rupali asked. “He’s already come once,” I explained. Her eyes widened. “Ewwww! You’re not lying in it are you?” she laughed. I snorted. Very unladylike. “Ewwww! No!” I retorted, laughing. “It was before, after he made you come.” “Shhh,” she hissed. “He doesn’t know I know.” A voice from above: “Is this a private conversation?” Both of us together: “Yes!” Then stage whispering again: “How do we decide?” Rupali asked. “We could play for it?” I said. “Play what?” “Russian Roulette,” I smiled. “But we don’t have a gun,” she said. She didn’t know where I was going with this, but she was playing along. “We’ve got this,” I said, lifting my head. I reached underneath with my hand and gave his hardening erection a squeeze through his shorts; it pulsed back against my grip. Rupali reached a hand under my head and gently gripped Spike’s cock, giving it a tentative squeeze. Her eyes widened as it kicked back in her hand. “I don’t get it,” she said. “It’s nice, but it doesn’t have a trigger. How does Russian Roulette work?” ... “We take it in turns to suck it, thirty seconds each,” I said. “Whosever mouth he cums in gets to fuck him first.” Rupali’s eyes lit up. She’s only been in the boarding house a few months and still marvels that I can surprise her with new sex games. This is not one we play in the dorm, of course, because we don’t have any real cocks, but we giggle and dream about far more mischief than we ever get up to. “But then he’ll have to cum three times,” she argued. “Four times,” I corrected her. “Spike sweetie?” she said louder, as if he couldn’t hear us before. “Uh huh?” he coughed. “If you cum in my mouth, will you still be able to cum in my pussy later?” she asked sweetly. “Ummmm. Yeah, I reckon,” he sounded confident. “And will you still be able to cum in Belinda’s pussy?” she asked suspiciously, as if checking the fine print. “I’ve cum six times in a row before,” he reassured her. “And that was just one girl. I reckon it’d be easier with two.” We stared at each other, boggle eyed. Six times! Holy crap! My pussy would melt! Rupali leaned in very close, her lips to my ear, whispering so that Spike really couldn’t hear this time. “I’ve never sucked a boy before. What if I do it wrong?” I put my lips to her ear. “I’ll show you how. And I’ll give you extra time.” Rupali looked back at me. “Challenge accepted,” she smiled. “Hey,” she said, concern crossing her face. “What if he doesn’t want to fuck us?” “We’ll force him,” I grinned. “I’ll distract him, you get his shorts off.” We sat up ...