Then I put my tongue against her lips, warm and wet and woman-pungent, and she gasped. I smacked her bottom for that, but fondly. I raised my head to look at her. She looked back, surprised: had I stopped being cruel? She lowered her head and made an assenting grunt. I kissed her pussy again, then spread her thighs and began licking, with two fingers inserted inside her.
She undulated against me, sighing. She reached down and stroked my hair, then pressed her hand down on my head. Her thighs clamped tight on my face while I tongued her hard and fast, and her body tensed.
It was clear what Maires wanted. Scallop complied, lifting her face and giving her Mistress service. Good girls. Somehow, that gasp made Maires tense and grunt at the same moment. I thrust three fingers inside Scallop, still tonguing her, and she closed her thighs on my face again. Maires sobbed suddenly. Scallop writhed, pressing herself against my mouth, until she came too, her orgasmic moan gentler, softer than Maires. She was a wet girl, tight and warm. Scallop sighed. Then she sped up, taking me deep, and we moved together, my hands now holding her breasts hard.
We stared intently at each other, Scallop and I, then her eyes rolled back, the pupils almost disappearing. I squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, then twisted.
She screamed at last, loud as Maires, and came for the third time. She lay back panting, being kissed by Maires but making little response. For now she was done. We lay together, my loves at my sides, and lay still, calm and loving. Scallop kissed my armpit and put a hand on my cock. But when she started to stroke me I shook my head and she stopped. How do you feel? She looked at me. I loved being your table.
