“Lick me, Katya,” she said, her voice dreamy. “Will you please? Nobody does it to me like you. Lick me deep.”
Katya glanced round at Todd.
“Do you mind?”
“Help yourself,” he replied, as though the girl was a plate set before her.
Katya smiled, her hands going up to the insides of the girl’s thighs, venturing up to the spot where they met but then before they quite reached the place and offered any satisfaction, retreated again. It was a tantalizing game, and it drove the girl crazy with anticipation.
“Oh please,” she said. “Please, Katya, please.”
Todd stepped a little to the side so as to have a better view of what was unfolding here. Katya had very quickly bared her breasts, so that now, as she approached the divide of the girl’s legs, her nipples stroked her partner’s thighs. Her hands were delicately parting the girl’s labia, as though investigating the most exquisite of flowers.
Todd could feel the blood thumping at his groin. Was there no end to Katya’s capacity to surprise him? Whenever he thought he was beginning to get a grasp of the woman, she changed the rules in some subtle fashion and found a new way to astonish him. Was this really the same woman he’d discovered in bed a while ago, looking like a disheveled angel?
Katya glanced back at him one last time — just to be sure that he was indeed watching her — then she applied her mouth to the girl’s flesh.
The recipient of this tonguing let out a long, contented sigh, stretching out on her bed of hands, opening her legs a little wider. Katya proceeded to press deeper into her, advancing with lickings and nibblings, occasionally seeming to murmur against the woman’s sex. The girl was no longer relaxed. She had grabbed fistfuls of the hair of the men who supported her knees, pulling herself up almost into a sitting position one moment then falling back, her body convulsed with little shudders, her tiny nipples hard, her flat belly shiny with sweat.
Katya slowly escalated the sensations she was inducing in the woman’s body until her victim (there was no other word for it) was thrashing and sobbing beneath the tiniest of touches.
Somewhere in the midst of this, another occupant of the bower, on her knees in the shadows beneath the spread-eagled girl, came forward and freed Todd’s erection from his pants. He didn’t attempt to dissuade her. The girl took him into her throat and kept him there. The mingling of the sight of Katya working on the girl, and this new sensation was almost too much for him. He had to gently ease himself out of the girl’s mouth so as not to lose control too quickly.
She seemed to get the message because she crawled away, beckoning him to follow. He pulled off his shoes and socks, and then hauled down his trousers, stepping out of them as he followed. He doubted Katya had noticed what he was up to: she was too deeply engaged in driving her partner to distraction: the girl’s sobs of pleasure were the loudest sound in the vicinity.
At ground level, beneath the spread shadow of the ecstatic girl, was a sub-world of shadowy bodies, touches and whispers. There were probably a dozen men and women down here, variously intertwined. Todd felt their hands at his backside, his face, his erection; heard an appreciative coo from someone who weighed the mass of his balls (a man’s palm there, surely; but he was past caring); and the girl who’d beckoned to him grazing his lips with hers, saying something he couldn’t catch.
He lost sight of her for a little while, then he heard her ahead of him, gasping with delight. Somebody had got their hands on her before him. He felt a spasm of possessiveness, and crawled on, over a couple of sweating bodies, to catch up with her. He’d got it into his head that the nameless girl was his for the having, and he wasn’t about to be denied her.
She wasn’t hard to find. In fact she found him: catching hold of his hand and drawing him towards her. The shadow of Katya’s sobbing victim spilled across much of her body, but her face lay clear of it, and Todd saw that this girl who’d gobbled him down so gluttonously looked barely old enough to be out of her parent’s charge. She was dark: dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. And she was already lying back on a bed of bodies. She pulled him eagerly towards her and cupped his face with her hands, bringing his mouth to hers. There was some confusion of bodies around and beneath her, but he was too turned on to pay much attention to such details. He kissed the girl (wondering, indeed half-hoping, that Katya had paused in her ministrations to see what he was up to; wishing she’d feel just a little pang of jealousy), and the girl returned his kiss, lavishly.