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The Wanking Dead finale
🕑 Added 2015-11-17 20:05:34 +0000 UTC “First of all, I’m not upset,” Liv said, bursting into the bedroom before Major could put on his pants. “Sit, sit—you can be modest if you want, that’s fine, but I’m not mad. Gilda, letting it all hang out, nice, nice. Not mad at you either, by the way. How could I be mad at my boyfriend for being a man and sampling the succulent feast of your creamy bosom? Oh, and this is Peyton. We’ve recently begun experiencing the forbidden dance of lesbian desire together.”Gilda didn’t move her lips saying “Is she high?”
“I don’t think so,” Major whispered back.
“Isn’t the forbidden dance the lambda?” Peyton said.
Liv folded her hands together, running them over her cheeks like a schoolgirl with a crush. “Major, I know we can’t have sex because of… my Kabbalistism. But we can still have sex! Just with other people! While we’re together! Maybe while recording it or watching it from a discrete distance—I didn’t feel any jealousy, watching as you delivered Gilda to the rapture that she can only find in the arms of a lover. And would you be jealous as I tasted the sumptuous fruit of Peyton’s garden, savoring the flavors that only a woman can truly taste?”
“A… a literal garden or a sex-garden?”
“I only have a sex-garden,” Peyton said nervously.
“And what a sex-garden!” Liv said. “Oh, and the… Kabbalistisa is totally cool with me and her sex-garden. Or Gilda’s sex-garden.”
“Female sex-gardens in general,” Major guessed.
“Yes,” Liv confirmed, then nodded at Gilda. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“And Major, Peyton’s wanted to bang you since she walked in on you in the shower!”
“I have not!”
Liv took her hand and squeezed it. “Pey, this is a safe space for being a slut. Look at him. Look at how cute my boyfriend looks. Think about all the good that banging him will do our relationship. And I can practice lesbian sex with Gilda while you’re nestling his mighty staff in your fertile loam.”
“I’m good with everything but the sex-garden metaphor,” Gilda said. “That’s gone too far.”
“You want to be part of some menage a quatre with your roommate and her boyfriend?” Major asked. “Just like that? Spur of the moment? You don’t think it’ll just be a lot of lesbian sex on the way to heartbreak and shouting matches?”
“Oh, of course, it’ll be awesome, like following one of Taylor Swift’s relationships on TMZ.”
“Okay,” Peyton said, “I have never wanted to bang your boyfriend, no matter how attractive he is or what he does in the shower, but since you’re offering—“
“She’s offering?” Major asked.
“You’re not?” Liv asked.
“I know I am,” Gilda said. “Even if I haven’t ever walked in on you in the shower.”
“It was a brief glimpse,” Peyton stressed, “and I’m not the one who didn’t buy the pebbled shower doors that you can’t see through and that the whole of Western civilization thinks is a good idea! Liv, you had us living like savages! Savages!”
“Can I fuck Peyton too?” Gilda asked. “She seems nasty.”
“I haven’t even read Fifty Shades of Gray!”
“It’s alright, honey,” Liv patted her on the shoulder. “I know you’re a sweetheart. Now go suck Major’s cock. I don’t think I ever quite got the hang of it, but maybe you can. Gilda, you go to the fridge and bring back whatever vegetable is big enough to trigger your gag reflex.”
“Don’t have one. But I’ll guesstimate.”
Gilda got out of bed and slunk past Liv, offering her a seething gaze. Liv smiled at her in return, nudging Peyton in the ribs to encourage her to take a look. Peyton didn’t exhale until Gilda had passed them.
“We should have more redheads streaking in this apartment,” Liv said. “It really ties the room together. Peyton, I notice you haven’t said much. If that mouth isn’t doing anything else…”
Peyton looked at Major’s phallus, throbbing between his legs. She guessed there was only so much a guy could listen to plans for a foursome before it got to him. With one last look at Liv, she crossed the room. Major pulled the sheet away, swinging his legs out off the bed, spreading his knees. She knelt between them, wetting her lips, feeling them tingle after the tracing of her tongue. Then she lowered her head.
Major felt a kind of dizziness as the pleasure pulled him this way and that, the shocking sway as he got used to Peyton and she got used to him. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled at the feel of Peyton’s mouth around him.
Gilda came back while Liv was watching. Wordlessly, she held up the zucchini she had found. Liv’s jaw sagged a little, but she thought she could manage it. They moved to the foot of the bed. Liv laid down on her back; Gilda laid down across from her, their legs brushing together. With a wicked smile on her face, Gilda opened her thighs and ran the head of the zucchini over the hungry lips of her sex.
Liv opened her legs. A moment later, she felt the other end of the zucchini rubbing against her like some affectionate pet. Gilda pushed it at her. It separated her lips, opened her up, entered her. Gasping, Liv reached down to wrap her fingers around it as she thrust herself onto it, inches entering her all at once. Gilda was penetrated at the other end, soaked and split open. They writhed in harmony, drawing their bodies closer together, losing the makeshift dildo between them.
Squirming on the bedspread, Liv closed in on the redhead, who was holding onto the nearest bedpost for support. More of the zucchini slid deeply into her, but Gilda was too wet for Liv to take all of it. She wiggled and screamed, her body throbbing with Liv’s closeness.
Peyton’s lips and tongue were driving Major just as crazy. She blew on his balls for the few seconds she could taste smelling his musk but not tasting it, then swooped in to lap her tongue up his balls, his shaft, his pulsating cockhead. His moan seemed to propel her back downwards as she returned with a sensuous motion of her tongue to his testicles, batting them from side to side with her tongue before sucking one into her mouth. She sucked hard, pulling back with her head, letting the orb nearly escape her lips before she surged back to smother it in her mouth again, sucking and swathing even harder with her tongue.
Major’s breathing was deep and very uneven.
Liv and Gilda continued thrashing on the foot of the bed, the zucchini completely soaked, spanning both their sexes, engorged in either of their bodies. They had been constantly struggling toward each other; in a few moments, their lips would press together. The dildo would be completely buried inside the two women.
Liv reached up, took hold of Gilda’s ankles, and pulled roughly on them. Their bodies met deliciously, quivering cunts joined totally. Gilda came. Liv came. There was simply no holding back anymore. They seemed to have burnt out on anticipation. But they kept working the zucchini inside their cunts, their shared orgasm a living thing, a flame, a constant jogging of pleasure as their pussies met and its penetration shifted and tensed inside them.
Peyton’s head was bobbing up and down as she massaged Major’s cock with her lips, teased him with the narrowness of her throat. He was fighting hard to control himself, but Peyton wouldn’t let him relax. As he sweated with the force of the orgasm he was trying to contain, Peyton straightened up, his cock slipping from her mouth. Instead of overwhelming him, she teased him. Her lips moved to the underside of his rock-hard cock, her tongue snacking across the bulging veins, the lightest touch of its tip craning upward to reach his shiny dome.
For several moments she was motionless, her tongue curled in mid-air, her mouth less than an inch from his cockhead. He felt her hot breath leaving her parted lips. She lowered her face, touching her tight lips to his crown. Pushed the two together, her lips reluctantly drawn apart to take him inside her encroaching mouth. She swallowed the rounded head of his column, closing her lips over it, inhaling him with a slow, delicious suction.
Major felt his whole body relax as he came, with a sharp core of release inside him as a long, drawn-out ejaculation carried him into Peyton’s mouth. He staggered and slipped backwards, lying on his back as Peyton slurped her way off his weakening erection. She went to Liv, still scissored together with Gilda’s well-pleasured body, and kissed her—Liv moaning aloud as she tasted Major’s cum, fresh, warm, and cut with a taste that was uniquely Peyton’s. No sooner had she swallowed then she started giggling, Peyton falling over her onto her other side, between her and Major.
Then, with a thick exhalation, Gilda pulled herself off Liv, both of them moaning in chorus as the zucchini was removed, tossed aside.
“Major, you’re closest,” Liv said. “Please set an alarm clock. No more than one hour’s catnap, then we’re testing out another arrangement. Anyone who wants to eat my ass will be given priority.”
Major reached over to blindly grope for the clock on the nightstand. In his clumsiness, he knocked it to the floor.
“Okay, new plan,” Liv continued without missing a beat. “As soon as Major gets hard again, we start over. Anyone who wants to get started on that has my blessing.”
“Just stay right there,” Gilda told him. “I’ll get right on that as soon as I can move. But I also want to eat Liv’s ass. Can I call dibs on that too?”
“Maybe if we have a daisy chain,” Peyton suggested.
Liv hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re part of my orgy.”
