Your Angel Or Your Devil update

“You,” Quentin said, jabbing a finger at Natalie. “Why don’t you go play a little with Alex? I think this one wants me all to herself.” He cupped Dylan’s chin, playfully stroking it with his thumb.

Natalie’s eyes flashed with impish delight as she went to the stirring Alex, her own hooded eyes showing how satisfied she had been… and now, to pass the time in one sultry orgy as Quentin favored each of them in turn with the kind of lovemaking Alex had gotten…

Lowering down to Alex’s naked body, Natalie welcomed herself to it with one kiss after another, marking a trail from her belly button to where her sex flowered open.

“Ahhhh!” Alex moaned in surprise and pleasure.

She looked down at her barely dressed friend, and at the very pink tongue that was so deliciously merging with the folds of her pussy. Natalie’s eyes slanted up to meet hers and Alex knew they held the same bright wickedness that she was gazing into Natalie’s with.

Running her needy tongue up between the lips of Alex’s labia, Natalie shuddered, arousal coursing through her and delighting her senses. The taste that filled her mouth was exhilarating. Alex’s pussy held a wonderful mix of Quentin’s thick cum and the feminine nectar that was so thoroughly Alex: a little spicy, a lot sweet, and bitter enough to be memorable.

Pressing her lips to the quaking mouth of Alex’s womanhood, Natalie sucked hard, savoring the liquid caress of male and female juices that ran down her throat. She swallowed them with a moan, her lips smacking climactically with the added, perverse delight of knowing just what she’d consumed.

Even if it wasn’t so tasty, it was a charge to know what she’d participated in, being a part of Alex and Quentin’s fuck. And her involvement would only go deeper. She kissed Alex’s thighs, imagining they held a little trace of Quentin’s sweat from when he’d been in-between them, and shared another dose of eye contact with Alex.

Their shared gaze hit her like a drug. It was so good to be doing this with Alex, Quentin too, and Dylan too. Natalie felt like a cat that’d finally found a soft, warm place to lay its head down. Only sleep was a long, long way off.

Alex groaned as Quentin’s release left her—taken away by Natalie’s lapping tongue. A part of her was begrudging. She wanted this hot, virile helping of Quentin to stay inside her, be absorbed into her biology, maybe even impregnate her. Becoming a mother wasn’t something she’d ever really thought of; but now that she did, it was arousing as hell. And who could be a better father than the man Natalie was embracing so… viscerally? Alex knew then she wouldn’t want anyone whose cum didn’t taste so good to her fellow Angels.

“That’s really turning me on,” she heard Dylan say in a hushed voice. “I… do you think they’d mind if we joined them? I know we just came here for you.”

“She wants you,” Quentin whispered back. “I can tell, just looking at her... tonight, we do whatever makes us come the hardest.”

Alex felt a thrill go through her and knew it was going through all the others too. She didn’t know how Natalie and Dylan would give this up later. Alex had had such a hard time finding Quentin—how would she find two more of him for her friends?

Four feet approaching her: Quentin’s bare ones and Dylan’s hooker heels. Still Alex didn’t look away from Natalie and the enthralling, sensual devotion in her eyes until she heard movement above her. Dylan stood there. Her legs were heedlessly open already, giving a shameless view of her moist pink cunt.

“I want to see you kiss,” Quentin said, but Alex couldn’t see him. The setting sun and her growing arousal and something in the air were turning the cabin into a seraglio. “It’s all I can think about… I’m going crazy… I don’t just want the three of you, I want you have each other too. Is that sick?”

“Uh-uh.” Dylan squatted above Alex’s face. “You can’t resist us. How could we resist each other? C’mon, Alex… he wants us all to be whores, yeah…”

There was nothing to do with her starving, needing mouth except to press it to Dylan’s lovely little pussy. So she pushed her lips into the wet heat, not just sampling it, but feasting on all she could. And in it, she tasted far more than the tart flavor of Dylan’s femininity. There was Quentin as well.

Alex shuddered. He’d fucked Dylan too? Filled her up and now she was letting Alex drink it down like Natalie was doing in her own pussy. How long had she been enjoying Natalie eating her out? She knew Quentin was no minuteman with a girl, even now…

Time was stretching and rushing, as elastic as their morality. The only constant was pleasure, lust. Alex opened her legs and sucked, giving herself to both Natalie and Dylan. The only person she wasn’t surrendering to was Quentin; he was her man. He already had her. But now they all did and it didn’t matter, or it was the only thing that mattered…

God, she hoped her own pussy tasted as good to Natalie as Dylan’s did now that Quentin had fucked it. She knew Dylan must’ve loved being his lover… his bitch… his cockholster… there wasn’t a word dirty enough for what they all were to each other. It was like being in a harem where everyone was the sheik, each girl being used by her own use…

“Thank you for having such a sweet pussy,” Alex said, feeling the absurd need to compete with Natalie and all her sunniness, make Dylan feel as appreciated as she did with the warmth of that hugely loving heart turned on her.

Then her lips were puckered and crushed to the moist pinkness of the redhead’s slit. She sucked and swallowed, she drank down all she could, wanting both Quentin and Dylan. Astounded that she could have both at once. And Natalie. Natalie was still between her legs, making herself felt. Fuck, how could Alex ever have been satisfied by less than this?

It wasn’t the first time she had tickled her tongue inside of another woman, but it felt like it. Doing this with Dylan was seismic. Her best friend, her sister, now her lover—something was clicking into place, far beyond how vivacious the experience itself was. But Alex found it all too luscious to pause and contemplate deeper meanings. She had to dance to the beat set by Natalie’s tongue in her own delighted cunt.

Dylan cried out, like a musical instrument Alex was playing—one that loved being played, that moaned her approval of every twitch Alex’s tongue made inside her. Cautious at first, wanting to be sure she gave Dylan the same pleasure she was receiving from Natalie, Alex ran her tongue up into the moist sheath of womanhood, knowing it was meant for Quentin, had been used by Quentin—one more titillating facet of what was happening that went far beyond the physical.

But the physical held its own suppleness. She licked, laved her taste buds where Dylan was most sensitive, and swallowed all the wetness she discovered with her searching tongue.

Each action made Dylan moan louder.

Then Natalie’s tongue slammed deeply into Alex’s G-spot. Alex gasped and Natalie hummed in delight at her pleasure.

Next Natalie’s eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue shook with the cry she wanted to vent: Quentin was behind her and he had filled her upturned sex with every stiffened inch of his erection, making her take what all the other Angels had already enjoyed so much.

It was the grind of his impalement that had forced Natalie deeper into Alex, drawing fresh groans from Alex’s helplessly babbling lips.

Again Quentin pumped, giving his full length to the tightness inside of Natalie, making sure that when she groaned, it was right into Alex’s wonderfully wet pussy. In a chain reaction, Alex’s tongue went just as deep into Dylan’s folds.

The redhead quivered, absurdly grateful, wishing only that she could be sucking off Quentin’s beautiful cock instead of mouthing so many curses. Wouldn’t it be great if they were all fucked and sucked at the exact same time? One big daisy chain—or maybe her, Natalie, and Alex all triangled together, with Quentin fucking their asses one at a time?

Dylan came, thinking even Madison could be one of the dirty little angels getting sodomized. And she knew that this wouldn’t stop. Even when their bodies gave out, when they were called away by whatever bullshit obligations had a claim on their time, all that would inevitably lead back here. To each other. To the orgy. To being each other’s glorious bitches. Quentin was the finishing touch on the perfect throuple.

She fed Alex the flood of her ejaculation, thinking they should all get matching tattoos. Quentin’s Angels. Or his devils. Either one.