Zophie's Choice update

Alex jerked his dick away from Scarlet’s spasming pussy, but Zophie was quick to grab his naked ass, pushing him back inside of her cunt.

“Inside her!” Zophie cried. “Come inside her, Alex! She deserves your seed!”

Scarlet squealed and ground her sex ferociously into Alex’s groin, his jutting cock. “Yes, yes! Just like she said—fill my little cunt!”

Zophie felt Alex’s ass quake in her hands and she found herself gasping at the knowledge that he was gushing sweet cum into Scarlet at that very moment. When it was over—when she was full—Scarlet let her naked ass drop to the bed. Alex’s prick slipped out of her, glistening wetly as he fell back, panting harder.

“Wasn’t that much better than Alex coming on you, Scarlet?” Zophie moaned, still excited.

“I always knew you were watching us,” Scarlet murmured. “I’m glad you liked the show, Zophie. We fucked each other hard, trying to make it look good for you…”

“And you most definitely succeeded,” Zophie said in a low whisper. “It was beautiful. But do you agree? Wasn’t it better to feel Alex come inside you than—than anything else?”

“Oh yes!”

“And great for me too,” Alex said, his breath finally regained.

“It looked like it. Now that I’ve ever seen you two have anything less than… enviable sex.”

Alex and Scarlet stared at their naked angel with their own enjoyment shining in their eyes. Zophie sat against the head of the bed, opening her thighs wide.

“How much have you enjoyed having me look?” she asked them, arching her eyebrows. “Does it look good when I do this?” She ran a finger along her pubic triangle. “Does your angel’s pussy look as pretty as you make it feel?”

Scarlet moved her hot hand up along Zophie’s thigh; Alex caressed the other. Zophie mewled, herself groping her own breasts. She saw that Alex’s prick was growing in hardness and wondered now how it would feel, pumping into her as she’d seen it do to Scarlet. But despite the heat that was softly fluttering from between her legs to up in her fondled breasts, it didn’t feel right taking Alex from his rightful place with Scarlet.

They could touch her, feel her, kiss her wherever they wanted, but she didn’t feel ready to share Alex with Scarlet—just herself with the two of them. It was exciting enough… almost too much to take… to hold the knowledge that they eagerly hungered for her to watch them fucking.

Zophie looked down at the hands, male and female, moving closer and closer to her sex. She raised her hips slightly. “Go on. Touch me,” she cooed to them. “Touch my angel cunt. I want you both to feel me… yes… feel what I’ve been doing while I was watching you…”

Their touch bristled against her pubic thatch and already her cunt swooned into ecstasy. Zophie shivered, feeling their fingertips move along her tender labia. Alex circled her burgeoning clitoris while Scarlet ran the pads of her fingers along the lips of Zophie’s pussy. Soon, Zophie was moaning as much as Scarlet had been earlier.

Ripples of delight flowed out from everywhere her pussy felt their touch. It had been a long time since Zophie had felt anything like this. She spread her legs wide, holding onto the headboard, her feet flat on the mattress. With a little coo of anticipation, she lifted her hips up off the bed.

A finger was going into her pussy, slow but far, and Zophie didn’t look to see who was penetrating her. She enjoyed it, whoever it was. Her ass twisted about as she was entered. “Mmmm, keep going,” she whimpered.

Alex, his hand still between her legs, moved in to kiss one of her engorged nipples. Zophie whimpered when he started to suck it. His tongue swirled over the tip of her breast, seeming to touch every sensitive little nerve that her nipple possessed. Zophie ground her thighs; she knew now that it was Scarlet who was fingering her, fucking her. They were both so set on touching her and pleasuring her and getting off with her. Every feel she had of them brought into clearer focus how fortunate Zophie was to have such wonderful lovers.

Scarlet seemed as desperate to please Zophie—please every part of her—as Zophie was to be pleased. Her moist lips kissed Zophie’s knee, then moved an inch up and kissed the beginnings of her firm thigh. Her exploration continued upward, only pausing long enough for each lingering kiss to land.

The feel of warm lips repeatedly touching Zophie’s bare skin made her shudder in enjoyment. She moaned softly while Scarlet’s finger plunged inside her, Zophie’s folds clinging to it as it drove in and out of her. Zophie’s hips soon shot up, dropped down, shot back up—she fucked Scarlet’s finger as much as Scarlet was fucking her.

“Ohh, it’s good!” she wailed, pumping her ass as she held Alex’s face tightly to her breasts. “Do it harder, Scarlet! Oh God! Fuck your angel harder!”

Scarlet’s finger pistoned in and out of Zophie, the moist impacts of her hand against Zophie’s mound drifting up from the motion until it seemed to fill the room. Scarlet’s heated mouth was against Zophie’s inner thigh, sucking at the tender flesh. Her breath seared Zophie’s skin and she groaned herself, watching Zophie’s slit take her finger right before her eyes.

Zophie felt the rush of pleasure that could only lead to orgasm; she knew it would be tremendous, an explosion that would utterly obliterate her. She sobbed while the feeling grew, charging, swelling. Her hips twisted. Scarlet fingered her faster, faster, and Alex sucked hard on her tit, his hand petting her furry pussy. Adding the feel of his touch to what Scarlet was doing inside her.

No wonder Zophie was boiling. She needed to come. Her nerves were howling, already feeling how immense her climax would be when it finally hit.

“Make me come!” Zophie yelled in mindless need. “Oh God, make this angel come! Finger me! Fuck me! Suck my tits! Ohhhh, you hot little things… I wanna come for you so bad! You two sucking me and touching me—ooohh—I’m so close, so fucking close!”

Scarlet’s finger seemed to be bigger, going deeper, her slender hand pressing hard against Zophie’s mound. Alex was sucking so hard on Zophie’s nipple that she didn’t know how long it would stay on her breast. Her hips twirled, jolting up and down with the sensations they filled her with. Her pussy clasped Scarlet’s finger, mirroring how the muscles of her taut belly rippled with strain.

“Nnnnh, so damn close!” she keened. “I’m about to come! Fuck my pussy, Scarlet! Fuck me hard! And Alex, Alex, eat my tit! I wanna come for you two! I wanna come for both of you! Gghh!”

With a shout, Zophie’s body went rigid. Then she burst, her pelvis shooting up, grinding zealously against the hand fucking her so hard it almost seemed to be trying to hold her down. She screamed again, a violent tremor going through her body—her convulsing folds sucked on Scarlet’s finger as though trying to hold it inside her overheating body.

Finally, with a reverent sigh, Zophie’s body sagged back down to the bed, relaxing into satisfaction that was impossible to deny. Her legs stayed open, her spread cunt glistening and visibly trembling. Alex released her breast and lay at her side, grinning with happiness—not only because of the skill he’d shown in pleasuring Zophie, but because of the contentment that overtly filled her body. Scarlet licked her hand like a cat, lying at Zophie’s feet, looking up at the angel with her own sweet, satisfied smile.

Alex’s prick stood out from his groin, balls bloated under it. Zophie wanted to take his erection in hand and stroke it, play with it, as they had so gloriously used her body. She wanted to cup his balls—feel them swell and empty with cum. She wanted to stroke Scarlet’s delicious pussy until she felt the same liquid heat that had possessed her own cunt. Her hands itched to sample even a small portion of their bodies, to give them what they had given her and get from them what they’d enjoyed.

But Zophie held back.

As she watched Alex and Scarlet leave her to her rest, embracing each other instead of her—their young, beautiful bodies on full display from foreplay to climax—Zophie could not say why she was stopping herself. Only that she could not yet bring herself to be more than a voyeur… a toy they used in their love games… she could not go so far as to be an active participant.

But in time… she did not think she could resist, either.