She didn’t have to convince me at all. I rolled over on the bed and laid back, awaiting my prize. I’m not sure what it was about having a woman sit on my face, but it felt so naughty and made me feel so powerless and powerful at the same time. I was at this woman’s mercy as she smothered me with her pussy, but I was also giving her pleasure that other positions just couldn’t really match.

“My god, Vi, a girl who lets me sit on her face on the day we meet is a woman after my heart…” Emma said, but before she could give me a chance to respond, she straddled my face, spreading herself over me, giving me no choice but to go wild on her.

I held Emma’s hips and guided her back and forth across my tongue, tasting her deeply, feeling her both sway and shake with every new move. The witty, detached Emma disappeared quickly as she turned into a giddy pleasure-seeker, soft moans escaping her throat, her ass and thighs prickling with goosebumps.

“Fuck…Vi…I’m not going to last long…” Emma said, leaning back and giving me a new view of her body. We matched gazes, and I took her statement as a challenge. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to race Emma to the finish line as quickly as possible. I licked as hard as I could, putting to use the techniques many girlfriends had praised me for, and within a couple seconds, Emma was blushing and her head flung back, the orgasm washing over her body. If I liked having a woman sit on my face, I loved having her come while I did it. There was just something about feeling her entire body press against me, loose and pliant, trapping me for those brief moments where she completely lost control.

“God…oh my god…Vi…” Emma rode out the last bits of her orgasm, her hand tugging on my hair. “That was…I don’t even have words. Fuck…” She gasped and fell over onto the bed, then started giggling uncontrollably.

“Good?” I said, rolling over onto my elbow to admire her in her orgasmic haze.

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it, Vi…”

14

Emma and I re-entered the living room, and it seemed like everyone was already getting prepared for more. And despite Emma being a little tired from my tongue lashing, we were both more than ready to get right back into it.

It didn't take long for everyone to figure out their positions. There was no foreplay, just all of us wanting to come again, as soon as possible, to bask in the joy that each of our orgasms gave us. I found myself tangled with Eve as Wendy went directly for Emma's pussy and Brenda sat on Yara's face.