All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

And I had two friends who each seemed to suddenly think of me as a piece of recreational equipment whenever the opportunity arose. And I had to keep that last bit secret, lest that it get weird. (For everyone else. It was already weird for me!)I had no time to work on kissing Poppy's pretty mouth, or burying my face in Jenn's impressive rack. I have be honest, of course. I certainly was thinking about both of them. And I was making it a practice to pay special attention to each of them whenever we passed in the halls.And the worst of my situation was, when Beth and Carla were not individually alone with me, and sometimes even when they were, their behavior would revert to our old way of just hanging out as friends. Unless we were alone, they treated me like nothing was going on, just like Ben and Bridget did. Like now."So everyone is agreed that you need to work on either Jenn or Poppy," said Carla, the girl with whom I had traded some awesome oral a few days ago during a mutual fr

That suggestion brought me neither the agreement I had hoped for, nor the additional rain of blows that I had fully expected—and also wanted, to be honest. What it did buy me was total silence and four suspiciously narrowed eyes."What?" I asked, trying to hide a sinking feeling that I..."That was his voice of experience thing again," Carla said to Beth, who nodded."Alistaire, darling," Beth cooed in a terrifyingly sweet voice. "Secrets are sometimes fun. Sometime they are even sexy. We are even letting you get away with fucking us both behind each other's backs. But this story you just hinted at sounds much too juicy to be kept quiet.""And I'm dying trying to imagine what you are talking about, or when, and especially with who," added Carla. "Give!"Fine. I could still keep this story in reserve to blow the dudes' minds at some point. I might as well blow Carla and Beth's minds now. Revealing the Mary and Maddie tale might even advance the plot, so to speak... I'd have to think ab

I stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. Carla knelt in turn and ran her hand up my bare thigh and up under the leg of my cargo shorts. Her hand encountered my bare cock, throbbing with want. I had been low on underwear and hadn't bothered to waste a pair when I got out of the shower, since I wasn't going anywhere that night.Carla let out a little startled but teasing, "Oooh!""Hard already?" Beth asked, leaning forward a little."No underwear already," Carla replied, caressing my cock inside my shorts."And you like it," I told Carla firmly.She flashed me a look and nodded wordlessly.Then she slipped her hand from under my shorts and slowly worked to unbutton the waistband, sliding the button free from the hole with exquisite grace but glacial slowness. The head of my cock was already peeking out well above the waistband now, and Carla simply, at the same agonizingly slow pace, lowered my zipper, practically one tooth at a time.My cock waved free, framed in my open fly. One of t

I didn't get the treatment long, as Beth started moving downward. As she neared my cock, she gently pressed it aside, not touching it otherwise. She drilled into my navel with her tongue, then kept licking downward in crossing strokes, until she reached the root of the matter and I felt the warmth of her breath being exhaled gently over my balls.Then her hand, which had been gently pressing my cock away at an angle, turned and grasped me. She pointed me in her direction and laid just the tiniest, briefest kiss on my tip, followed after agonizing delay by the most delicate of licks. Beth set to teasing the fuck out of me, just barely touching me in a different way, in a different place with each contact. And she varied the times in between, so I never was ready for it when it came.At last, I had to beg a little. "For crying out loud, Beth," I groaned. "You are killing me here. Please?"Carla just chuckled and shook her head. "He always acts like this with you? It's like he's a differ

"Who fucked Alistaire?" Bridget ground out. I was more prepared for those words than the girls were, but it still felt like the bottom dropped out from under me. She was way more upset than I had expected. And I had expected her to be majorly pissed if she found out.Neither girl responded. Given the look they were getting from Bridget, I didn't blame them."Which one of you," Bridget ground on, "fucked Alistaire, and which one of you knew about it and did not share this information with me?" Her gaze went back and forth between them like a searchlight in the silence that followed.It was pretty loud in the Tuck, but to me, and I'm betting to all four of us, there was less outside sound than you'd hear in a sensory deprivation tank.Not looking guilty was apparently not a strength for either of my friends, any more than it was for me. Neither even looked at Bridget at first, as her gaze swept back and forth between them. When they did, they both looked like they had run over her cat.