Page 54 of Sailor's Delight

Jenn leaned back, letting her face point up to the ceiling, and moaned deep in her chest as Trey’s tongue went to work.

After hearing her ditch her heels, Trey looked up to see that Chloe had climbed up on the table, one leg on either side of Jenn. She squatted down atop Jenn then dropped to her knees, hovering above Jenn’s abdomen. If he looked up, Trey was staring right at her ass, which he still wasn’t sure how he felt about, so he closed his eyes, focusing on what he was doing with his mouth.

“Stay with me, Jenn,” he heard Chloe say. “We’re not done with you yet.” He heard Jenn giggle and opened his eyes to peek at what was happening ahead of him.

Jenn was laying back, dropping all the way down to the table. Trey heard her give a sharp inhaling hiss as her back connected with it. As soon as she was flat, Chloe dropped to all fours, leaning down to kiss Jenn again. This meant that her ass was spread directly in line with Trey’s vision, barely a foot above him. He reached a hand up to touch her before pulling back, feeling suddenly very hesitant about the arrangement.

A strong hand closed around his wrist and drew his hand back up to rest lightly on Chloe’s ass. Trey turned, lifting his face from Jenn, to lock eyes with Desire, whose shirt and jacket were undone, displaying a tattooed, muscular chest and abs with just the hint of breasts disappearing beneath their shirt.

“If you’re going to do something, do it right,” they said, taking Trey’s hand and tracing it down the curve of Chloe’s soft, round buttock.

Despite himself, the front of Trey’s pants bulged with a fresh surge of want. He blew out through his mouth, and he noticed Jenn wiggle her pelvis in response.

“I’m— this isn’t really about me,” he whispered.

“And it isn’t,” Desire replied. “But you’ve been invited in. That means you get to have wants, too.” Saying so, Desire leaned in and kissed Chloe’s hip, directly on the bulge above where her hip met her back. Chloe broke off from her kissing Jenn to look back at the two of them, and she smiled, then shook her ass seductively.

Looking up at Jenn and Chloe, Trey glanced down to make eye contact with Jenn. She pressed her thighs together and reached down with one hand to grip the back of Trey’s head, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Trey said nothing, simply going back to work with his mouth.

After that, he limited himself to only the occasional glance upward to distract him from his all-consuming task of consuming Jenn. Every occasional glance was memorable.

The first time, Chloe and Jenn were still making out passionately, both of their hands grasping nipples, bellies, and backs, whatever they could reach, while Desire knelt on one knee to the side of Chloe, one hand on their partner’s lower back, the other making small circles around her clit, their tongue rimming Chloe’s asshole.

The next, Chloe had rotated her position and was kneeling over Jenn’s face, thrusting lightly as she kissed Desire, who cradled one of Jenn’s large tits in their hand.

All the while, Trey gave his all to focusing on Jenn beneath his tongue, not easy, given the noises that were coming above him, the sights that met his eyes any time he dared to look up, and the increasing aching discomfort that was his entiregroin area from a raging hard, ignored erection. The fact that leaking precum had wet through the front of his underwear only added to the discomfort, creating stickiness, wet, and additional friction.

Despite all that, Trey knew Jenn well enough to know that she was getting close. He could feel the tension in her thighs, hear the hitches in her breath as she focused on the rising pressure that could potentially build into an orgasm. Trey recommitted, ignoring the fatigue in his tongue, a completely new sensation that was not altogether pleasant.

One of Jenn’s hands reached out, after having been so busy elsewhere for what felt like so long and latched onto the back of Trey’s head as Jenn gasped. Both her legs, up and down their length, tensed and flexed as Jenn gasped several more times in rapid succession. Trey kept licking.

When Jenn moaned loudly, Trey kept licking. When her thighs, legs, and belly started spasming, Trey kept licking. Only when the spasms had subsided, her breath had deepened, and the hand on the back of his head moved to push him away gently, did Trey stop licking.

There was whispering ahead of him, and Trey sat up, wiping his moustache and beard with his hand.

“How was that?” he heard Chloe ask from where she now lay on the table beside Jenn, head propped up on one hand, while Desire absently drew circles around and slipped a single fingertip in and out between Chloe’s wet vulva.

Jenn had to take several deep, shuddering breaths before she answered, one arm thrown over her eyes, a smile on her face. She lifted the arm to peek down at Trey, who winked at her.

“Good,” she managed, before chuckling breathlessly. “Fun. Holy shit!” She swallowed, still breathing heavily. “It was so much! Just… so much going on! Ah!” She laughed again, retreating visually once more into her elbow.

Desire, standing bare-chested on the floor beside Chloe, nuzzled into their partner’s neck, and Chloe moaned and sighed, smiling.

Trey wrapped his hands lightly around Jenn’s ass on the table in front of him and planted several soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She glanced out from under her elbow, a crooked smile on her face.

“What do you want?” Chloe asked quietly. “Again? Enough? To watch?” Desire wrapped their arm around Chloe’s belly at the last suggestion, and Chloe planted a light kiss on their cheek.

“Mmm!” Jenn sighed. “That’s a decision I hate making!”

Chloe laughed. “I get it. Take your time.” She closed her eyes and leaned into the quiet kisses that Desire had been trailing down the length of her body, starting from her neck. They’d reached the back of her knees at this point.

Trey noticed all of this while his eyes never left Jenn. He sat there, his erection physicallypainful at this point, but silent. Tonight was about Jenn.

Finally, Jenn sat up, propping herself up on her elbows again. She dropped her ankles from the back of the bench onto Trey’s back, pulling him down into her. He let her, laying his head on the lowest part of her belly, the thin line of hair disappearing into her pussy tickling his cheek. Jenn tousled his hair slowly, and he closed his eyes, kissing her thigh once moreand unable to keep from imagining himself taking her in a thousand different ways, a thousand different positions.