Dazzling the Dazzlings

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Chapter 5: A Standing Ovation
Mister Coffee

Aria doesn't smell any different than she did before, and you're committed anyways. You can't turn back now.

Your first lick is slow and tentative. She's maybe just a bit saltier than she was before, but that's probably your imagination. And it's not like you always washed your hands after jerking off.

You begin to work your tongue around her love button, flicking and sucking it. It takes you a moment, but you finally find just the right spot, and she begins writhing on your face, driving her pussy against your mouth.

She plants her hands on your stomach and begins riding your tongue like a stubby little chub. Her clit is grinding against your chin as she grinds into your face.

“Ah....ah....”

Your hands grip tightly around her waist. You can feel her abs clench as she climaxes.

As uncomfortable a position as you're in, you'd almost be content to just bask here in the afterglow—although if she got off your face, it might be better. Then you could breathe, at least.

Luckily for you, she relaxes and falls forward, resting her hand lightly on your thigh. Almost absently, she runs her tongue up your semi-hard shaft, before sliding her hips down your chest and sitting back upright.

“That was good,” she says. You don’t think she’s really talking to you, so you just give her an affirmative grunt. “I needed that. It’s been too long.”

She climbs off and reaches a hand down, helping to pull you off the bench. “Come on. We ought to take a shower and get cleaned up before anyone else comes in.”

“Does the locker room door lock?” you ask. “Because it might be a good idea to—“

Just at that moment, you hear the door open. “I've been looking all over for you girls.”

Adagio. You're not even surprised.

You've probably got about a tenth of a second to gather up your clothes and make a graceful exit. Since that's an impossible task, you make the next-best choice, grabbing Aria and positioning her in front of you as a shield.

Adagio storms around the row of lockers. “Honestly, I can’t even leave you two alone...” Her voice trails off as she takes in the tableau in front of her.

“You're not Sonata,” she tells you.

“I know.” Not your wittiest comeback ever, but you are naked in front of the bitch queen herself.

“Shut up.” She looks down at the pile of discarded clothes. “Where is Sonata?”

“In the showers,” Aria replies. “I was about to join her.”

“What about him?”

“He can, too.”

Oh hell yes. You give Aria a little squeeze around the waist, to show her just how on board you are with this plan.

“Did it ever occur to either of you how much trouble you'd be in if you got caught taking a shower with a guy in the girl's locker room?”

“Not as much as if we'd been caught fucking him,” Sonata offers. You turn and see her leaning against the half-wall between the showers and the lockers. Her hair is down, and foaming with shampoo.

“You are not having sex in the locker room,” Adagio insists. “Anyone could catch you.”

Aria blushes, and steps back against you. You don't mind; you pull her closer, resisting the urge to protectively grab her boobs.

“Um . . . we already did.”

Adagio facepalms.

Now is the moment when you can thaw the ice queen. You can feel another nascent erection forming, helped along by Aria's butt slowly grinding against your groin.

You could step out from behind her, revealing your assets, and Adagio would be so smitten with you, she'd just tear off her clothes and beg you to fuck her silly.

But a second part of your mind insists that she'd just as likely punch you in the eye, knee you in the groin, or both.

In short, you've been incredibly lucky so far—such you push that any further, or take what you've gotten so far, and get dressed and stumble off into the hallway, without sampling what's behind door number three?

A mad, foolish impulse strikes you. Might as well turn things around and play the girl game—if it works, you're golden; if not, you've lost nothing.

You reach up and squeeze one of Aria's boobs. “Hey, you two have fun talking. I'm gonna hit the shower. Feel free to join us.”

You slip out from behind her, making every effort to avoid meeting Adagio's eye. Your hard-to-get plan will only work if she doesn't think you’re really desperate to see her naked, feel the need to see if her pubic hair is as wild and untamed as her crazy 'do, and if she's really as much of a bitch when she's getting her brains fucked out.

And if it doesn’t work? Well, you'll have a nice shower with Sonata, maybe Aria, and then when you inevitably get dragged down to the principal's office and receive a suspension, you'll have memories to get you by while you spend a couple of days at home.

You really hope it works.

You make no attempt to cover your throbbing boner as you start walking down the half-wall between the lockers and the showers. Why should you? It's maybe not the most impressive boner ever, but it was enough for Sonata and Aria.

You're almost to the end of the wall when you feel a cold hand grab your arm. You turn as nonchalantly as you can manage, and to your total lack of surprise, it's Adagio.

She doesn't say anything. She doesn’t have to. There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she bites her lower lip.

She's not big on ceremony. Now that she's got your attention, she reaches up under her skirt and pulls down her panties, flicking them off a boot.

You'd expected a little bit more preamble—some sort of foreplay, maybe—but you are hard, and maybe she isn't into that kind of thing. Whatever. You're not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She leans up against the wall. You've never tried to take a girl from behind while standing, but that's no reason to not make an attempt. Besides, with the heels on her boots, she's tall enough it ought to work.

She grabs your dick and pulls it against her backside. Her hand is cold and slick, and your tumescence shrinks just a little bit as she presses you against her. Something isn't right—you're not an expert at female anatomy, but you've just had several memorable lessons, and you're pretty sure you've got enough first-hand knowledge to know that isn't her cunt your head's pushing up against, but her asshole.

You freeze. You'd never actually thought you'd be doing this, and just for a second, you worry you might do something wrong somehow—but it's her idea, and she's steering. She must know what to expect.

You grab her around the waist, and ever so slightly push against her tight ring.

It's so unbelievably tight. It's a completely different sensation as you thrust forward.

She gasps as you press onward, and you slow your tempo ever so slightly moving forward at a glacial pace, until your head finally pushes past her sphincter.

You reach up, your hand groping her small chest through her shirt. Her nipple’s poking through her bra, and you squeeze it lightly between your fingers as you slowly thrust forward.

You pause, your dick all the way up Adagio's ass. You trace one hand off her hip and into her untrimmed bush, trailing down into her warm cunt. It's a reward, but whether for her or you, you're not sure.

You gently stroke her clit, lean forward and kiss her neck, then ever so slowly pull back out.

There was a time when you've wondered if Adagio was actually a man. You hadn't been alone in that—she certainly didn't have a whole lot going on up top—but as you move off her clit and sink your fingers into her inviting slit, you can confirm that she's a girl.

Thank God. That would have been a rude surprise.

She's just as cold and emotionless when she's being fucked up the ass. You begin to wonder who's really in charge here.

And then she moans. It isn't much, but it's a chink in her armor, a small crack in the facade. Maybe she is human after all. You rub her clit and bite her shoulder as your bury yourself back in her tight butt.

This is completely new territory for you. The hem of her skirt is tented above your dick, and your dick is in her ass. Her wild hair tickles your nose whenever you get too close. She’s just standing there, letting you do all the work.

But you don’t mind. You’ve found reserves of strength you didn’t know you had.

You shove your fingers into her pussy, tickling her inner walls, keeping a rhythm with your steady thrusts.

You've forgotten about anything else. Only the girl in front of you, impaled on your cock, so you never heard the shower turn off, or whatever noises Sonata made as she dried herself off. You were focused on the moment—so it was a bit of a shock as you suddenly caught sight of Sonata standing there on the other side of the wall, gloriously naked, a white towel wrapped around her head.

She shivers ever so slightly, and you wonder if she just came watching you. It's certainly possible—she's got a hair-trigger.

You shove forward. Adagio makes a sound that's halfway between a growl and a sigh. It's about the most emotion you've seen her show yet. Maybe she just came. Doesn't matter. You're inside, and you're not leaving until she kicks you out.

You wonder where Aria is—is she watching, too? Probably. You didn’t see her go by into the showers.

Your attention is drawn back to Adagio as she starts to pant. It’s barely noticeable; she’s not as vocal as her two friends were. But you’re coupled with her—there are no secrets between you any more.

And you’re getting close, too. Your senses are getting overloaded; between Sonata standing there, posing for you, and the tight ring squeezing your dick, and your hands roaming all over Adagio’s willing body, you’re right on the edge. The slightest thing now will push you over the edge.

The slightest thing is when Adagio takes one hand off the wall and grabs her own breast. She whispers a quiet oath, and you feel her asshole clench against your dick. If that wasn’t enough, just then Aria finally makes herself known again, walking around the wall and tweaking Sonata’s nipple.

You’re surprised that you have anything left to give at this point. You grab Adagio by the waist and slam into her one last time as your dick explodes.