Dazzling the Dazzlings

by Mister Coffee

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sonata Dusk, Original Character, Aria Blaze, Dazzlings, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Adagio Dazzle
Length: 13152

A quick favor for Sonata after school hours is repaid threefold.

You help Sonata unstick her locker, not expecting anything in return. Hey, you're a sucker for a pretty face.

Her idea of repaying the favor is far, far beyond your wildest dreams.

And it doesn't end there.

After all, the Dazzlings are a team.

Published 2014-12-14 07:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-06 03:41:15 UTC

Sonata's Stuck Locker

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Sonata's Stuck Locker
Mister Coffee

“Please?”

You look down at her thoughtfully. “Ain't it the custodian's job to make sure that all the school equipment is functioning properly?”

“I suppose.” Sonata crosses her arms. “But, I could leave a note, and it'd take like, a week or more before it got fixed, and what would I do with my stuff until then?” She hitches up her overburdened backpack. “I can't carry it all around all the time. I've heard you're handy, and clever when it comes to fixing things.”

You sigh. It’s true; you are clever at fixing things. You’ve always had a good hand at machines, whether it be fiddling with a computer or tuning up your truck. Sure, some people frown on that, and maybe it’s not as sexy as some pursuits—but there will always be machines, and they’ll always break.

On top of that was the simple matter of pride. You'd never let a thing beat you. “All right. I'll take a quick look, and see what it's gonna take to get her working right. Might have to get some tools out of my truck.”

“Thanks!” she beams. “I can't even tell you how much I need this.”

“Ain't nothing.” You toss your book bag in your locker and shut the door, patting your pocket to make sure you have your multi-tool, before slipping the padlock in the handle and snapping it shut. “Where is your locker?”

“It's right this way.”

Sonata flounces down the hall, and you can't help but give her backside an appreciative look. Didn't help that she likes wearing short skirts that don’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. You’re pretty sure she hasn’t caught you staring yet, but that doesn’t stop you this time, either.

You were so distracted that you'd almost followed her through the door before you notice where you are.

“Uh, Sonata, this is the girl's locker room.”

She looks back at you, brow furrowed. The door, you notice, is held wide open, and you risk a glance over her shoulder before looking back at her. Whoever designed this place had people like you in mind—there’s nothing but a cement block wall to be seen. “Yeah. 'Cause that's where my locker is.”

“I thought you meant your school locker, you know. Out in the hallway.”

She gives you a cute little pout. “Well, they're pretty much the same, aren't they? A locker's a locker.”

“Shoot.” You glance up and down the hallway nervously. “I didn't think—I guess they're kind of the same, but it's in the girl's locker room.”

“Yeah, so?” She reaches out and runs a finger across your T-shirt. “But there's nobody in there. School's over.”

“It just isn’t right.” But just the same, you are curious. The girl's locker room is a great mystery. Intellectually, you knew it's probably the same as the boy's, but it's forbidden territory—and that makes it thrilling. You take a deep breath. “Okay.” I'm such a sucker for a pretty face.

“You're so sweet.” To your regret, she withdraws her hand. “Come on.”

You take one more look up and down the deserted hall, just to make sure nobody was looking, finally ducking guiltily through the door.

Once you’ve rounded the short wall, you take in the room. Much like the boy’s locker room, it’s nothing more titillating than rows of lockers, with changing benches arranged neatly in the aisle. In fact, aside from the pink paint on the lockers, it’s identical to the boy’s locker room, although it smells nicer.

You follow her down the ranks of lockers, spotting her locker before she points it out—it's covered in magnets. You suppress a chuckle—she's absolutely the kind of girl who'd cover her locker in silly magnets. Briefly, you wonder if the lockers flanking it belong to Aria and Adagio. They probably do. Even if they had been assigned randomly or alphabetically at the beginning of the year, they’d have relocated.

“What's the problem?”

“The door sticks.” She reaches down and works the combination lock, snapping it open and setting it to the side, then tugs up on the latch and tries to pull it open, but—true to her word—it doesn't budge.

“Let me try.” You grab the chrome handle between your fingers and gave it an experimental pull. As she'd said, it was stuck fast.

“See?”

You look at the door thoughtfully. The gap is uneven; it's touching at the top, but the bottom iss clear. You'd had the same problem on your pickup; the hinges were either worn out or bent. If it was the former, you were out of luck; if it was the latter, it would be an easy fix.

You tug up hard on the latch and jerk the door open. Your face reddens as you’re confronted with a lacy maroon bra hanging from the hook in the center.

For just a moment, you have an urge to reach out and touch it, maybe imagine what it might feel like if Sonata were still wearing it. A slight stirring in your jeans accompanies that thought. You force your eyes off the bra, and nonchalantly bend to examine the door more carefully. A few tugs up and down don’t reveal any looseness, so it’s a case of bent hinges.

Maybe she likes swinging from her locker door. You could see that.

Maybe she likes doing it naked.

You’d like to see that.

You reach down and lace your fingers together under the bottom of the door. With a grunt, you yank up, bending the flimsy steel back into position. You swing the door shut, taking careful note of how it closes, and try again.

It wasn't quite right, so you give it another go, grunting with the effort. This time, the door swings smoothly home. You smile, opening and closing it again to make sure.

“I reckon that'll do her.”

“Thanks!” Sonata stands up and moves right next to you. You have a brief internal struggle as she crowds next to you, but she isn't asking you to move, and you aren't opposed to having her pressing against you as she reaches into her locker.

Your face turns red again as she pulls the bra off the hook. “That's one of my favorites, and I couldn't get it back after gym, because my locker door was stuck.”

You aren't sure what you should say, so you keep your mouth shut as she tosses it on the bench behind her. It would be nice if you changed into it right now, you think.

“You've been so helpful,” she says, turning to face you. She'd unfastened her jacket, and you think you catch a flash of a nipple poking at the thin fabric or her shirt as she turns. You force your eyes back up as she looks at you, but your dick has seen all it needs to. Hopefully, she won’t look down, and you can make a graceful exit without her thinking you’re some kind of pervert..

“I had to go without it all afternoon,” she tells you.

Once again she catches you at a loss, and it doesn't help matters when she pulls you into a tight embrace. Of all the things you might have anticipated, this was nowhere on the list. “I can't thank you enough.”

“It was my pleasure.” Briefly forgetting your current state of arousal, you instinctively wrap your arms around her and pull her in close. “Wasn't much work.” The scent of her shampoo is strong in your nose. Over the top of her head, you can see the showers, and a fleeting image of her standing there washing herself plays through your mind, spurred on by the very obvious feel of her breasts pressing against your chest—breasts you now know full well aren't covered by anything but the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

“You smell so nice,” Sonata whispers. She bends her head back and kisses you on the chin. “LIke, work. You smell like a real man.”

“I—“

“Kiss me.” She looks at you and pouts. “For realsies.”

You lean down and plant a chaste kiss on the top of her head, jerking back in surprise as you feel her hands slide down, and then back up under your shirt. Her palms are surprisingly soft, and warm as well. She slides one up your back, while the other hovers just above your jeans, her fingers moving slightly under the denim, barely touching the elastic waistband of your underwear.

Now would be the time for a witty one-liner, but your entire brain has locked up, focused solely on the foreign finger that’s touching your skin just under your boxers. Your instincts take over—rational thought will just have to wait for a bit. She wants a kiss, and she’s got a hand reaching down your pants. There’s only one thing to do.

You don't have to ask as she tilts her head back; you bend down and gently kiss her on the lips. A moment later, her tongue pushes against your lips, and you only hesitate for a second before you let her in.

You’d never thought of her as the forceful type, but her tongue is insistent, fighting yours for dominance in your own mouth. Despite it being a battle you don’t mind losing, you still put up a bit of a struggle, working your tongue into her mouth until she bites down gently.

Her right hand slides lower, gently pushing aside your underwear and moving down your butt. You retaliate by doing the same, although you stay outside her skirt, gripping her tight ass with both hands as you pull her close. Only then do you remember you are sporting a raging hard-on, and you're pulling her into it.

“Mmm,” she purrs as he finally breaks the kiss. “You're so strong.”

“It's all the manual work I do,” you mutter. She steps back, and you let your hands trail up to the top of her hips. This is the end of it, you think. Now she’s going to give some excuse to brush me off.

“Yeah.” To your surprise, she runs her hands across your abs, sliding them up under your shirt. You suck in a breath as she rubs your chest hair lightly, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through you. You shift your legs to deal with the rising problem in your jeans just as her fingers caress your pectorals and nipples.

You can't help but see that hers are thrusting through her t-shirt, and you began to move your hands slowly up her stomach. “We really shouldn't—“ you begin, but you're not stopping. You’re not quite sure why you said that. Of course you really should.

“Nobody's here,” she reminds you. Her hands run across your stomach, hesitating only briefly at your belt, before going lower. Only sheer force of will keeps you from thrusting your hips forwards as she teasingly traces her index finger across the bulge in your jeans.

That's all the excuse you needed to grope her breasts. You trace around her rock-hard nipples, running your fingers lightly across them. Her boobs are smaller than Aria’s, but you aren’t complaining: it’s like ‘only’ winning a million dollars in the lottery.

She leans up for another kiss, and this time you don't hesitate. Your tongue is in her mouth as soon as you make contact, while you continue groping her boobs. You feel her unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants, and when her fingers touch the zipper you do thrust forward. You reach under her shirt and slide your hands up her bare skin, not slowing until you have her bare breasts in your hands.

Your thumbs slide back and forth across her nipples, gently stroking, as she slips your jeans down, leaving only a thin layer of cloth covering your manhood.

Unwilling to wait, she hooks her fingers in the waistband and shoves your boxers down, sending a wave of pleasure through you as they rake across your stiff dick, then she laces her fingers around your ass and pulls herself tightly against you, pressing her stomach against your crotch.

It's a moment which stretches out into forever. Your engorged cock is trapped between you, and you swear you can not only feel every breath she takes, but every heartbeat as well. Her T-shirt is nothing but a promise meant to be broken.

Sonata breaks the embrace long enough for you to lift her shirt over her head, revealing her perky boobs. You admire them momentarily, before pressing back, and if the feel of her shirt rubbing up and down against your cock had been good, her smooth stomach is infinitely better.

You reach down, your fingers going under the hem of her skirt, and slide your hands up the inside of her thigh. You move slowly and teasingly along her skin, taking your time to lightly brush your fingers against her skin, tempting though it is to rush for the prize.

She pulls herself tightly against you as your finger brushes against fabric. Against all odds, you restrain yourself, moving your finger up and over the thin band of elastic and up her thigh until you reach the waistband of her panties.

You tease her by reaching over the top, letting your hand trace across her pubic mound. Your fingertip brushes against silky-smooth hair, and you can feel your cock throbbing with desire. You can’t wait any longer—you follow the trail down.

Sonata thrusts forward as your fingers slip between her lips.

You hook your middle finger into her hot wet flesh, sliding back and forth between her lips. You’re concentrating on her intently, getting a feel for her sex.

She moans loudly as your finger finds a hard button of flesh, neatly tucked between the folds of her lips. You press into her clit, kneading it roughly.

Sonata presses her head against your chest, kisses your collarbone, then kisses downward until she takes a nipple in her mouth. She bites it gently, pulling it into her mouth, then starts darting her tongue against your sensitive flesh. Her hands slide across your abs again, gently kneading the tight flesh before she trails down your chest hair and twists your pubes in her fingers.

You retaliate by jamming a knuckle into her clit. Your victory is fleeting; your shaft twitches as she bites down harder on your nipple, before grabbing your dick at its root and sliding her hand along its length.

She begins stroking you slowly, her tongue still swirling around your nipple. You move your hands away from her slit and hook her panties with both hands, pulling them down to expose her fully.

Sonata doesn't change pace on your dick as she steps out of her panties, catching them over a boot and tossing them off to the side. You hardly notice; one hand is stroking between her legs while the other is groping a breast.

Without any warning, she drops to her knees. You look down just in time to see her holding your dick in front of her mouth before she leans in to kiss the glans.

You stare down dumbly as she bends forward again, sticking her tongue out just far enough to lap at your tip before taking you in her mouth, eagerly moving down your length even as she keeps stroking with one hand. It takes all your willpower to keep from thrusting forwards as she takes inch after inch into her mouth. Some part of you is vaguely aware that despite all the evidence in pornos, most women wouldn’t actually like to be face-fucked.

She makes it down half your length before she rocks her head back, stopping just short of letting your head out of her mouth. She grips you with her hand as she slides forward again, and you reach down and put your hand on the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair.

This isn’t your first blowjob, but it’s easily the best.. One hand strokes your shaft as her head bobs up and down in a slow rhythm, and you can do nothing but watch yourself sink into her mouth. Her hand keeps gentle pressure at your base, while her tongue traces along the bottom and head.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, she releases her grip on your rod and reaches around to grip your ass cheeks. Her eyes meet yours, and she pulls herself forward, inch after inch until she's taken your whole length in her mouth.

You can't help yourself; you grab the back of her head and push her harder against your crotch as you feel her throat muscles working against your cock. Her tongue slathers as much of your length as it can reach before she pushes herself back.

She deep-throats you a dozen more times before finally pulling all the way off your dick and getting back to her feet. She kisses her way up your chest, and when she reaches your mouth, you don't even hesitate, thrusting your tongue back inside.

Your hands grip her shoulders tightly as she takes off her skirt. Your eyes are drawn to her neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and you reach down and run your hand across it, lightly flicking a finger across her clit.

Sonata grabs your shirt and yanks it up. Regretfully, you let go, lifting your arms above your head to help her undress you.

When your head is completely covered, she takes the opportunity to dart in and lick your nipple again, blocking any attempt at retaliation with your t-shirt.

Then she pulls it the rest of the way off and throws it behind you.

Now naked except for her shoes, Sonata steps back and sits on the bench, slowly leaning back, making sure that you get a good look at her bare body. “Fuck me,” she whispers.

In Flagrante Delicto

Dazzling the Dazzlings
In Flagrante Delicto
Mister Coffee

Your pants and underwear are still tangled around your ankles, and your awkward struggle to remove them only makes it obvious that they won't clear your boots.

The next few seconds take an eternity to pass, although at the end of it, it's quite likely that you've set a new personal record for unlacing and removing your boots. You toss them behind you, and your jeans and boxers follow.

Sonata's still waiting for you when you turn back around, lying spread-eagled on the bench, one finger deep inside her pussy, while her other hand gropes a boob. It's completely unfair to leave her alone like this, and you eagerly kneel down at the base of the bench, resting your hands on her thighs.

You can't help yourself from pausing long enough to take a good look at her nude body. Your cock twitches in eager anticipation as you lean forward, resting your head against the inside of her thigh.

At this range, the smell of her arousal is powerful, intoxicating. You watch mesmerized as her finger dips into her vagina before sliding languidly out, caressing her swollen clit.

You can wait no longer. You kiss your way up her thigh, leaving a small trail of pecks up to her crotch.

You bury your face into her, your tongue reaching between her lips for her tender love-button.

When you find it, you reach your hands up her sides, from the sharp curve of her hips up to the swell of her breasts. You slip the heel of your hand across them, your fingers exploring her perky mounds.

Meanwhile, she grabs onto your head and presses it into her. Your tongue darts across her clit as your fingers squeeze her nipples.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries. “Keep doing that. Oh God, right there.”

Even if she weren't holding you tightly, you wouldn't move. She's twitching under you, rocking her hips against the bench. Her arctic-blue pubes are tickling you nose, and for an instant you think you're going to sneeze, but you distract yourself by ever so gently biting her.

“Ah . . . ah . . . mmmmm.”

Her fingers yank against your hair, painfully tugging as she comes. You glance up—her eyes are half-closed, and her mouth is agape. You let go of her other breast and place your hand flat on her stomach, working your tongue in rhythm with the clenching of her abdominal muscles. Your eyes are drawn to the quivering of her boobs as she pants in pleasure.

“Was that—“ you begin.

“I need you inside,” she insists. She tilts your head up and gives you a smoking look. “Don't leave me like this.”

You shuffle forward, the cold tiles grating against your knees. Not that you'd ever fantasized having sex in the girl's locker room before, but if you had, knee pain wouldn't have been a consideration.

You could probably look around and find a towel. Surely there are towels in here, maybe hanging behind the half-wall between the lockers and the showers. Even a used, damp towel would be something.

But the look on her face tells you that she's not going to be there when you get back, if you leave to search for a towel, and to be honest, a few knee abrasions are a small price to pay.

You move up her crotch, kissing your way up past her pubic hair, across her belly, around her navel, and up to her breasts, taking each in turn, your mouth and tongue moving across her sensitive flesh as you crawl over the bench.

Your cock is already twitching in anticipation as you lean down and take a breast in one hand, kissing and licking up the underside, circling her dark areola, before flicking her nipple with your tongue.

She shifts underneath you, and you feel her hand brush up against your dick. She grabs it and pushes it down, brushing the head against hair before it slips down her slit and pokes into her pussy.

Any final thoughts about the fact you'er between two ranks of lockers in the girl's locker room where the door into the hallway is still unlocked, and anybody could just walk in and see you like this vanish as she scooches down the bench, unwilling to wait for you to put it in.

Her hand releases your length, allowing you to take one final shuffle-step towards the bench and deep into her. You move slowly, not wanting to rush the moment. She's warm and engulfing, comfortably tight, and you really don't want to move at all.

You lean forward and give her a kiss on the chin, mindful of where your mouth has been. Sonata has no concern; she grabs your head and mashes her lips against yours, her tongue once again pressing into your mouth, and then she begins to rock her hips under you.

The momentary impulse to just stay hilted in her, unmoving, was premature. The sensation of tugging and sliding and squeezing as she pulls away from you, while her vagina is trying to keep you in, is almost indescribable.

You slowly pull out of her, reveling in the pleasure rocketing through your memory. Mouths and tongues still intertwined, you slam back into her.

After a few experimental thrusts, you pick up speed, rocking her lightly back and forth on the bench, her breasts bouncing lightly against your chest in rhythm with your lovemaking.

You open your eyes, and find yourself staring at her beautiful face. Her cheeks are flushed, and now that your mouth isn't over hers, you can hear her cute little pants every time you bottom out.

You reach up and brush her bangs off her forehead, running your finger lightly across her ear and down her neck, putting your other hand on the bench to prop yourself up a little bit. The last thing you want to do is hurt her.

Sonata reaches up and traces your jawline, before pressing her finger up against your lips. You obligingly let her in, biting just below her knuckle while you explore it with your tongue.

You plant your other hand on the bench, anchoring yourself just inside her armpits. The bench is barely wide enough to accommodate this, and there's a real risk that if you get overly enthusiastic, you'll slip and fall on top of her, but it's the best you can manage.

She withdraws her finger and grabs your back, her fingernails raking lightly against your sweat-soaked skin. You notice that her breaths have gotten short and shallow, and figure she's getting close again.

You slow your tempo, letting her thrust into you at her own pace as she reaches her orgasm. Now that you don't have to hold on as tightly, you grope a boob again, reflexively squeezing hard as she rakes across your back hard enough to draw blood.

Her walls squeeze and clench against your length, and you grit your teeth, holding your seed in. You don't want to stop—not yet.

You lean in and kiss her as she stiffens under you again, finally letting out a long shaky breath. Her hands relax, and you feel them slip off your back.

You give her a bit of time to recover, sitting upright while staying interlocked. Sonata's eyes are closed, and one hand's resting on her breast, while the other is trailed limply across the floor. In the harsh fluorescent light, you can see a glittering trail of sweat on her belly.

Now that you don't need either hand to support yourself, you grab onto her waist, holding her steady, before you let your right hand wander across her hip and into her silky-smooth neat-trimmed pubic hair.

You look down your chest, watching your dick slide in and out as you begin to thrust. It's glossy with her juices, and you can't help but wonder if she tastes different now that you're inside her. Without even a moment's consideration, you slip your hand down, lightly brushing her clit, and resting right on top of your hard-on. You let your pelvic thrusts coat your fingers, before you bring them back up to your mouth.

Sonata's just as sweet and desirable as she was before.

She squeezes her breast as you thrust back into her. You move your hand back down, your fingers splayed across her pubic mound, and your thumb lightly touching her clit, stroking side-to-side in time with your thrusts.

You feel the rough soles of her boots pressing against your calves, and then the leather uppers are sliding against your bare legs as she wraps herself around you. She's stronger than you'd have imagined, fighting against you each time you pull back, crushing against your waist, almost as if she's afraid you'll leave if she lets go. Not that there's much chance of that. You have to change the length of your stroke, but it's no less pleasurable.

She arches her back, trapping your thumb briefly between your bodies, and you feel her clench again. Apparently she's got a hair trigger—you'd never have guessed.

This time, you keep thrusting as she squeezes down on your dick, her mouth hanging open. You're getting close, and this time you're not going to hold back. Maybe a minute more, tops.

Sonata opens her eyes and gives you a seductive smile, before her focus shifts over and behind you.

Just then you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Ain't what it looks like,” you say defensively.

Enter Aria

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Enter Aria
Mister Coffee

It is, of course, exactly what it looks like. Any fool can see that. It's undoubtedly, unmistakably, undeniably what it looks like. You're fucking Sonata senseless on a bench in the girl's locker room.

There is, in fact, no way you can smooth-talk yourself out of here. You're screwed, both figuratively and literally. This isn't like getting caught shoplifting where you could pretend you'd meant to pay for that candy bar; there is no believable explanation for the situation you find yourself in. That's the bad news.

The good news is that at this point, the jig is up, you've been caught red-handed, and the ball is in the other court. Nothing will make the situation any worse . . . so why stop?

“It had better be what it looks like.”

You jerk forward in surprise—eliciting a happy moan from Sonata—as the fuchsia hand runs down your arm, kneading your bicep, then back up and under, gently pressing into your armpit. It stayed there for a moment, the fingers lightly tickling, before sliding across your pec and brushing your nipple. You feel a warm weight lean up against your back as the girl kneels down behind you. “We haven't had a real man in too long.”

Her other hand joins the first, massaging your muscles and running up and down your chest. You're not sure how to react, so you just keep on thrusting. You can feel the other girl's breasts pressing into your back, and her chin is a hard line on your shoulder. You know she's watching as intently as you are.

You feel her hair brushing against your cheek as she leans forward a bit, letting herself be rocked back and forth by your movements. Her hands move just above your groin, the tips of her fingers slipping on you sweaty abs as you thrust in and out.

“I wish I could get some guy to fuck me,” she muttered, reaching down just a little bit further until her fingers touch your dick. “I guess she's just cuter.” Her chin digs into your shoulder as she cranes her neck to get a view of her hand slamming into Sonata's pussy with each one of your thrusts. It was just enough for you to see her face out of the corner of your eye, confirming what you suspected.

“Aria?”

She nods and kisses you on the cheek. “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

You feel her shifting around behind you as she moves her left arm down behind you, and a moment later she holds it up in front of your nose, her finger damp and dripping. Aria pushes it against your lips, and you obligingly suck it clean.

She's slightly more bitter than Sonata—which fits her personality perfectly—but a fine taste nonetheless. You bite her finger lightly as you reach behind you, feeling around for your target. It's not easy—the position is awkward, to say the least, and she's not wearing a skirt you can easily get under. But she already unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to give herself access, and after a bit of twisting you find the top of her jeans and move your hand to the center.

She helps you, shifting to the side and spreading her legs. Nevertheless, it comes as a surprise when you hit her slit. Unlike Sonata, she's clean-shaven.

It's a difficult angle, and something you've never imagined trying before, but your fingers know what to do, brushing gently across her clit as you reach for her dripping entrance. Her cotton panties aren't a hindrance; they serve instead as a guide, keeping where you need to be.

Her hand tightens on your shaft as you slide your fingers inside her, gently thrusting into her eager pussy.

You try your best to pleasure both women, but your pace is off—you can't focus on both, as much as you want to, and Aria is getting the short end of the stick. You know it; you feel bad about it, but your dick is demanding more of your attention than your fingers.

Not that she isn't enjoying herself some. She's rubbing up and down your back, even as she keeps her hand on your shoulders, eagerly watching you fuck Sonata.

“Can I aim your dick all over her when you come?” she whispers.

“Eww.” Sonata glares up at her. “I don't want jizz all over me. You know I don't like that.”

That's almost enough to send you over the edge. Sure, there had been rumors, and you might have imagined the possibility . . . but here and now, in the situation, it's nearly too much.

“Uh,” you mumble, unable to further process your thought.

“Then do me,” Aria demands. “I want your cock inside me, too.”

You manage to squeak out something that's properly affirmative. It's hard to have a rational thought when your dick's in one girl, your hand's in another girl's pussy, and you're imagining Aria guiding your climax all over Sonata.

“What was that?” Aria squeezes your cock.

“Okay! You can be next,” you tell her, making a promise you hope your body can keep.

“Really?” To your disappointment, Aria takes her hand off your rod and stands up.

She moves around to your side, and you occasionally risk a glance to see what she's doing. You're curious, but Sonata's a more pressing concern. It's a simple fact: something your dick is in takes priority over everything else.

Aria's clearly not willing to take this without a fight. She moves close to Sonata, trailing a hand lightly across her friend's chest, dashing your hopes as she pointedly avoids Sonata's jiggling boobs.

Once she's at the head of the bench, she bites her lip and quickly strips off her vest, dropping it primly on the bench behind her.

She pauses with her hands on the hem of her shirt, her hesitation only serving to fuel your interest. Only when she's sure she's got as much of your attention as she's ever going to get, she pulls it over her head, revealing a black bra, and a shapelier body than you would have ever guessed.

Maybe part of your problem is that you don't go out of your way to look hot, you think, but of course you'd never say that.

It's then that you notice that her pants are still unfastened, and you can clearly see an upside-down triangle of white panties, the same white panties you'd just had your hand under. And you also have a pretty good idea what you're going to see when she slides them off, but that's no reason to let your focus waver.

There are articles in men's magazines which explain in great detail how what Aria will remove next tells you how she'll behave in bed, but she bucks that potential clue to the curb as she leans over to unstrap her knee-high boots. Obviously, there's a practical aspect—you couldn't get your pants off with your boots on, and she hasn't got a prayer of getting her skin-tight pants past hers. Of all the reveals you were hoping for, though, what kind of socks—if any—she wore weren't high on your list of priorities, and you focus back on Sonata.

She's still got a hand on a boob, and she's pressing the heel of her other hand against her side, slowly sliding it up and down. You've got nothing to lose by mimicking her, so you do, pressing against her ribs and dragging down to her hip before restarting. Unsurprisingly, she matches pace with you, adding a hip thrust each time you reach her pelvis.

You turn your attention back to Aria. She's set her boots neatly beside the bench, revealing her ankle-high cotton socks, and the pegged cuffs of her pants.

She hesitates for a moment, her hands on her hips, glancing down at you and Sonata. If it's an attempt to be seductive, it fails miserably: she has her usual look of scornful disdain.

Not that you care about her facial expression. In one fell swoop, she pushes pants and panties alike down to the floor, stepping out of them and picking them up before she rises again to give you a look.

She's sexy as hell. If she didn't go around school with a semi-permanent scowl, she'd probably have hooked up with somebody a long time ago. Sure, she's a little curvier than Sonata, but you don't mind.

Aria reaches behind her back, fumbling for the hooks on her bra. Just when you're becoming convinced that it isn't only guys who have problems with the damn things, she gets it loose, letting her breasts tumble free.

If anything, they're a bit bigger than you'd guessed. If you weren't still inside Sonata, you'd rush over to her and fondle them without a second's hesitation.

She licks her lips seductively, and every bad thing you've ever thought about her vanishes from your mind. She puts a hand on hip and cocks her body over, giving you a quick pose. Then she decides to raise the stakes, and fingers herself.

Sonata, you notice, is also paying close attention to her friend.

You ought to kiss, you think, and just then Aria walks over to the front of the bench, but instead of leaning down, she straddles it and lowers herself on Sonata's face.

When you see Sonata's little pink tongue slip between Aria's lips, you lose it.

“I'm gonna—“ you begin, but it's already too late. You spray inside her, your orgasm hitting like a runaway bus. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh, my God.” It's amazing you're still forming coherent words as you collapse on top of Sonata, completely spent.

It doesn't take long to realize you've got a front-row seat to one of the best things you've ever seen. Aria is grinding down on Sonata's face, mere inches from you. Her tongue is making sloppy slobbering sounds against Aria's dripping cunt, trails of lube and saliva already running down her chin.

“Was that it?” Aria asks hopefully.

No point in lying. You nod and sit up, preparing to pull your deflating dick out of Sonata. You've got your hands on her thighs when Aria leans forward, shoving her face down into Sonata's womanhood and your cock.

You oblige her, pulling out as slowly as you can manage, her tongue tracing the topside of your turgid member all the while. When she finally comes in contact with the backside of the glans, you shiver in painful pleasure. Your head's super sensitive for a few minutes after cumming.

“Just give me a minute,” you instruct.

“Better not've lied.” She backs off until you're all the way out of Sonata, before taking your place with her head.

You back off and just watch the two girls sixty-nining. For the first time, you notice that the locker room's a bit chilly . . . you've never spent much time naked in one, and it certainly wasn't on your mind when you were fucking Sonata.

You move around to the head of the bench. While Sonata's pretty well covered by Aria's head, you can see nearly everything Aria has to offer, and the sight's enough to get a rise out of your dick. You begin stroking yourself slowly, getting a boost when you notice Sonata is watching. Until just now, you hadn't been into exhibitionism.

“I'm ready,” you announce.

Aria gives a muffled reply.

“What?”

Sonata leans her head back. “She said to put it in.”

You hesitate. You'd imagined that Aria was going to get off of Sonata, and that it would be just you and her. This was not what you'd had in mind . . . in all honestly, it was better. “Are you sure?” You look down at Sonata. “It's not going to be, um, uncomfortable?”

In reply, she reaches her hands back and grips Aria's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. You gape briefly at her fully-exposed sex, before gamely stepping forward. It's going to be a slightly uncomfortable angle, but it'll be worth it.

You have to squat slightly, and spread your legs to clear Sonata's head, but your finally get into position, sliding your throbbing dick into Aria's waiting pussy.

Threesome

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Threesome
Mister Coffee

The sensation is no less amazing as you enter Aria. Sonata’s tongue is flicking against Aria’s clit, and just brushing the underside of your cock as you push forward. It's beyond amazing, and you grit your teeth to prevent yourself from shooting your load then and there.

You hilt yourself, and then pull halfway back out, shifting your legs into the best position. Once you’ve got a good stance, you thrust in and then pull all the way out, giving Sonata one last chance to lick the tip before you go back inside her friend.

She seizes the opportunity, running her tongue around your glans, and you let out a sigh, regretfully pulling away from her mouth. You did promise Aria a turn, and it would be unfair to renege on your promise.

You align yourself again and push forward, moving ever so slowly. You grab her around the waist, squeezing and pulling as you bottom out in her slick cunt.

If you had to guess, you'd say she's just a little bit looser than Sonata, but it's quite honestly an academic distinction. You pull back out, getting a feel for Aria.

Her moans are muffled by Sonata's pussy, but unless she was lying earlier, she wants this bad.

You thrust back forward, your groin hitting her ass with a smack.

Once you've reached a perfect tempo, you let go of her hips and start to run you fingers over her back, feeling her muscles tense and relax as she eats Sonata out.

The locker room is filled with the sounds of sex—slurps and smacks, moans and groans, a melody known to all humankind. Your world has shrunk to the two lovely ladies under you. As if you needed any reminder that she’s there, Sonata reaches up, putting a hand on the back of your thigh, before sliding it up and gripping your butt tightly as she comes again. This time you can’t take the credit, though—that was all Aria.

You slide your hands up, over the sharp curve of her waist, and loosely grab her pigtails like they were a pair of reins. You’ve always wanted to touch them, but never been dumb enough to try grabbing them in the hallway as she flounced past on her way to class.

They’re just as silky as you imagined.

As you run your fingers through Aria's pigtails, you idly wonder how many other partners she's had, but immediately dismiss it as unimportant. Surely you're not the first, though.

You slid a hand around, between the girls. Aria guesses what you're going for and rolls slightly to the side, giving you enough room to slip your hand under her boob.

It can't have been a comfortable position; as soon as you've got a good grip, she lies back down, trapping you between her breast and Sonata's stomach, her nipple a hard point in your palm.

It's one of the best places your hand has ever been, and if you had any confidence in your ability to keep up the rhythm from your awkward but totally worth it position, you'd put your left hand on her other boob.

Instead, you get a different idea. You move your free hand across her plump ass cheeks, dragging your fingers into her butt crack.

After a few unopposed traverses, you change directions, moving your index finger down her crack until you touch the tight ring of her anus.

You cross with a firm pressure, and you’re rewarded with the feeling of her pussy clenching around your shaft.

You begin again, this time letting you finger slip ever so slightly in. Just a tease, really, no more than that.

She arches up at your finger, and you push back, rolling around the tight muscle. Without stopping to consider, you stick your finger in your mouth, coating it with saliva.

This time, you push all the way in. You realize as you hook your finger into her tight hole that you can just feel your cock with each thrust.

You must have hit the perfect spot. Aria's whole body tenses, and as she orgasms you try to hold your position, but she squeezes hard enough to actually force your dick out.

“Did I just—“ Aria finally brings her head up and looks back at you.

“Too many kegels,” Sonata suggested. “I warned you.”

You're not sure what that is.

Aria sashays her ass. “Put it back in, okay?”

Before you can comply, Sonata tilts her head and nips Aria on the thigh. “I can't take any more, Ari. One more orgasm and I won't be able to walk, I swear.”

“Fine, fine.”

“And I've gotta pee like crazy.”

You step back, giving the girls room to rearrange. Aria pushes herself off the bench, staying close to you. She reaches down and begins fondling your cock and balls as Sonata gets to her feet.

Your calves are burning for your prior position, and you're actually thankful its over, although you also deeply regret that you're not currently fucking anyone.

On the other hand, it's a great way to take a break. Sonata, totally unconcerned with modestly, begins stretching. It would be worth watching even if she were wearing clothes; that she’s completely naked and her thighs are glistening with saliva, cum, and her lube makes it that much hotter.

All the while, Aria is massaging your dick and balls, making the effort to keep you interested. Not that you really need that help.

“Sit down,” she orders.

You nod, and sit down on the bench. Aria doesn't loosen her grip at all.

“What are you—“ you begin. She straddles your lap and lowers herself onto you, guiding you with her hand.

This time, she sets the pace, and has no interest in going slow. She unceremoniously spears herself on your pole, wraps her arms around your shoulders, and leans in for a kiss.

You can't really thrust with her on your lap, but it doesn't matter to Aria. She's got her feet planted on the floor and does all the work.

You’re going to have bruises on your thighs by the time this is over. It's a small price to pay.

She leans back as Sonata passes and the two girls exchange a kiss. It starts out friendly but quick turns erotic, as Aria grabs a boob.

You decide it's only fair that you get a piece of the action, and reach for Sonata's pussy. It's been a while since you hand touched it, and it's right there, practically at eye level.

It's as warm and inviting as you remember. She squirms under your touch as you give her clit a massage, and then she leans in and kisses you.

She pads across the locker room, nude except for the towel draped over her shoulder. You'd really like to watch, but Aria is warm, wet, and distracting. Instead, you bury your face against her chest, pressing between her ample boobs as she begins bouncing on your lap again.

The two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm, with Aria holding your head between her breasts.

Your world shrinks to her smell and the warm boobs against your head, and of course the tight, warm pressure on your dick.

You dimly hear a shower turn on behind you. Sonata must be washing up, you think.

Aria releases her grip and you tilt your head up, kissing her passionately. She reaches down and pinches your nipple, rolling it between her finger.

You'd like this moment to last forever, but you've got no control over the tempo, and Aria's relentless. She's driving you hard to a finish.

“I'm getting close,” you tell her. Would've told Sonata, but you'd been distracted. The thought alone is nearly enough to drive you over the edge and you tense, take a deep breath, hoping to stretch out the moment.

You see the sparkle in her eyes and you know she's not going to let you. She picks up speed, slamming down hard on your thighs, rocking forward each time she bottoms out.

There's no holding back, now. You're sliding towards the precipice. As soon as she feels you tense, Aria plants herself on your cock, waiting for you to deliver.

And deliver you do. You crush Aria against you as you spray your load deep inside her.

“That was amazing,” you finally manage to stammer.

She wiggles around on your dick, finally rising off your lap. She pushes you back down on the bench.

“What are you doing?” you ask curiously.

“Your duty isn't done yet,” she tells you, straddling your head.

You glance up at a small splatter of semen on the inside of her thigh. Eating her out now would be almost the same as sucking your own dick.

She reaches down and tweaks her clit with a finger. A small dribble of semen lands on your cheek. “What's the matter? Not man enough?”

Make her happy and there might be another time, you decide. Besides—at least it's not someone else's cum.

You tug her down against your face and let your tongue do its work. Your world shrinks down to the powerful smell of her sex, and the pressure against your head as she sits on your face. Your nose is just touching her smooth pubic mound. Her pigtails are just brushing against your chest, and it's maddening.

You open your eyes. In the harsh fluorescent light, she looks almost predatory, her mouth twisted in a small smirk, and her hands resting on either side of her head. You smile at her—not that she can see it—and redouble your tongue’s efforts.

She reaches down and pushes a finger between your nose and her cunt, worming it against her clit. You lick it and suckle it, before moving back to push your tongue into her dripping pussy. Aria shifts her hips, letting you penetrate as far as you can reach with your tongue. You’d love to get all the way in, and you stretch your jaw hard enough to hurt, in an attempt to get just a little bit further.

The taste is not unpleasant, not as off-putting as you’d feared it might be.

The good news is that even as your tongue is aching, you can feel a stirring in your crotch. It’s not much, not yet, but it’s a slight promise that maybe you’ve got more in you than you expected.

If you can get Aria off quick enough, maybe you and her can join Sonata in the shower. Women take forever in the shower, so there’s still hope.

And if it doesn’t work out, there’s not a downside. You’ve got Aria sitting on your face.

A Standing Ovation

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.

Grand Finale

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Chapter 6: Grand Finale
Mister Coffee

You let out a long shaky breath and loosen your grip on her boob. You're about to pull back, when it occurs to you that you might as well stay in as long as you can. Maybe you'll stay hard—unlikely, but the thought that your dick is up Adago’s ass is amazingly hot.

But you've got to keep her interested, so you let go of her boob and redouble your efforts in her pussy, your fingers sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Since you've got a hand free, you decide to see if you can get away with pulling her skirt up, and maybe get a peek.

You tug the hem of her skirt up and pull back just far enough to see your dick vanishing between her tight cheeks. That's an image that's going to stay with you for a long time. You give a few experimental thrusts, but it's no good. Your dick needs a little time to rest before it'll perform again. In the future, you're always going to keep a couple of viagra on you, just in case you find yourself in this exact same situation again, as unlikely as that seems.

She turns slightly as your spent dick pops out from between her asscheeks. “Is that all you've got?”

The girls in pornos never say that.

“I bet he'll get hard again in the shower,” Aria says.

You nod eagerly. You're hoping that will happen.

Adagio shifts her posture as she considers this, and you keep working your fingers inside her. If she's on the verge of orgasm, she's much more likely to agree to a group shower.

“Sonata, go lock the door.”

“But I want—“

“You can come back when you've done it,” Adagio says. “And join us in the shower.” She reaches down and pulls your hand out of her. “I guess today's your lucky day.”

Yes. Yes it is.

Once again, Adagio fails the seductress test. You'd never really thought that there was an unsexy way for a woman to remove her clothes, but now you can say with certainty that there is. Luckily, not only do you have Sonata and Aria to look at, but the thought of fucking Adagio up the ass in the shower makes up for it all. Or whatever she wants to do. You're not really that picky.

She sets her clothes on the half wall, and leads the group into the showers. Sonata, it seems, isn't opposed to going back in, even if she'd already finished. Then again, it's not like you'd be saying no, even if you'd just finished showering.

You let her lead you in, your eyes locked on her butt, and how it shimmies as she walks. You're so intently focused on her, you don't notice that Aria is behind you until she rests her hand on your shoulder.

For a moment, you're reminded of guards leading a prisoner to an execution, but you squash that thought right away. And, if it does turn out to be the case, at least you had some really good times before it happened, and were led off by three smoking hot naked girls you’d just fucked.. Way better than any last meal would have been.

Sonata goes to the first shower column and begins turning on all the faucets. Moments later, the room begins to fill with steam. Aria presses herself up against your back, crushing her boobs against you; not wanting to be left out, Sonata comes around your front and also grabs you in a hug, pressing your member into her stomach. You close your eyes an let the sensation overtake you.

It doesn't last as long as you'd hoped; once the showers are running satisfactorily for Adagio, she grabs Sonata's arm and tugs her off you. Just when your dick was starting to show signs of life, too.

She yanks the scrunchie off of Sonata's wrist and pulls her hair into a loose ponytail, then takes your wrist and leads you into the hot water. The other two follow you, and take up position on either side of her.

She waits until you're completely wet, then takes a loofah out of the basket, puts on some liquid soap, and hands it to you. “Scrub,” she orders.

You nod, and began rubbing it against your chest.

“Not you, idiot. Me. Scrub my back. Get me clean.”

She turns, and you reach forward, touching the soapy loofah between her shoulder blades. You start making small circles, trying to think out how she's expecting you to wash her. You've never bathed anybody besides yourself. You've washed your truck, though. With that thought in mind, you begin to make more confident sweeping motions along her back, trying to pay attention to her reaction.

Of course, Sonata and Aria aren't too happy with being left out of this process, and you're only halfway down Adagio's back when you're assaulted on two sides.

You only hesitate for a moment as you finish soaping her lower back before you move on to her butt cheeks. Just as you start moving down her left thigh—which is about as far as your hand can reach without you bending over—one of the other girls decides to soap up your balls.

I need to get her legs, you mouth to Aria, who turns out to be the one holding the offending loofah. She moves away, and you crouch down, squatting above the floor. Adagio's ass is in your face, and you can see her swollen pussy lips between her slightly-spread legs. It's a great view to have as you run your hand up and down her leg.

Aria crouches down next to you and lovingly begins soaping up your dick. Sonata, meanwhile, has crouched against your side and is rubbing your nipples teasingly with her loofah..

You lean forward and kiss Adagio's butt. It's right there, and you've never kissed a girl's butt before. No sense in letting that opportunity pass.

When Aria moves on to your inner thighs, you stand back up and thrust the loofah forward. “I need some more soap, and I need you to turn around,” you order.

She takes it from you and squeezes some more soap on. “I’m not moving and getting my hair wet. You come around when you’re ready.

You’re satisfied that her backside is clean, so you stand and move around to her front. Sonata gives a little moue of disappointment as she's forced to let go of your shaft, but it's cut off by Aria pressing her lips to the youngest siren's mouth.

“Make sure you get everything clean,” Adagio says.

You nod, and put the loofah on her shoulder. Your eyes are already drawn to her breasts—it's the first time you've gotten a good look at them.

If you had to compare, that one fat kid in gym class probably has bigger boobs, but as your soapy hands begin caressing them, you can say with certainty that these are better, even if they are small. For one, they're perkier. More importantly, they're attached to a girl, a girl who's frigid demeanor is rapidly thawing as you continue to caress her boobs like they were the best boobs in the world. Since you’re groping them right now, they might as well be.

Of course, you can't spend all your time playing with them. She wants you to clean her, and there's more to her than just boobs.

You move your hands down her firm stomach. She hasn’t got any of the baby fat Sonata does, or the soft muscles of Aria; she's built like a gymnast, all muscle and bone.

You trace your hand around her cute little belly button, brush lightly against her thatch of pubic hair, and then go back to her breasts for one last feel before moving on to her legs.

You crouch down, your face mere inches from her muff. You want to lean forward and plant your face there but it isn't time yet—you've got to hold out just a little bit longer. You know she’ll stop you and make you keep cleaning if you yield to temptation.

You start to run the loofah down her leg, from her smooth thigh all the way past her knee, and down to her feet. She's got a small tattoo of a weird finned horse on her right ankle. You've never seen anything like it before.

Now that you're down at her feet, you can let your mind wander just a little bit, and you look over to see what Sonata and Aria are doing.

Unsurprisingly, they’re up to something sexy. Specifically, they’ve given up on any attempt at personal hygiene. Sonata is suckling Aria’s boobs, and they’re both fingering each other. When Aria sees you looking, she pulls her finger out of Sonata and puts it in her mouth, then gives you a wink.

You turn your attention back to Adagio. You can hold back no longer. “Just one more spot to clean,” you say as you toss the loofah behind you, grab her ass cheeks firmly, and jam your face into her crotch like a starving lamprey.

She takes one step back, just as your tongue finds her throbbing clit. The last bit of ice cracks and crumbles as she shouts out in pleasure, grabs you head, and forces it against her crotch.

It's hardly surprising she tastes the bitterest of the three. Her untamed pubes are tickling your nose, and you don't care. If you’d had a bucket list, you'd pretty much have gotten through the whole thing now, as well as a dozen more items that were never on there, being beyond the bounds of possibility. Or so you'd thought.

You feel someone moving up against you, and look over long enough to see Sonata crouching down by your side. Aria steps next to Adagio, so close that their hips are touching, and spreads her legs. Sonata turns to look at you and sticks out her tongue. “Don’t sneeze,” she advises you. Then she leans forward and blows a raspberry on Aria’s smooth pubic mound, before going to work.

You keep your head just slightly turned so that you can watch her while you eat out Adagio. It’s obvious she wants you to look.

You’re so focused on her face, you don’t notice her hand until you feel it snaking across your leg. You look down as she cups your balls, before running her slender fingers up your shaft, which is finally remembering what it’s mission in life is.

Since you’re not selfish, you reciprocate, slipping your fingers into Sonata’s pussy. Her crouch is spreading her lips open, making her clit practically jump out at your hand. To make sure you find your target, she gives you a little push with her right hand.

She keeps her hand there, alternating between rubbing her own pussy and guiding your hand. Now it's a race, of sorts, where everybody wins. Your tongue is exploring Adagio's feminine folds, and one hand is tickling her asshole. Your other hand is between Sonata's legs, and it's not alone: Sonata is taking care of herself with one hand, while her other gently massages your dick, caressing it back to life.

Time loses all meaning. Your mind is solely occupied with giving and receiving pleasure.

Adagio is fairly quiet, but Aria makes up for it as her pleasure grows. Sonata occasionally makes happy noises, too, but they're pretty well muffled by Aria's snatch.

Adagio finally presses your head into her crotch and holds it there painfully tightly, then lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

She lets your head go, and you brace yourself on Sonata's shoulder and get up. You hug Adagio tightly, your stiff shaft insistently prodding her belly.

“My turn,” she says. She backs away from you and turns to get the loofah, bending over to give you a good look at her pussy.

Then she's back on her feet, running the loofah all over your body. You could tell her Aria and Sonata already washed you, but you’re not opposed to getting cleaner.

You'd never knowing taking a shower could feel so good.

When she's cleaned everything else, she brings her hand down to your dick, and it's all you can do to keep from cumming then and there. Her touch is the perfect mix of tight and slippery, and she knows it.

Once she's soaped you clean, she turns you in the stream of water, to wash the soap off. Then she turns you back around, goes down on her knees and takes your shaft in her mouth. You stay motionless; you’re going to let her do this at her own pace.

She takes your glans in and slobbers her whole tongue around your head. One hand is holding your shaft, but she isn’t stroking at all.

Aria and Sonata both come over, and they kneel down on either side of her. They begin running their tongues down the side of your shaft, teasing the top and bottom, and kissing each other. Once your whole shaft is coated with saliva, Adagio slowly moves down your shaft, taking about half into her mouth, then leisurely backs off, letting Aria and Sonata move back to their position.

She keeps teasing your head, then moving halfway down your shaft. Her eyes are closed, and you can see a faint smile playing on her face, around your dick.

Just when you think it can't get any better, Adagio pushes the other two back and deepthroats you in one smooth motion.

You can hear her humming around your cock, but that's nothing compared to how it feels.

She can read you like an open book. Every time you start to get close enough to think about warning her, she backs off and lets the other two focus on your shaft, which keeps the pleasure high, but not high enough to put you over the edge. Your pressure keeps building without release until you're wondering if an orgasm would kill you. Then you decided if it does, ti would be the best way to go.

Finally, she gets you past the point of no return. This is going to be it, the grand finale. There is no way you’ll get it up again after this climax, and you’re okay with that.

“I'm—“ you begin.

She pulls her head back, but you will not be denied. You tense and release, just as Aria pushes your dick in Sonata's direction, faster than the younger girl can react.

When your spurts finally taper off, Adagio leans back in and licks your head clean. She pulls her mouth off your cock with an audible pop, and then looks over at Sonata in satisfaction.

Sonata reaches up and wipes a glob of cum off her cheek, then glares at Adagio and Aria. “Goddammit. Really?”

Epilogue

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Epilogue
Mister Coffee

There’s not really much to say, you realize as you put your clothes back on. Aria’s getting dressed in front of you, Adagio grabbed her clothes and went to the other side of the lockers, and Sonata’s still in the shower, scrubbing her face clean.

A thousand thoughts are running through your mind, but none of them seem likely to impress them enough to demand that you meet up next week and try it all again.

You look up from your boot. You have to try at least. You shuffle over to Aria, your untied laces trailing behind you. “So, whenever you want to do this again, just let me know.” To punctuate your words, you run a finger over her boob. It feels just as good through a bra.

“Okay,” she says.

It’s a non-committal okay. You’re smart enough to know that. It’s the kind of okay that says, ‘Okay, if we ever want to do this again, which we won’t, we’ll let you know. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.’

But then she leans over and kisses you on the cheek, and you’re not so sure any more. “Better get out of here before anyone else shows up.”

You nod. You were thinking the same thing. You’re pretty sure that there’s soccer practice or something tonight, and it wouldn’t do to be caught in the girl’s locker room. That wasn’t a concern when you were doing it, but now you’re starting to think logically again. Mostly.

You kiss her back, on the lips, take one more swipe at her boob, and then you’re off, your untied shoelaces trailing along behind you.

It takes you a minute to figure out the lock, but you get it and yank the door open.

The first thing you see is Sunset Shimmer’s face. Then you see how her hand is kind of reaching down towards the doorknob, and as you look back up you can’t help but notice the sweat stains on her jersey and the thrust of her breasts under the fabric, nor do you fail to notice that her team number is 69.

Your dick twitches slightly.

“What are you doing here?” she asks. “It’s the girl’s locker room.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”