Shooting the Moon

The other girls were now grinning as he spoke. Except Kitty, who either didn't find it funny, or somehow hadn't figured out what was coming next.

"By the time the count reached three I knew it was over. I was fully erect and I already felt my cum bubbling up inside me and Sandy just sort of gripped me so I couldn't move. When she whispered "Zero" in my ear I blew my load. My pants weren't just wet, it went through my pants and onto the dance floor. A lot of people were cheering for the new year, but the women nearby were laughing. Laughing and pointing."

I couldn't help but notice that Quincy's tiny erection was also pointing as he spoke.

When he finished the ladies exchanged a few conspiratorial glances.

"You know," Cheryl spoke first. "I don't think there's any chance of the winner picking Quincy. It wouldn't be such a terrible thing if he suffered a ruined orgasm right now. Perhaps another demonstration is in order."

"It does seem only fair," chimed in Isabel who was still unhappy that her husband's two month's of cum had been collected by another woman.

"Perhaps another game though," Kitty chimed in. "What if we took turns, trying to count Quincy down. But no touching his cock. And the winner gets five points."

"Sandy would have an unfair advantage though," Isabel said quickly, and it's true that it would have been too easy for me.

"What if the first person who goes only gets one point if they succeed," Kitty added. "If they win nobody else even gets their chance, so they shouldn't win much. The second person gets two, and so on. And then Sandy, who knows how to trigger Quincy, gets five points, but would only get to go if everyone else fails."

All of us eyed each other warily, trying to find a hole in the plan. I considered the options. Usually I had to whisper things in Quincy's ear to give him this hands free orgasm. I tormented him with insecurities and turn-ons that only I knew about. Playing out his most extreme fantasies. I doubted anyone but me could pull it off.

"Who goes first then?" Cheryl asked.

None of the other women spoke. One point was unlikely to be the difference between winning or losing, but two or three was a huge advantage, so it was better to go second or third. And nobody seemed particularly excited to give my husband a ruined orgasm anyway.

"I'll go first," Kitty volunteered, chipper as ever.

The last game had worked out in our favor, so no one objected.

Kitty started by standing just behind Quincy, much as I had on New Year's eve. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hands moved up and down his sides. Once again she whispered when she spoke so that the rest of us had to lean in to listen.

"Did you notice Quincy, when you confessed the size of your cock, I was the only one who didn't laugh?"

A look passed over his face that I didn't recognize.

"It's true." Kitty continued, her lips so close to his ear that I had no doubt he could feel her breath on his skin. "I didn't laugh because I don't mind. I'm not like the other women. I like fucking men. And I don't care how big they are. You see, my pussy is really tight. Big cocks feel uncomfortable, and really big cocks hurt. It doesn't take much to fill me up. To satisfy me."

Her voice was quiet, but not overly sexy. If anything it was convincingly honest. I began to question which man she had told the truth to -- she was a tiny woman - perhaps she would actually prefer fucking Quincy's little cock over Diego's ruinous manhood.

"You think I'm joking, but I can prove it to you Quincy. Did your wife tell you that the winner of this game gets to do anything with whichever man she chooses."

Quincy looked surprised.

"If you help give me a point right now, I might be able to show you. I'll pick you Quincy. And if you have a little ruined orgasm right now, you'll just be ready to last longer inside me. I'll take you upstairs and I'll let you fuck me."

She began circling him ever so slowly. Rubbing her breasts against his shoulders, letting her dress get caught on his hips and riding up her thighs.

"Oh wait, you're a good little boy aren't you. You'd never fuck a woman. You'd only ever let her fuck you? Am I right? That's fine. I can tie you to the bed if that puts you at ease. If that's what you're used to. Then you can be a good boy for me."

I noted her change in approach from Diego to Quincy. She might be dumb, but I had to acknowledge that Kitty knew how to read a man.

She extended a single finger and dragged his lower lip down with it. "I'll lean nice and low for you so my new little boy can nurse on my tits while I ride you."

Her finger slipped inside his lips.

"Go ahead, suck on it like you'd suck on my nipple."

I saw his cheeks pucker around her finger.

"That feels good," she moaned. Then she withdrew her finger. "Hmm, now it's nice and wet for me." She was facing him and she raised the hem of her dress ever so slowly, slipping her hand under her skirt. I didn't have a perfect view, but I guessed that she was fingering herself. Then I heard the slick sound of her pussy and knew I was right.

"Fuck, now you know I'm telling the truth. You think I would get this wet if I didn't mean it?"

Poor Quincy's little cock was doing its best to cover the small distance between itself and Kitty, straining desperately but in vain.

"Oh, but it's probably hard for you to picture me fucking you with this dress on."

I could see she was biting her lips innocently as she brushed off one and then another strap of her dress. The fabric bunched up on the rise of her breasts but she pulled the tight cloth down until it stretched to just barely covering the bottom of her bra. Then slowly she pulled one breast and then the other out.

Quincy looked like his legs were about to collapse and his pupils were as wide as vinyl records.

"Gosh Quincy, I know it's been a long time since you saw another woman's breasts. I hope these don't ruin anything for you. I hope the next time your wife lets you see her boobs you're not thinking of my bigger, firmer tits."

Cheryl and Isabel giggled at my expense while I tried to retain my composure.

Even from my imperfect angle, I could tell that Kitty had fantastic tits. Some boobs are cartoonishly round with flat, circular nipples like what a teenage boy might draw on a bathroom wall. Kitty's were animalistic. Inherently sexual. They were perky to the point of seeming aggressive. Her pink puffy nipples darkened towards the outer edge of her areola and you could see faint traces of blue veins running beneath the flesh of her breasts.

"No need to be thinking about that just now," Kitty's words brought me back from a trance. "I want you to focus on what's going to happen half an hour from now, when I take you upstairs and fuck you. I want you to imagine filling my tight pussy with your cock."

She slipped her one finger back inside his mouth, even as she continued to pleasure herself with the other. I tried to picture what Quincy would be seeing. A half-naked girl fifteen years younger than him with her tits pressed unnaturally up and out by a lace bra, and her skirt hiked up high enough that he could probably make out her underwear, if she was wearing any, with her finger buried in her no-doubt shaved pussy.

I no longer had faith in him lasting even to the end of her count down.

"Fuck Quincy, I think I'm actually getting close," she moaned.

If she was faking, it was extremely convincing because she shuddered as she spoke and her voice went sort of hoarse.

By now, a long strand of precum was oozing its way out of my little dripslut's engorged dicklet.

"I'm going to count you down and I want you to cum with me. I'm just a few inches away Quincy. I'm not allowed to touch your cock but I want you to cum in between my legs anyway. I want to watch you burst all over me."

Quincy was already hyperventilating.

"Can you do that for me Quincy? I know you're a good boy. Good boys follow instructions right? So you're going to be a good boy and pump out all of your little boy juice when I tell you. Are you ready?"

To my disgust, Quincy nodded yes at her.

"Ten." Kitty almost doubled over as I heard her increase the pace with which she violated herself.

"Nine."

"Eight."

She pulled her finger out, switching hands, and placing her finger, the one that was soaked in her juices, in Quincy's mouth. He sucked on it greedily.

"Seven."

"Six."

I saw Isabel glancing at me to see if I'd stop her but I couldn't find it in me to say anything or to move.

"Five."

"Four."

Kitty was panting and paused to swear between counts, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The slick sound of her finger in her cunt accelerated.

"Three".

"Two."

"One."

Quincy didn't need zero. He went off like a useless little squirt gun, firing again and again and again. I saw his semen hit her wrist, her dress, and her legs as Quincy shook like a virgin, ejaculating so fast it could hardly even be called premature. When the squirt gun slowed to a trickle he sank to his knees on the floor.

Kitty's face was flushed, but once again she wore that same shit-eating grin from ear to ear. She spun a little to prove to us that she was indeed covered in my husband's cum.

Then she turned back to Quincy.

"Oh Quincy, such a bad boy. You made such a nasty mess. All over my dress. And my legs. Clean it for me."

She started by holding up a blob that had landed on her dress. Before I could object Quincy was already licking it from her hand. When she offered him her arm I didn't say anything either. He began licking the white cream off her knee, then her thigh, and when she pulled her dress up and guided his face in between her legs he licked that too. I'm not even sure if his cum had landed there.

"That's enough Quincy. You are in big trouble." I finally intervened.

I opened my purse as I walked towards him, quickly picking out his chastity device. I bent his still turgid cock almost in two as I tried to cram it back in its cage. He wouldn't be leaving it for months.

As he marched back to the kitchen where he belonged, he passed by Kitty who had been readjusting her dress in the doorway. She whispered something to him then that was far too quiet for any of us to catch.

Days later, when I had Quincy back under my thumb again, I forced him to tell me what she whispered. He kept saying the same thing, which at first I assumed to be a lie. But as my threats escalated and he kept insisting there was nothing else, I realized that he must have been telling the truth.

Apparently all she said was, "You're a smart, handsome man Quincy, and any woman would be lucky to have you."

A real psycho-slut, that one.

KITTY

When we finally added up the scores we discovered that Cheryl had won by a single point. If anyone other than Kitty had come out victorious in our side game of counting down Quincy, they would have beaten her. But despite winning that little challenge, Kitty and Kayden came in a distant last place.

All of this meant that Cheryl got to choose her partner to take upstairs and Kitty was tasked with giving Cheryl's husband, Stuart, a blowjob, while the rest of us watched.

Cheryl did not hesitate in her decision. She exchanged keys with Kitty and scampered upstairs with Kayden, her new little boytoy.

Then Kitty went into the kitchen and found Stuart, dragging him out by the hand in front of us.

Stuart looked nervously excited as Kitty silently unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants.

She licked his chastity device through his underwear before pulling down his briefs, and then kissed him repeatedly on his thighs. She dragged his keys up and down the polymer cage that encased him, licking ever so briefly at the thin slot at the end.

This whole display surprised me because there was no need for a performance. If I had lost, my plan had been to give the winning man a hard and fast hand job, suck his dick for the last few seconds, and then spit his seed out on the floor for him to clean up. But Kitty was putting her heart into it. Teasing him.

It wasn't long before we heard moaning coming from upstairs. The guest bedroom was directly above us.

"He's licking your wife's pussy, you know?" Kitty said nonchalantly as she turned the key inside Stuart's lock. "It's not that Kayden's really good at it or anything, it's just that his body is so sexy, and I trained him to lift me up on his shoulders while he does it. Girls love being carried by a strong man like that. Your wife's head is probably touching the ceiling right now," she mused as she licked Stuart's balls.

"I'm not telling you this to be mean," Kitty said as she removed an elastic from her wrist and used it to put her hair up in a pony-tail. "I actually just want you to enjoy this. Guilt-free. I'm sure she is."

"Fuck," Stuart whispered as she pulled his dick free from the cage, leaving the ring of his cage in place.

"Not a bad size actually. I wouldn't have minded fucking you if I won," Kitty said admiringly as she stroked him to his fullness.

"Oh God, I'm so close," he groaned.

Kitty stopped. "Don't worry. I know you're a fast finisher but I'll drag this out nice and long. I promise you'll get the better end of this deal," she said, her eyes glancing upstairs to where the noise was coming from.

Then she rose to her feet so she was looking him in the face. Without breaking eye contact she pushed both of her shoulder straps to the side and let her dress fall to the ground in a bunch.

Stuart ate her up with his eyes, his stare hovering over the few remaining inches of skin that were left covered by her matching black bra and panties.

Kitty knelt again on top of the fallen fabric and took his erection in her mouth. She went deep so that he reached the back of her throat in one fast push. I heard her gag and she held herself there before pulling back slowly.

"Oh my God," Stuart whispered, closing his eyes instinctively.

"I guess your wife has never done that to you before?" she asked.

Stuart shook his head from side to side.

"She probably never did this either then," she said as she took one and then the other ball in her mouth, stroking his shaft with her hand as she did.

Stuart groaned and she stopped again.

"I suppose you want to finish in my mouth, right?" Kitty asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

"If you change your mind and want to cum on my tits, just let me know", she said as she removed her bra.

Stuart's jaw dropped. As far as we knew, it had been seven years since he had seen any tits other than Cheryl's little A-cups. And the ones he had seen were only on a tattered magazine page. He was ecstatic.

Kitty returned her attention to his cock, licking along the underside, seeming to cherish the taste of him. Stuart's hands dangled at his waist, but she grabbed them and pushed her breasts into them so that he could massage them if he wanted. And Stuart wanted.

At that point Cheryl's screaming peaked in the room above us. She had cum at least twice, and there was a brief respite from the noise before we began hearing the bed creaking on the floorboards above us.

"This is so fucking hot," Isabel whispered, and I saw she was touching herself.

I understood - the sexual tension in the room was overwhelming. I decided to slip my fingers inside my panties as well, and was a little upset at how wet I found myself. Quincy would have cleanup duties later.

I watched as Kitty continued her assault on Stuart's member. She alternated between sessions of deepthroating his cock, followed by tender licking of his balls and shaft. More than once it seemed he was ready to cum, but Kitty only drew it out longer.

"Does this feel good? Has Cheryl ever made you feel this good?" Kitty asked.

Stuart shook his head again and whispered, "No."

"Sorry Stuart, I can't hear you above the sound of my boyfriend fucking your wife," Kitty teased him, "Can you say that louder?"

"No," he said more firmly. "She's never made me feel this good."

To be fair to Cheryl, I don't think Stuart had ever made her feel as good as whatever Kayden was doing to her upstairs.

"Good boy." Kitty returned to giving him a slow handjob, using the thick saliva from her throat as lubricant.

"You know I love the taste of cum," she said, looking into the hole at the end of Stuart's dick as she spoke. "They tell you in school that all women find it disgusting, but it's not true. Kayden got so entitled the few times I sucked him off that I had to stop. But if I had an obedient boy... someone with good manners like you... I'd milk him into my mouth every morning."

"Oh God," Stuart whined.

"You might think I'm lying, but just wait till you finish in my mouth and then you'll believe me."

Kitty briefly pushed his hands away from her breasts so that she could smack his cock on her tits repeatedly.

Then she gathered some spit in her mouth, her cute cheeks forming dimples as she swished her saliva from side to side before drooling on her own cleavage. Taking his cock in the wet gap she pushed her breasts together and started titty-fucking him.

"Hold off a little longer Stuart, we're coming up on the finale," she winked at him.

When he looked about to burst she stopped, waiting for his breathing to slow and allowing him to back away from the edge.

"This is it, Stuart," she announced as she slipped one hand into her panties to touch herself for the second time that evening. "I'm going to stop talking until you've filled my mouth with your white, hot cum. Try to last as long as you can because I'd like to finish as well."

Stuart nodded, looking back at her mischievous eyes.

As Kitty began bobbing on Stuart's cock, I instinctively matched the pace of my own fingers to the movement in front of me.

She was young, and gorgeous, and I couldn't help but envy and admire her perfect little body crouched in front of my friend's husband, devouring his cock. Meanwhile Kitty's unthinking servant was upstairs, fucking Cheryl senseless.

Kitty was unstoppable. A succubus. A semen stealing sex witch.

When I saw her naked shoulders start to shake, I knew she was cumming and I felt overcome myself. My fingers strained at my clit and as the orgasm passed through me I realized what was happening.

Kitty was shooting the moon.

She wasn't like the rest of the women at this party. We loved when men gave us orgasms. But she loved sex. Not just receiving, but giving and taking... all of it. And I was willing to wager that she loved controlling other women's men at least as much as she loved sex.

And so by spending the whole game losing, she had won.

She had forced Diego to suck his own cock. Then she had made poor Quincy cum on command without ever touching him. Now she was fellating Stuart like a veteran whore. She had taken all of our men and done what she wanted to them in front of our very eyes.

And what about her partner? She had probably only been with Kayden for a few months. She had been a keyholder six times already. She was hardly bothered by the thought of lending him to Cheryl for a quick fuck. But meanwhile she had seduced each of our husbands, husbands who we had spent years training, and then she planted thoughts in their heads that they would never forget.

Just as I came to this realization I opened my eyes to see Stuart's body tense. His cock was spasming and Kitty was doing her best to collect all his jizz in her mouth. When he finished I saw her open her mouth wide for him. Tantalizingly slowly she let the cum spill out of her mouth and onto her tits. She rubbed it on like lotion so that her breasts glistened luridly. First the left, then the right, before spitting out another globule which dangled like some vulgar dessert from her hard nipple. Then she gathered his ejaculate up again, scooping it two fingers at a time back into her mouth before swallowing with a satisfied moan.