[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 792 & 793. (Patreon)

Chapter 792: Let’s play some more (Part 1).

Yeah, that last bit was a bit of a screw up on my part. Everyone’s mood soured a little at the idea of me dying from… sex starvation, and I know for sure I wouldn’t be happy to listen to the girls talk about the possibility of them dying. Diana took the matter into her own hands and shut me up before I could crew up anymore, so big thanks to her. 

Her wet, naked body against mine and the taste of her tongue made my dick throb. Even after three orgasms, my lust wasn’t decreasing. Every climax was great, somehow both exhilarating and relaxing at the same time. But soon after coming down from that high, the hunger from another grew.

Interestingly enough, it isn’t as infuriating as it sounds. It’s not like infinitely scratching an itch that doesn’t go away. It’s more like… eating the best meals without getting sick or even full. 

Like eating for the pleasure of eating, this was sex for the pleasure of sex. That’s what I am now, and there’s no denying it or even a point to resisting it. I think I still have a hard time coming to terms with it, though, still seeing myself as the awkward shut-in from a year ago who’d never be liked by a girl, let alone seven.

But… being able to go from making out with Diana to making out with Fern in an instant, just by pulling her closer to me… It was literally having my wildest fantasies come true.

Fern put her hand on my chest, rubbing it as I sucked on her tongue. At the same time, Diana was kissing my neck while she found my cock underwater, stroking it and feeling it throb in her hand.

Smothered on both sides, I was in heaven. I was switching back and forth between kissing Fern and kissing Diana while groping their tits and their thighs, and we were slowly getting caught up in our own little world. I like foreplay. It’s fun.

“Hey, Mila, do you still have that truth or dare app installed?” Sarah asked.

“Ah! No, I don’t!” Mila said, sounding pissed. “They had an update that toned everything down and made it so damn boring! And I paid for the thing, too!”

“Oh, that sucks,” Noelle said, sounding just as offended.

“You want to play truth or dare, Sarah?” Alice asked, chuckling.

“Last time we did it was fun,” Sarah said.

“It was,” Grace said. “I’m sure we can come up with things ourselves, though.”

“Do you three want to play or are we getting in your way?” Mila asked teasingly.

I broke my kiss with Diana and looked at her. She smirked, glanced at Mila, saying, “I’ll play,” before she went back to kissing my shoulder. I got shivers.

I turned to look at Fern, who was smiling excitedly yet trying to hold it back. “I’ve… never played truth or dare before,” she said, still clinging onto me, my arm comfortably between her boobs.  “I want to play, but I’m a little nervous.”

“Nervous? After… everything?” Noelle asked her, chuckling.

“Yeah, I suppose it’s dumb to be nervous by now,” Fern admitted, laughing.

“Who’ll start?” I asked.

“Oliver, truth or dare?” Mila began, answering the question.

“Um… truth,” I said.

“If you could only do it in one position with each of us, which position would you choose for whom?”

“Oh, that’s a good question,” Sarah said, nodding in approval.

“She had it ready, too,” Alice said, laughing.

“So… a different position for each of you?” I asked. Mila nodded. “Ugh, that’s tough…” I gave myself a moment to think about it, trying not to get distracted by Diana stroking my cock and Fern’s kisses close to my ear.

“Let’s see… Missionary with Mila, lap sitting with Grace, carrying against the wall with Sarah, prone bone with Noelle, standing from behind with Alice, cowgirl with Diana and doggy with Fern.”

Fern grinned against my neck. “Really? Doggy with me?”

“You like it and your butt is too damn sexy,” I told her. She giggled.

“Against the wall with me, though?” Sarah asked, conflicted. “I mean, I love it, but I can see it getting uncomfortable after a while.”

“Well, duh,” Mila said. “I love missionary despite it being vanilla as hell, but I’d want to change things up, too. The question’s just for fun.”

Diana nibbled my ear playfully. “Do you really like how I ride you that much?”

“Yeah…” I said, swallowing.

“Can I switch positions with Grace?” Alice asked. “If it’s the only position I’d ever be able to do, I’d like to be able to sit.”

“Back off, the couch is mine, he made his choice,” Grace said.

Noelle giggled. “I’m okay with prone bone, actually.”

“Okay, Oliver, you go,” Mila said.

“Let’s see… Noelle, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” the redhead said.

“You livestream using an avatar, so nobody sees you. Have you ever streamed in your underwear or something like that?”

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we’ve never asked her that,” Grace said, laughing.

Noelle blushed and fidgeted. “N-Not in my underwear, but I have streamed a couple of times wearing a skimpy, pajama camisole. I hadn’t even brushed my hair. It was an early morning stream…”

“I swear, you’d get a much bigger audience if you used an actual webcam and showed just a bit of that massive cleavage of yours,” Mila said.

“Probably,” Noelle admitted. “I’d also get a lot more weirdos watching.”

“That’s true.”

“So it’s my turn now?” Noelle asked. “Um… Sarah, truth or dare?”

“Dare me,” the blonde said.

The redhead looked at me, down at my crotch under the water and licked her lips. “Think you can… give Oliver an underwater blowjob?”

“Can I?” Sarah smirked and licked her lips. “Have I ever told you you’re my favorite, Noelle?”

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Chapter 793: Let’s play some more (Part 2).

Sarah lasted TWO full minutes underwater with my cock in her mouth, and though she didn’t bob her head, nor deepthroated me, she kept a thigh seal around my shaft with her lips and rolled her tongue around it.

Honestly, her constantly moving tongue was reassurance that she was doing fine, it was hard to enjoy it since we were all nervous and shocked that she’d last for that long.

After those two minutes, she finally let go, rose with a big gasp and and even bigger smirk. “Damn, I’m good…” she said, licking her lips while breathing deeply.

“A-Are you okay?” I asked her, watching the color of her face, her cheeks and eyes. She did seem fine, no signs of asphyxia or anything. The girls also seemed a bit alarmed.

“I’m fine,” Sarah said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips for further reassurance. “I’m a little surprised, too, but I was confident I’d be able to last. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m sure I have the best lung capacity here, save maybe for you, babe.”

“I’m not sure I’d be able to last two minutes…” I said.

“I think the world record without preparation oxygen is like nine minutes for women, so two is not THAT impressive.” …Sarah really is built different from all of us. “Anyway, it’s my turn now, isn’t it? Alice, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Alice answered.

“...Fake an orgasm. Moan like you’re having one.”

“Oh, that’s…! Ugh!” Alice’s face went red. Well, she was already blushing a bit from the heat of the water and the steamy atmosphere, but now she went RED red.

Noelle and Mila laughed.

“Oh, that’s great!” Mila said. “THIS is a dare.”

“You hit her right where it hurts, huh?” Grace said with a wry, sympathetic smile.

I couldn’t help but grin. I suppose we’ve grown so used to sex stuff that dares like that mean little. Faking an orgasm, though, is embarrassing.

“Dammit, fine! Here goes…” Alice took a deep breath, closed her eyes and… “Ah… A-Ahn… Mngmms… uuuuh…”

The girls, save Diana and Fern who had the decency to keep it to themselves, burst out laughing from how bad those fake moans were.

“Holy crap, I didn’t think it’d be that bad! Ahaha!” Sarah said.

“Well, at least we know you haven’t faked any orgasms with us,” Noelle teased, smirking from ear to ear.

“Oh, shut up…” Alice pouted and crossed her arms. “Grace, truth or dare?”

“Truth because you’ll make me fake an orgasm, too, if I choose dare.”

“Dammit!” Alice grumbled. “Well, then… HAVE you ever faked an orgasm? During actual sex?”

“Oh, that hits where it hurts, too,” Noelle said, now grinning at Grace.

“You’re so petty. I didn’t even asked the question…” Grace pouted, too, then sighed. “Yes, I have…”

“I KNEW IT!” I said, causing everyone to laugh. Didn’t expect my joke to land that well, to be honest.

Grace chuckled and shook her head. “Not with you, obviously. If I was able to fake an orgasm in front of you, I’d be the best actress in the world. No, it was with a previous guy. I… liked him a fair bit, we had a pretty good relationship, actually. We even broke up on good terms. He… wasn’t good in bed, though, so… yeah, I faked it a few times. Didn’t want him to feel bad.”

“Rare story of Grace Valentine actually being a good person? In this economy?” Noelle said, causing another round of laughter.

“Oh, come on,” Fern interjected. “Grace IS a good person.”

Grace smiled. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Fern, but they have a point. I don’t have a history of being the nicest woman. Even faking an orgasm is only arguably a good thing. You could make a case that I was lying to the guy.”

“...I guess.” Fern didn’t seem to like hearing that. To her, Grace was someone who had helped her in different ways, from her art to, well, getting her closer to our group. It was probably hard for her to imagine Grace being… cruel. Then again, that side of her had mostly left already.

“Alright, for my turn… Diana, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Diana said.

“Just jump him already, woman. You’ve held back enough,” Grace said.

Diana chuckled. “Any particular condition?”

“Just keep it inside the hot tub,” Grace said.

Diana looked at me and shrugged. “A dare’s a dare, dear.”

“So it is…”

Diana stood up, and water dripped off her curvy, voluptuous body. I wasn’t the only one who stared. Even if the girls had somewhat similar body-types, Diana just had an aura that seemed to demand attention even if she didn’t want it. I love this woman and lust for her with every fiber of my body, and I think even the girls would admit to having at least a small crush on her. Well, sucks for them because Diana’s mine!

Diana turned around, her butt towards me, and slowly sank down, sitting on my lap. My dick got caught between her butt cheeks, something she took advantage of by grinding on it with the excuse of getting comfortable.

“Mmm… While I’m busy here… Fern, truth or dare?” Diana casually continued.

“Hm? O-Oh, um… D-Dare?” Fern answered, caught off guard.

“...I want you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, spread those nice, long legs of yours and start masturbating until either you or I come. Think you can do that for me?”

There was a… very subtle yet very powerful sort of… gentle dom tone to Diana’s tone that sent shivers down all our spines. The good, delicious kind of shivers. Hell, even Fern liked it, because…

…wordlessly, Fern stood up, her body every bit as stunning as Diana’s, yet the brown color of her skin set her drastically apart from everyone else. She sat down where told, spread her legs, and with eyes locked on us, slid two full fingers inside her pussy just as my shaft slid inside Diana’s.

The older woman leaned back against me, rocking her hips back and forth with slow, restrained movements to avoid creating big waves on the water. I moved my hands up her body and squeezed her massive chest, letting my finger sink into them while I took my turn kissing her neck and shoulder.

“Mmm..!” Fern moaned softly, her finger starting to move faster. She grabbed one of her own tits and pinched its nipple, twisting and pulling it.

Diana, instead, breathed deeply and slowly, matching the rhythm of her hips. Her pussy gripped me hard, squeezed me with twists that pulled me deeper inside. Her pussy was hotter than the water of the tub.

A quick glance towards the girls showed me that Mila had taken her phone and was recording the scene, likely with both Diana and Fern in the frame.

Whether being recorded turned them on more or this was the result of all the foreplay from before, neither of them lasted more than five minutes. Diana came first, stiffening against me as her pussy pulsed on my cock. Per dare rules, 

Fern should’ve stopped there, but she was so close that she went on for 20 more seconds, bringing herself over the edge to her fourth orgasm of the night. She trembled with her head thrown back, her long, damp dark hair hanging behind her and her chest thrust forward.

I chuckled, and while groping Diana’s boob, I said, “You’re all really horny tonight, huh?”

The mix of groaning and pouting said the same thing as the precise words would have.

“Like you’re one to talk.”