Season Two: Part I

You wake up to the soft warmth of a mouth wrapped around your cock. You barely have time to process that it’s the first day of NNN and the start of your and Karina’s new challenge, before a tongue flicks along the underside of your shaft, making your hips jerk. It’s not Karina. You know the difference instantly. Karina is all lips and slow, savoring teasing. This mouth is smaller and hungrier, the lips tighter as they slide down until you feel your tip pressed right against the back of her throat.

You blink, struggling to see through the haze. Long hair, black and spilling over your stomach. A hand wraps around your base, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth. She hums around you, a playful, taunting sound that sends a jolt of heat straight through your gut.

“W–Winter?”

The name slips out before you can stop it and she looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips are stretched tight around your cock, and her cheeks are hollowed as she lets you see every inch disappearing between them. Your body tenses.

“Mm?”

She hums, not stopping for a second. The vibration travels straight through you.

You want to stop her. You should stop her. This is wrong, this is insane, and Karina could walk in at any moment. But all you can do is clutch at the sheets, panting as Winter bobs her head faster, tongue swirling, hand squeezing your cock even tighter. You don’t know how she got here. She must’ve been too quiet to wake you up. You think, for one crazy moment, that Karina must have set this up. She joked about making you fail NNN again, about bringing in “reinforcements” to see how long you’d last. Is this her idea of a prank? A test?

Right now, you don’t even care. Winter’s mouth is so wet, so warm, and she’s moaning around your cock like getting you off is her favorite thing in the world. Her lips glide all the way down your shaft until your hips lift off the bed, the wet, hungry sounds echoing in the quiet, dreamlike morning. Her eyes still don’t leave yours and you feel yourself dangerously close to the edge, fighting not to give in. You want to say her name, to warn her, to beg her to slow down, but the words get stuck in your throat.

You force yourself to look away, desperate for any distraction that’ll keep you from losing it too soon. As your gaze drifts to the right, your brain stutters. There’s someone else lying beside you.

Ningning is sprawled on her side, propped up on one elbow, wearing nothing but a wicked smile on her face. She’s watching the scene of Winter sucking you off, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she gazes at Winter’s lips gliding along your length. When you meet her gaze, her eyes flicker with amusement. She leans a little closer, her voice a sultry purr.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

She whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your chest.

“We had a little bet who could wake you up with just her mouth, and I guess Winter won.”

She pouts, fake disappointment curling her lips, then grins.

“Too bad. I wanted a taste of your cock too. So, you better make it up to me.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, before you can form a reply, Ningning’s body moves, her thighs swinging over you. Suddenly, she’s kneeling above your head, her heat radiating down as she settles just above your lips, her pussy on full display. The scent of her arousal hits you instantly, dizzying and sweet.

Winter doesn’t pause for a second, her hand stroking you in perfect rhythm with her mouth, her moans vibrating straight through your core. Your world narrows to the sensations of Winter’s mouth driving you mad from below and Ningning’s pussy hovering just out of reach above you.

The younger one glances down at you, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. She bites her lip, her eyes gleaming.

“Well? You going to make it up to me, or do I have to sit here all morning, oppa?”

You barely have time to breathe before her hips sink lower, her soft warmth brushing over your mouth. You give in without thinking, licking a slow, teasing stripe along her folds. Ningning gasps, her body shuddering above you, and she rocks her hips against your tongue, urging you on.

Winter’s pace quickens, her cheeks hollowing, sucking you harder than ever, as Ningning rides your mouth, her breathy moans and needy whimpers filling the air. The bed creaks beneath you as you’re trapped between them, Winter’s relentless mouth, Ningning’s desperate, rolling hips. You’re helpless, overpowered, and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.

You force yourself to focus, to fight back that boiling pleasure Winter is building inside you with every slick, eager movement of her mouth. Your only hope is distraction, so you bury your tongue into Ningning, desperate to lose yourself in her taste instead of the maddening heat building below. She gasps the moment you lick her cunt, the sound ringing in your ears, her thighs trembling slightly as she settles her weight onto your face. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her down so you can really taste her. She’s soft, wet and intoxicating on your taste buds. You let your tongue flick and circle, teasing her clit and then diving lower, savoring every drop, every shiver of her body above you.

“Fuck-”

Ningning’s voice is already shaking as her hips start to rock.

“God, you’re good at that.”

She bites her lip, looking down at you, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Do you like it? Do I taste good for you, oppa?”

You groan into her, nodding as best you can with her pressed to your mouth. You answer with your tongue, giving her a long, slow lick, feeling her shudder.

“Tell me.”

She moans, hips rolling in slow circles as you suck gently on her clit

“Tell me how much you love my pussy. Tell me I taste better than anyone.”

Her voice cracks on a whimper when you push your tongue inside her again.

“Please, I need it. I want to hear it from you…right now.”

You want to talk but your silenced by Ningning grinding her pussy onto your tongue as Winter’s mouth relentlessly pushes you toward the edge with a steady, unyielding pace. The only thing keeping you from losing it is the way Ningning sounds above you, desperate for your approval, her body so responsive to every flick of your tongue. You finally manage to break away just enough to gasp.

“You taste fucking incredible,”

Your voice muffled by her thighs.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, Ningning. I could eat you for hours.”

She cries out, her hands flying to your hair, grinding herself down against your mouth.

“Oh my god, fuck-don’t stop. I want you to eat me every morning, I want you to love it-love me. Do you love how wet I get for you?”

You moan your answer, your tongue driving deeper, flicking and teasing her just the way she wants, giving her everything she needs and more. She’s writhing above you, moaning your name, while Winter’s mouth never lets up from your cock.

Ningning’s thighs clamp tighter around your head. Her muscles are trembling, but they’re still strong. Stronger than you expect. It becomes harder to breathe. Every gasp for air is laced with her scent as her slick cunt smears your lips and chin. You dig your nails into her thighs, desperate for a little leverage, but she only presses closer, holding you captive with her body. Your hands slide up, digging into her flesh, but she barely budges. If anything, she seems to revel in it, grinding herself against your mouth, letting out a needy, ragged whine.

“God, I love your mouth.”

Her voice is thick with heat.

“But do you like my thighs, too? Hm? Are they as good as my pussy, oppa?”

You try to nod, but she’s relentless, squeezing you between her legs, making you dizzy. Your lungs burn and you’re powerless beneath her, completely at her mercy. She tilts her hips just enough for you to catch a breath, her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back to her.

“Say it.”

She demands with a shaking voice.

“Tell me you love my thighs. Tell me you want to be smothered by me.”

Your answer is muffled, half choked by pleasure and desperation, but you manage.

“I love them. Fuck, Ningning, I love your thighs. Want you to squeeze me…never let go…”