A Connection Worth Licking

"Just like this," Jezabelle said, pressing close to Chad's neck, her breath warm and deliberate against his skin. Each exhale lingered, a wordless message. Then, with a slow, purposeful motion, her tongue traced the shape of a 6—bold, intentional—leaving a damp imprint on the left side of his neck.

Next, Marissa leaned in, following Jezabelle's lead. Her breath hovered on the other side of Chad's neck, warm and deliberate, before her tongue traced a precise 9 against his skin. The mirrored sensation of both markings sent a shiver racing down his spine.

Chad wondered if this was really the best method. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just sent me a text first? Then I could reply with my number?"

They ignored him and sat down on the bottom steps of the staircase. Naked, Marissa parted her legs as she settled onto the steps, her posture casual but deliberate. Jezabelle, taking a moment to adjust, finally pulled off her backwards-worn swimsuit. Chad's eyes locked onto her body as she stood, and he finally got to see her exposed butt and bush... Wait... there was nothing there... no trim, no fuzz—it was completely shaved. His gaze lingered, captivated by the smoothness, the absence of hair. It reminded him of a shaved sphinx, so clean and sleek. He had never seen one like that before, and something about it felt unfamiliar—strange, even. He couldn't take his eyes away.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Chaddy? Like what you see?" Marissa teased, her voice low as she began to rub it. The swim girls, with synchronised movements, pushed their fingers deep inside, each movement deliberate, going further with each press.

Chad had been so absorbed in inspecting her shaved sphinx, his focus fixed, when suddenly, her hands intervened, breaking his intense stare and distracting him from his research.

Jezabelle, smirking at the situation, leaned in and asked, "I bet you have... quite the extensive contact list on there. I'm sure you could fit in a couple more... spaces… for us two special girls."

Seeing the moment as a prime opportunity to flex, Chadwick straightened up, his chest swelling a little. "Yeah, I've got loads of contacts—like my grandmother, aunt, step-cousins, sister, mother, great-aunt, godmother, female cousins once removed, second cousins, distant relatives from both sides, a few family friends, and Aiden Finn... oh, and my dog, of course."

"I'm sure they'd love to receive your digits... in this way," Jezabelle said, her fingers trailing up between her legs as she made the statement, her voice sultry and teasing.

Chad almost threw up a little at the thought of going down on Aiden Finn. His dog wouldn't be too bad... but Aiden Finn? No, no, no... heck no.

He didn't mean to bring up his dog anyway. His dog had been killed a few years ago, and Chadwick's father—John Wick—had been trying to track down the person who killed it. He hadn't seen his father in a while, but he hoped he was okay. The only reason he still kept his pet dog's number in his phone was in case it ever wanted to contact him again. Deleting his doggo's number felt too final... like it was deleting what was left of his doggo from the world. He had thought about buying a specialised doggo Ouija board to contact his unalive doggo, with words like "woof," "arf," "bark," "ruff," "grr," and so on written on it for the planchette to move over. But he was too worried that he might get in touch with an evil spirit doggo—like a chihuahua or something.

He looked at the naked girls, the two who had seen him naked. Once you've seen someone naked, and they've seen you naked, there's an unspoken shift, a quiet understanding that makes everything feel a little less awkward, a bit more relaxed. It's like a bond forms, built on shared vulnerability. Chad's mind drifted as he watched them, his thoughts wandering in strange, almost absurd directions. He recalled when they swallowed his cum, and for some reason, the thought made him uneasy. What was it doing inside their body right at this moment? Could the cum be resting in their little bellies, quietly settling into place?

His imagination took over, and he wondered what if—what if the cum isn't just staying put, but actually began to shift, mutate, changing in ways he couldn't even fathom? What if it started growing, expanding—transforming into something far more sinister than anyone could imagine? Could it become like some kind of alien parasite, writhing and pulsing, slowly taking over? Or worse yet, could it morph into a monstrous, slime-like creature, just waiting for the right moment to hatch and wreak havoc?

The smell of wallpaper paste lingered in the air, and for a moment, Chad couldn't quite place it. He glanced down and saw the two swim girls still naked on the stairwell steps, their legs spread wide, an unsettling yet tantalising sight.

"We are waiting…" Jezabelle said, her voice drawing his attention.

Chad couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like, whether one girl tasted better than the other. Do all girls taste the same down there?

Jezabelle repeated herself, her voice a little slower this time, "We… meaning… me… and my pussycat."

"...and my... wild... wild one," Marissa said, her voice trailing off.

Chad got to it and placed his head between Jezabelle's open legs and took a deep breath of her scent. It wasn't unpleasant—just overpowering at first—but soon, he found himself liking it. His thoughts drifted, and he tried to remember his phone number. "I think it's 1-800-123...?"

Well Doing the 1-digit was easy, he thought, as he licked a straight line from the bottom of her pussy, all the way up. He felt her body shiver, a delicate twitch of pleasure that sent a ripple through her. A soft, needy moan escaped her lips, breathy and full of desire.

I guess she understood that input.

He does the 8-digit next, which involves a lot of circular movements and twists of the tongue as he wrote it. After he finished, she let out a soft "Mmm-mmmm-m-mmm~! Mmm~!"

Then, she let out a long, breathy "Oh... oh~."

"They're the next two digits!! How did you know?! 0 and 0," Chad exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

Jezabelle's breath caught, her body trembling slightly. A soft, breathy moan slipped from her lips: "Ah~! M-m-more~! More~!" Her voice quivered, caught in a fragile pull between wanting more and losing patience. She gasped again, her words coming out in a shaky whisper, "Then write them! Don't speak them… Fool."

Chad entered the final digits.

M-m-mmm~! F-feels~ S-so good~! Ahh~! Jezabelle tightened her grip on his hair, biting her lip to stifle a louder moan. Her legs quivered with pleasure as she arched her back, panting heavily.

His mind drifted briefly to his phone number, and he picked a stray pubic hair from between his teeth. A strange, sweet scent of roses now clung to him, intoxicating, and he wondered if he entered the number correctly. He paused, realising he might have typed two 3s at the end instead of a 2 and a 3. He mumbled, "I think I inputted my number wrong."

"A-Ahh... Ahh~~!" she moaned happily. "If you inputted it wrong... Nnnnh~~! Ahhh~!... you'll have to start again..." She gasped, her voice light and breathy. "Ah~! A-ah~! Ah~! M-my... from the start..." She let out one final, blissful moan, her breath shallow and content.

"M-my, my, you two are really having fun back there… I can't wait for when you're done with her to give me what I want." Marissa said, lifting her legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, spreading them wide for Mister Chad. She finished with, "…your full email address."

He was happy to do this. Besides, it's good practice for when he gets home to his waifu—and it'll sharpen his oral skills with her. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will input my digits again...slowly so I don't mess up this time."

"Jezabelle moaned excitedly, "Ahhh, yesss!!"