Zed grabbed a piece of the tiramisu. He popped it into his mouth. The cocoa powder stuck to his lip.
-Wow. I could get used to this.
It mixed with the lingering taste of Alice.
Betty beamed. She watched him chew, clasping her hands together innocently.
-Do you like it? It’s a... family recipe. Very potent .
-Did you help Betty? Zed asked Deb.
Deb snorted into her water glass.
-Oh, absolutely. I'm basically the sous chef. I just supervised the... quality control .
-Is there a little bit of liquor in these? Zed asked. He felt a hum starting in his blood.
-Just a splash of amaretto, Betty whispered. And maybe a few extra dashes of something to help us all unwind.
She trailed a finger along his collarbone.
-You aren't feeling lightheaded yet, are you?
-I've been feeling lightheaded since you got here, Zed chuckled.
Alice scoffed. She leaned back against the counter, arms crossed.
-Please. We all know you snuck in some aphrodisiac nonsense to get lucky tonight. But I gotta warn ya', Betty, our boy here's already been thoroughly... stimulated .
She turned her piercing gaze to Zed. She trailed a finger along his jaw.
-Why don't you tell our guests just how thoroughly stimulated you are? Behind her, Betty bit her lip. Deb raised an eyebrow.
-Don't hold back now, stud.
-You're trying to get me going again aren't you? Zed asked.
He adjusted the denim. It was getting tight again.
-Guilty as charged, Alice smirked.
She reached out. She palmed him through the jeans. A firm, possessive squeeze.
-Seems like I'm doing a pretty good job.
Deb walked up behind Zed. She started rubbing his neck. Betty gasped softly, then sidled up beside Alice. Zed reached an arm out, wrapping it around Betty's waist.
Alice didn't hesitate. She unzipped him.
-You read my mind, Zed moaned.
He unbuttoned his pants. He sprang free. Heavy. Hard. Ready.
Betty inhaled sharply and reached out tentatively. She trailed a fingertip along the underside.
Zed guided her face toward him.
-Like this, Zed? You want me to...?
Betty placed a light kiss on the tip.
-Oh you know, Zed purred.
-Go on baby, don't tease, Alice whispered, leaning against his bicep. Put that sweet little mouth of yours to work. Show him how grateful we are .
She swiped her thumb across the tip, spreading the fluid, pushing it against Betty’s lips.
-I want to help, Deb purred.
Betty took Alice's thumb into her mouth, then replaced it with Zed. She wrapped her lips around him.
-Mmph... you taste divine, Zed. Like sin and spices...
Deb slithered around. She sank down next to Betty.
-I want to try too!
-Ugh, fine, Alice scoffed. There's plenty of him to go around. But watch and learn, rookie .
The kitchen descended into a wet, rhythmic chaos. Betty worked the head. Deb worked the base. Alice watched, arousal coiling in her gut, before she couldn't take it anymore. She sank to her knees.
Three women. One man.
-Damn, looks like someone woke the beast, Alice chuckled as Zed grabbed Deb’s hair.
He started to thrust into Deb’s throat. Brutal. Fast.
-Watch out, freshman. This stallion might break you!
-I'm a junior! Deb gagged.
Zed groaned. His legs shook.
-Here it comes!
Alice saw it coming. She lunged forward. She yanked Deb off.
-Mine. Now.
She sealed her lips around him just as he erupted. Thick. Hot. Bitter. She gulped it down, stealing every drop from the others.
-No fucking fair you bitch! Deb complained.
Alice pulled off with a lewd slurp. She wiped her mouth.
-Get your filthy paws off my prize, whore. Can't you see he's mine now?
Zed leaned back against the counter. Breathless.
-No need to fight girls... that was fantastic .
But the "special ingredients" weren't done. Zed looked at Deb, who was pouting. He looked at Alice, who was preening. He got hard again. Instantly.
-Holy shit, Zed, Alice said.
-Alice, Deb, don't fight, Zed growled.
He grabbed both of them by the hair.
-I'll play nice for your sake, stud, Alice snapped. But I'm marking my territory.
-Yeah, Zed grunted. Ok.
He pulled Alice up by her hair. He marched her to the kitchen table. He bent her over, right on top of the takeout containers.
-Zed, wait! Not on the food! Betty shrieked.
-She wants it right here doesn't she? Zed growled.
-Damn right I do, Alice grinned over her shoulder. Nothing better than a little food play .
She flipped her skirt up. No panties. She presented herself shamelessly.
Zed grabbed a chocolate. He fed it to Alice.
-Come help, Deb, he ordered.
Deb placed one hand on Alice's ass and grabbed Zed's cock with the other, rubbing it against Alice's dripping slit.
-You got anything left in there big boy?
Betty approached. Hesitant. Drawn in by the depravity.
-Let me help too.
She slid her fingers into Alice’s asshole. Stretching her. Prepping her.
-Mmmph, fuck... I need Zed's huge cock splitting me open...
-Push it in, Zed ordered Deb.
Deb shoved him inside. Alice screamed. A mixture of pain and pure ecstasy.
Zed set a brutal pace. The table shook. Curry sauce spilled onto the floor.
-Tell us what you want Alice!
-I... I want... Fuck, I want you to rail my ass until I scream, Zed! Pound me into this filthy table until I can't fucking walk straight!
Zed obliged. He hammered into her.
Deb dropped to her knees under the table, catching the juices, lapping at Alice. Betty stroked Alice’s hair, whispering safe words that nobody listened to.
Alice let out another scream as she convulsed. Her eyes rolled back. She shattered, her internal muscles clamping down on him. Deb sucked hard.
Zed finished a second later. He pulled out. He coated her backside.
Alice collapsed forward onto the sticky table. Ruined.
-I'm... utterly destroyed....
Deb popped up. She cleaned Zed off. Enthusiastic.
Alice cracked an eye open.
-Hey now. Greedy little cumslut....
Betty caressed Alice's trembling side.
-My goodness. That was quite intense.
Zed pulled his pants up. He looked at the spilled food. The wrecked women.
-The aphrodisiacs in the chocolate really did a number on Alice didn't they?
-I wasn't expecting such... intense results, Betty admitted.
Zed walked Deb to the hallway. Her dress was askew. Her face was smeared. She looked like she’d enjoyed every second of it.
Alice watched from the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Her legs shook, but her glare was steady.
-Careful, stud, she called out sharply. Remember whose bed you'll be warming tonight.
Zed ignored the taunt. He looked at Deb.
-You probably ought to clean up a little. There's a bathroom down here.
Deb giggled. She wiped a stray smear from the corner of her mouth.
-Oh gosh, you're totally right. Can't greet Jammer looking like this!
She skipped off toward the bathroom, humming cheerfully.
Alice whirled on Betty. Hands on hips.
-Really, Betts? You let her clean him off?
Betty bit her lip. She looked at the spilled curry and the wrecked table.
-I... I suppose there's no harm in a friendly exploration....
-Friendly? Alice scoffed. She practically swallowed him whole.
The bathroom door opened. Deb emerged. Fresh. Fixated. Like nothing had happened.
-All better!
Deb turned to Alice and Betty.
-I can't believe you two were hiding all this, she whispered. Don't go not answering your phones because you're cock crazy .
Then Zed walked her to the front door.
-Thanks for stopping by, Deb.
He stepped out onto the porch with her. The rain had stopped completely. The air was fresh.
Standing in the middle of the front yard, exactly where they had left him, was Jammer.
He was staring off into the middle distance.
-He's still there? Zed asked, amazed.
-Yeah, Deb said, waving. He always waits for me.
She trotted down the steps. She linked her arm with Jammer’s.
-Ready to go, babe?
Jammer blinked. He looked at Deb. Then at Zed. He nodded once.
-Perimeter secure.
They walked off toward the car.
Zed watched them go. He shook his head. He stepped back inside and locked the door.