Chapter 2: Rising Action
The locker room was a symphony of dripping water and muffled chatter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the faint aroma of the industrial-strength soap that lingered in the showers. The girls had stripped down to their sports bras and underwear, their bodies glistening with a sheen of perspiration. The metal lockers clanged shut one by one, the sound echoing in the cramped, windowless space.
Emily, her dark hair still damp from the shower, sat on the bench, her hands fidgeting with the straps of her bag. She thought about what the girls talked about regarding the exploration of their large spit-coated silicone mouthguards.
The idea seemed absurd, yet it also held a certain allure. She couldn't shake off the curiosity that gnawed at her.
Just then, Taylor emerged from the showers, her skin flushed pink from the hot water. She hesitated at the edge of the room, her eyes darting nervously between her teammates.
"Feeling better?" Emily asked, keeping her voice casual.
Taylor nodded, wrapping her towel tighter around her. "Yeah, thanks. I just... I don't know about this, you guys.
It feels... weird," Taylor said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at her teammates, her eyes wide with uncertainty.
Emily, understanding Taylor's apprehension, offered her a reassuring smile. We're just having a conversation here. If you're not comfortable with this, that's perfectly fine."
Emma, ever the voice of reason, chimed in. "Emily's right, Taylor. There's no pressure here. We're just exploring the idea of having a mouthguard fetish.
No one's going to judge you if you don't want to participate."
Emma's words seemed to ease Taylor's tension. She let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. I'll... I mean, I've never even kissed a girl before, let alone... anything else."
Sarah, with her usual bluntness, asked, "Well, is that something you'd like to change?"
Taylor blushed, her eyes widening. "I-I don't know. Maybe?"
Emily chuckled, "There's no rush, Taylor.
As the sound of running water filled the locker room, Emily turned to her remaining teammates. "So, where do we start?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Emma shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, we are already wearing the mouthguards, aren't we?" Sarah replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. She was lounging on the bench, her wet hair dripping onto her towel-wrapped form. "Maybe we should start by... getting used to them again."
Emily raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You mean, put them back in?"
Sarah grinned, holding up her mouthguard, which she had taken out after the game. "Why not? It's not like we haven't been doing it all season."
Emma, who was in the process of braiding her hair, paused and looked at them.
"You know, I've been thinking about this," she said, her voice thoughtful. "I mean, we've been wearing these mouthguards for months now, and we've never really... explored them, you know? Not like this."
Emily nodded, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, 'explored'?"
Emma shrugged, her gaze dropping to the mouthguard in her hand. "I mean, we've been using them for protection, but what if there's more to them? What if there's some way we can... enjoy them?
What if there's some way we can find pleasure in them, rather than just using them for protection?" Emma asked, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.
Sarah, who had been listening intently, grinned. "I like where this is going. So, what do you suggest, Em? A mouthguard orgy?" she joked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Emma rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "No, not quite. I was thinking more along the lines of... sharing. You know, one of us wears the mouthguard, and the others... explore it.
We can start slow, just a taste, just a touch," she said, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet determination.
Emily found herself nodding, her eyes locked with Emma's. "Okay," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's... let's try it."
Sarah clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, who's first?" she asked, looking around the group.
Taylor, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly spoke up. "I... I'll go first," she said, her voice barely audible.
The other three turned to look at her, surprise etched on their faces. Taylor, the shy one, the reserved one, was volunteering to be the first to explore this new territory?
"Are you sure, Taylor?" She wanted to make sure Taylor wasn't just doing this to fit in or impress them. This had to be something she genuinely wanted to do.
Taylor nodded, her eyes darting nervously between her teammates. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I'm the one who's never done anything like this before, right? Maybe it's time I...
dipped my toes in the water, so to speak," Taylor said, her voice gaining a little more confidence with each word. She took a deep breath, her eyes determined. "So, what do I need to do?"
Emma, who had been watching Taylor with a mixture of surprise and admiration, spoke up. "Well, first, you'll need to put your mouthguard back in. Then, we can start... exploring. But remember, Taylor, we'll go at your pace. If you're not comfortable with something, just say so, and we'll stop.
Okay?" Emma's voice was gentle yet firm, her eyes reflecting the trust she had in her teammates.
Taylor nodded, her throat tightening with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She picked up her mouthguard from where she had left it on the bench, wiping it clean with her towel before placing it in her mouth. The familiar sensation of the silicone against her teeth and tongue sent a shiver down her spine, a reminder of the unexpected feelings it had stirred within her during the game.
Emily, noticing Taylor's unease, gave her a reassuring smile. "You look great, Taylor. That blue silicone really makes your cheeks puff.
It's kinda cute," Sarah quipped, breaking the tension in the room. Taylor managed a small, nervous laugh, her eyes flicking to Sarah before dropping to the floor. "Thanks, I guess." Emma, ever the careful one, stepped forward. "Okay, Taylor, let's start slow. Why don't you just hold your mouthguard in place while we... get used to it." She glanced at Emily and Sarah, who nodded in agreement. Taylor nodded, her eyes wide but determined.
Emma reached out first, her fingers gently pressing against Taylor's cheek, just below the mouthguard.
Taylor flinched slightly at the initial contact, but she didn't pull away. Emma's touch was soft, almost reverent, as if she was handling something precious. She traced the curve of Taylor's cheek, her thumb brushing against the smooth silicone of the mouthguard.
Emily watched the scene unfold, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump. She glanced at Sarah, who was watching with rapt attention, her eyes wide and curious.
Sarah, as if sensing Emily's gaze, turned to her.
"Well, aren't you going to join in?" she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. Emily hesitated, her eyes flicking back to Taylor and Emma. She could see the tension in Taylor's shoulders, the way she was holding her breath as Emma's fingers explored the contours of her face. She could also see the focus in Emma's eyes, the careful, deliberate way she was touching Taylor, as if she was trying to memorize every line and curve.
Emily took a deep breath, her decision made. She stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to startle Taylor.
She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Taylor's other cheek, mirroring Emma's touch. Taylor's eyes flicked to hers, a hint of surprise in them, but she didn't pull away.
Emily offered her a small, reassuring smile. "We're in this together, Taylor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Taylor nodded, her eyes darting between Emily and Emma, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts.
Sarah, watching from the sidelines, let out a low whistle. "Well, this is getting interesting," she commented, her voice barely above a whisper.
She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Taylor's mouthguard. "Mind if I join in?" she asked, her gaze flicking up to meet Taylor's.
Taylor hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. She swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "I-I guess not," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
Sarah grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of Taylor's mouthguard, where it met her lips. Taylor flinched at the initial contact, but she didn't pull away. Taylor felt huge amounts of spit pooling in her mouth, covering the silicone mouthguard in all her juices. The other girls noticed this too, and they were turned on by the sight. Emma decided that she had to feel and taste Taylor's spit.
She moved closer and slowly, deliberately, licked the edge of Taylor's mouthguard where it met her lips. Taylor let out a small gasp, her eyes widening in surprise. Emma could taste the salty sweetness of Taylor's spit, mixed with the faint hint of mint from the mouthguard. She felt a surge of arousal, her pussy throbbing with desire.
"Fuck, that's hot," Sarah muttered, her eyes locked onto Emma's tongue as it traced the edge of Taylor's mouthguard. She couldn't resist any longer.
Emma grabbed Taylor's face, her fingers digging into her cheeks, and pulled her in for a kiss. Their mouths met, the silicone of their mouthguards squelching against each other, coating their lips in a mix of spit and saliva. Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she moaned into Emma's mouth, her tongue pushing against the silicone barrier, eager to explore.
Sarah, watching the scene unfold, felt a surge of desire. She couldn't believe how fucking hot this was. She wanted in.
She wanted to taste Taylor's mouthguard, to feel the slick silicone against her own tongue. She wanted to be a part of this, to explore this newfound desire with her teammates. Without hesitation, Sarah leaned in, her lips meeting Taylor's cheek, just below the mouthguard. She could feel the heat of Taylor's skin, the slight dampness from her post-shower glow. She could also feel the edge of the mouthguard, the smooth silicone pressing against her lips.
Taylor turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Sarah's. There was a hint of surprise in them, but also a spark of excitement.
Sarah, emboldened by Taylor's response, moved her lips closer to the mouthguard, her tongue darting out to touch the silicone. It was smooth and cool, the minty taste of the mouthguard lingering on her tongue. She could feel Taylor's breath, hot and rapid, against her face.
Taylor's eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Sarah could feel the vibration of Taylor's moan against her lips, the sound muffled by the mouthguard. She felt a surge of desire, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted more.
Sarah's tongue pressed harder against the mouthguard, tracing the outline of Taylor's lips. She could feel the heat of Taylor's mouth, the wetness of her spit seeping through the silicone. Taylor's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sarah could feel the rise and fall of her own chest, in sync with Taylor's.
Emma, still kissing Taylor, let out a soft moan. Her hands roamed over Taylor's body, tracing the curves of her muscles. She could feel the firmness of Taylor's breasts, the softness of her stomach.
Taylor's hands, initially tentative, began to explore Emma's body in return. They traced the lines of her muscles, the curve of her hips. Emma could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her belly.
Sarah, not wanting to be left out, moved her hands to Taylor's waist. She could feel the faint tremble in Taylor's muscles, the hitch in her breath. She traced the edge of Taylor's sports bra, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of her stomach. Taylor shivered, her breath catching in her throat.
Emily, watching the scene unfold, felt a pang of jealousy.
She wanted to be a part of this, to feel Taylor's body pressed against hers, to taste her spit on the mouthguard. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do.
"Hey, Taylor," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Why don't you take out your mouthguard for a moment?"
Taylor pulled away from Emma and Sarah, her eyes meeting Emily's. There was a moment of hesitation before she nodded, her fingers reaching up to remove the mouthguard.
As she took it out, a flood of spit gushed forth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. The sight of it made Emily's heart race, her pussy pulsing with desire.
Taylor looked at the mouthguard, now coated in her spit, and then at Emily. "What do you want me to do with it?"
Emily, trying to keep her voice steady, replied, "Give it to me."
Taylor hesitated for a moment before handing the mouthguard to Emily.
The silicone was slick with her spit, and Emily could feel the heat radiating from it as she took it in her hand. She looked at it, then back at Taylor, and felt a surge of courage. She couldnt resist the urge to try the slippery, stinking mouthguard.
She slowly approached the object, her steps hesitant, her heart pounding in her chest. As she drew closer, the scent of Taylor's spit filled the air, a potent, overwhelming aroma that seemed to hang in the very atmosphere. It was a smell that was both repulsive and strangely intoxicating, a dichotomy that sent a shiver down her spine. Yet, as she inhaled deeply, she found herself unable to pull away, her nostrils flaring as she took in the musky, heady scent. Her stomach churned, a mix of revulsion and desire warring within her. But as she looked at Taylor, her eyes met her, and she felt a fire ignite within her, a hunger she hadn't known she possessed. It was a hunger that seemed to consume her, a primal, animalistic need that she could not ignore. She stood before her, her body trembling, her eyes locked onto hers.
"Emily, what are you doing?" Taylor asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of fear.
Emily held up the mouthguard, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I'm exploring, Taylor.
Just like we all are," Emily replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She looked at the mouthguard, now coated in Taylor's spit, and felt a surge of courage. She couldn't resist the urge to taste it, to feel the slick silicone against her own tongue.
She raised the mouthguard to her lips, her eyes locked with Taylor's. She could see the surprise in her teammate's eyes, the hint of fear. But she also saw something else - a spark of curiosity, a glimmer of excitement.
Emily took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
She could feel the weight of her teammates' gazes, their eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to know what this was like, to taste Taylor's spit, to feel the silicone against her own tongue.
She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to touch the slick surface of the mouthguard. The taste was overwhelming - salty and sweet, with a faint hint of mint from the mouthguard itself. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body, straight to her core. She just had to put the entire thing in her mouth.
She had to feel the full extent of Taylor's spit, to let it coat her entire tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She pushed the mouthguard further in, her lips closing around the silicone, and sucked. The taste was intense, a burst of salt and sweetness that made her head spin. She could feel Taylor's eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only served to heighten her arousal. The feeling of wearing a damp, spit covered mouthguard immediately turned her on.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties growing damp with her arousal. She looked at her teammates, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. She could see the same hunger reflected in their gazes, the same desire that was coursing through her veins.
"Fuck, that's hot," Sarah breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her own pussy pulsing, her panties growing damp as she watched Emily suck on Taylor's mouthguard. She couldn't believe how fucking horny this was making her.
She had never thought of herself as the type to get off on something like this, but here she was, her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked, all because Emily had put Taylor's spit-covered mouthguard in her mouth and sucked on it like a fucking lollipop.
Sarah couldn't take it anymore. She needed to touch herself, to feel some kind of release from the tension that was building inside her. She looked around the locker room, her eyes landing on the worn-out bench in the middle of the room. Without a word, she walked over to it, her steps hurried.
She didn't care if her teammates were watching, she needed this. She needed to come, to release the tension that was building inside her. She sat down on the bench, her legs spreading automatically, her skirt riding up to reveal her thighs. She could feel the cool air against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the fire that was burning inside her.
She looked up, her eyes meeting her teammates'. They were watching her, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Sarah didn't care, she could only think of the slimy mouthguard stuck in Emily's mouth.
She could see the spit dripping down her chin, the way Emily's tongue was pushing against the silicone, tasting Taylor's spit. She let out a low moan, her fingers sliding under her skirt, pushing her panties aside. She could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness coating her fingers as she slid them inside.
"Fuck, that's so hot," she groaned, her hips bucking against her hand. She could hear the sounds of her teammates, their breathing heavy, their moans filling the locker room.
She wasn't the only one who was turned on by this, who was losing control. She looked up, her eyes meeting Taylor's. There was a hint of surprise in Taylor's eyes, but also a spark of excitement. Sarah could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard and visible through her sports bra.
"Touch yourself, Taylor," Sarah commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Show us how much you like this."
Taylor hesitated for a moment before her hand moved to her breast, her fingers squeezing her nipple through the fabric of her sports bra.
She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the sensation.
"Fuck, yes," Sarah groaned, her fingers moving faster, her thumb rubbing against her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly. She looked at her teammates, their eyes locked onto Taylor, their breathing heavy. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the same desire that was coursing through her veins.
"Take off your bra, Taylor," Emily commanded, her voice steady despite the fact that she still had the mouthguard in her mouth.
She could feel the saliva pooling in her mouth, mixing with the remnants of Taylor's spit still coating the silicone. She wanted to taste more of it, to feel it dripping down her chin, her neck, her breasts.
Taylor hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her back and unhooking her sports bra. She let it fall to the floor, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confinement. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention, begging to be touched.
"Fuck, look at those tits," Sarah groaned, her fingers still moving frantically between her legs.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension in her belly coiling tighter and tighter. She wanted to watch Taylor come undone, to see her breasts bouncing as she rode out her pleasure.
Taylor's eyes flicked to Sarah, a hint of embarrassment in them. But as she looked around the locker room, meeting the eyes of her teammates, she felt a surge of confidence. She could see the desire in their eyes, the hunger that matched her own. She felt powerful, sexy, and she wanted to embrace it.
She reached up, her fingers squeezing her nipples, pinching them lightly.
A soft moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back, exposing the long line of her neck. Emily's eyes followed the movement, her gaze locking onto the pulse point at the base of Taylor's throat. She could see the blood pumping through her veins, the evidence of her arousal. She wanted to taste it, to feel the heat of Taylor's skin against her tongue.
"Come here, Taylor," Emily said, her voice low and commanding. She removed the mouthguard from her mouth, letting it dangle from her fingers. Taylor's eyes flicked to it, a hint of uncertainty in them. But she didn't hesitate.
She walked towards Emily, her steps sure and confident. She stood before her, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and begging for touch. Emily could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger that matched her own.
"Turn around," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible. Taylor complied, turning her back to Emily. Emily could see the curve of her spine, the way her muscles flexed with each breath she took. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Taylor's back, from her shoulders down to the curve of her ass.
Taylor shivered at the touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
She could feel the heat of Emily's fingers against her skin, the light pressure as they traced the curve of her spine. She wanted more, needed more. She could feel the ache between her legs, the throbbing of her clit as it begged for attention.
Emily's fingers reached the waistband of Taylor's shorts, and she hesitated for a moment. She looked up, her eyes meeting Taylor's over her shoulder. There was a question in her gaze, a silent request for permission. Taylor nodded, her eyes locked with Emily's, her heart pounding in her chest.
She wanted this, needed this. She needed Emily's touch, needed to feel her fingers against her skin, needed to explore this newfound desire with her teammates.
Emily took that as her cue, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Taylor's shorts. She pulled them down slowly, revealing the curve of Taylor's ass, the smooth skin taut and toned from years of playing field hockey. Taylor stepped out of her shorts, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts.
Emily's fingers traced the curve of Taylor's ass, her touch light and tantalizing.
Taylor let out a soft moan, her head drooping forward, her hair curtains falling around her face. Emily could see the goosebumps erupting on Taylor's skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with each touch.
She leaned in, her breath hot against Taylor's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. Taylor nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. Emily smiled, her fingers moving to the front, tracing the edge of Taylor's panties.
"Tell me what you want, Taylor," Emily commanded, her voice steady.
She could feel the heat radiating from Taylor's body, the tension coiling in her muscles. She wanted to hear Taylor say it, to hear her admit what she wanted, what she needed.
Taylor hesitated for a moment, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. She could feel the weight of Emily's gaze, the expectation in her voice. She knew what she wanted, what she needed, but she was hesitant to say it out loud.
But as she looked around the locker room, at her teammates watching her with hungry eyes, she felt a surge of courage.
She knew they were all feeling the same way, all exploring this newfound desire together. And so, she took a deep breath and said, "I want you to touch me, Emily. I want to feel your fingers inside me."
Emily's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers pausing at the edge of Taylor's panties. She could feel the heat radiating from Taylor's body, the tension coiling in her muscles. She wanted nothing more than to give Taylor what she wanted, to feel her tighten around her fingers as she rode out her pleasure. It was amazing how the use of slimy mouthguards triggered such primal feelings.
It was like they were all regressing to a more animalistic state, driven by instinct and desire rather than rational thought. Emily's fingers trembled slightly as she hooked them into the waistband of Taylor's panties, pulling them down slowly. Taylor stepped out of them, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts.
Emily's heart pounding in her chest, she traced the curve of Taylor's ass again, her fingers moving lower this time, until they reached the juncture of her thighs.
Taylor let out a soft moan, her back arching slightly, pushing her ass towards Emily's touch. Emily could feel the heat radiating from Taylor's pussy, the wetness coating her inner thighs. She could see the glistening slit, the swollen lips begging to be touched.
"Fuck, Taylor, you're so wet," Emily breathed, her fingers tracing the edge of Taylor's pussy lips, not quite touching her clit. Taylor let out a whimper, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact.
"Please, Emily," Taylor begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I need more."
Emily could feel the tension coiling in her own belly, the ache between her legs growing with each passing second. She wanted to give Taylor what she needed, to feel her come undone beneath her touch. But she also wanted to draw this out, to make Taylor beg for it. "What do you need, Taylor?" "Tell me exactly what you want."
Taylor let out a soft moan, her head dropping forward, her hair curtained around her face. ''I need you to shove the mouthguard in my pussy, coat it in all my juices, and then force me to wear it in my mouth again.'' Taylor's words hung in the air, heavy with desire and a hint of shame. Emily's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she processed Taylor's request. She had expected Taylor to ask for her fingers, maybe even her tongue, but this... this was something else entirely.
She looked at the mouthguard still dangling from her fingers, now slick with Taylor's spit and her own saliva. It was a simple piece of silicone, designed to protect teeth, not to be used as a sex toy. But as she looked at it, she could see the potential.
She could see how the smooth, curved surface would feel inside Taylor, how the silicone would hold her heat, her wetness. She could see how her spit, mixed with Taylor's, would coat the mouthguard, making it slick and slippery. And she could see how Taylor's face would look, her jaw stretched wide to accommodate the mouthguard, her cheeks bulging slightly, her eyes glazed with pleasure and humiliation.
Emily's heart raced at the thought, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. She looked at Taylor, her eyes meeting hers over her shoulder.
There was a hint of uncertainty in Taylor's gaze, a silent question. Emily nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. "Alright, Taylor. Let's see how this feels." She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of the mouthguard in her hand, the slick silicone now coated in her own spit and Taylor's. She brought it to Taylor's entrance, tracing the lips of her pussy with the curved surface. Taylor let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact.
Emily pressed the mouthguard against her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from Taylor's pussy. She teased Taylor, running the mouthguard up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.
Emily smirked, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved seeing Taylor like this, so desperate and needy. She pushed the mouthguard inside Taylor, feeling her tighten around the silicone.
Taylor let out a loud moan, her head tilting back, her hair cascading down her back. Emily could feel the heat of Taylor's pussy, the wetness coating the mouthguard as she pushed it deeper. She could see the way Taylor's muscles clenched around it, her body trying to accommodate the foreign object.
"Fuck, Emily, that feels so good," Taylor panted, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. Emily could see the way her chest heaved, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
She wanted to taste them, to feel them against her tongue. "I want to taste you, Taylor. I want to feel your nipples against my tongue." Taylor let out a soft moan, her head tilting to the side, giving Emily better access to her neck. Emily took advantage, her tongue tracing the line of Taylor's collarbone, her teeth nipping at her skin. She could feel the way Taylor's body responded to her touch, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement.
She wanted to taste more of her, to feel her breasts in her hands, to hear her scream as she came undone.
Emily slowly pulled the mouthguard out of Taylor's pussy, leaving a trail of her juices on the silicone. She could see the way Taylor's body trembled, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. She remembered how Taylor wanted to be forced to wear the pussy-coated mouthguard again.
Emily couldn't wait to see that. She wanted to see Taylor's face, her cheeks bulging with the mouthguard, her eyes glassy with humiliation and pleasure. She wanted to hear her moan around it, feel her body convulse as she came.
"Turn around, Taylor," Emily commanded, her voice low and husky. Taylor complied, turning to face her, her eyes locked onto Emily's. Emily could see the hunger in her gaze, the desire that matched her own. She held up the mouthguard, now slick with Taylor's juices, and smelling very strong. "Open your mouth, Taylor.
Show me how much you can take," Emily ordered, her voice thick with desire. Taylor hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the mouthguard now coated in her own juices. She could smell her arousal, the musky scent filling her nostrils. She felt a wave of humiliation, but also a surge of excitement.
She opened her mouth, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate the mouthguard. Emily watched, her eyes locked onto Taylor's, as she pressed the silicone against her tongue. Taylor could taste herself, the salty sweetness of her own arousal coating the mouthguard.
She could see the hunger in Emily's eyes, the way her gaze was locked onto her, watching her every move. She wanted to please her, to show her that she could take more, that she could handle whatever Emily threw at her.
She closed her mouth around the mouthguard, her teeth sinking into the silicone. She could feel the way it held her heat, her wetness, the evidence of her desire. She sucked on it, her tongue tracing the curves, tasting herself, tasting Emily's spit mixed with her own.
She could feel the saliva pooling in her mouth, the need to swallow building. But she held it back, wanting to savor the taste, wanting to feel Emily's eyes on her as she did.
Emily's gaze was intense, her eyes locked onto Taylor's mouth, watching the way her cheeks bulged slightly, the way her jaw stretched wide. Taylor could see the hunger in her eyes, the desire that was building with each passing second.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Sarah breathed from where she was sitting on the bench, her fingers still moving between her legs.
She could see the way Taylor's cheeks bulged with the mouthguard, the way her jaw strained to accommodate it. She could see the glistening of Taylor's juices on the silicone, the evidence of her arousal. It was fucking intoxicating.
Emily's eyes flicked to Sarah, a smirk playing on her lips. "You like that, Sarah? You like seeing Taylor like this?" Sarah nodded, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. "Fuck, yes. It's so fucking hot." Emily's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief.