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It had started out as a research question.
At least that was how Palamedes and Camilla had put it when they first raised the matter. Pyrrha said it was a dick-measuring contest with optional dicks. Dulcinea just thought this was a fun discussion and shared many insights into the matter.
They already has a significant amount of strong background knowledge on the topic (although another disagreement broke out on what can be considered a reliable and reputable source). A hypothesis was made (not agreed upon). A testing plan was created (with concessions). There was a lengthy discussion around parameters and boundary conditions and the exact criteria that would determine the answer to the question written at the top of the large whiteboard they had hung up in their bedroom:
Who was Better at Oral Sex Cunnilingus Eating Pussy?
(Camilla had been the one to amend the title, to reflect the work more accurately. Dulcinea then re-amended the title because she though it was funny. Pyrrha seconded this and so it remained.)
The plan was as follows: Each of them would perform oral sex on one other member of the group. The non-participating members would observe and take notes on the receiver's reactions. Each giver would have the same set amount of time (for fairness) and there would be a ten minute break in between.
(“If we wanted to do this properly, it should be a round robin test” Camilla had said. That was deemed to be unfair as they didn’t all have the same parts and a different technique was required for each act. The scope was to be focused on vaginal oral sex, hence the clarification in the experiment name.)
Dulcinea graciously volunteered to be the receiver for this experiment.
All of this lead to our current situation. Dulcinea, naked, sitting on the bed. Her three lovers sitting on the dining room chairs they had brought into the bedroom, notebooks in hand. Camilla held a small stopwatch. Everything and everyone was ready.
Dulcinea reached a hand down between her spread legs and started rubbing small circles on herself. For fairness to the first person to go, Dulcinea was to get herself aroused and wet prior to the real experiment. Besides, as much as she loved watching a show, she also loved being the show.
She tried to make eye contact with each person across from her. Camilla was uncharacteristically still. Her face completely neutral, but deeply concentrated on Dulcinea as if she was studying her. Which she was. Very intently and hotly. Palamedes’ eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly open. He was always so adorable when he watched. He would be gagging for it by the end of the night. Pyrrha casually leaned back in her chair, watching with a raised eyebrow. As if she had seen a hundred girls sit before her rubbing their pussies for her entertainment. Which may have been the case.
So Dulcinea spread her legs wider and sped up her movements. Her other hand cupped her small breast, thumb and forefinger pinching a soft pink nipple. She closed her eyes as her mouth fell open with a soft moan. Involuntary, her hips bucked up slightly toward her hand. A bit longer and she was getting a bit lost in her own motions. Somewhere across the room was the shuffling of a chair as someone shifted in their seat. Right, the experiment was waiting.
Dulcinea slid two fingers into herself. There was a delightful little squelch in the quiet room quickly followed by a soft gasp from her lips. She pumped the finger in and out a few times, just for good coverage. Her other hand came down to resume rubbing her clit. Another shuffle from somewhere else in the room reminded her not to go too far on her own. At least not tonight. Dulcinea removed her hands and her eyes fluttered open. She certainly felt wet but a second opinion wouldn’t hurt.
“Cam come here.”
Ever obedient Camilla Hect put down her notebook and moved to her side.
“Can you check if I’m wet enough?”
Camilla maintained calm eye contact as raised a hand between Dulcinea’s legs. She ran two fingers along the inside of her seam, stopping just at her entrance. Dulcinea’s hips lifted to welcome them in, but Camilla pulled back.
Together, they looked down at the slick covering Camilla’s fingers.
“I’d say so.”
“Do you agree?” Dulcinea asked the rest of the room.
They both turned to the two remaining in their chairs. Pyrrha, still trying to look nonchalant and fooling no one, gave a thumbs up. Beside her, Palamedes nodded enthusiastically
“Then let’s start.”
***
Pyrrha was up first.
“Can’t say this is the weirdest experiment I’ve done.” She said, standing and pulling her arms over her head in a stretch that flexed her muscular biceps and forearms. Her shirt rode up a little and a she caught a glimpse of a trail of hair that disappeared into her pants.
Of the three, Pyrrha was the one Dulcinea had spent the least time with and the one she personally was the most excited for. She loved her other lovers, but Pyrrha was a fairly new to their group. Plus, she had seen her eat Cam out enough times to know she was good.
Pyrrha stood at the edge of the bed, looking over the naked woman in front of her. Dulcinea did the same, taking her in.
Damn she was hot. The body may be not be hers, but Pyrrha carried herself in it extremely well. Confidence radiated from her casting a glow over her brown skin. The scars giving her a ruggedly handsome appearance. Large calloused hand caressed over her bare thighs, freshly cut short nails slightly digging into the soft flesh as a sign of what was to come.
Pyrrha’s mouth curled up into a smouldering smirk. Dulcinea had trouble thinking of anything other than the fact those lips would be on her in a few moments.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” She said.
“I try. Now come over here and fuck me.”
Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, “That’s not very ladylike.”
“I know who you’re thinking of and that’s not me.”
“Obviously not. You’re more fun.”
She pulled Dulcinea forward by the hips, lowering herself to get into position between her legs.
“Tell me when.”
“Go.” Dulcinea heard Camilla say as the stopwatch clicked.
Pyrrha didn’t take another second before diving in. Her tongue ran feather light between her wet folds, nice and slow, ending with a sharp flick at her already swollen clit before moving back down and starting over. The next stroke applied a little more pressure. The one after that even more.
Dulcinea, propped up on her elbows, watched the woman work on her. Pyrrha was determined to maintain eye contact despite Dulcinea’s fluttering lids.
She lost. Dulcinea’s head fell back into the pillows, eyes shut and making little noises of pleasure. She clung to the bedsheets beneath her. It felt incredible. She was hyper aware of every motion and the pleasure it sent up her spine. Her hips involuntary bucked forward but Pyrrha pinned her down easily.
Suddenly, Pyrrha switched tactics and her tongue thrust deep inside of her. Dulcinea could no longer stay remotely quiet.
“Ah Pyrrha! Ah! Ah!”
She could feel the corners of Pyrrha’s mouth slid up ever so slightly in what probably would have been a very self assured smirk if she wasn’t currently chin deep between Dulcinea’s legs.
Pyrrha loosened her grip on Dulcinea’s hips, allowing the younger woman to grind against Pyrrha’s face, her clit rubbing on Pyrrha’s broad nose. The poor woman probably couldn’t breathe under there but she didn’t seem to mind.
The motions made Dulcinea herself feel lightheaded. A pressure built up more and more in her lower abdomen. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, feeling her hands cramp with the force. She was so close. A little bit more. Another flick of that incredible tongue and ...
Pyrrha pulled back.
“Time?” Pyrrha called out.
“You have 5 minutes.” Dulcinea distantly heard Camilla say.
Dulcinea's eyes fluttered open. When had they closed? She looked down her body to Pyrrha. She was all cocky smile and playful eyes although her lower face was fully soaked.
“How are you doing?” She said while Dulcinea caught her breath.
“Was better a minute ago.”
“I’m sure you were sweetheart.”
Pyrrha traced a finger through her sensitive pussy. She moaned in response.
“Do you think fucking with me is going to give you more points than fucking me?” She said sweetly, or at least that’s how she intended. She hoped it didn’t sound as desperate as she wanted Pyrrha to go back and finish her off.
“No, just having fun.”
“Is she allowed to do -ah- this?”
Pyrrha jumped back in, this time her lips wrapping around Dulcinea’s clit and sucking. Hard. So hard and so good it was difficult to focus on anything else. She was being very loud now. She could tell that much. No idea what she was saying but it probably wasn’t intelligent or coherent anyway.
Something entered her, a finger probably, or two. Enough to fill her and slide against her sensitive spot. Fuck how did she even find it that fast. Again, Dulcinea could feel a pressure building up inside of her, quicker and stronger than before.
“Pyrrha, please. Please. I need to. Please.”
Dulcinea came with a cry, her whole body curling up.
When she opened her eyes, Pyrrha was smirking down at her again. She might have found that annoying if she didn’t find self-assured smugness so hot.
“How’d I do?”
“Pretty good. Let me have my break now.”
It was more than pretty good. Dulcinea felt a little light headed and that was just the first person of the night. She was going to have the best sleep of her life after this.
Pyrrha returned to her seat with the others. Camilla was casually writing notes, biting down on the corner of her lip and ignoring Pyrrha. Palamedes’ notebook and pen had fallen to the floor. He was sitting on his hands, something they made him do sometimes when he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. Such a good boy.
“Who’s next?” Dulcinea said once she caught her breath and sat up.
“Me” Camilla said handing the stopwatch to Pyrrha with some words Dulcinea couldn’t hear.
Dulcinea beamed as Camilla approached her.
“Hi Cam!”
“Hi.” Camilla said, crouching in front of her.
Camilla really was so handsome with her dark, sharp features. Large eyes ready to devour her, a perfect straight line of a mouth. Dulcinea reached down to cup her cheek and Camilla covered the hand with her own. The calloused fingers on the back of her hand sent shivers down her spine.
“Can I have a kiss first?” Dulcinea asked
“Sure.”
Dulcie gave Camilla quick little peck on the lips. Camilla returned with a much more intense kiss, her tongue slipping into her mouth and giving her a preview of what she would feel later. She moaned in response. Camilla pulled away, eyes trailing hungrily down Dulcinea’s body.
“We should start”
“Yes.”
Camilla was well practised. She knew Dulcinea’s body so well that it may be considered an unfair advantage. If Dulcinea was considering such things. Hard to do when the other woman was settling in between her legs. She looked up at Dulcinea, waiting for her to give the okay.
“Go.”
Camilla leaned forward and into Dulcinea. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. The way Camilla’s lips moved against her, nipping and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. And that perfect, skilled tongue fit so well against her. Every flick of it on her clit made her gasp Cam’s name. It was like she was made specifically to eat her out.
Her arms snaked around Dulcinea’s thighs, holding her legs open, fingers digging into soft skin. She could feel Camilla’s cropped hair tickling her as she moved deeper.
Her second orgasm of the night came very suddenly. She was loud, letting Camilla guide her through the waves of pleasure. Dulcinea gave a small whine when Camilla finally pulled away from her.
“That was fast.” Pyrrha said, distantly, from across the room.
“I’m efficient. Wanna go again?”
“Isn’t that cheating?”
“I’m not asking you Dve. Take care of Palamedes before he comes in his pants.”
“That was one time.” She heard him protest.
Camilla rolled her eyes, muttering “way more than one” under her breath as her attention returned to Dulcinea. Her eyebrow raised, silently repeating her earlier question.
Dulcie must have nodded – she wasn’t quite sure if she could form words yet.
She heard the unzipping of pants and Palamedes gasp and then her own as Camilla’s incredible mouth was back on her. She wanted to watch whatever Pyrrha was doing to Palamedes, but her own pleasure was too distracting and her eyes kept fluttering shut. Their gasps and moans filled the room, neither were good at being quiet.
Camilla was taking a different approach this time. She kissed from her mound down to her entrance, where she paused for just a second, her tongue pressed to Dulcinea’s entrance, before sliding it in.
Fuck, Camilla had a long tongue and fuck, she could control it. She moved in a way that pushed it to the front against her walls doing some kind of stroking motion. Camilla’s nose was nuzzled against Duclinea’s clit. Camilla’s hands gripped her waist, and was ... either holding her or moving her, she wasn’t entirely sure. She wasn’t sure of anything other than how good it all felt.
She was only vaguely aware she was almost screaming now. When she came she did scream.
By the time she caught her breath, Camilla was beside her, gently bushing stray hairs out of her face.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
Dulcinea almost laughed. She felt way better than okay. She felt like she was floating. She felt so well fucked and fuck there was another person still. Speaking of Palamedes...
She turned her head to the side to see the man sitting back in the uncomfortable chair. Head back, glasses askew. His pants were open, member wet and spent in his lap. He looked quite pretty spread out like this. They should bring a camera into the bedroom next time. Pyrrha was wiping her hands on a towel beside him, but watching her.
“I think we need a longer break.” She said, “For this one.”
“I’m. Okay.” Palamedes muttered, pushing his glasses up his long nose.
“Sure you are champ.”
“Did he watch?” Camilla asked.
“Of course I did. You’re both fantastic. You’re all fantastic.” He responded. “What were you doing? I’ve never heard her so loud.”
Camilla shrugged. “Trying something.”
“It worked.” Dulcinea added, finally finding her voice again.
After another minute, of lying back she said: “Okay, is Pal ready?”
Palamedes jumped up so quickly and eagerly, like a puppy promised a treat.
“This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asked quietly once he reached the bed.
Dulcinea shook her head, smiling softly. Sweet boy.
Palamedes planted soft, sweet little pecks across the inside of her thighs. He looked up at her from between her legs, round clear eyes full of love. She reached down and ran a hand through his wavy hair, a touch he leaned into happily.
Never breaking eye contact, his gentle kisses raked over her sensitive flesh. He mouthed at her labia, tongue darting between the folds lightly. Like Camilla, he was very well practised on her, but preferred to take his time. Draw out her pleasure. He was really the reason they had a time limit. If given the chance he would lick her for hours.
Pal was being a little softer with her than usual. Probably since he knew that his was the third mouth on her tonight. She was grateful.
His eyes were closed now, truly savouring the taste. He moved slow and light and god she just wanted more and more.
“Pal please.” She breathed, “more. I need-”
She could barely hear Pal’s response of “As you wish Duchess” before diving in wholeheartedly.
A bony hand slid up her body to grope blindly at her breast. The long fingers rubbed against her nipples and indented against the soft flesh.
“Mmm Pal. Good boy. Oh!” She felt Palamedes moan against her. He always liked praise. Dulcinea wondered if she could make him cum by eating her out, but then he did something with his tongue and reminded her she was the one to be pleasured tonight. The hand on the back of his head tightened, bringing him in more.
Dulcinea was never very quiet during sex, but she wasn’t screaming this time. Not because she wasn’t enjoying it, but it was soft and lovely and Pal had always been so good to her.
“Five minutes” Camilla called from across the room.
Palamedes said something muffled by Dulcinea’s bush and then went back to stroking her with his tongue.
“Can’t we ... forget the stopwatch?”
“Nope. Camilla replied, “Four minutes.”
Palamedes picked up the pace, a little flustered by having a time limit.
“Your boy doesn’t perform well under pressure” Pyrrha was saying
“He’s fine.” Camilla responded.
And he really did because the feeling in Dulcinea’s chest was about to overflow.
“Pal! Pal ah!” She called out. Palamedes kept licking at her, despite the thighs tightening around his head. He kept going until she fell limp back on the bed.
He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and began to wipe around Dulcinea’s sensitive flesh.
“How did I do?” He asked, smiling softly at her.
“Good. You’re so good to me Pal.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth, giving her a small peck. His eyes were fully on her, a gentle and soft stare. She was lost in their icy depths until Pyrrha spoke.
“So can I fuck Cam now?”
“Ruining the moment P” Dulcinea said, but Palamedes had already turned. She instead leaned back on the bed. It was a really comfy bed.
“We have to compile the data. This is an active experiment.”
“Cam is right.”
“What data do we have to compile? All Hect was doing was drawing porn.”
“Making sketches. Documentation.”
“Of Palamedes going down on your girl.”
"That was the act."
“Wait, let me see.” Palamedes climbed off the bed. Dulcinea was so tired. She felt so so good but so, so, so tired. She would just close her eyes for a minute.
“And your boy’s notebook is empty.”
“What?”
“Okay. I have ... nothing to say in my defense.”
“My hands were full so I wasn’t writing either.”
“You could have taken notes during the first orgasm I gave her.”
“Sorry sweetie, taking care of myself then.”
She could practically hear Camilla roll her eyes.
“Okay fine.” Palamedes said, “Then we’ll ask Dulcinea.”
All three turned toward the bed, where a naked Dulcinea was lying, already fast asleep.