I Want To Lay the Very Best!

205 – Tide Goes In, Tide Goes Out (18+)

Brandy had always known Maple had been wickedly strong. In college, she was feared on the soccer team as a striker who'd once kicked a ball so hard it'd driven the poor goalie into the back of the net. Brandy knew there was a lot of social credit to be had for a girl who could throw you over her shoulders. In a school stuffed full of hopeless romantics, she'd enjoyed a bit of that herself.

Thinking back on all those piggybacks and fire lifts she'd done for girls she thought were just friendly hijinxs? So much time to make up for.

At least Maple seemed eager to make a start on that. She'd thrown Brandy's legs over her shoulders and was supporting Brandy's back with two firm hands, her palms running up and down Brandy's spine, as her long blonde hair wafted around her so perfectly, it was almost certainly getting help from a certain Murkrow. Her eyes were a brilliant sea green-blue, shining bright as the bonfire flames reflected off them.

So fucking pretty. Brandy drank in every detail. From the rosy flush on her cheeks to the slight parting of her lips, her tongue running along them to whet them for what was to come. She looked like she was savoring the meal before her, and when Maple finally dove in, she'd just absolutely devour her. 

The anticipation was killing Brandy.

That the teasing, oh the teasing. Maple's tongue darted in and out, her mouth hovering over Brandy's soaking sex. She gave a tease of a touch, the most fleeting taste of the pleasure to come. Just the faintest flick against Brandy's outer lips as the warmth of Maple's breath tickled against her sensitive skin.

"I didn't say to eat her out," Sparky tutted. "Trainers. Just don't listen when they're horny."

"Sorry, little bug." Maple's eyes fluttered as she kept eye contact with Brandy and licked her lips. "She's just so ... yummy."

Yes. Yes! Yes. Okay then. Yes. Absolutely. This was good. Yes. Very cool.

Maple's eyes twinkled as if she knew the exact effect her words had on Brandy. Fuck, Brandy had felt like she could topple the world earlier when her Steam Engine was thrumming and yet it was all running in reverse. She could feel the fire in her veins, the thumping of a heart driven on by something far more potent than even Maple's curiously strong muscles, and all she wanted to do was bury her head in the sand and let Maple enjoy taking her apart.

She felt helpless, but not in a bad way. Helpless but sure it'd all be okay, like she had gotten pulled in by a riptide and could only surrender, trusting she was being carried to better places.

"Little bug," Sparky snorted. "You weren't calling me little earlier Maple. I think I could repeat some of the screams for Brandy. I think she was too busy to notice them. They were very complimentary."

Maple bit her bottom lip cutely and shied her eyes away from Sparky's grinning mouth. "You've not Evolved yet, I'm looking forward to not so little Sparky. If I can survive her."

"Ooh, nice save." Holly giggled. She was sitting in the sand with Calcine and Morgan, waving about a marshmallow on a stick. "But quit teasing her, Sparky; you're killing me here. Start the show!"

"Missing the hat for a real show woman, but yeah, do your best, Sparky," Morgan said, her whole body leaning forward to get a slightly better view of everything. "And get on with it!"

Brandy tried to nod emphatically in agreement with them both, but the movement was awkward, with her head driven back into the sand. Maple's fingers patterned over Brandy's back as she shuffled to get comfortable, ready to support her once she'd settled down again.

"Ladies," Sparky gave a peppy little bow, "And those without wings in the wings,"

She waved over to Marina, who was sitting in Mahi's lap. Mahi was a slender fish about the same height as Maple. She was absolutely buried under the tall Lapras. Not that she seemed to mind, as her arms were wrapped around Marina's waist nice and tight. Her head was tucked under Marina's arm to watch.

"And any other wandering eyes who might be peeking in. I'll begin by showing you all the instrument of Brandy's destruction."

Sparky gestured imperiously to Maple, and Maple's smile was pure sin as her tongue extended from her mouth, her head dipping between Brandy's legs. Maple's tongue was a perfect mixture of soft and wet. Yet, an insistent firmness was behind it that pressed into the soft flesh of Brandy's folds, parting them open as Maple lapped in deeper with sheer brute strength. The feeling of being opened, of the pressure inside her, the warmth of her tongue, the wetness of her saliva, all of it, every sensation, it was overwhelming and not enough. An absolutely delightful mix of contradictory needs.

"See how shamelessly horny humans are," Sparky spoke in hushed tones like she was narrating a nature documentary. "Be careful, girls, if one of these gets your dick in her mouth, you'll be wet putty in their hands. There are legends of what these tongues can do."

"And the legends are true!" Mahi called out, her head rubbing against Marina's flank lazily. "Do half as good as you do to me, Maple, and Brandy will be screaming your name and begging for mercy in no time. I want her to beg."

Sparky tapped Maple's forehead, pushing gently until her head tilted back. Brandy's juices dripped off her tongue, running down her chin. A small trickle, a prelude to the floods Maple was building up inside her.

Sparky leaned down in the sand until she was just inches from Brandy's ears, though her focus was entirely on Maple right now. The Joltik's bright blue eyes were just a shining light in the corner of her eye.

"I know what it's like to be ground into the sand and love it," Sparky whispered. The sound carried in the night air with how deathly quiet everyone was for Sparky's performance. "I bet if you could reach up there, you'd want to lick that up, wouldn't you, Brandy?" Sparky said, adding a tiny bit of sultriness to her voice that made the taunt hit all the harder. "Sloppily, like the bitch in heat that you are."

"I-if, uh-huh, y-yeah." Brandy's head was fizzling. She couldn't keep the words straight in her head. They sunk under the blood rush from being held upside down like this.

"You should see the look on her face up close, girls," Sparky snickered. "She's loving this."

"I'd hope so." Calcine said, "I'm loving this."

Sparky's legs kicked the air playfully, a happy buzz in her throat as she called back to the campfire. "How deep should Maple go, gang?"

"All the way," Holly cheered. "Sore jaw or bust."

"Fuck yes." Morgan agreed, "I want to see her eat Brandy out like she's a starving Wingull, and she thinks Brandy's hiding a chip up there."

"Gross," Marina said as she stroked Mahi's long red hair, "But now I want to see that too. Show her what you can do, Maple!"

"Oh, you'll all get to see it," Sparky grinned, her hand resting on the top of Maple's head, as she guided her back to Brandy's dripping sex. "Maple promised to destroy this pussy for us. I know she's a woman of her word."

Sparky pushed down hard.

Brandy gasped as Maple's tongue, a living battering ram, crashed into her and drove right through her defenses. Their time on the canal boat was nothing compared to this. There was an edge to her tongue now. A power backing it up that had a direct line into Brandy's thrumming core. Her hips rocked, desperately trying to find purchase on the sand below, but Maple was holding her tight and wouldn't let her move an inch.

Maple's tongue curled, languidly stroking her inner walls. A low roll that let Brandy really experience the moment. To feel the softness, the power, the way her muscles clamped around it, the way the pressure inside her built, the way Maple's lips kissed at her folds, the way her tongue was just ever so slightly shifting in texture. A tiny reflection of Holly's delightful tail.

"That's beautiful," Morgan softly praised. "Sparky, I take it back. You get an honorary hat."

"I know my girl," Sparky said with a little dip of her knees. "But I don't know Maple. Could I have an assistant from the audience?"

"Sure," Mahi said, "Maple. You've been simpering after a tasty bit of redhead meat ever since you saw those little glimpses of her maid dress Morgan sent you. I want you to do to her what you did to me after you saw those. She can take it."

Holly cackled. "She can probably take it. Maple fucked you up."

"I can," Brandy squeaked, though her voice was hoarse and barely carried. It sounded pathetic, and that just made everyone more excited. They wanted to see her crack, and Brandy was right there with them.

Maple started to pump her tongue. It was slow, at first, just the slightest of motions, a gentle thrust into Brandy, her tongue dragging along Brandy's inner walls as she worked her way deeper and deeper inside her. Her eyes set with pure determination as she rolled her head, pressing her chin into Brandy's skin to give her just a few extra millimeters of pleasure. Sparky's fingers played through Maple's hair, gently guiding her back and forth as the rhythmic motion of her tongue started to pick up. The slow, sensual grind became a steady, relentless pounding, driving Brandy wild, her hips bucking against Maple's iron grip, trying to meet every thrust, and failing.

She was entirely in Maple's hands, so Brandy surrendered to it and let Maple ride her. Maple rode her hard.

A hand moved from her back, and Brandy was lowered a little deeper into the sand. The rubbing thrusts dug out a groove, slowly burying her. A flex of Calcine's fingers kept the sand out of her mouth, but the Carkol's fiery red eyes gleamed as she didn't do anything to keep the rest of the coarse sand from smearing across Brandy's face. The change of position meant Maple could get just that little bit more of her, and that was the final nail in the coffin.

There was a lot writhing around inside her. So fucking much. She could barely handle the waves of pleasure, the building tension of that burning fire inside her, a pressure cooker that had no outlet except through orgasmic release. The world was spinning as it overtook her; Brandy's control over her body was a thin thread; her legs were kicking all on their own, her hands clawing futilely in the sand for purchase.

Brandy was shown no mercy.

Maple's tongue was a machine, a piston with the softest, silkiest surface. Every thrust was a hammer blow that rang out through Brandy, and it was all so fucking good. All those watching were cheering and clapping, an enthusiastic backing chorus to Brandy's own moans. She was utterly lost, adrift on a sea of pure bliss, her mind filled only with the feeling of Maple's tongue buried deep in her and those beautiful sea blue-green eyes watching her like a shark. Waiting for her a moment's weakness so she could dig in and tear her apart.

She didn't have to wait long. When Brandy's climax hit her, it hit her hard. Her entire body seized up, every muscle tensed and straining as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm. Brandy could see Maple's eyes shining above her, her hair falling down over her face as she watched, entranced by Brandy's spasming, writhing body.

Proud of herself, a pride that Brandy was glad to see finally back in those beautiful eyes.

---

When Brandy finally returned to reality, the sand was in her mouth, her eyes were full of grit, and her ears were ringing. Her breath was hot and heavy, and something soft was batting against her face.

"It's cooking, I tell you," someone whispered. "Hold it closer."

White filled her vision, which didn't make much sense. Usually, that was a Pokémon thing. Something incredibly soft and sweet smelling batted her nose, and she took revenge on it by biting back.

A sticky mass of warm marshmallows filled her mouth, the sugary warmth helping her to settle her thoughts a little.

"Are... are you fuckers cooking marshmallows on me?"

"Of course." Morgan's smug voice. "What else are we supposed to use you for?"

"Maple was looking forward to a midnight snack with you," Holly added. "But she'll settle for a bedwarmer. You two need a rest."

"I need to pay her back," Brandy mumbled. Her words were slurring. Her mouth was coated in sugary melted marshmallows, and the heat radiating from her cheeks made it hard to focus on anything else. "Where's she at?"

"Tell you what," Sparky said, "How about we stuff you two into a sleeping bag, and you can finger each other silly until you drift off to sleep? This isn't our only night together; we'll put Holly in charge of you next time."

"How many fingers can you get in her Brandy?" Holly said eagerly, "We'll find out next time. Together."

Brandy groaned and rolled her eyes, settling back against something as soft as a marshmallow. Something with hands, teeth, and a bitey attitude for Brandy's neck.

"Found the Maple," Brandy mumbled, "You need a bedwarmer?"

"A nice cozy girlfriend for the night would be a delight," Maple said, "You've done plenty to make me smile tonight. But if you still feel guilty in the morning about not reciprocating, you can always give me breakfast in bed."

That was a bargain Brandy was willing to uphold. She'd start Maple's day right.