They called themselves the Queen’s Quorum.
Four professional erotic storytellers who specialized in one thing and one thing only: facesitting. Not just writing it. Not just reading it aloud at paid private events. Actually performing it while trying to narrate new material. Their unique selling point was the “Live Tongue-Twister Challenge.” The rule was simple and stupid: you had to keep telling a facesitting story filled with deliberate tongue twisters while someone was actively sitting on your face. If you stopped talking for more than three seconds, you lost the round and owed the group a filthy forfeit.
Tonight’s session was at Maya’s apartment. Rain hammered the windows. The living room smelled like sex and cheap wine.
Maya (32, short, thick thighs, permanent smirk) was already naked and warming up by slowly lowering herself onto Leo’s face. Leo (29, bearded, professional dirty-talk coach) lay on his back on the rug, hands obediently at his sides.
“Start the story,” Maya ordered, grinding her already-wet pussy across his mouth. “And make it a proper tongue twister, you beautiful idiot.”
Leo’s voice came out muffled and wet. “Sally the saucy facesitter sat swiftly on Sam’s smiling snout, smearing slick slickness across his—”
Maya dropped her full weight. Leo’s sentence died in a wet glrk.
She laughed. “Three seconds. Forfeit. Lick harder while I start the next one.”
Across the room, Jordan (non-binary, 31, long legs, evil sense of humor) was already straddling Priya’s face in the reverse direction, ass cheeks spread, while Priya (27, sharp tongue, even sharper clit) tried to speak around a mouthful of Jordan.
“Peter Piper picked a peck of perfectly plump pussy and proceeded to plant his face beneath—” Priya managed, before Jordan sat down harder and turned the rest into “mmphh-ppphh-pllp.”
Maya pointed at them. “You’re both terrible. New rule: every time someone fucks up a tongue twister, the person sitting has to bounce. Hard.”
Jordan immediately started bouncing. Priya’s muffled scream of protest vibrated straight into Jordan’s asshole. Jordan’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh that’s not fair— fuck—”
Leo finally got enough air to try again while Maya rocked on his face. “She sits, she shits, she soaks, she smears, she smothers smiling storytellers with slick—”
Maya reached back and stuffed three fingers into his mouth alongside her pussy. “Pronounce ‘slick storytellers’ properly or I’m not getting up.”
He couldn’t. Obviously. The attempt came out as “thlick thtorytellerth.” Maya cackled and started properly riding his tongue, grinding in tight circles so her clit dragged over the tip every time.
Jordan, still bouncing on Priya, tried to narrate through laughter. “Six slick facesitters sitting successively on six successively slicker faces, forcing frantic frenching and frantic— nnngh— fucking—”
Priya’s hands came up, grabbed Jordan’s ass, and yanked them down harder. The rest of the tongue twister became pure wet noise.
Maya looked over, still grinding on Leo. “We’re supposed to be professionals. This is just slutty chaos.”
“That’s the brand,” Jordan gasped. They lifted up just enough for Priya to suck in air, then dropped again. “New story. Ready? ‘Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter but the butter made her butt better for facesitting so she sat on Ben’s beard and—’”
Priya interrupted by shoving her tongue as deep as it would go. Jordan’s sentence collapsed into a high, broken moan.
Leo, finally allowed a breath, tried to contribute while Maya’s juices ran down his cheeks into his ears. “The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick… wait, no, wrong one. Fuck. The sixth sick facesitter’s sixth thick thigh sat squarely on—”
Maya sat down fully and farted. Not on purpose. The combination of wine, nerves, and Leo’s tongue had apparently been too much. The sound was wet and ridiculous. Everyone froze for half a second, then howled.
“That counts as a tongue twister,” Jordan declared, still grinding on Priya. “Biological tongue twister. Leo wins that round by default.”
Maya was bright red but laughing too hard to get up. “I hate all of you. Leo, keep licking or I really will smother you.”
He kept licking.
They rotated.
Priya ended up on Maya’s face while Maya tried (and failed) to recite: “How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could facesit on a chuck’s face while chucking—” The rest dissolved into garbled moaning as Priya’s wet cunt sealed over her mouth.
Jordan took Leo’s face next and made him attempt the classic while being thoroughly sat on: “Unique New York, unique New York, unique New— mmph— York facesitting unique—”
Leo never finished. Jordan came on his tongue with a full-body shudder and a filthy laugh, then immediately demanded Leo start a new story about “seven slippery sisters sitting successively on seven successively stickier storytellers.”
The forfeits piled up.
Loser had to keep their tongue out and let the winner use it like a seat cushion for a full two minutes of silent grinding.
Loser had to narrate their own orgasm in tongue twisters while the winner fucked them through it.
Loser had to rim while reciting.
By the time the rain stopped, the living room was a disaster of sweat, pussy juice, and abandoned wine glasses. All four of them were sticky, hoarse, and still going.
Maya, currently sitting on Jordan’s face while Leo fucked her from behind, attempted one last professional delivery:
“Truly tireless tongue-twisting facesitters tell tremendously tangled tales of thick thighs and throbbing throats while thoroughly—”
Leo thrust particularly deep. Maya’s voice cracked into a pure moan. Jordan’s tongue pushed into her asshole at the same moment. The tongue twister died forever.
She came hard, laughing and cursing, pussy clenching around Leo’s cock while Jordan obediently kept licking underneath.
When she could speak again she looked down at the three wrecked storytellers and grinned.
“Same time next week. And someone bring actual tongue-twister flashcards. We’re getting sloppy.”
Jordan’s muffled voice rose from under her ass:
“Thloppy ith the brand.”
They all lost it again.
And then they started the next round.
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