Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire by Morgana Blackrose

bisexual and polyamorous. You can see here exactly what that means.” She lapped at the end of the man’s prick, sliding her lips all over its slippery surface as though it was a delicious ice-cream.
    “I hear she likes pussy too,” Alfreda smiled as she stretched herself out on the carpet. “She was raving so much about yours earlier.”
    I leant against the wall and looked up, seeing the lights above me blur and melt into a stream of orange and yellow as the tears pushed further up into my eyes.
    “Darling, join us. Please. I know you’ll love it.”
    Reluctantly I looked down, to see Olivia’s other hand – the one that wasn’t wrapped around the man’s cock – reach out to me. I hesitated and she frowned.
    “Don’t you like boys?” she asked.
    “Yes. But never been with one. Not in this way, anyway.”
    “Well, there’s a very nice one right here,” she said, looking up at the man’s face with a big grin.
    “Um, I’m sure. But I don’t know him,” I stammered, suddenly feeling ridiculous.
    “Then I’ll introduce you. Phoenyx, this is Udo – he has nine inches of absolute heaven, which will impale you and make you squirm in ecstasy. Udo, this is my dear, dear fellow performer – Phoenyx. She gushes like Niagara Falls and she tastes like honey. A sweeter girl you’ll never meet.”
    “Hi,” Udo said, sounding quite normal.
    I choked back my emotion, realizing I had been a bit silly. Of course Olivia hadn’t just been holding back all this time, waiting for me to come along. Someone as beautiful and experienced as her must have had many partners in the past, and then I understood what Gloria and Petra had been joking about earlier.
    Olivia leant back on her heels and put her hands on her hips.
    “D’you want to learn, Phoenyx? All about this ?” She touched a fingertip to the end of Udo’s cock and licked it.
    I nodded dumbly. It was all a bit much, rather too soon, but I didn’t want to turn my back on something I might just enjoy.
    “I guess I’ll try anything once.”
    She beckoned me closer with her hand. I scuffed forwards and took it.
    “Udo, darling,” Olivia went on. “Would you like me to demonstrate just how incredible this young lady is?”
    “She looks incredible,” he said.
    “Yes. But wait ‘til you get all the way down to her soft, chewy centre.” She turned to me. “Darling, strip for us, won’t you? That’s always a good start. Tease your man the way you would our crowds. Udo? Sit back and enjoy this, darling. Stroke your cock all you like, but don’t you dare cum. I want you to save that for something very special.”
    “Yes, baby.” Udo sat back on a stool, legs wide apart and both hands wrapped around that shaft of his. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I wanted to know what it felt like, how it responded, how it tasted – what I could do with it.
    “Poor girl got showered in champagne earlier,” Olivia explained as I eased my way out of my top and toyed with my bra straps. “After we dragged her naked on stage and spread her legs to expose her beautiful gingerbread pussy to the whole club.” She turned to me and ran her long delicate fingers across the crotch of my jeans. “Hmm, I could just have eaten you all up then, I can tell you. Even if it would have probably cost Bruno his license.”
    “That’s just what Mel said,” I mumbled.
    “Ah, well. She always did have good taste. And you taste very good indeed.”
    “Champagne?” Udo repeated as I dangled my bra in front of him before draping it over his head (the one on the top of his neck).
    “Yes,” Olivia went on, rubbing my tits as I wormed my jeans down over my hips. “Want to help me lick the rest of it off her?”
    “I think I could lick her all over.”
    Alfreda crawled between my feet on her hands and knees and looked up at me expectantly. She was very thin, and I could count all the ridges of her spine down to her ass. Yet there was a beauty in her frail appearance, like