Sam tries to let them rest. He does let them, for a while, but seeing them both lying there naked, thinking about how it's going to feel to get his cock in Tina's tight little snatch, thinking about Blaine's perfect-popover ass already filled with his come (okay, it's not really because they used a condom but it's an image he really likes so he keeps thinking of it)...well, he starts to get hard again pretty quickly.
Deciding Blaine probably needs to rest more, he starts with Tina. He kneels next to the bench and starts nibbling on her ankle. "Mmm..." shes says, "that's nice." He moves up her leg slowly—nibbling, licking, kissing, sucking. By the time he reaches her knee she's squirming a bit, and she's spread her legs wide enough that the one he's not doing stuff to is sort of dangling off the bench.
He pays quite a bit of attention to the inside of her knee. Tina's actually really ticklish there, but she finds that if she forces her leg not to jerk away, the extra sensitivity of that spot makes what Sam's doing just really amazing. Especially when he starts to suck, God. And while he's doing that, his hands start to roam over her—over both her legs, over her ass, over her back.
When he starts up her inner thigh she starts moaning, and Blaine opens his eyes to see what's going on. Tina runs hand through his hair and grabs his shoulders. "Isn't he good with his mouth?" Blaine asks, and Tina enthusiastically nods her agreement.
Sam lifts his head to ask, "You like my mouth, Blaine?"
"Your mouth is awesome, Sammy."
"I'm glad you think so. Because I was thinking I could suck you off while I'm fucking Tina? If you'd like that?"
"Jesus, Sam, yes." Blaine has to shift a little because his cock is hardening and it's uncomfortable against the wooden bench.
Sam keeps licking and kissing his way up Tina's inner thigh, teasingly almost. She lifts up a bit on her knees to give him better access to where she hopes he's going. She's pretty sure he is, but he's certainly taking his time, Christ. He licks along the crease between her thigh and pelvis, then again on the other side. He lightly scratches down her back and her ass. Finally he separates her folds and looks at her shiny pink pussy. "Fuck, Tina, you're so wet still. Or is it again?"
"It's both," she admits, trying to push back against his fingers.
"I wanna fuck you super bad."
"Please, Sam. I want you to too. Super bad."
He lets one finger brush over her clit, sending a jolt through her. "I can't though."
"What?" she whines. "Why not?"
"Because we left the condoms in the shower."
Blaine rolls off the bench. "I'll get them." He doesn't feel he'll be missing anything good, and besides, the sooner Sam starts fucking Tina, the sooner he can start sucking Blaine. When he returns, Sam's face is buried in Tina's...well, you know, where Blaine's own face was buried not that long ago, although it's not a memory he especially wants to dwell on. Except he can't help but wonder if Tina had the same expression on her face when he was doing it: her eyes and nose are kind of scrunched up as if she has to sneeze, but her mouth is open and there's a lot of noise coming out of it.
Sam, not surprisingly, seems to be way more into eating Tina out than Blaine was. Blaine walks a little closer—ostensibly just to hand Sam a condom, but okay, also because he wants to see—and the way his tongue is thrusting in and out of her, how he's working her over with his whole mouth, and the loud slurping noises he's making...they all make this by far the most obscene thing he's ever witnessed. He realizes that if he could have watched Sam rimming him it would have looked similar, and he finds himself stroking his hard cock.
He feels something on his leg and he jumps before he realizes it's Tina trying to get his attention. "Can I...?" she asks, looking at his dick. "Just until Sam's ready to? My mouth doesn't feel that much different than a guy's."
Blaine nods and sits in front of her, straddling the bench. As soon as her tongue touches him he closes his eyes, and she's right: it's not that weird. Especially not in the context of everything else weird that's going on tonight. It feels like any warm, wet, soft yet firm pressure on his cock would feel like, namely, awesome.
Tina licks every centimeter, every millimeter, of Blaine's cock and balls, like she's painting them and doesn't want to miss a spot. And it's true, she doesn't want to miss a spot; she wants to taste all of him. She kind of can't believe she's getting to taste Blaine's junk at all, and she's fully aware that it's a one-time-only opportunity.
He tastes good. Not, maybe, as mind-explodingly good as she had built him up to be in her mind at the height of her crush on him, but still sexy and familiar at the same time. And distinctly Blaine, not like anyone else she's ever blown. Which is, okay, just Mike. She's gotta go down on Sam at some point tonight too.
Suddenly Sam is fingering her and sucking on her clit, and in response she pulls Blaine's cock into her mouth and sucks on it hard. Blaine goes "Uh!" and it's not clear whether it's from surprise or pleasure or maybe both. She keeps sucking hard—Brittany was really onto something with the pacifiers, she thinks—and soon Blaine is moaning and thrusting a little into her mouth. She'd really like for him to come in her mouth, but she has to pull away from it instead. She's about to come, and she's afraid she'll bite it if it's already right there in her mouth.
Blaine starts to ask why she stopped, but she can't hear the whole question because she's screaming as soon as her orgasm starts. "Sam! Fuck! Fuck! Sam! Oh God!" Sam grips her hip tightly. He sucks harder on her clit and thrusts his fingers deeper into her cunt, feeling her clench around them. Her throat's still sore from all the screaming the first time, but she can't help but keep it up—not words anymore, just raw vocalization. She grips Blaine's legs hard, silently apologizing for digging her nails into him. Suppressing the urge to thrash her hips, which might break contact with Sam's mouth and hand, just seems to intensify the vibrations moving through her.
Blaine can't believe how long Tina keeps coming. If this is typical for girls, it hardly seems fair. Plus she's kind of hurting his legs. He strokes his cock and tries to stop thinking about that, and instead thinks about Sam's mouth, how obviously talented he is with it, and how it's going to be wrapped around his dick soon.
Tina's screaming tapers off into moaning, then whimpering, and finally a sigh. Her muscles slacken and she falls completely flat on the bench. "You taste amazing, Tina," Sam says.
"Mmm, thanks," she says dreamily. "I can't wait to find out if you do too."
"Oh. Well, I really wanted to fuck you still. If it's okay." Brittany never didn't let him fuck her just because she came already, but then he knows she's unusual in some ways.
"Yeah, I want that too. I meant later."
"Awesome." He rubs her ass and squeezes it a little, then gets on his knees behind her. He puts on the condom Blaine gave him, but she doesn't lift up on her knees for him. "Uh, how do you wanna do this?" he asks.
She says, "Too relaxed to move. Anyway I'm good like this." She spreads her legs wider apart.
"Oh. Okay." Strangely enough he never did Brittany while she was completely flat on her stomach, and it seems like it might be a little awkward getting it in like this. Tina doesn't seem inclined to move, and he guesses it's a compliment on his cunnilingus skills that she's so relaxed after her orgasm. Fortunately she's also pliable, and he just lifts her up by the hips.
She's so wet and slippery that sliding his cock in feels so easy and natural, and even though her cunt is tight it stretches willingly to accommodate him. He watches as his dick disappears into her, and it's so fucking hot. He bottoms out and holds still for a minute, during which he locks eyes with Blaine and tells him, "Come here, I want you in my mouth."
Blaine is standing next to him instantly, the same instant that Tina's knees give out under her and she's flat on her stomach again. Sam lurches forward with her but holds himself up with his arms rather than falling flat on top of her. Blaine, too, moves accordingly so that his cock is in front of Sam's mouth.
"I've never done this before," Sam tells him as he rocks gently into Tina, "so..."
"It's cool, that's kind of what I thought."
"Do you mind, uh, not coming in my mouth?"
Blaine's a bit disappointed by the request, though he can't say he's surprised. "Sure, no problem."
"I'd totally like it if you come on my face though."
Blaine is stunned. "For real?"
"Yeah, totally. I think that would be really hot."
"Really hot," Tina adds.
"Yeah, no problem," Blaine agrees eagerly.
Sam shifts his weight to one arm and reaches out for Blaine's cock. He strokes it a couple times before placing his lips around the tip. Blaine grabs his hair, and it's all he can do not to pull his face farther onto his cock.
Sam has always wondered what sucking cock was like (and lately he's wondered a lot about sucking Blaine's specifically). It's totally different from eating pussy, he realizes now. For one thing, it's in your mouth instead of your mouth being in it. It's less wet, at least before the guy blows. And the taste is a lot more...subtle. If he kissed someone now they'd totally taste Tina on his breath still, but maybe not Blaine.
Blaine has always wondered what having Sam suck his cock would be like. Well, not wondered so much as fantasized about. That mouth, fuck, and those lips! And even though not very much of his dick is in there yet, it's pretty much as awesome as he dreamed of. Except that the locker room isn't usually the setting for his fantasy trysts with Sam, and Sam is never dividing his attention between sucking him and fucking a girl in his fantasies. But those are minor points next to the fact that Sam is sucking his cock for real. And Blaine's not even cheating on Kurt. And fuck, that's right, he'll get a chance to do this again with Sam and Kurt!
Tina, meanwhile, is starting to come back from her orgasm. Sam's cock in her feels really good. Also, in the position they're in, the bench is putting pressure on her...her pubic bone, she guesses, and it's intensifying everything. She's glad Sam's starting out slow; she has a feeling he's going to build her up to another intense orgasm. (And it probably helps that until tonight she hasn't had one at all in, like, ages.)
She just wishes she could see him sucking Blaine's cock, because that would be—unf!—so fucking hot. Maybe she can get Blaine to talk about it at least. "Blaine, isn't Sammy's mouth amazing?"
"Fuck," Blaine says, just as Sam slides his mouth a little farther down his shaft. "So amazing. And his cock, right? You like him fucking you?"
"Oh my God, his cock's amazing. I can't even—ah!—I can't even tell you."
It's a little weird, Sam thinks, and a lot hot to hear two people carry on a conversation about your sexual prowess while you're doing both of them. He's especially pleased that Blaine's happy with his fellatio skills, since he was afraid he might not be good at it. He could do better, he knows, if he had a better angle and could use both hands. He can use one, at least, for short periods, and he does so to cup Blaine's balls and stroke the base of his cock while he takes it deeper into his mouth.
"Oh God! Sam, yeah, take it. Please."
Sam picks up the pace of both his sucking and his fucking, and he has Tina and Blaine both babbling with pleasure. He'd be babbling too if his mouth were free. He finds he actually really likes having a dick in his mouth, or Blaine's anyway. And, sure, part of it is liking how much Blaine is obviously liking it. And Tina, Jesus. She's got her legs wrapped around his, and she's using them to urge him deeper and deeper into her. Her whole body lurches forward each time he thrusts into her, and each time she pushes herself back onto him almost as forcefully.
"Fuck, Sam, I'm gonna come soon," Blaine warns. "You still want it on your face?"
Sam lets the cock fall from his mouth and says, "Yeah."
"I have to see this," Tina says. She nudges Sam off her, gets him lying on his back, and climbs on his cock before he really knows what's going on. "Do it, Blaine," she says. "Shoot your load all over Sam's pretty face."
Tina's riding Sam hard, gripping and squeezing his cock tight. He closes his eyes and his mouth, and he hears Tina moaning and Blaine whining from the back of his throat; he can even hear the noise Blaine's hand is making as he pumps himself above Sam.
A choked cry escapes Blaine's lips. As his hand flies up and down the length of his cock, slick with Sam's spit, his creamy, white load shoots out, painting Sam's face, his hair, his neck.
The sight of both boys' faces—Sam's covered in jizz and Blaine's in the throes of orgasm—sets Tina off. She bucks wildly on Sam's dick, screaming as the guys have discovered she does.
Sam wipes his eyes to make sure they're spunk-free, and when he's confident it's safe he opens them. The view of Tina thrashing on him, tits bouncing like crazy, combined with the way her orgasm has her tugging and squeezing his dick, sends him over the edge too. He grabs Blaine's hand as he arches and thrusts straight up into Tina, unloading inside her warm, snug walls.
Tina comes longer than either of the guys, again. The continued tugging on Sam's spent and oversensitive dick is a bit much, but he lets her ride it out while he cups her breasts and squeezes her nipples. It's not too long before she slumps forward and falls on his chest, exhausted. Blaine kneels on the floor next to the two of them and rubs her back. "You need a nap, Tay-Tay?"
"Five minutes," she mutters.
"Okay. And then we get to fuck Sam."
Tina sits up. "Oh! I have an idea for that, actually. This is gonna be really fun..."