Loading...I am one lucky son of a bitch. There. I said it. I have a life any other guy would kill to have. And I have no idea why, except when genes play a role. It certainly isn’t because I’m a genius, because I’m not. I’m not the biggest, the fastest, the strongest, or the best athlete. I’m sure as hell not rich. Just lucky.
Now, I did mention genes helped out, and I wasn’t lying. I mean, I’m pretty average-looking: brown hair, green eyes, thin, six feet tall even, straight teeth.
I’m not ripped by any means, and if you ask most people I could use a little more muscle. I didn’t play any sports in high school, and didn’t have the money or talent for college. Thus, I have taken a year off since I graduated, just working for minimum wage at the city pool and living with, you guessed it, my parents, who can’t care less what I do as long as I’m not arrested. So you see, genes played no real role there. The one thing I can honestly thank genes for is also probably the reason for my luck: I have a big dick.
Now, I know that sounds conceited, but I’m just stating an empirical fact here. The average dick size in the United States today is six inches. Thanks to genes, I’m packing a solid nine, with the cajones to match. In that way, I was blessed from the beginning, and it is thanks to my dick that I am where I am today. Thanks to it, that is, because that’s what first drew my girlfriend to me. That dick and a freshly mopped floor on a hot summer day a month after high school.
All I was doing was chilling out on a deck chair in the sun by the pool, watching little kids fool around so I could save them if they did something stupid. For instance, fifteen minutes previous, some idiot kid decided to face plant in the side of the pool as he was swimming and immediately spouted blood from both nostrils. He was fine, but his parents took him away anyway, dripping blood all the way to the locker rooms. I had to mop up said blood and then plopped down in the nearest chair to continue my sunny vigil. So it was only luck that could have influenced Taylor’s walking past.
Taylor was one of those girls in high school that every guy dreamed of screwing, but couldn’t because she was too perfect for such common debauchery. In other words, she was a tease. Her parents are the wealthiest people in town, and she is their only daughter. Thus, she was spoiled from the beginning, but also placed under immense pressure not to “soil the family name.” Nonetheless, her boyfriend all through high school was the super stud football quarterback with a body like Adonis and a sure shot at a free ride to any college in the nation. And she still made him look slovenly in comparison. In my opinion, Taylor is hot enough she couldn’t have soiled anything even if she wanted to. Her body makes goddesses seem homely, thanks to volleyball, cheerleading, and an extensive exercise program with the family (yeah, I said family) trainer. Toned and tan describes her perfectly. She’s a 5′ 7″ blonde with baby blue eyes and a very large C cup. She’s never had acne, braces, or a bad hair day. I’ve seen cripples walk again to get a better view of her ass as she walked away. It fills jeans or a bikini perfectly, sticking out just enough to catch your eye but not enough to be weird in any way. It’s pert, supple, and as beautiful as a sunrise. Taylor is so much the epitome of a woman; I’m pretty sure her legs are naturally smooth. Combine that body with all that money, that pressure to succeed, and her being a tease, and she never even knew I existed. Never knew, that is, until she paid a visit that day to the pool so she could show off her new bikini.
It was a pale lavender bikini with light green stripes, cut small enough in the bottom to constantly reveal the bottom of her pristine ass. It fit her perfectly. That is the reason why I was staring at her openmouthed in my swimming trunks at the side of the pool instead of warning her as she walked toward me across the freshly mopped floor. All I could think about was staring at that ass after she walked past me, worshipping the way it swayed with her hips. I had almost convinced myself I could see the bumps of her nipples in her top by the time she reached the foot of my chair and slipped.
I maintain to this day that nose-blood from a clumsy nine-year-old makes tile slick as ice when you add it to water. Whether that statement is true or not, Taylor slipped regardless. Her legs shot out from underneath her toward the pool, pitching her whole body the opposite direction: right onto my chair. She shrieked as she fell, sunglasses flying, chest heaving in that lavender top, and right between my legs. Her waist hit the very end of the chair, which would have landed her head right between my thighs if she hadn’t reached out to catch herself. As it were, she planted her right hand on my left thigh, stopping herself before her head hit the chair. She also absolutely flattened my cock in the process. I jumped and slid back, almost yelling at the sudden assault on my flaccid manhood, but that only pulled her hand farther down my dick. She froze, and stayed stock still for what must have been a good seven seconds, in shock. Now whether that reaction was from the fall or what she was feeling I don’t know. What I do know is that even after she started breathing again and looking around her, it only took her a split second to realize that what she was gripping with her right hand wasn’t chair or leg.
She jerked her head to face mine, eyes as wide as saucers, hair wild. I blushed as red as a tomato, grimacing at her stare. I could feel her hand working on my thigh, turning and gripping my dick, making sure that was indeed what she had landed on. Everyone around us was so stunned by her fall; they never noticed what was filling her palm on my leg. By the time I even thought to speak to her, however, her best friend, Kelly (also fine as hell), pulled her to her feet. She reluctantly slid her hand off my penis and unlocked her eyes from mine, letting her friend check her over for injuries.
“Oh my God, Taylor! Are you okay? This wet tile is fucking dangerous!” She flitted around her like a bird, in serious danger of falling herself.
“Yeah…yeah I’m fine, Kelly. Just startled.” Taylor was still shooting glances at my groin, slowly opening and closing her hand. I was the only other one that knew what had actually startled her.
“Well thank the Lord that chair was there!” Kelly said, looking at me now as well, “And thank you for catching her…?”
I answered, my face still red and my dick tingling from her touch. “Brian. My name is Brian. We graduated together in May.”
Both girls looked embarrassed, and I could tell they couldn’t remember me, though I wasn’t surprised. Finally Taylor chimed in. “Well, thank you Brian. I might have hurt myself! Maybe you should talk to your boss about putting a sign up or something on this damn tile. At any rate, it was nice to…fall into you!” She laughed, starting to walk away. “Thanks again. For everything. Have a good summer!” And then she was gone.
I stared at their taut young asses as they walked away, talking and laughing. I couldn’t believe it! She had touched my dick! I kept picturing her surprised face, just a couple feet from my own, realizing my size. Needless to say, that one event ruined me for the rest of the day. All my work afterward passed in an automatic blur, a blank background to the memory of her touch. I was sure it was the lucky moment of my life, and the only time Taylor would ever notice me. Boy was I wrong.
The last of the swimmers and sunners had just been turned out to leave, and I was walking to my car, a towel around my wet trunks, ready to get home when she tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned as she shouted, looking away from me briefly, “Kelly, just go on! I’ll be there in a second!” then she turned to me, fixing me with those deep blue eyes. “Hi, Brian.”
“Hi!” I stammered, surprised to see her again. “What’s up, Taylor? I hope you aren’t bruised up from your spill on the tile.”
“I’m fine, Brian, forget about that. Just listen. I won’t beat around the point here. I’ve been single since last winter after Kevin cheated on me, and my parents are convinced no one is good enough for me anymore. After you caught me in there and I felt…what I felt, I’m not so sure. I want a chance to, um, properly thank you. Will you come to my house tonight? My parents are on a business trip and won’t be back for a week. I want to be able to get to know you better without them snooping around” She spoke frankly, staring up at me in total seriousness. Once again, I found myself openmouthed and in shock.
“Well, um, Taylor, um…I…huh?” What had she just said? Me? Her house! Properly thank me?!?
“Yes or no, Brian? I live at 69 South Maple Street. It’s a big house with a green roof and a white picket fence around the yard. Please come! I’ll be so lonely if you don’t!”
I spurted out the only affirmative that could come fast enough, my mind finally realizing she was serious about the offer: “Yes! I’ll be there at eight.”
“Good.” She smiled at me, patted my arm, and walked off, ass swaying behind her.
I went home, stunned. I showered and shaved both my face and my pubes, since I like how much more sensitive it makes my mound, plus it makes my dick look even bigger hanging below it. Afterward, I dressed again in shorts and a T-shirt, then sat on my bed for the next two hours, just thinking about her and trying not to rub my cock at her memory. I knew what she intended for me that night, and I couldn’t believe it. All because some kid got a bloody nose and genes gave me a big cock!
Thus, I arrived at 69 South Maple exactly three hours after she invited me, awed by the place. She wasn’t lying when she said it was a big house! It reminded me distinctly of one of those old southern plantation houses: huge, sporting a giant veranda lined with pillars, giant windows, and lots of white paint and delicate molding. The front doors are tall enough that a man could carry a fridge atop his head and still clear the top by a foot if he wanted to. The brass knocker dwarfed my hand as I mounted the porch steps and grasped it to announce my prompt arrival. I knew she had to be there, for the windows by and in the doors were brightly lit, though curtained heavily.
She answered almost before I could release the knocker, swinging the door wide open and smiling.
“Hey! I’m glad you came. I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place; most people don’t. Come in!”
I stumbled in silently, gaping at her. All she had on was a thong, knee socks, and a bra! They were all bright blue, the same shade as her eyes. The bra and thong also had thin yellow pinstripes running across the fabric, and pale yellow lace on the edges. The socks were plain, stretching from her knees to her toes. She had put her hair in glossy, shoulder-length pigtails. All in all she was adorable in that naughty-but-innocent way. It was all I could do to keep from groaning as I caught my first view of her bare ass, tan as the rest of her, bobbing away from me. It was so perfect! The stripes of her thong disappeared between its globes, drawing my eyes to the junction of her thighs beneath.
“Oh my God.” I muttered, shutting the door behind me and walking after her. “I’m in heaven!”
We walked straight into the middle of the largest living room I had ever seen, to a couch so large it must have been custom made for the room. Two people could have slept head-to-toe easily on it, and stretched out as well. It faced a massive flat screen T.V. mounted above a wrought iron fireplace, in which a fire roared. Plush chairs also abounded in the room, as did several stuffed deer, a bear, and a panther. Bookcases lined one wall. A great crystal chandelier shone directly down on us, lighting the room.
The couch sat just to the left of the door, facing away, and she led me to the far end of it, turning to face me as I took in the house.
She noticed my wandering gaze. “Huge, isn’t it? I think Daddy went entirely overboard. Who the hell needs a chandelier that big?”
It was the understatement of the century, but I was polite and as smooth as could be. “It pales in comparison to you. We could be in a palace and I wouldn’t notice anything but your body.”
“Well thank you! Your anatomy is quite impressive as well. Do you like my outfit? I bought it today just for you.”
“It suits you perfectly.” I said, stepping close to her and looking down into her eyes, “but I’m afraid you won’t be in it long.”
“Hadn’t planned on it, Mister Lifeguard!”
I smiled, chuckling, as I kissed her for the first time, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me. Her lips were warm and inviting, and they parted instinctively, letting my tongue through. Her mouth tasted minty, and she moaned softly as our tongues entwined and pressed together. I could feel her soft tits against my torso and her hands as they grabbed the fabric of my shirt behind me. There were no bones about it; she was desperate, hot, and deliberate. I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen in my shorts, thickening as she pawed at my back and moaned.
We didn’t break the kiss until neither of us could hold our breath any longer, falling away and gasping for air.
“Oh Lord! It’s been so long!” She was smiling as she collapsed on the couch, legs spread.
“You’re telling me! Not that I ever had a girl like you!”
“Well I’m all yours now, stud. Quit staring down at me and start undressing! Your shorts are starting to look a little tight!”
I looked down and had to laugh. The bulge was obvious after that kiss and after seeing her in that thong. Swiftly, I pulled my shirt over my head, suddenly self-conscious about my bony frame, though I was tan. Next went the shoes and shorts, discarded on the floor. Even in my boxer-briefs, it was obvious as to what was making the mound at my crotch. You could see the outline of my dick all the way down my thigh, ending just before the leg of my briefs did. She certainly noticed, judging by her sharp intake of breath and the way she pressed her tits together in her bra.
“Say, Taylor, isn’t that bra uncomfortable? I couldn’t possibly take a second longer to finish disrobing until you are more relaxed yourself.”
“So gentlemanly! You know just how to treat a lady. Well, I wouldn’t want you to have to remain in your underwear all evening.”
Smiling, she leaned forward and reached behind her, swiftly undoing the clasp on her bra and whisking it away, revealing her tits. They were perfect for her size: as big as they could be without looking disproportionate. Her tan never faded, continuing from arm to nipple, and my dick twitched at the thought of her sunning naked in full view. Her nipples were pale, pink buttons in the middle of those bronze mountains, topped with pencil erasers. They were already puckered and hard from desire. Both breasts were naturally perky, and they begged to be caressed. All I could do was oblige.
In a flash, I was on my knees on the carpet between her legs, eye level with her boobs. She caught my meaning quickly, and leaned forward, eager to let me play with her chest.
I sucked her right one first, then the left, nibbling and licking extensively. Every time my teeth brushed one of her hardened nipples she let out a whine, squirming in her seat. Soon both tits were wet with my saliva, glistening in the light, red and extremely sensitive. One hand always massaged the tit that wasn’t being licked, rubbing the nipple and palming flesh. The other hand rubbed her thighs, just barely brushing the band of thong at her waist. She groaned loudly, and did her part to pleasure me as well, rubbing my erection softly in my briefs with a stocking-clad foot.
Given that her pussy was maybe a foot away from my chin, it was no surprise to either of us that I only spent five minutes or so on her nipples, even though she’s got the nicest rack I’ve ever seen. By that time, I was beginning to smell her musky heat through the fabric. I let the hand on her thigh travel to the junction of her legs and gently cup her cunt over the fabric. It was sopping wet and left my fingers damp with her juices. She moaned loudly at my touch and softly humped my hand, shoving her pelvis forward on the sofa. I knew it was time to give that pussy some attention.
Somewhat insistently, she pressed harder and harder on my hand, eyes closed, head rolled back, eager for a firm touch on her clit. Smiling, I helped her, grinding my palm into her little button and rubbing her lips through her thong with my fingers. My hand was already glistening, and the couch soon grew damp beneath her crotch as she humped my palm. Gasping, she massaged her own tits. She worked furiously, kneading them beneath her eager hands, caressing her nipples gently. Every now and then, she would pull one up to her mouth, where she could just barely reach her own nipple with a scarlet tongue. My cock twitched against my thigh with each heartbeat. Man she was horny!
I switched my grip after a few minutes, once I knew her slit would be as swollen and ready as could be. My fingers rubbed rapidly over her clit, still hidden behind her panties but easily able to be felt. My thumb ran up and down her slit, pushing some of the cotton fabric into her slick opening, outlining her labia. As more fabric disappeared inside her, I could see more of her pussy on each side of her thong. She was just as smooth as I was.
“Please, ungh! Please, something harder! Oooooh, God!”
She was desperate for a little more in her pussy than just her thong! Silently, I lifted my hand up to her mouth.
“Let’s see how you taste first!”
She had my fingers in her mouth as fast as she could move, swiftly sucking my pinky. She moved from finger to finger, staring me in the eye the whole time, sucking like mad. Each digit was inserted to the knuckle, and by the time it was released, I could feel the blood pounding in the tip! She could suck the chrome off a bumper! Smiling, my hand cleansed of her fluids, she leaned back and pushed her twat toward me imperiously.
I laughed wryly. “Well, if it tastes that good…!” and I slowly pulled her thong out of her cunt and down to her ankles, leaving me eye-level with her swollen pussy.
Quickly, I knelt closer, licking her thighs, tasting her potent musk. She quivered with anticipation as I methodically cleaned my way to her slick lips. Lightly, I brushed her labia with my tongue, flicking her lips and running my tongue up and down her twat. She pressed harder against me and moaned, hands back at her taut nipples.
She wanted penetration, but I decided to wait just a little longer. Slowly, I moved up to her exposed clit, rubbed to erection. Like a cat, I pressed the flat of my tongue against it, lapping at her pleasure center hungrily. She groaned loudly and buried a hand in my hair, pressing me closer. With my mouth shoved against her clitoris, I started sucking it, just as hard as she had removed her fluid from my fingers. She bucked against my face like she’d been shot, and gasped for air to yell. She was approaching her first orgasm thanks to my deft tongue and her eager fingers at her tits. That was the sign I was waiting for.
After just a few minutes of sucking and lapping at her clit, I moved to her sweet opening quickly. Without so much as stopping to lick the juices from it, I shoved my tongue as deep inside her as it would go.
“God, Oooohh, Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She yelled as I fucked her with my tongue, bobbing my head back and forth, bumping her clit with my nose. She wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me close to her, firmly inserting my tongue into her wet twat. She was close. Very close. I rubbed my cock through my underwear as she humped my face with wild abandon, hair askew, head lolling, moaning like an animal.
“I’m almost there! This is so good!” she panted between thrusts.
Eager to help, I wiggled my tongue inside her, rubbing first one part of her then another. Before long, and as I was quickly running out of breath, I found her G-spot. With a yell that reverberated around the big room, her legs went rigid, releasing my head.
“There! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Indeed she was, as the tip of my tongue rubbed her sweet spot. She screamed one last time and convulsed around me, legs twitching at my sides, vagina convulsing around my tongue. I kept licking, fueling her burning pleasure, watching her face contort. She thrashed against the couch like crazy, tits swaying freely from side to side as she clutched the cushions with her hands. For what seemed like hours I kept her writhing on the couch, glad to have pleasured her so well. Ever so slowly, her orgasm began winding down, and she relaxed on her seat, staring down at me and smiling.
“Taylor! Good God!” The sudden, shrill yell took us both by surprise, and we jumped. I was on my feet in a split second, searching for my pants, wiping Taylor’s climax off my chin. Taylor grabbed a couch cushion and held it in front of her as she stood to confront our intruder. I finally found my pants, and held them in front of my rapidly softening cock as I also turned.
To our surprise, it was none other than Taylor’s friend Kelly! She must have heard the yelling and ran in without knocking, shocked to find my tongue deep in her best friend’s womanhood. She was sweaty and had apparently jogged over, dressed in a small tank top and spandex shorts. Even in my embarrassed state, I had to admire her physique.
“Dammit Kelly! What the hell!” Taylor seemed angry, more at being embarrassed than actually at Kelly.
Kelly also grew indignant. “Well I thought you were getting murdered as much screaming was going on! I thought you needed help!” her tone lowered as she took her first look at me, “Apparently, you already had some help.”
“He’s so good, Kelly! You know how long it’s been! Please don’t tell my parents!” Taylor did manage to look pitiful, disheveled with nothing but a couch cushion between her and her best friend.
Kelly looked at her long and hard, obviously making some critical decision. “Okay, I won’t.” she said, finally. Both Taylor and I sighed with relief. “But! She added, you have to do something for me…”
“What, Kelly? Name it! I’ll do anything to keep him!” I was flattered.
“Well…you remember what we talked about last summer? That pact we made in case either of us found an open guy? That’s what I want you to do.”
Taylor was confused for a second, but soon smiled from ear to ear. “Now I remember! Why didn’t you remind me before? You wouldn’t have missed out already!”
Silently, she threw the cushion back on the couch and walked around it to Kelly, leaving me confused and limp. What the hell had just been decided? Once Taylor reached Kelly, I got my answer.
With a smile, they embraced, locking lips and bodies, Taylor’s tanned nakedness against Kelly’s small frame. The kiss was sloppy, and they both made wet moans as they pressed against each other. Their tongues were plainly visible in each other’s mouths, working like mad. Kelly reached down and palmed Taylor’s perfect ass as Taylor wrapped one leg around her friend, pressing her warm pussy into Kelly’s spandex-clad thigh. I was flabbergasted, but within moments my dick was raging in my shorts once again.
Without a question, I threw my pants down and pulled my boxer-briefs to the floor. There was no way I could pass up such a hot girl-on-girl kiss. My dick swung into full view, hanging long and hard in front of my smooth balls. I began stroking lustily, overcome by their desire.
After a minute or so, they broke their embrace and turned to me, surprised to find me naked.
Kelly just stared, openmouthed, at my manhood as it pulsed in my hand.
Taylor laughed and pulled her shocked friend around to my side of the couch. “I think he gets the game!” Boy did I.
Taylor took the authoritative role, pulling Kelly’s shirt over her head and then pushing her down on all fours on the couch. I squeezed harder at the sight of a new beautiful rack. Kelly was smaller than Taylor all around, but her tits weren’t a problem. They were perfect for her, two wonderful handfuls topped with dark nipples in large areolas. I couldn’t wait to see her little pussy. Taylor pressed Kelly’s head into the cushions. “Down, bitch! I want that pussy where he can see it drip!” Kelly just whimpered and obeyed.
Satisfied, Taylor slid underneath her, placing her mouth directly below Kelly’s pussy and reaching up to fondle her friend’s breasts. Eager for some contact, I approached and crouched over Taylor’s torso, straddling her huge chest, lining my dick up with Kelly’s upraised cunt.
“Let me lick her first, babe. I want her to be wet for you!” Taylor smiled up at me. Kelly stayed silent, obviously the submissive of the pair. She didn’t utter a sound as her friend ripped a gaping hole in her spandex shorts, from her young cunt all the way to her virgin asshole. My view was amazing.
Violently, Taylor began to devour Kelly’s pussy, which was also smooth, though her lips weren’t as big as Taylor’s. Kelly couldn’t help but whimper now, and she began to bob her ass up and down on Taylor’s insistent tongue. She was soon sopping wet, unable to stop her reaction to the tongue thrusting and twisting inside of her. She dampened Taylor’s cheeks and chin, though Taylor lapped most of it up. Her fingers knotted in the fabric of the couch and she bent low, rubbing her large nipples against the cushion beneath her. One of Taylor’s hands worked back and forth over Kelly’s clit, making her gasp and buck, pushing her ass farther and farther into the air, ready for penetration. Taylor’s other hand busied itself at her own tits, kneading the massive mountains of flesh like dough, moaning constantly. My dick was hard as a rock, watching Taylor suck her friend’s juices from her pussy.
“I’m going in!”
Taylor lowered her head as I leaned forward. I was tired of waiting and ready to get my dick wet.
“Shove it all in her! That’ll teach her to walk in on us!”
I smiled as I began rubbing my cockhead up and down her quivering twat. “Is that what you want, little slut?” Kelly just simpered and nodded, eyes closed. I felt Taylor’s tongue begin to lap at my heavy nuts, tasting my masculine sweat, and I went in for the kill.
Kelly shrieked as I buried every inch of my hard cock in her pussy. It was the only real sound she had made since Taylor took over, and it was her last. Her pussy was so tight! It clenched around my dick like a vise, wet and eager to please. Taylor rubbed away at Kelly’s clit with one hand, and at her own with the other, licking the junction of our sex. Slowly, I began to pump in and out of her, drawing her breath from her lips in ragged gasps. Every inch of my manhood was wrapped in her velvety slickness, and I wasn’t about to stop! I increased my speed as Taylor moaned below us, turned on by the sight of our lust. My nuts began to slap against Taylor’s chin, and every time I bottomed out Kelly’s tits bounced below her chest. This rhythm went on for a good ten minutes, until Kelly let out the slightest moan and desperately tried to impale herself on my member.
“She’s going to come!” Taylor shouted gleefully, increasing her pressure on poor Kelly’s clit. “She didn’t last any time at all!”
Sure enough, Kelly exploded around me, as loud in orgasm as she was silent earlier. She screamed like a banshee, drowning out Taylor’s laughs, as her pussy clenched my cock. I leaned over her, pressing my sweaty torso to her back as she arched it against me. She collapsed, weak with pleasure, still yelling, and Taylor just managed to slip out from under us as I rode Kelly to the couch, pushing into her constantly, trying to get even more inside of her. Taylor fingered herself off to the side, loving our show.
I could feel Kelly’s juices run down my scrotum and drip to the couch below as she slowly emerged from the throes of pleasure, legs twitching below me. I was glad to let my dick slip from her grasp once she finally calmed down, leaking precum onto her thighs. I was starting to feel my own climax approaching, and wanted Taylor to receive it. Thus, I turned to her next.
“Are you ready for this?”
She smiled, rubbing her massive tits with excited vigor. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life!”
I, of course, was not ready for her. In my current state, precum leaking from my cock, nuts pressed to my torso, I wouldn’t last two minutes under the assault of Taylor’s cunt.
“Well you’ll have to earn it! You scissor Kelly back to life, here, and I’ll pound you into eternity.” I smiled slyly, proud of my negotiation, and scooted down the couch to make room for Taylor, who moved in without question.
Kelly turned as well, spreading her legs to meet Taylor. They were both glistening with sweat, and their musk filled the air around me. I was content to let my dick go and watch them pleasure each other. The way they were smiling, it crossed my mind that they had done this before. I laughed, aroused at the thought. They slid together on the couch, and locked pussies. Taylor did all the humping to start off, and slowly began to caress Kelly’s labia with her own. She soon went faster, both of them panting, their pussy lips sticking together and sliding off each other. After just a few minutes, Kelly joined in enthusiastically and began thrusting her hips with equal fervor. Taylor moaned loudly as she rocked back and forth, enjoying the electric pleasure that ran up her spine. Her tits shook wildly as she pressed desperately against her friend’s rapidly swelling twat. Soon Kelly’s pussy was back in the game, swollen and red as her inner lips poked their way out at the junction of her thighs. She gave a low moan as the tingling began again in her sweet cunt.
I loved their sound: the desperate panting and moaning intermingled with the faint wet suction of their colliding sex. For a better view, I clambered over the couch, cock still hard and swaying, and walked to stand beside them, looking over the back of the couch. They both stared up at me, smiling, proud to do my bidding. Their nubile young bodies clenched and relaxed in tandem, both grinding at the same moment for ultimate pleasure. The couch below them darkened with moisture as they both leaked in desire for each other and for me. They were both professionals, and Taylor made sure to grind against Kelly’s clit every time she pushed against her. Kelly, for her part, did the same, and I watched as her twat rubbed on Taylor’s erect button. Their lips were moist and glistened in the light of the chandelier as they rocked back and forth. They seemed to fit so well together, their young cunts fitting in place against each other perfectly. I reached down and slid a finger in between them, making sure their clits could press against it, and sampled some of their juices, since they could only rub, not penetrate each other. Taylor moaned when I inserted my finger into her aching quim, but Kelly did nothing but smile. I alternated between them, adding another finger after a minute or so. Both digits were completely soaked before long as both pairs of lips collided on them, desperate to rub against them and each other. I withdrew my hand after a while, letting them continue to rub their crotches together, and brought my hand to my mouth. My cock pulsated against the couch as I tasted their mingled sex and found it delicious. I watched for a while longer, slowly rubbing my manhood against the couch beside them, listening to the wet smack of their pleasure.
“I think you’re both ready!” I was as well, rounding the couch behind Kelly and standing before them. “Taylor, on your stomach! Kelly, lay on top of her. I want those sweet pussies lined up!” They both giggled and hastened to obey, cunts swollen and ready. Once they were assembled on the couch, Kelly’s tits pressing into Taylor’s back and her pussy leaking down Taylor’s lips, I stepped up and knelt behind them, cock in hand.
Kelly’s pussy looked adorable perched above Taylor’s, but it was Taylor I was after this time. Slowly but steadily, I began to push my manhood deep into her moist recesses. She panted into the couch, moaning and writhing underneath Kelly, who was glad to see Taylor in distress. I slapped Kelly’s ass, stopping her smile, and buried two fingers deep in her cunt as well, while massaging her puckered ass with my thumb. I spanked her periodically with the other hand, just to keep her humble. Soon her ass cheeks were scarlet on either side of my thumb. She whimpered and held on for dear life.
If anything, Taylor was tighter than Kelly! I could barely fit my cock inside her, and there was no way she was taking it all. I managed seven inches in her and stopped, knowing that was all she could take. She gasped and moaned louder and louder, desperately trying to adjust to my invading organ. I let her, and then reamed her, pistoning in and out of her like a machine. She screamed and held on, pussy leaking like a hose down my balls. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long in such a tight cunt, not after all I’d done so far, so I went for broke, eager to give her another orgasm before I couldn’t hold mine back any longer.
I didn’t have to wait long. All that rubbing on Kelly had made Taylor hornier than ever, and she was soon pushing back against my thrusts with wild abandon, groaning like crazy. Kelly also approached another orgasm, wrapping her twat around my fingers and allowing my thumb to slowly slip inside her ass.
“Ooooohh, God yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy with that huge cock! Dammit!”
Taylor’s yells filled the house, a nice contrast to the ever-silent Kelly, who was content to whimper and pant toward her climax. Taylor lay flat on the couch, unable to move, while I drove my hot manhood deep into her. Even the fabric of the couch felt good to her, rubbing on her clit and her nipples each time I thrust. She humped the couch in return, falling prey to her desires, mindless in her pleasure. Her second orgasm of the day was close, and she was doing all she could to reach it. Kelly also humped mindlessly, rubbing her clit against Taylor’s back, grinding against my probing hand. I added another finger to her twat and pulled upward, raising her hips in response, baring all to my eyes.
“I’m…gonna…coooooooommmeee!” Taylor shrieked as her climax finally rolled over her, after only ten minutes of furious fucking. She thrashed underneath Kelly, bucking her hips and squeezing my cock completely out of her cunt with a moist pop. She shoved two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, hard, just to suck on something. She screamed around her hand, shaking the couch with her convulsions.
Kelly was also seconds away from her own second orgasm. Swiftly, I pulled my hand away from her twat, bending over her doggy style and placing my hand at her mouth to let her suck her own juices. At the same time, I was also pressing the head of my cock against her virgin ass. She whined and pressed harder, ready to lose her anal cherry if it meant another orgasm. I arched my back, trying to fit my cock inside a hole that seemed too small for even a finger, let alone my pillar of a dick. Finally, my cockhead popped inside of her, held in by her anal contractions, and brought her to a climax. She made Taylor sound quiet in comparison as she screamed around my fingers and shoved her ass onto my dick. She could only take four inches or so, less than half, but her ass held my cockhead in an iron grip. Her pussy gushed all over Taylor’s ass and my nuts, running down to meet Taylor’s juices as Taylor squirmed under her.
They both wailed together, finally pleased by my eager ministrations. I, myself was on the verge of orgasm, having been squeezed by Taylor’s soft cunt and Kelly’s ass, equally tight. As quickly as I could, I pulled out of Kelly’s ass, making her yelp, and stood up, backing away from the couch a step, furiously stroking my slick rod.
Both of their climaxes died away simultaneously, Taylor’s lasting a full thirty seconds longer than Kelly’s, and they both collapsed, too weak to move. As soon as they caught sight of me, however, dick in hand, ready to explode, they both rolled off the couch and managed to kneel before me. I glanced at the couch, which reeked of sex by now and was soaking wet in several places, then gazed upon Taylor’s smiling face, mouth open. Her intense desire and lust had finally been slated underneath her best friend, who was also pleased, and she had only one more need: my seed.
I aimed for her mouth, my strokes shortening and quickening, barely stroking the shaft below my cockhead. At long last, my orgasm came over me. My back arched, my entire core flexed, my chest reddened, as did my face, and I came. The first shot hit Taylor in the chin, splattering down onto her neck, and her tongue darted out to lap it up. The second landed directly in her mouth, a full swallow on its own, and the rest shot out all over her perfect tits. I squeezed the last few drops of the massive load onto her chest and turned to Kelly, pulling her head toward my softening cock. She sucked me clean, pulling the residue from my shaft, then let my dick flop back against my scrotum, used and spent.
Eagerly, Kelly then swiveled to Taylor’s breasts, which were glazed white with my jizz. She sucked every drop into her mouth, lapping at Taylor’s beautiful nipples, now sticky with seed. Once she had collected every ounce, she rose and kissed Taylor, full on the mouth, sharing my cum. They pressed their bodies together, slick with sweat and saliva, tonguing each other’s mouths until all my potent cum was gone. Finally, they stood and turned to me, smiling with sticky mouths, pleased with my performance and each other.
“Thank you Brian! Thank you so much!” Taylor spoke, beaming, and Kelly nodded her agreement, still unable to speak. “How about a date Saturday, hmm? Something a little more formal than this?” She laughed and I consented, gathering my clothes and slipping my briefs on over my soft cock. “You will, of course, be welcome here afterward…”
I stood with my clothes in hand. “I would love to, Taylor. But what about our speechless friend here?” I nodded toward Kelly, who had managed to slip her shirt back on, though nothing could hide the massive rip in her spandex.
“Oh, she’ll be here too. We have big plans! Look to your right as you leave and you’ll know. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She smiled and turned away, looking for her wet thong. Kelly drifted away into the house, presumably looking for new shorts.
I slipped on my jeans and walked away, still tasting their juices in my mouth. One last glance backward revealed Taylor’s pussy poking out from between her thighs as she bent to pick up her thong. It was a good day. Just before I went out the door, I looked to my right. There, on a small table, was a massive blue strap-on dildo. I laughed as I left, eager now for Saturday night, certain they had planned the whole encounter.