Loading...It was my first big party of the year. I had come with my friend Amanda. Being from a small college in a small town, we often made the drive to the nearest state school, where there was always a party or two on the weekend, especially at the frat houses. Soon after arriving, however, Amanda ran into a group of friends from back home.
She hadn’t seen them in a while and had lots of catching up, and since I wasn’t into standing around listening to other people’s conversations, I moved on. So now I was cruising the house by myself, looking for something interesting. I’m not a real beer fan, but at a frat party, that’s pretty much the thing to do, and after two quick ones, I was feeling good – just barely tipsy. On my third trip back to the keg, I found two girls “standing guard” (their term). “Beer patrol!” the one yelled. Oh brother, I thought, these two are blasted already.
“I’m Amy and this is Carmella,” the one said, very pseudo-officially, “You must answer all our questions if you want a beer.” She then proceeded to ask a series of totally inane questions about school, music, drinking, guys, and, of course, sex. Alright, I thought, Ill play along. Actually, they were both pretty cute, so what the hell – good things could always happen. During the sex questions, I made sure they knew I was bisexual and available, just in case.
“Final question,” Amy said. “Name?”
“Milene,” I answered.
“Oooo, interesting name,” Amy said. “For that, you get an extra beer.” Her friend, however, looked perplexed. “Milene? Why do I know that name?” As Amy rambled on, Carmella kept looking at me and talking to herself, trying to remember some connection she might have with me while I continued talking to her friend Amy.
Finally it hit her: “Oh….Milene??? Milene! Omigod! I know who you are! Yes! Yessss! You’re that lez chick, right? Right???”
Her friend went wide-eyed at the question. “Carmella!!!!”
For my part, I took the question in stride. It wasn’t the first time. “Well, yeah,” I responded, “I like girls, I told you that.” I acted indifferent, but inside, my guts were churning. “But what exactly do you mean by ‘that lez chick’?”
“You’re the one they always talk about – the one that ate out a bunch of girls at a frat party a couple years ago – everybody’s heard that story.” Carmella looked at Amy, who nodded knowingly. “And,” she continued, this time to Amy, “she still comes to frat parties, hoping to pick up girls.”
Wow. They really did know about me. And apparently a lot of others did, too. Off guard, I stammered a response. “Uummmmm, well, stories like that really get exaggerated, you know?” God, it sounded so pathetic.
It was true – it had been exaggerated. It was only two girls, not “a bunch”, and I was drunk as hell – the dangers of drinking too much too young. Still, it was at a frat party, one of the first my freshman year, and it had pretty well set my reputation ever since. But it wasn’t all bad. It did tend to start conversations – as evidenced by the situation at hand.
“Wow, I assumed you were just an urban legend.”
“Hey look, I’m just a girl,” I shrugged, “just like you.” I feigned indifference, but I was uncomfortable with the conversation. At the same time, however, my mind was racing, considering the possibilities. I searched Carmella’s face for clues. Was she curious, disgusted … interested?
“Speak for yourself, chickie!” Amy protested. “I’ve definitely never eaten anyone out! Especially in front of a bunch of guys.”
“Yeah, babe” Carmella chimed in slyly, “but you know you ARE an amazing kisser. I think the rest of us are probably missing out on a good thing.” She punctuated the last comment with a tongue motion that made her implication very clear. Amy responded with a push and an only half-serious glare.
There was a short pause among the three of us, one of those dreaded lulls, which gave me a chance to check them out a little better. They were both “preppy” types – Polos and shorts – and both about six inches taller than me – around five-eight. Amy had a typical WASP look: straight, dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders, and somewhat thin nose, and grey-green eyes. She had slim, “boyish” hips, but on top she was all girl – her pink polo was just tight enough to show off a nice pair of breasts. And from what I could see, she had sweet little butt. Carmella, on the other hand, was well-tanned, with a slightly Latino look to her. She was athletic, though not buff, and her breasts were hard to ignore, full and firm. Her short, black hair was subtlety spiked, and she had a cute button nose over dark eyes that exuded self confidence. Beyond all that, she had a voice that gave me chills – low and breathy, it sounded like sex. I let my mind wander a bit – thinking of what it would be like to be with these two girls, when Carmella suddenly took a big swig of beer, cocked one eyebrow, and started up again.
“Soooooo…” she paused, swaying back and forth seductively, “I guess you’re, uh… looking for pussy tonight, huh?” Carmella tried to say serious, but couldn’t suppress a grin. More like a smirk, really. Whether she was mocking me or just playing along, I couldn’t tell. Amy’s jaw simply dropped, before she stifled a giggle of her own.
It took me a second to react myself. I felt a familiar tingle inside as I realized that this could be leading somewhere very good. Feeling cocky, I looked her straight in the eye and, using my sweetest voice and my best “bedroom look”, purred, “Oh, I’m always looking for new pussy, baby. That’s what I do …I eat pussy….and give orgasms.” I smiled knowingly and looked her up and down, pausing intently on her pelvic area before continuing. “So is there some particular sweet pussy you think I might get tonight?”
My boldness caught her off guard. Carmella glanced nervously at her friend. She was clearly moving down a new path for her, while Amy just stepped back a bit, staring at her friend with a “what are you doing????” look on her face.
Finally, Carmella regained her cool confidence and responded, rather nonchalantly, “Well, I guess that depends. Are you any good?”
“You mean with my mouth?” I asked. I was trying to draw the conversation out, being suggestive, letting her go where I hoped she wanted to. She barely nodded, and I continued playing into their rumors. Looking pointedly into her eyes, I cooed softly, “Why, haven’t you heard, baby? I’m the best. They say you’re never the same once you get head from Milene. I’ll totally spoil you.” Now it was my turn to smirk.
I couldn’t believe I was being this aggressive. Must be the alcohol again, I thought. Plus the fact that I’d been celibate for almost a month. In any case, I could tell that Carmella was right on the edge, playing this as a big tease but with some genuine interest under the surface, not ruling out a little adventure. Emboldened by the drinks and becoming increasingly aroused, I kept pushing forward. I leaned into Carmella and let my hand graze lightly up the back of her thigh as I whispered in her ear: “Just make sure you have some extra sheets, sweetie – ‘cuz you’re gonna leave a HUGE wet spot on the bed when I do you.” Damn, just saying that to her turned me on something fierce.
Carmella stared at me for a long moment, startled by my boldness, unsure how to respond. There was an almost imperceptible change in her breathing. I knew then that I was having an effect on her.
I leaned in again and said, just for her to hear “My tongue will take you places you’ve never been before. Seriously. And it will go anyplace you want it.” Reaching back to squeeze one cheek of her cute bottom, I whispered again for emphasis, “Anyplace!” then swirled my tongue sensuously around her ear. She shivered, and her eyes got REALLY big, but there was no hiding her pleasure and, I hoped, anticipation.
After a few moments, she gathered herself enough to respond: “Well, that’s something to think about, isn’t it?” She was back to be cool and collected. I loved this girl. Amy remained silent, letting Carmella take the lead.
Letting the topic rest for a while, we made small talk and drank some more. I sipped mine, hoping to remain in control of my senses, to leave as many options open as possible. Amy and Carmella, meanwhile, just kept going. They were either serious drinkers or they were nervous with the situation.
I eventually decided it was time to make a move. “So what’s the story, ladies?” I said lightly, trying my best not to be pushy or threatening. “Are you up for a little adventure, or do you want to stay at this lame party all night?”
They looked at each other, obviously unsure. Luckily, the alcohol seemed to be having it’s usual effect, and they were at least considering it. They whispered a brief discussion, seemed to argue just a little, and then Carmella asked “So which one? Who are you really asking? And what do you expect from us?”
Wow, I thought, this might really happen. “Both of you,” I said. I smiled sweetly and added, “How could I choose?”
“Both?” Carmella exclaimed, doing her best to keep her voice down. “You want to do both of us, together?”
“Sure,” I said, “that’s half the fun. Haven’t you ever watched someone else have sex? Or wanted to?”
Amy quickly interrupted. “Hey, I ain’t eatin’ nobody’s pussy, I’ll tell you right now. You two can do whatever, but I’m no lesbo.”
I hate that term, but I managed to hide my distaste for her language and tried to soothe her. “You don’t have to do anything, hon, really. If you want to that’s cool, but if not, you guys are both really cute, and I’ll be perfectly happy to do all the ‘eating’ – for both of you.” Then, looking them both in the eye, I added, “And trust me, you won’t believe how good it can be. It’s not like with a guy. I’ll stretch it out and make you cum over and over and over, better than you’ve ever had.”
They conferred again briefly, and then my heart fluttered as Carmella said, “Okay, we can go to our place. It’s pretty close.”
I followed them to Carmella’s car, admiring both of their sweet buns from behind – very, very nice. Damn, I thought, I must be really horny. I always get obsessed with girls’ tushies when I’m horny. I asked them to drive me to my car – I wanted to make sure they didn’t change their minds and ditch me. I could already feel the moisture in my panties as I thought about what I’d soon be doing. I couldn’t believe I was going to get to play with these two.
As I followed them to their place, I watched their interaction in the car, trying to interpret what they were saying. I could tell that Amy was still very unsure about the whole deal. Interpreting their gestures and body language from behind, it seemed like Amy was questioning why Carmella wanted to do this. On the other hand, Carmella seemed to argue that it would be fun, an adventure. I was sure that Amy had never been with a girl before. As for Carmella, I wasn’t sure, but she was definitely into it now. Even if Amy backed out – a distinct possibility – doing Carmella alone would be a delight.
When we got to their apartment there was another of those awkward moments. There we were, and we all agreed why, but no one knew how to start. We drank a little more and then I figured it was up to me, so I spoke up. “So you’re a good kisser, huh, Amy?”
Amy flushed deeply and I thought I’d made a mistake. She was the reluctant one, after all. But Carmella came to the rescue, chiming in with “Oh yeah, she’s a hot one. This girl’s got a tongue. We made out on a dare one night at a party and I thought I was gonna wet my pants!”
“I think you did wet your pants,” Amy retorted. “You know you’ve always been hot for me.” They both broke into laughter and the ice was broken.
“Okay, so let’s see,” I teased. “Let’s see if you can get her hot, Amy.” Emboldened by the talk and the beer, Amy took the challenge, grabbing Carmella and giving her a long, passionate kiss, with lots of tongue and roving hands. By the time the broke apart, both girls were flushed (and not from embarrassment) and I was way hot myself. “Don’t I get any of that?” I pouted.
Amy obliged, and she didn’t disappoint. She was indeed a great kisser, with soft, active lips that traced seductively over my own and a swirling tongue that explored all the right places in my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her body, finally settling on that darling butt of hers, becoming more and more aroused as I felt her up. I slipped my hand down the back of her pants and let my fingers explore briefly between her cheeks. Damn, I was horny now! When she finally pulled away, Amy’s breath was short and her nostrils flared, and I knew I was in for an incredible night. It wouldn’t be just Carmella and I.
Carmella came next, and if anything, she was better. Her kisses weren’t as soft and sweet as Amy’s, but they were hotter, filled with urgent passion. This time it was her hands that were roaming, exploring me. And her tongue, oh my god, that girl’s tongue was just nasty. Soft and wet, slow and erotic, her tongue kissing made me weak in the knees. I could feel the dampness building between my legs.
“Okay,” I said, almost desperate now to have one of them, “who’s going to do this?”
“Well, sweetie,” Carmella teased, “I think YOU’RE going to do it. The question is, ‘who are you going to do?'”
After some brief discussion, they decide that Carmella would go first. Amy wasn’t so sure, anyway, and the whole thing had been Carmella’s idea. “Besides,” she whispered just for me to hear, “I’m really, really horny.” THAT really got me going. We started in on one another again, groping, frenching, until we were both moaning with need. I pulled her shirt out of her shorts and, taking the hint, she quickly pulled it over her head, revealing a white lacy bra that held those luscious tits I’d been admiring earlier. Next came the shorts. She took her time, clearly wanting to tease me with her body, getting off on the idea of turning on the famous Milene. When her bra came off, I almost gasped as she revealed two beautiful breasts, topped with large, dark areolas stippled with tiny bumps. I’ve never really been a “tit girl”, but big nipples always get to me. I wanted to pounce on her right there and just suck like a baby.
My reaction must have been obvious. “Well, well, you like these, don’t you?” Carmella noted, taunting me playfully and holding her prizes up for a better view. Then, in a very coquettish voice that just made me shiver, “You wanna suck ’em?”
Jesus, did I ever! But I stayed cool despite myself. “All in good time, hon. We have all night.”
I told her to leave her panties on for now. I wanted to do that myself – always a thrill the first time. I moved into her and took another kiss, a short one, followed by a long, lusty one that went on for minutes. I let my hands enjoy her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, tweaking the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Damn, this was good! Unable to resist any longer, I kissed my way down her neck, to her shoulder, and then captured one large, delicious nipple in my mouth. I licked at the bumpy surface, sucked gently on the rubbery nipple, and used my tongue to trap it against the roof of my mouth. Carmella’s head dropped back, her eyes closed, a rapturous look on her face as I suckled, going back and forth between her magnificent soft mounds.
I sucked her tits for a long time, slowly building her arousal. I extended my tongue and ran it slowly along the crease under each of Carmella’s breasts, at the same time keeping my fingers busy, kneading the thick buds of her nipples, pinching them, lightly twisting them. My lips moved up and around her breasts, encircling her excited nipples without touching them, doing my best to drive her crazy. Carmella was loving it, murmuring “Mmmmmm, yeah, mmmmm” over and over.
Finally I urged her to her left, over to the bed, and sat her down on the edge. Kneeling before her, I reached up and worked my fingers into the elastic band of the white bikinis. I looked up and gave her a smile that hinted of all the treats to come. God, I was so grateful for this opportunity. I slowly pulled her panties down as Carmella raised her hips slightly to assist. As soon as they were off, she spread her legs wide. She was ready for me.
Carmella had a beautiful cunt, a glistening, scarlet juice pit, framed by fleshy, succulent lips that just begged to be sucked. A small v-shaped patch of dark hair just above served as an accent, pointing down to her opening and, in particular to a rather large, engorged clitoris. I imagined how that firm little nub would feel in my mouth. I looked up and she was watching me, watching me survey her honeypot, apparently looking for a reaction. I looked her straight in the eyes and whispered “Nice, it’s beautiful,” and she grinned smugly, apparently very satisfied to hear that I liked her pussy.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I leaned to the right to kiss, then slowly lick at her inner thigh. That drew a just little smile, but then, as I licked in tiny circles upward, she sighed and trembled slightly. Her thighs spread just a bit wider, hoping for more. Her hands began to softly stroke the outsides of her thighs as I continued to work the inner surfaces, and her hips began an easy, barely perceptible up and down motion.
“You ready?”, I asked. I knew she was. Though her facial expression was still fairly calm and detached, her movements, her breathing, and her aroma all revealed her state of arousal.
With an audible “Mmmm”, Carmella raised her knees, resting her feet on the edge of the bed. I glanced over at Amy to see her reaction. Her breathing was heavy now, her stare focused, like mine, on that sweet spot between Carmella’s legs. I smiled briefly at her, making it clear that I knew she was watching, as I eased my face into Carmella’s wet trough. As I did, Carmella dropped her head back and uttered a gentle “Ahhhhhhh.”
The initial wetness was amazing – the flowing stream almost overwhelming. The lengthy build-up had caused her faucet to flow, and the cunt syrup was everywhere. I was only boasting earlier about making a wet spot, but I could see now that it would certainly be true. Already her fluids were seeping out of her, running down between the cheeks of her ass. I licked her slowly, gathering the nectar, avoiding her clitoris except for an occasional rub with the tip of my nose. My mouth and chin were inundated with her warm juices. Now my tongue probed more deeply, my mouth pressing against the opening as I held the fleshy lips to each side with my fingers. Unable to hold back now, Carmella groaned and started rocking toward me as my tongue danced in her vagina. She leaned back slightly, supporting her upper body on her hands and forearms, pushing her lower portions up into my mouth.
It was oddly quiet. The room was silent except for the continual moans from Carmella’s throat and the liquid clicking sounds made by my tongue and lips as I sucked at her cunt. I kept it slow, aiming for a gradual, growing stimulation, which I knew would result, over time, in an intensely satisfying orgasm. Not yet though. I was determined to make this last a long time, to assure we both enjoyed it to the maximum degree. Over and over, I kissed her lips and the sensitive parts inside, occasionally sucking the tender flesh into my mouth or moving up briefly to tease her now needy clit with my tongue. Her hips thrust more urgently upward and her groans became louder, more guttural. Alternating with quieter, whimpering sounds, they revealed the intensity of her growing need.
By this time, Carmella had dropped all pretense of being detached and was in full pursuit of her orgasm. Using her hands, she pulled her knees all the way back and drew her legs wide apart. I felt faint with excitement as she opened herself up for me, losing all her inhibitions, focused completely on the pleasures I was giving her. Taking her cue, I held her knees back, opening her up even more and diving in face first. Her hands grabbed my head, twisting in my hair, jamming my mouth farther up inside her, creaming my face. I adored the wetness. The wetness was an affirmation of my ability to please her. I scoured her hole, cleaning it, sucking at it. I tried again to avoid her clitoris, but it was just too tempting, protruding now from its hood, straining for more attention. I took it into my mouth and briefly played with it, rolling my tongue over its tender surface as Carmella cried and squealed above me.
Not yet, I thought. You’re not ready for it yet. It’s going to get much, much better, girl, better than you ever imagined it could be. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked lower, down between the cheeks of her ass. Her perfect brown ring was wet and shiny from the juices that had oozed out of her cunt and dribbled down to it. My tongue moved forward again, scooping up her girl-juice and tickling her butthole. A little squeal of surprise escaped her lips at that first touch, followed by soft keening sounds and then, “Ohhhhhhh God, fuck! Oh god, yeah!” Her hips rose shamelessly off the bed to give me better access. I let my tongue wander several times around the little muscle. Carmella sighed and whimpered pathetically, all inhibition gone now, feeling nothing but the delicious slithering sensation of my tongue on her most private place. Heavenly.
As I began to eat Carmella’s ass in earnest, I glanced over at Amy. She was quite flushed now, her eyes huge, fixed on the erotic sight before her, of her roommate having her pussy, and now her ass, eaten by this strange girl. She too had dropped all pretense of propriety and had her right hand busy in the crotch of her shorts. Mmmmmm, I thought, a good sign there.
I continued to kiss and lick Carmella’s asshole for some time, occasionally tickling the center with my tongue tip, even nudging a bit inside. Eventually I moved back up, running the flat of my tongue ever so slowly up inside her, from the base of her slit to her hood and back again, several times. Gobs of cunt cream entered my mouth. My god, she was leaking everywhere. She was trembling now, so close, her thighs moving back and forth as the room filled with her pathetic moans. I was trembling, too, so excited. It was time, for both of us, and my lips captured her meaty little clit, sucking in a rhythm to match her own thrusts. Just for good measure, I slipped a finger underneath her and into her well-lubricated bottom.
That did it. Carmella grabbed my head again, forcing my mouth roughly up and down within her greasy crevice. She let out a sharp cry, another “OMIGOD!” and then just lost it. Her hips bucked frantically back and forth. Her back arched more than I thought possible, then both actions were repeated with even greater fervor, accompanied by short cries of ecstasy. The jerking action wiped her puss back and forth across my face, soaking me from nose to chin with her wet heat. I jammed my finger all the way up her ass, did my best to hold on, and drank from the fountain.
After what seemed like minutes but was probably only 20 – 30 seconds, she finally started to come down. After-tremors shook her body, little hip twitches that came and went every few seconds. I could feel the muscles inside her anus clenching spasmodically around my finger. I kept licking, gently lapping up her juice until she finally pushed me away. “No more,” she pleaded, still panting desperately, “please …too much.” Reluctantly, I eased my finger out of her rear, gave her sweet pussy one last kiss, and let her be.
I looked up at her inquisitively. “Well?” I asked. Carmella just nodded, acknowledging that I had been as good as promised. Between breaths, she murmured “Damn” a few times, smiling with satisfaction.
I looked over at Amy inquisitively. “Well??” I asked. She said nothing at first. She was still staring at the bed, obviously thinking about the monster, mind-numbing orgasm that Carmella had just had. The she eagerly nodded her head and came over to join me on the bed.
I quickly wiped Carmella’s cunt slime off my face and, grabbing Amy by the ears, kissed her passionately. Her startled reaction intensified when she realized she was tasting her best friend’s pussy on my tongue, but she got over that quickly and we settled in for a quick little make-out session. By the time we came up for air, she was ready for more.
“Get out of these clothes!” I exclaimed, and she quickly stripped down to nothing. I did the same – even if this was to be all one-sided, I knew I would at least have to play with myself while I munched on them.
Naked, Amy was a cutie, a peaches and cream type. As her bra came off, I saw that her breasts were slightly smaller than Carmella’s, but nicely shaped, with pretty pink nipples that, I noted, were already erect. She turned around When she lowered her shorts, I assume to hide her pubic area. I had to chuckle – odd time to be modest, and I was about to do much more than look! Her shorts and panties came down in one motion, revealing the crack and then the entirety of her backside, Damn, she did have a nice ass, perfect round globes with just enough “overhang”, separated by a fairly wide crease that just begged for attention. I knew Amy would be less adventuresome than Carmella, but I promised myself that I would explore that perfect bottom before we were done. Given Amy’s current state of arousal and what I was about to do for her, I was confident that I’d get the chance.
We started kissing again, but I could tell that neither of us were interested in many preliminaries. We fell down on the bed (which Carmella had thoughtfully vacated) and my right hand dove immediately between her legs. I teased her a bit, my fingertips playing lightly with her lips, just on the outside I slipped my middle fingertip into her slit, just inside and felt the warm gush of fluid that I knew would be there. Amy groaned quietly and pushed her pelvis up to me. Impatient myself, I slowly pushed one long finger into her hot, greasy channel. God, it felt so good in there! I slipped another in beside it and moved them back and forth in a scissors motion. Amy’s fingers dug into my shoulders and her mouth got more insistent on my own. I pushed a third finger inside and began moving them in and out as her cunny gripped them hard. I pulled out of her and made a show of licking one finger clean, then offered the others to her. Amy licked her own juices from my fingers like she was one of the “lesbos” she talked about. I grinned in satisfaction and anticipation of things to come.
Knowing she was ready, I began my trek down Amy’s body, pausing briefly at her tits, but quickly moving down over hr ribcage to her soft, taut belly. I tongue-tickled her navel a bit, then ran my wet tongue farther down, over her hip bones, closer and closer to her “vee”, but not quite where I knew she wanted me. She was squirming around, trying her best to get me into her pleasure pit, when I finally positioned myself strategically between her now wide-open thighs, her dripping snatch right before my eyes.
Amy had a “pretty” pussy, a rather small, pink slit that just peeked out from between her legs. The outer lips were puffy and the inner ones smaller and more demure than Carmella’s, though definitely beautiful in their own way. They were clearly engorged now, and I could see a hint of the moisture inside.
I leaned forward and placed a very chaste kiss (if that’s really possible) at the center of her pussy. Just a peck to get her started. Even still, I came away with a bit of her on my lips, which I quickly licked off. She tasted good. I knew she would. I went back in for more, this time using my tongue, french-kissing her juicy slot, then running it slowly up one side and down the other. Her legs spread even wider and a long, low moan filled the room. “Pleeeease,” she begged. “Come on…please.”
How could I resist? I dove in like a madwoman, feverishly eating her out, using every technique I knew to raise her passion higher and higher but not let her get over the top. Carmella had had her gut-wrenching orgasm, so why should Amy get anything less?
As I continued my Amy-meal, I could tell that her barriers were coming down. The pleasure I was giving her was intense, so intense that all other thoughts, all previous “rules” were driven out of her mind. I knew it was time to take what I wanted. Still licking her twat, I slowly inched down, stroking her perineum, then lower, letting my tongue glance over the top edge of Amy’s anus.
I felt her body twitch and heard a little cry of surprise, and, I hoped, delight. I went back to it, this time swiping a couple times over the entire hole, then circling it, spiraling inward.
“Oh, unnnnghhhhhhggg, God, mmmmmmmmmehh!”
“You like that?” I asked, though the answer was clear.
“Yesssss. Fuck!!! No one’s ever done that to me before.”
Mmmmm, I always love being a first for someone, and now I was at least a double first for Amy. I proceeded to lick oh so slowly all around Amy’s pretty pink asshole and was rewarded with a wonderfully agonized groan of pleasure from my newly perverted sex kitten. “Unnnnghhhhh…mmmmmm..ahhhhh. God! More! please…don’t stop… Pleeeeaassse!”
None of this was lost on Carmella, who was watching intently from her chair. “Damn, girl, you’re something else.” I looked over and promised, “You’re next”. She was playing with herself as she watched, but she didn’t stop when I spoke to her. All self-control and shame were gone at this point. Hedonism had taken over all of us.
I turned Amy over onto her stomach and pulled her up slightly onto her knees. Her face was buried in a pillow as she lewdly offered her beautiful bottom to me. I ran my tongue slowly up and down the crack of her ass several times, pausing each time to give special attention to her overly-stimulated anus. I was worshiping her ass now and she was loving it. Her toes curled and her hands frantically gripped the sheets. I could hear the wonderful whimpering sounds she was making into the pillow.
I went on for several minutes like that, licking her crack, biting her cheeks, and kissing and sucking at her butthole until she was out of her mind. Then I dipped further down, down to Amy’s girl parts, and buried my face in her cunny. I sucked it in like a sweet piece of fruit and then ran my tongue wetly over her lips. Amy responded with ardor – a long, desperate moan – as her hips did a sexy hula-style movement against my lips. I could feel her fluids dripping freely into my mouth as I pushed my tongue as far up inside her as I could.
At this point I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped my hand between my own legs and began to satisfy myself while I continued working on Amy. I’m sure Carmella could see me, but I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted her to see, to know how much I was enjoying eating Amy out. I’m sure it was no surprise anyway.
Then suddenly I felt some motion behind me, and then warm breath on my private parts. Carmella! I moved my own hand and in moments felt the wonderful flutter of a delicate female tongue exploring me from below. I moaned long and hard into Amy’s soft wet folds and got back to my own task. With both hands free now, I grabbed onto Amy’s hips and began hungrily gobbling her wet slit. The room soon filled with our cries of passion. Even Carmella was moaning loudly, clearly aroused by the feel of my cooze as I ground it down into her mouth.
After all that went before, there was no way I could take this for long, and in minutes I was cumming, pushing down onto Carmella’s face to maintain the wonderful sensations she was giving me. Even in the throws of orgasm, I managed to keep my mouth firmly latched onto Amy’s hot little cleft, sucking her luscious pink crease until she, too, was off. Her butt shook and jerked back onto my face for long, long seconds as I took in all the girl-juice she had to give. By the time it was over, we were all lying in a pile on the bed, still breathing hard, wondering what hit us. “Damn,” Carmella finally panted, “that was hot! Amazing hot!” and all three of us burst into giggles.
We took a short break, but we were all still horny as hell, so it didn’t last long. Lying on the bed together, it was just too easy to reach over and stroke a thigh or sneak a peak between someone’s legs, and then someone would get started again. We had left the party fairly early, so we had many hours to try new variations or just repeat the earlier ones. Amy kept to her word about “not eatin’ nobody’s pussy” (though Carmella tried her best to get her to), and most of the activity was oral from me, but that was just fine, thank you.
I must say that my obsession her both their bums continued throughout the night. I guess I was in that mood, and it seemed to be a new thrill for both of them, because we kept falling into it. At one point, I had them side by side on the bed, face down, and was tonguing both their delectable derrieres. They made out with each other as I buried my face between first one and then the other set of soft, sexy cheeks. The kissing and fondling between them just heightened their response to my oral-anal love, and their exquisite sighs and groans made me even more eager to take their darling rosebuds in my mouth. Once, as I pushed slowly into the deep tan circle of Carmella’s anus, I heard her gasp and whisper “Oh god, she’s got her whole tongue up my ass … fuck, it’s so good.” That brought a cry of lust from Amy, and she kissed her friend with even more passion. I, in turn, got a shiver of excitement from hearing them respond. I tongue-fucked Carmella’s asshole with a slow, circling motion as her sweet bottom swayed back and forth for me. Then I moved away, pausing briefly to lap and suck at her sopping folds, and without missing a beat, placed my lips over the delicate ring of Amy’s anus. I sucked it deeply into my mouth and she groaned loudly, thrusting her tongue down Carmella’s throat as I french kissed her hot little hole.
We went on like that for a good half hour, my heart pounding wildly as I gave them both a rimming they would never forget. I was in butt-licker heaven, but of course, they wanted more than that. I had my face buried in Amy’s butt for the umpteenth time when Carmella suddenly pulled me up and threw me on my back. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could speak, I was filled with the wet heat of Carmella’s cunt. She came down hard, forcing herself into my open mouth until the hot flesh of her vulva rested on the back of my tongue. I sucked at her luscious girl-flesh and felt a stream of pussy juice oozing into my throat. Her pubic hairs tickled the roof of my mouth as she force-fed me, and I was loving it. My passionate cries of delight were muffled by the slick sweetness that spread my jaws wide. I grabbed her hips with both arms and happily feasted on her until she finished.
The morning provided the usual edginess. Yes, we’d spent several hours the night before in the most intimate activities with each other, but things are always different when the sun returns and the alcohol wears off. We shared some coffee and some rather stilted conversation before I said I had to go. I think they were actually more embarrassed with each other than with me, as their friendship clearly had a different tone to it now. In any case, I did get their number, then said my goodbyes and was off. At the door, I got hugs from both, and Carmella whispered, “That really was amazing. Really good.”
I took her comment as a sign of future possibilities. If not, well, there’s always another frat party, isn’t there?