Loading...I sat at the casino bar all morning and into the afternoon. Even though I looked old enough to drink, I was sure the only reason I wasn’t asked to leave was because I ordered only soda, and I probably looked like I’d been through enough grief. I didn’t talk to anyone, and they quickly understood it did no good to try. My eyes were fixed on the floor behind the bar, but I saw nothing. I didn’t even notice the bartender shift changes until I snapped out of it around 4pm. I had been sitting in the same spot all day.
I only moved because half a day’s worth of soda was screaming for release. I went to the bathroom, shuffled back to the bar, and even though I didn’t feel like drinking, tried my luck at ordering a scotch. I’d never tried scotch before. I hoped it burned.
My request was flatly denied by the bartender, who then gave me a look that said, “Just feel lucky I haven’t had you thrown out onto the sidewalk”.
I understood his scowl. Here I was, underage at a Vegas casino bar, sipping four-dollar sodas in a chair that was meant for people thirsting for eight-dollar mixed drinks. I was about to leave, where, I never decided, when the fat man in the suit next to me got up and a delicate, lithe shape sat at my side. To be honest, I wasn’t interested in the least, and didn’t even take a glance at her until she spoke.
“Wow. You look how I feel.” Her voice was soft, yet high. Melodious.
Her tone was friendly. Not stranger friendly like all the others that had come and gone from that very seat all day, but companion friendly, like we were best buds meeting at our favorite hang out.
When I looked at her, my ease with her grew stronger. Something about her made you feel like you had known her for years, even if this was the first time you’d ever laid eyes on her. She was thin and taut, her healthy skin stretched over toned, feminine muscles. Her long, straight hair was a dusty brunette color where it wasn’t dyed; about a third of it was colored navy blue, dark purple, or maroon in vertical stripes. A thick strand of red and purple hung over one of her big, blue eyes.
Somewhere in her early twenties, the woman was average in height, with a perky, generous b-cup chest and shapely hips. She wore faded designer jeans, a one-size too small polo shirt, and a long, brown suede jacket. If my mind hadn’t been so twisted and tied in knots, I would have sprouted a hard on immediately. Even still, I felt myself responding to the way she just sat there, looking at me, waiting patiently for a response
“No offense,” I said, “but you look pleasant. I can’t believe I look that good.”
“Ouch,” she laughed, and turned to the bartender to order a drink. It was a Rum and Coke, so I assumed she was 21, though the bartender never did check her I.D.
“It’s really that bad?” she asked?
“That bad.”
Under normal circumstances, my flirtatious instincts would have taken over by now. But I was too destroyed; too confused to have any sexual fantasies involving this girl today. Early in the morning, I had come achingly close to fulfilling another fantasy—a dream involving another girl that I had been obsessing about for weeks; had been subconsciously looking forward to all my life. But all I got was a little taste of that fantasy, a little tease, and when it was over, she had said, in not so many words, that it would never happen. She had–quite literally–closed the door on the subject.
Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to start a relationship just yet, be it romantic or carnal in nature. The girl seemed to sense this, and for a while she said nothing, probably deciding on whether to get up and leave right now, or finish her drink first.
Fortunately she stayed. After a few minutes, she looked at me again with that sly and friendly smile. She was no doubt determined to get me to talk, and I had to admit she was taking my mind off my troubles. I felt bad for sabotaging the conversation via ignorance. I held out my hand.
“I’m sorry,” I managed to smile. “I’m…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, witty or otherwise.
“It’s okay,” she said, shaking my hand. “I know that look. I’m Kay…”
But she wasn’t Kay, or it didn’t seem so. They way she drew out her name made me suspect she was about to say Katie or something similar, but decided against using her real name halfway through.
“A woman do this to you?” she asked, still smiling but seeming genuinely concerned at the same time. I didn’t have to say anything to answer. She nodded knowingly when our eyes met. She shied away and looked to her drink. “Well don’t think you’re the only one with romantic issues.”
I told her I found it hard to believe she’d have trouble in the romance department.
“Oh, I’ve always been a disaster with dating,” she explained as if it didn’t bother her a bit. “I only recently found the confidence to go looking for it. You know, to just be myself and quit worrying all the time. Take initiative.” She pulled at her dyed strands. “But I still strike out. Or get stood up.”
I thought it a crime that someone would stand this woman up, and I said so.
“I don’t know if it should be a crime,” she laughed, “but at least a misdemeanor.” Her smile faded, though slightly. “Especially this one today. You finally find someone, and you really click, you think everything is going so well and you give up your extra room key, even. And then it’s a no show.”
“You gave up your room key?” I asked, stunned.
“I was trying the Hollywood seduction thing. You know, slip the stranger your room key, say meet me in twenty minutes. I thought it’d be exciting.” She never lost her grin as she explained.
“Well, maybe he’s late. When did you give the key?”
“Last night.” She laughed.
“You seem to be taking this well.”
She shrugged. “So far I haven’t been robbed, so I haven’t really lost anything. I’ve spent too much of my life in a half-empty glass. The only way to survive is in a full one. The way I see it, I didn’t get stood up. I was presented with an opportunity to meet you.”
I blushed. “And what if I get up right now and say ‘Nice talking to you’, and walk away?”
Kay rolled her head back, exposing her slender, sexy neck and laughed. She scooted closer to me and smiled wide, and in a deep, throaty voice, said, “Thing about bar stools is, there’s always somebody waiting to fill an empty one. But you’re not leaving, anyway.”
Our banter continued through the night as we talked about nothing, but never found a lull in the conversation. It was just what I expected in a blooming Vegas romance. No personal info, just talking about completely inconsequential things in the most flirtatious way possible. Kay even got me a few alcoholic drinks, so by the time things started to heat up—her hand on my thigh, my hand on the small of her back, our lips just inches away from each other as we spoke—we were both sporting a healthy buzz. It wasn’t long after that point when the subject of checking out her room came up.
Kay had wandered into The Luxor as a tourist, looking not only for a date, but also a few of the famous Vegas landmarks. Her room was further down the strip, at Treasure Island. We took a cab, and managed to keep our passions controlled, opting for some light handholding and laughter instead of getting dirty in full view of the cabbie. By the time we got to Kay’s door, however, our clothes were already getting untucked, unbuttoned, and unzipped.
Kay pulled out her card key, but stopped short when she drew it near the slot. She let out a gasp of excitement, then lowered her voice to a whisper and turned to me, smiling.
“You want to try something exciting?” she asked. Before I could reply, she explained by pointing to the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the door. “When I gave up my key, I said to put this sign up in case I wasn’t in yet.” Her chest heaved as she exhaled excitedly. “Want to try a threesome, Gavin?”
I admit I wasn’t instantly excited as she was about the thought of sharing this gem with another guy. I’d already had to do that on this trip, and the very memory was bringing back my foul mood. Kay saw my hesitation and leaned in to my ear, her lips so close they kissed my lobe wetly.
“It’s a woman in there, if that helps you decide.”
And help me decide it did.
Kay slipped inside first; to talk to this woman and make sure the addition of a penis in their date was okay. It was a tense few moments as I waited for the verdict, but fortunately it came out in my favor.
“I think she was looking forward to some one on one time, Gavin, so as long as you’re willing to share, you have the thumbs up.”
Kay opened the door, I walked in, and laid my eyes on the beautiful, half naked body of my very own housemate, Alana. I lost my breath and my stomach felt like it was lodging itself in my throat. I was too shocked to even fall over, so I just stood there, jaw dropped and eyes wide open.
Alana’s long, blonde hair was hanging around her shoulders and face, partially covering her sparkling blue eyes in a very sexy way. Her body had the sensual tautness of someone years younger than her true 26 years divided into all the right places.
She wore a purple bra, which strained to contain her large, firm breasts, squeezing them tightly together and generating some very intense cleavage. Her matching mini-skirt served its purpose well, covering just enough of her so as to show nothing, but almost everything. It hung low on her soft, round hips, and looked as though one little tug was all that separated her naked mound from full exposure. Alana’s legs always looked long, but never so much as when they had the help of her purple, thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. From the neck up, she looked just as irresistible as ever with her little nose, long eye lashes, and flawless complexion.
Of course, Alana was also looking as shocked as I was feeling. Her eyes were unblinking, her mouth hung open, and the rest of her didn’t move as we stared each other down in bewilderment. And yet, despite our fears, I was still rock hard, and I could see her nipples poking from under her bra were likewise.
With all that had gone on between us recently, I felt like I should have just left, but before I could get my body to respond to that order, Kay had moved past me and took Alana in her arms. I don’t know what I was expecting, but everything was happening so fast, before I knew it, I was far too involved—and far too excited—to turn back. I silently watched as Kay slid her hands up Alana’s half-naked body to her face and pulled her in for a kiss.
The kiss began soft and sensual, with Kay gently caressing Alana’s face and neck with her hands. But Alana’s eyes were wild with emotion. Which particular emotion, I wasn’t sure, but hers was a powerful gaze, and it was locked on me. I know I should have left, and I should have felt that Alana wanted me to leave.
But despite the intensity of her stare as she kissed Kay deeper and deeper, I never felt anger coming from Alana. Nor did I feel embarrassment, sadness, or fear. Instead there was an undeniable lust in her eyes, as if she was saying one thing to me over and over: Watch. After all that had happened, why, I thought, would she want to tease me more? But then it hit me. This trip was supposed to help Alana find herself. Was she a lesbian or not? Maybe, after that night with the two drunken guys who didn’t take care of her needs, Alana had decided girls were the way to go. And maybe this was her way of telling me, so there would be no denying her sexual preference, and no room for any more of my fantasies involving her. That’s what she wanted. For me to give up. Give up and watch.
I should probably explain why seeing my housemate in this situation was such a huge deal. You see Alana and I had grown up together. My parents were her legal guardians when her mom died, and they raised us for several years before Alana moved out on her own. Then my parents died tragically, and in their will, the house was left to both Alana and I, and Alana was put in charge of my care for the next couple years until I hit 18.
We were always close, but never romantically. We enjoyed each other’s company so much that we stayed together in that house even after Alana’s legal obligation to me ended. And it was perfect. We were as close as a brother and sister without being brother and sister, and the resulting friendship was strong and genuine.
But recently, sexual possibilities with Alana wandered into my mind. And to be fair, Alana had them about me too, as much as she hated to admit it. We’d done things here and there, little things to most people but incredible things to us, considering our past. She’d sucked my cock. I’d fucked her with a dildo and cum on her chest. Just last night I almost ate her out—the almost part and the rejection that followed was what sent to me the bar all alone and depressed in the first place. I wanted to go further with Alana, and despite what her body felt about me, she continued to refuse her mind of the pleasure.
All of that drama spilled away as, in front of me, the girls’ kiss grew bolder and more physical. Perhaps sensing me relax a bit and satisfied her message got through, Alana closed her eyes, forgetting me and involving herself fully with the beautiful woman in her arms. Their heads see-sawed back and forth as they mauled each other, and I could clearly hear their heavy gasping and wet lips and tongues smacking in the otherwise silent room. Kay ran her fingers through Alana’s blonde hair, while Alana cupped Kay’s tight little ass that hid under her long jacket.
Together, they took a step toward the bed.
Kay broke off the kiss, and then looked at me as she tried catching her breath. “C’mon, Gavin,” she smiled. “You don’t have to wait around in the doorway all night.”
Alana then whispered to Kay something that I could hardly hear, but what sounded like, “I just want you.” My suspicions were confirmed when Kay turned back to me, taking off her coat.
“You don’t mind watching, do you?” she asked, laughing. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait. Just as soon as I’m done tasting this…”
She didn’t wait for my answer as she grabbed hold of Alana once more and guided her toward the king-size bed. Not that my answer would have mattered. I wasn’t under the illusion that anyone but these two women were calling the shots tonight. I was lucky to be a spectator, and my dick was throbbing at the idea of whatever awaited me. I moved further into the room, and then took a seat in a chair near the bed. Alana being the one in the underwear, I found it impossible to take my eyes off her perfect ass or cleavage. I hoped she wouldn’t notice, though I’m certain she was aware of little else.
Until, that is, when Kay began to strip.
Kay gently guided Alana to sit on the edge of the bed, then took a couple steps back and slipped off her shoes and jeans, revealing a pair of tight yellow panties. She modeled them for us, turning and thrusting her hips out this way and that, then made her way back to the bed, where Alana waited, hungry.
Kay stood over Alana, looking down at her as if deciding what to do next, and Alana waited for her to choose. Both were breathing heavily, and the sexual tension in the room seemed to increase ten-fold in a matter of seconds. Then, at once, both of them jumped. Alana pushed herself back, lying fully onto the bed, while Kay jumped after her, their lips connected once again before they had settled onto the mattress. Kay reached for and found Alana’s wrist, pinned her hands down, and tried her very best to slide her tongue all the way down Alana’s throat.
Kay pulled away, then lowered her mouth to Alana’s neck, licking and kissing it wetly. Still holding Alana’s wrists, Kay moved further south, burying her face in the cleavage and nibbling on the purple bra. Then she began licking Alana’s taut tummy, going down, down, until she could go no further without releasing Alana’s hands. Kay let go and dove deeper, catching the waistband of Alana’s panties with her teeth. Alana gasped and spread her thighs, then grabbed at her own breasts to massage them.
I fought the urge to release my hard cock, which strained against my pants and made a very obvious tent. But try as I might, I couldn’t help but stroke it gently through the fabric, licking my lips as I tried to imagine what Kay was about to taste. She tugged at Alana’s panties, and Alana lifted her hips to allow them to slide off. Kay threw them aside, making sure Alana’s heels stayed on, then kissed her way up Alana’s legs toward her pussy, which peeked out from under the miniskirt.
Then, with Kay just inches away from the target, Alana turned her head and opened her eyes, locking right onto mine. I could tell from her look of surprise that this was unexpected. She didn’t want to acknowledge me, not as far as including me in this session of steamy love. And if she were indeed trying to kill my fantasy, looking me in the eye wouldn’t help. That is why, I presume, she looked quickly away and panted Kay’s name.
Kay looked up, a bit confused.
“I want to taste your pussy first, baby.”
But even as she was saying it, Alana was pushing off the bed, nearly attacking Kay as she dove for a kiss. Their bodies met with such force I was surprised they didn’t tumble off the bed. Instead, their dismount from the mattress was slightly more controlled, as Alana drove Kay backward, onto her feet, and across the room. They stopped against the wall next to the bedroom vanity, Kay cornered and Alana already on her knees, ripping the yellow panties down off Kay’s fuzzy mound. In that same instant, Alana’s mouth was on her pussy, devouring it like a woman gone mad.
Kay reacted with similar passion; nearly climbing the wall she had her back to as Alana stuffed her tongue between her hot lips. She braced herself with one hand on the vanity, one against the wall, her ass on the edge of the vanity, and her entire, shuddering body supported on her tiptoes. The imprints of her nipples seemed huge, especially considering her bra and shirt were still on. Kay threw her head back and tried to scream, but she was speechless.
Alana was putting her entire body into eating that pussy, as if Kay’s clit and the wet folds deserved every ounce of her strength and attention. While Kay was only now finding her voice, filling the room—and surely, the hallway outside—with her moans and screams, Alana had been sucking and licking loudly from the beginning. She slurped and groaned and cried into Kay’s tender flesh, and when she finally took her face away just long enough to slide a finger into her friend, Alana was gasping for air as if already in the throes of orgasm.
Kay bucked at the addition of the finger, then bucked again and screamed at the addition of another. Alana fucked the pussy with her hand as her lips flooded over the hard, sopping wet clit.
“Oh, fuck I love this pussy,” Alana growled. “I want you to cum on my tongue, baby! Oh God, you taste so good!”
Kay had been very playful downstairs, and even in the beginning of this encounter. But now her face registered a fierce determination—to do what, I was unsure. She looked serious, or angry, like she was experiencing such exquisite pleasure it was simply too much for her to bear. Tears were sliding down her cheeks from her tightly closed eyes. Her skin had flushed red. Her body was shaking, and already she had moved back from Alana’s assault, rising to sit herself fully onto the vanity, stuffed into the corner of the wall and the mirror, with one hand tightly gripping the faucet and the other clenching the hair on the back of Alana’s head.
“Oh please!” Kay begged. “Please, please don’t stop! Make me cum!”
Alana must have known Kay was close, because all of the sudden she stood up and once again stuffed her tongue into Kay’s mouth. Keeping her fingers at work in Kay’s pussy and a thumb rubbing her erect clitoris, Alana deeply, passionately kissed Kay as she brought her to an earth-shaking orgasm. Kay screamed into Alana’s mouth, her whole body rigid and convulsing with sweat dripping from her body as she bucked on the fingers inside of her.
Kay’s orgasm faded slowly over the next few minutes, but the girls’ lips never parted and Kay never stopped moaning. Eventually things slowed down enough for Alana to pull away without inhibiting her lover’s pleasure. As soon as Alana’s fingers were free of Kay’s cunt, Kay sighed deeply, then laughed.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, wiping the tears from her face and sweat from her brow “I’m gonna need to rest a little after that. You two better keep things going.”
Now I had only barely managed to keep myself from cumming along with my new friend, Kay. But I truly nearly lost it at that suggestion. The only thing that saved me was the fear of Alana’s undoubtedly negative response that would follow.
But before Alana could say anything, Kay sensed her hesitation. She crawled off the vanity and wobbled on weak legs toward the bed.
“Oh come on, Alana,” she said playfully. “I thought you were bi, too.”
Alana’s hesitation melted into defiance. She wasn’t even looking at me.
“You can’t say he’s not cute,” Kay teased. She crawled across the bed, collapsed, and looked my way, grinning and rubbing her left nipple through her shirt and bra. She licked her lips at me. “And he’s been so patient.”
I thought I’d better keep this from going further.
“It’s okay, she doesn’t have to do anything. I came up here with you—”
But Kay wasn’t listening. “You can at least get each other undressed, can’t you?”
I didn’t want to force Alana into doing anything that made her uncomfortable. And I didn’t want to do anything with her if she didn’t want it, anyway. But the way Kay asked, so sweet and innocent. It was too hard to say no. And as Alana slowly moved toward me, I guessed she felt that way, too. After all, what harm was there in undressing each other at this point?
Alana was smiling as she approached me, which, from its unevenness, I assumed was a forced expression. I, on the other hand, was too nervous to smile, or even move. When she finally stood in front of me, I saw her body trembling, and her eyes looked kind of like she was perhaps enjoying this rather than dreading it. Could I be so lucky?
“Well,” Alana said, looking down at me with a half grin. “What do you want to take off, Stranger?”
I don’t know how my brain managed to function, but I found myself responding. If Alana could keep up this charade, so could I. We were past the point to come clean about our relationship, and neither of us wanted to kill Kay’s party.
I stood up, my face just inches away from Alana’s, but I couldn’t look her in the eye. Instead I focused on her cleavage, and my cock grew as hard as steel as I wrapped my arms around her and grasped the clasp of her bra. I unhooked it and brought the material forward, my eyes rewarded with the first close up shot of Alana’s breasts, their nipples erect, and just inches from my quivering lip.
“Oh, you guys are taking your time,” Kay giggled. “Very erotic. What do you say, Alana? A top for a top?”
Alana smiled politely and nodded, then turned to me and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She lifted it, revealing my bare chest. I’m not a muscle-bound fitness freak, but my work keeps my body tight and my fat percentage to a minimum. Kay gave a little moan of approval, but it was Alana’s response I was interested in. She didn’t give me much, but her eyes did shift down, checking me out, and that was enough to give me hope. Maybe she was enjoying this. Maybe she would change her mind about us.
I reached for Alana’s hips, grasping her gently, and she jerked at my touch more out of nervousness, I think, than anything else. My fingers took the waist of her mini-skirt, and I took a deep breath, disbelieving what I was about to do. I was shaking, and I could feel Alana do the same. Her body was quite warm; I felt steaming hot. I hesitated, staring at her navel for so long that I could probably still pick it out of a line-up. Then I checked one last time with Alana, meeting her gaze and asking her, without words, if I should proceed.
Her eyes said yes.
I pulled Alana’s skirt down.
I had been close to Alana’s pussy before. Closer, even. But never like this, in the light. She was freshly shaven; all smooth and pure white skin. Her lips were glistening wet and pink; her little clit was peeking out at me. I had to concentrate hard just to keep myself from drooling.
In my awe, I had frozen my position, so I still held Alana’s skirt, which was down to her knees. Realizing this, I swallowed hard and let the garment drop to the floor. I was about to place my hands back on Alana’s naked hips, but Alana stepped away before I could touch her. She even avoided eye contact, as if I weren’t there at all.
“Oh, such a tease,” Kay laughed.
She welcomed Alana back onto the bed with open arms. I noticed Kay had taken off her bra and tossed it at the foot of the bed. She was entirely nude now, except for her polo shirt and the tuft of brown hair between her legs. Alana pushed her lips into that hair once again, giving a wet, gentle kiss. When it came to pussy, apparently my Alana was insatiable. But Kay pulled back before the kiss between her legs became too involved.
“Wait, wait,” she said, regretfully, but with a smile. “I’ve had my turn. And this poor guy has been so patient.” She looked at me with a sexy grin, and then her gaze shifted down, to my erection. “And that looks like it needs some immediate attention.
Kay started to move toward me, and my cock strained in its own skin in anticipation of what was to come, but Alana was still wide-awake on defense.
“I haven’t had a turn yet, though, either.” As Alana said this, she stood on her knees on the bed, thrusting out her chest, hips and bald pussy, and rubbing a finger over her wet lips. Her other hand was at her mouth, one finger on her bottom lip, pulling it down ever so slightly. It was a strikingly erotic pose that probably took hours for a veteran model to achieve; yet Alana had accomplished it flawlessly in under two seconds. I couldn’t blame Kay for stopping in her tracks and forgetting all about me.
Technically, Alana was right. Though she did get the honor of eating out Kay’s delicious mound, she hadn’t actually been the focus of reception. And since Alana was playing the game better than I was, since all I could even manage to do was sit there like an invalid, she easily won Kay over.
Before I knew it, Kay was on her knees on the bed, taking Alana in a passionate embrace and kissing her fully. Their arms were wrapped around each other, and their bodies were pressed together so tightly that I could see the swells of their breasts, mashed together, peering out at their sides. Facing me, Kay’s little ass was tightly clenched, so much so that when Alana reached down to squeeze a cheek, the flesh hardly gave at all.
A minute or two of making out passed by, and then Kay kissed her way down Alana’s body. She sucked her breasts and nibbled at her nipples, then licked her tummy down to her clit. Alana instinctively closed her eyes and dropped her head back at the touch, but even Kay was overcome, for her whole body shuddered when her tongue first came into contact with its target.
“Mmmm,” Kay purred, still shuddering, though it was such an intense sound, it was almost as if she were crying or in pain, or, more likely, experiencing another orgasm. Alana must taste wonderful, I thought, and my dick responded to the idea by throbbing and oozing a thick drop of pre-cum.
On her elbows and knees before my still kneeling housemate, her ass pointed directly at me, Kay was not in the best position to eat that beautiful pussy. So she spun around and lay on her back, then positioned her face under Alana, between her legs. Alana continued kneeling, and massaged her breasts as Kay began tonguing her wet lips. I found this odd, since, by simply leaning forward, Alana could have completed a sixty-nine position and mauled her friend’s crotch once more.
Instead, she stayed right where she was, which was nice, as it offered me not only a full frontal view of Alana as she received energetic head from Kay, but also a close view of Kay’s furry mound, facing up on the edge of the bed just a foot away. My view also included an unobstructed view of Kay’s chest. It was still mostly covered by the tight polo, but the shirt had scrunched up, showing off a flat tummy and the round bottoms of two very plump, very inviting breasts.
Kay was moaning once again, her sounds muffled by, well, Alana’s muff. Alana, in return, was panting loudly, her mouth open wide. It was such an erotic scene that I almost felt as if I wasn’t there, like I was a stranger–a voyeur secretly peeping in from the next room. And I was sure the girls felt that way—that it was just the two of them, and I wasn’t even a memory.
But that prospect was shattered when I caught Alana staring at me. Alana had always been the good girl. Though she was only a few years older than me, she had helped keep me in line for those couple years after my parents died. She was responsible, a friend, and a fair guardian. But mostly she was a sweet young woman who rarely dated and was often embarrassed by conversations about sex. She was never mean to me. Never demanding. But that was most certainly the old Alana, because she had never looked at me the way she was looking at me now.
It was a look that could have been anger, frustration, or even hate. But it definitely was a look that said “You don’t belong”. And that sense was punctuated when she silently worded to me “Get Out!”
I had been right. Alana was trying to dissuade me believing that we would ever really enjoy another physical moment. We had had our little incidents, but they were wrong. Not just because I was so close to her, but now because I was also a man. Alana was showing me what she wanted: to be with Kay—to be with a woman—and to be alone.
That’s it. The fantasy was over.
Oblivious to our stare down contest, which Alana was undoubtedly winning, Kay continued to pummel her with her tongue. And even as she fought hard to keep her stern stare on me, Alana was gasping with pleasure at the sensation of it. Kay wasn’t just an example to help Alana make her point to me. No, Alana actually wanted Kay, and she wanted her all to herself; to enjoy this.
And that’s when I got mad.
Fine, I thought. Alana doesn’t want anything to do with me. But Kay had asked me upstairs. Kay had wanted me to get undressed. Kay had wanted to have sex with me. Sure, she asked Alana out first, but Alana took at least a few hours to finally decide. Her turn with this beautiful young woman might not be over, but mine was just beginning, and I wasn’t going to just give up. Alana wanted me to find a girl to hook up with in Vegas, and I had found one.
I stood up from the chair, stroked my leaking cock a couple times, lathering it with sticky pre-cum, then defiantly stared Alana down as I approached Kay’s pussy. Alana shook her head, but I ignored her and rubbed my dick into Kay’s fur. Her hips bucked and her legs spread wide.
“Oh, God yes!” she shouted into Alana’s cunt. “Please fuck me!”
I lubed my dick up with a mixture of my own pre-cum and Kay’s drenched pussy, then I slid the hot, purple head between her tight lips. Kay’s body went stiff as I stroked myself into her, going slightly deeper with each thrust until I was buried to the hilt. Alana still did everything she could to keep her angry stare on me, but Kay was doing a fine job of distracting her. In defiance, I occasionally met Alana’s glare as I pounded her girlfriend’s pussy. In these moments, all I could hear was Kay’s moaning and slurping, and my heavy balls slapping the skin between her pussy and asshole, yet Alana’s eyes were screaming at me.
I grabbed Kay’s hips and thrust into her harder and faster, sending ripples across even her tight thighs and abs. Her tits bounced up and down, and the shirt covering them shifted so I couldn’t see even the bottoms, so I reached up and pushed the fabric over her mounds, past her pointed nipples, which must have been an inch and half long, and thick. I grabbed Kay’s breasts, holding her nipples between my fingers, and used her chest as leverage as I continued to fuck her. Since I had to lean forward to do this, my face was even closer to Alana and her own magnificent breasts, which were still sporting hard nipples despite the animosity she was showing toward me. Kay must be a very good little pussy licker, I thought.
“Oh, fuck, I need that,” Kay gasped. “God dammit, your dick is so fucking hard. Just fuck me like that. Fuck me harder! Deeper!” She had that tone again, like she was in such pleasure she was nearly crying. I did my best to obey her orders.
But Alana was not going to stand, or kneel, idly by. Perhaps jealous of the pleasure I was giving Kay in addition to her anger of me being there, Alana grabbed my shoulder firmly and pushed me up and away. I didn’t miss a stroke into Kay’s body, but I did release her tits, which swayed and bounced erratically. I looked to Alana to see what she was up to.
Looking as determined as ever, Alana bent down until she and Kay were in a classic sixty-nine. She zeroed in on Kay’s clit immediately, which was hard and jutting out ever so slightly from within the brown pubic hair. I had to slow my strokes and keep them shallow to make sure I didn’t ram my hips into Alana’s face. But then, that was probably exactly what she wanted. Alana wanted to get Kay off, and now her tongue was sliding and sucking all over the little pink launch button.
While I was somewhat mad that Alana had tried to revoke my invitation from Kay, and now she was attempting to one-up me, I was still lusting after Alana, and seeing her slurping on a clit less than inch from my hard-at-work cock was beyond titillating. I fought the urge to cross a boundary I knew was there, for as much as I wanted to lean over and grab Alana’s ass, or reach under and fondle her tits, I respected her space as much as she respected mine, and continued fucking Kay as best I could. To help beat Alana at her own game, I began varying my strokes, teasing Kay with just the tip of cock before plunging back into her, or rolling my hips against her, and squeezing her firm ass cheeks in my hands.
“Holy shit, you guys!” Kay screamed, finally moving from Alana’s pussy long enough to give a clear message. “Please don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna cum!” And then she pressed her lips and tongue back into Alana.
That, of course, urged us on, and so Alana sucked harder and louder on Kay’s clit while I fucked her pussy faster and deeper; so deep I was actually hitting Alana’s head, but not hard. Still, knowing I was touching her while fucking Kay was a hell of a turn on, and feeling her silky hair around my groin, the blonde strands getting wet from the mix of me and Kay’s juices, was beyond thrilling.
And then Kay was, as promised, cumming. Her body went rigid again and she screamed into Alana’s cunt. Her pussy was already tight around my dick, but the strong, slippery muscles inside clenched me tighter, doing their best to milk every once of lust, strength, and cum out of me.
The method worked, for suddenly I felt the fire building up in my thighs, and I instantly knew that this was going to be a big one. The orgasm seemed to be coming forever, as I waited and waited and waited for the final release.
“Oh fuck yes!” I shouted through my teeth, still ramming away in Kay’s cunt.
“Yes! Yes,” she responded, her words once again traveling through Alana’s lips before reaching my ears. “Just don’t cum in me!”
I admit being disappointed at her order, but it was one I had no intention of ignoring. As my climax was still building, I decided to stay inside her until the last possible moment so as to reach maximum pleasure. But that would only save me a second or two, because I felt the hot seed boiling in balls, rushing to my shaft…
I had stopped thrusting, which is why I took notice of Alana’s head suddenly banging against my stomach. She was calling out, her sexy moans filling the room as she, apparently was also reaching orgasm. And then the thought hit me: we were all three cumming at once.
I was almost there, and then a split second later I was there, so I pulled out and grabbed my slick shaft. I opened my eyes against the instinct to close them, looking for a place to shoot, and I was rewarded with a view of Alana’s face over Kay’s sopping pussy, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.
And then I blew my load. It was by far the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, even if it was happening by the palm of my own hand. A huge wave of cum squeezed out of my cock, shooting so hard it probably would have cleared half the room if unobstructed. Instead, the first thick streams of cum shot right into Alana’s open mouth, splashing against the roof of her mouth and her tongue with such force that some it even sprayed back, spilling droplets onto her lips and chin. Some of it even went directly down Alana’s throat, for I heard her gag on it and she closed her mouth.
But my orgasm was nowhere near finished. More and more cum erupted from my cock, coating Alana’s lips and drenching her chin. I jerked myself off, making the next wave of cum spray her face unevenly, hitting her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. One long string of the hot, white jizz even landed in her hair. I desperately wanted her to open her mouth again, but she never did, even as my orgasm finally subsided and my remaining sperm only dripped from my blood-engorged tip.
I felt light-headed, and stumbled back a couple steps before catching myself. I only took my eyes off the girls for an instant, but when I looked back, it seemed as if the whole world had changed.
In my lust at the heat of the moment, I was not capable, nor did I have the time, to do much thinking. I had seen Alana’s open mouth an inch in front of my blasting cock, and I had shot into her. But as I looked at Alana now, and saw her grim face, drenched in my oozing cum, her eyes glaring at me from beneath cum-dripping eyelashes, I realized my mistake. Alana didn’t want me to cum in her mouth. She was just having her orgasm, and her mouth was instinctively open.
Oops.
Except it was worse than oops. I hadn’t wanted to cross that line. Well, I did, but not if she didn’t want me to. And her expression, or from what I could see of it from under the thick, creamy facial I had just given her, said she definitely did not want this to happen. Her face blushed with anger, and suddenly she was moving, climbing off the bed and heading right for me.
I backed up until my legs tangled up beneath me and I fell to the floor. As I was falling, Alana grabbed me by the neck, but she didn’t let go, and fell with me, landing on top of me, my cock pressing into her stomach. Upon landing, our faces were just inches apart. A few thick drops of cum splashed onto one side of my face and neck, but I was too afraid of what Alana was going to say or do to care about it.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she growled, saying it through her teeth so that Kay wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on. “No, dammit! How many hints does it take? I’m not going to do this with you! You are practically my fucking brother!”
I hoped upon hope that Kay didn’t make out that last word, but I think Alana was far too angry to care. She glared at me, cum still running down her face and neck, then started to get up. She pulled her tummy off my still hard cock, though a thick string of cum kept us connected. But as she was getting up, Kay came from out of nowhere and grabbed Alana’s shoulders, stopping her so she straddled me, squatting, though our bodies no longer touched.
“Give me some,” was all Kay said before she lashed her tongue out at Alana’s face, licking at the cum and slurping it into her mouth. Hungrily Kay devoured the white gobs of sperm from Alana’s forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. Meanwhile, Kay was already busy at Alana’s pussy, fucking her slowly with one finger. By the time Kay’s tongue reached the well-coated chin, Alana seemed to have forgotten all about me.
The girls kissed passionately, their cum-covered tongues twirling in each other’s mouths. Kay tried to guide some of the remaining cum between Alana’s waiting lips, and once there Alana sucked it up eagerly. A few droplets of sperm fell down onto Alana’s large tits, and one even directly hit her nipple. But Kay didn’t let it go to waste, and as she squatted over me for better positioning, she ducked down to suck the jizz from Alana’s soft tits.
Without moving a muscle, I suddenly found myself in a very arousing position. Kay was squatting over my face, and Alana was squatting over my cock, and both girls were avidly cum swapping. If I hadn’t just been sent to Hell with Alana’s stern lecture, I might have actually made a move…
But someone else did for me. I felt a hand on my cock which, though still semi-hard, was quickly deflating. The hand was lubricated with something warm and sticky—most likely my own cum—and it began stroking me and rubbing my balls with purpose. Before I knew what was happening, my slowly returning erection was pressed up against some warm, wet flesh that could only be the soft folds of a wet pussy. And since I could clearly see Kay’s pussy just inches above me, I knew those lips belonged to Alana.
Alana had told me point blank what her feelings were about the two of us, so I knew it was Kay who was behind this. It felt so good to have her little hand grasping my wet cock, rubbing it back and forth across Alana’s slippery clitoris and lips, but I couldn’t let this go on. I had made enough mistakes already. I reached around to grab my dick and pull it away, but all of the sudden I was inside. The hot pussy simply engulfed me, taking me all the way in on the first stroke, despite being extremely tight. I was so taken aback, both physically and mentally, that I froze and, for a moment, forgot what I was doing.
By the time I remembered, Kay’s pussy was lowering onto my face, and my tongue could do nothing but greet it, sticking itself deep into her tasty hole. While I had no intention of giving up on this feast, my hips still tried to pull out of Alana. Alana. My God. I actually had my hard, cum-coated cock all the way up into Alana’s hot fucking pussy. I found myself instantly hard again, despite being extremely conscious of how bad this was. It felt so fucking incredible, Alana’s cunt, but I had to pull out.
Blindly reaching around Kay, I grabbed Alana’s hips and pushed her up as I pulled my own hips down. But just when I was almost free, with only an inch of me at best left inside of her, two hands grabbed my sides and pushed Alana back onto me.
I’m sure I was giving Kay very poor head at this moment, because all of my focus was below the waist. What was going on? Was Kay going to keep forcing us? Would I have to push her off my face just to get the point across that I wasn’t going to fuck Alana? I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to spoil the evening. But I also didn’t want to subject Alana to any thing—
“Oh, my…ahhh, that feels so good.”
It was Alana’s voice.
“Mmm…yes…”
“He has a great cock, doesn’t he, baby?” This from Kay, in her most sexist tone yet.
“Mmm…fuck. Yes.” Again, from Alana. As she would put, “practically my sister”. But not really. And nothing about this was practical.
I couldn’t believe it, but then it came to me. When I felt myself brushing her clit, the clit was hard and aroused. When I felt the hands on me, bringing my cock back inside of her, the fingers pointed toward my head, meaning they were Alana’s hands. I wasn’t sure she was the one who had stroked me back to life, but she was definitely involved now, and of her own accord.
And from the sound of it, she was enjoying that choice immensely.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I never thought it would be this big. It’s so…fucking…big.”
Then Kay’s voice, louder, directed at me. “I know you’re not falling asleep down there.” She laughed.
Of course. Her pussy. It was literally resting on my face, and I had forgotten all about it. I stuck out my tongue and went back to making out with her sweet, wet bush as she ground it gently against me.
“Ahhh…” Alana continued, riding my cock slowly, rising until I was almost out of her, then sinking all the way back down. “Ahhh, yes. Fuck yes. I’m so…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Kay asked. And then I could hear their lips smacking as they kissed.
But I knew, or I at least had a good guess. Alana said she didn’t want me. She didn’t want to admit she wanted me. But ultimately, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted this; she was just better at hiding it. I knew it was wrong, but I tried anyway. She knew it was wrong, and, Alana being the good girl that she was, tried to deny herself from making this forbidden fantasy come true. When I came on her, she had almost lost her resolve, and it scared her. But Kay had helped tip the scales. Alana could fight her desire no more, and if it was going to happen, she was damn well going to enjoy it.
“Come on,” Alana pressed, panting, grabbing my hips and urging me up. “Give it to me!”
At the sound of those words on her cum-laced lips, I lost all control. My whole mouth went wild in, on and around Kay’s cunt as I began madly thrusting my cock into Alana’s body. She bounced against me, speeding our fucking and giving it a power that was likely to knock one of us out. I can’t say that Alana’s pussy felt better than any other girl I’d been with, but I knew that as I fucked it, I was experiencing a high that I would probably never find again. My whole body felt primed to explode in orgasm after just a few minutes of this incredible sex, and Alana’s screaming and Kay’s dripping cunt only heightened the sensation.
My mind seemed to detect my orgasm before my nerves did, because I called out “I’m cumming” an instant before I even felt the hot rush in my loins. I heard the girls talking, but I was so deep in concentration, and so far gone with pleasure, that I couldn’t make out the words. Apparently they were figuring out what to do as I came, because suddenly Alana’s pussy abandoned me.
A moment later I felt a mouth sink over the top of my dick while a hand grasped its base. From the position of the tongue—it was running along the top of my erection—I knew this was Kay’s mouth. I guess she wanted a direct taste this time, and she certainly got it. While it was by no means the deluge I had sprayed Alana’s face with, I did cum with a few hefty squirts of semen, which Kay promptly sucked down as she twirled her tongue expertly around my cock and jerked me with her little hand. I returned the favor by continuing to suck on Kay’s clit.
Just as my orgasm subsided, Kay’s third of the night ravaged her. She pushed her mound harder into my face, smearing me with her juices. Her body trembled, and her mouth released my spent hard-on. I felt a few gobs of my own hot cum drop onto my belly as she tried to scream with a mouthful of sperm. Her call of ecstasy was gargled out, and then it became muffled as Alana closed her mouth over Kay’s and they once again shared my jizz.
Several minutes passed before I was invited to climb off the floor. From the sounds of it, Kay and Alana had been kissing and cum swapping that whole time. Nevertheless, my dick had deflated, and when Kay pulled her dripping cunt off of me, I found that I had to concentrate just to move the muscles necessary to sit up. Kay was sitting beside me, looking flushed with thin streaks of cum and saliva around her mouth and a few drops on her tits. I guess she had taken her shirt off while I was down there, and I took a moment to admire her healthy chest.
Next to Kay was Alana, who sat on her knees, also with cum lacing her mouth and breasts. And the string I had shot into her hair was untouched, although probably drying. But she looked as if she didn’t have a care in the world as she sat there, catching her breath, giving me the naughtiest, sexiest grin I had ever seen. Kay could never have known the connection, never understood the message, as Alana reached out and gently stroked my leg. But I did.
Everything was going to be okay.