Loading...He had noticed Sandra in the office building, once or twice. It would be difficult not to. She seemed to be all tits and ass, with a little brain. The kind Jeff hated. She looked like the sort of arrogant woman who expects all men to swoon at her feet just for a smile.
Jeff found himself in one of the elevators with her, and to his amazement she started a conversation.
“Hi, I’ve seen you around. What do you do here?” she asked.
Jeff kept it simple and fought hard not to let the disdain show. It wasn’t her fault she was beautiful, and that he had a problem with it.
“Would you join me for a coffee? I hate going into the restaurant alone,” she asked.
Now, Jeff could see why men drool over big brassy blondes. Her shape was having an influence on his metabolism. OK! He was getting hot under the collar; a lot further down was getting hot. Jeff had never been a flirt or a woman chaser and he didn’t have a line of chat like most guys. Most telling of all was that he hadn’t had a girlfriend for a few months. Actually, it was more than a few months. That certainly seemed to be influencing his decision making skills, for he hadn’t been heading for the canteen.
Fortunately she did most of the talking, while Jeff was mesmerized by a pair of deep blue eyes. It was fascinating the way she looked into the distance when recalling something, and closed them to figure something out then opened them wide, as though in astonishment, that she had recalled the idea she wanted. She was no genius, but the excitement and enthusiasm she brought to the conversation was like a whirlwind of disconnected ideas, eventually making sense.
She was just so full of life it took his breath away.
She stood up, dropping her bag, which Jeff caught, scooping it up. Like a sirocco, a desert wind, she whirled away from the table leaving him a little on the tilt. His prejudices had been shattered. Jeff felt like a pinball machine with dazzling lights in his head, flashing in meaningless patterns. He sat quietly, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
“Hi Jeff, what was all that about?” Mark asked.
“I’m not sure,” Jeff admitted, before the thought could be edited.
Mark was one of those wise guys, who have to put you down to boost their own lack of self-esteem. In other words, he was an asshole.
“She’s way out of your league man,” Mark said, trying to sound serious.
Jeff knew something sarcastic was forming, for a routine follow-up, but nodded his head anyway, for it was true. She was a twenty-two year old innocent and he was a thirty-two year old cynic. Mark was right. There was no way, but Jeff hadn’t thought about it that way, not for a moment.
“She’s too young and dumb and you’re too old and too boring. Believe me, it wouldn’t work. Nothing to talk about afterwards,” he sneered.
It was a good point, something to keep in mind, just to keep everything in proportion. The way he said it was just too hard hitting. It was insulting. Friends could slap you down but this guy was a jerk.
“I liked what she had to say; it was refreshing. She was interesting to talk to. So, does that make me dumb too?” Jeff asked. He shrugged, knowing that as a witty rejoinder, it was pretty woeful. As a well-paid consultant steering the project, he couldn’t be called dumb, but yes, Jeff was dull. Life was dull! He thought about it and decided it was his own fault. He had let life become boring.
“Thank you, Jeff,” Sandra said.
The light tinkle of Sandra’s voice stopped another of Marks sneering remarks. Instead he settled for a snort of disgust and slunk off.
“That was nice of you to say such a thing,” she added. She placed a small delicate hand on his shoulder.
Jeff was surprised by her presence and highly embarrassed she had heard the discussion. “It’s true. You’re so full of life it’s a pleasure to talk to you. I enjoyed sharing ideas,” he said, and quickly stopped, for he was in danger of babbling on forever.
“If that’s true, you can take me out for a drink after work,” she said. There was a teasing quality to the tone that made it a challenge.
His tongue felt as though it had swollen in his mouth, as much as his penis had shrunk in his trousers. He smiled, knowing not to grin like an idiot. “Sure, that would be nice,” he said.
“Here’s my number, call me later,” she cooed.
He hoped she hadn’t noticed he neglected to ask for it, as his brain had closed down. A fear of what he might be getting into had shrunk his penis to nothing, so a lack of blood flow was no excuse. He took a couple of deep breaths to relax. He thought through what had happened, how he had gotten into this. Did he really want to date this young woman?
He was an analyst, so he naturally tried to think through how they had met. In his mind he was getting into the elevator, pressing the button for the executive level. Damn! He had been on his way to a meeting. Scurrying off he walked in late but no one took any notice, as though he were invisible or invulnerable to criticism. Perhaps unimportant might have been nearer the mark.
***
He picked her up from an ordinary apartment in an average part of town. There was no plaque on the building saying – “Miss Wonderful lives here.” Their conversation was stilted and the local pub was quiet, so they had to make an effort. He mentioned his job but was aware enough not to bore her with details. After the second drink he ran out of questions, but she managed to keep the conversation flowing around them.
“Do you know why I asked you out?” she smiled. The smile wrinkled her nose up in a cute way that left him smiling pleasurably. He shook his head, not trusting himself to answer, feeling it would be sarcastic and a self-putdown.
“While we were talking in the canteen you looked me in the eye, rather than at my breasts. Men always do that. I don’t blame them,” she added, in a hurried breathy way he found charming. “When you defended me against that jerk, well, I couldn’t help myself. You were so gallant, a Prince Charming, coming to my rescue,” she gushed.
“It was the truth,” he said, unsure as to what it was he was saying and where to go next. “They are nice, big, blue, lovely eyes. I enjoy the way you enthuse over ideas,” he smiled, more in embarrassment than anything. She didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness.
“Most men say that about my breasts, not my eyes,” she laughed. “They never ask me anything either,” she said, with the crinkled-brow expression she used when she thought. “You’ve asked me all sorts of things I hadn’t thought about in ages. You’re a nice, kind person. Thoughtful,” she said, with her head tilted to one side.
“No, no more, I can’t drink much. You can take me home now,” she said, looking up at him with a vulnerable little expression. She gave him a curious look then smiled generously, with her whole face, not just the mouth.
***
“Come on in,” Sandra said, on seeing him hesitating at the door. She smiled, knowing he was wondering about the protocol of how to say goodnight. Should he shake hands, or go for a light peck on the cheek.
“How do you take your coffee?” Sandra asked. She turned her back to him, fiddling with the coffee machine.
Jeff took the opportunity to have a good look at her while she was working. She had long blonde hair almost down to her waist, which was slim over a nice rounded bottom. Her legs weren’t long but they were very nicely shaped. From this angle it couldn’t be guessed that she had a large pair of breasts. At twenty-two, her skin still had an attractive fresh youthful sheen.
He was suddenly shaken from his reverie as a young woman walked into the kitchen. She bent over, rummaging through a cupboard looking for something. Jeff felt as though he should look away, but the sight of her cute bottom, clad only in a pair of panties, was enthralling.
It was as though a duplicate image of Sandra had been set beside her, stripped down to her underwear. Showing off her voluptuous body and even more, she was bent over, allowing him to visually devour her beautiful ass. The two blondes were a perfect match, from where he sat at the kitchen table.
He turned away to look at a calendar, unable to see its summer scene, for wherever he looked the half naked figure was superimposed upon his retina.
“Louise, this is Jeff,” Sandra said.
He watched Sandra turn around to see her friend frozen in place. Sandra stifled a laugh.
“Oh! I didn’t hear anyone come in. I’m wearing my old comfy knickers,” Louise began, but her mouth dried up, realizing she was sounding stupid.
Jeff automatically stood up and offered his hand. Louise stood with an empty coffee cup in one hand, with the other trying to cover her full breasts. Her legs were folded over each other to hide her crotch. Just as automatically her hand reached out to his.
Jeff succeeded in looking her in the eyes as he shook her hand. His nervousness made him pump too hard. In his peripheral vision her breasts were gyrating, as though he were putting her through a stripper’s routine. He snatched his hand away mumbling a hello and a sorry.
Louise stood in the small kitchen wishing she had at the very least worn a decent set of underwear, and wondering if she should just run away.
“You’ve made an impressive entrance, my dear,” Sandra smiled at her friend. “Sit down, I’ll fill your mug,” she smiled. “You might as well sit, he’s seen it all and he’s man enough not to gawp,” she added.
Jeff looked at Sandra with a wan smile, hoping he hadn’t been too obviously ogling her friend.
Louise plonked herself down at the table with the empty mug in her hand, proffering it to Sandra. The red of embarrassment had faded, leaving an impish look upon her face. “Coffee, coffee,” she moaned in a near whisper, feigning a dry throat.
“Stop messing around and say hello to Jeff,” Sandra told her friend.
“Hello, Jeff. Sorry about the lack of clothes but you seem to be able to handle me well,” she said, and blushed. “I mean, handle it well,” she added, with a little nervous laugh.
“Give up while you’re ahead,” Sandra advised her friend.
Jeff squirmed on the chair. He smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders. “This morning I didn’t expect to be going out for a drink with a beautiful woman, now I’m drinking with two,” he said, and laughed in embarrassment at the bad joke.
“We would be drinking, if the maid would get on with it,” Louise said, in a stage whisper.
“The maid is trying her best with this damn machine,” Sandra replied.
“Is she a good maid?” Jeff asked, trying to get into the game.
“She’s too slow but I keep her on out of kindness. She needs a spanking to speed her up. Could you oblige, Jeff?” Louise said, with an imperious tone.
“Oh! Please don’t spank me, miss! Here’s your coffee, miss, and yours, sir,” Sandra said, in an exaggerated subservient little voice. She curtsied to both of them as they laughed along with her.
“What do you think?” Louise asked, after taking a sip.
“Nice,” he said. “Very nice,” he added, while looking at Sandra.
“Doesn’t look as though the maid will receive a well deserved spanking then,” Louise said, with a wink at Sandra.
“Oh? Maybe later,” Sandra pouted, with a wink back at her friend.
There were only two chairs in the kitchen, for just the two girls, to save room. Sandra looked at Jeff and then sat gingerly on his lap. “Hope you don’t mind, kind sir,” she said.
“Well, you two look cozy; do you want me to go?” Louise asked.
“Not unless you take the chair with you,” Jeff smiled at her. He felt Sandra tighten her grip on his hand and knew she would remain there anyway. He tightened his grip around her waist, squeezing her playfully.
They didn’t hear Louise’s joking complaints as she left, for they were looking at each other intently. Their lips brushed gently, her eyes closed, while he fed upon her beauty hungrily. He needed to slow down, to calm down a little, his heart was racing.
He kissed her lips, running the tip of his tongue over them. He pulled her upper lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. He felt her wriggle her bottom on his hard cock, massaging it through his trousers. She opened her mouth, letting him enter her, and her tongue played with his, enwrapped in a passionate tangle.
They sucked and gasped and gripped each other with arms enwrapped about their bodies. They began to pull and tug at the clothing, caressing exposed flesh with exploring fingertips. The flat of a hand smoothed up a back, a hand gripped an arm, then moved on to unclip a bra or unzip a fly.
The chair fell over as she was lifted onto the kitchen table.
Louise heard a crash and a yelp, making her leap up out of bed. She ran to the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. In the doorway she gripped the wooden frame, as though fastened to it. For a moment she thought her friend was being assaulted, until the mutual savagery became evident.
She sucked on his nipples, while clawing his back.
He pulled her to the edge of the table.
They had hastily ripped off their clothes, which were scattered around the kitchen, left wherever they landed. His large penis was rigid, moving in toward her friend’s pussy. Louise backed away with a hand between her legs. It was both instinctively protective and gripping her crotch with lascivious intent. She fixedly watched the hard cock invade her friend, though it felt as though she herself were being taken.
She stumbled back to her bedroom with her head spinning, re-running the images of lust she had just witnessed. She fell back on the bed with legs splayed, hastily pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. She began furiously rubbing her swollen lips. She wiped her bud with a finger, while pinching a nipple, as she began a long, pleasurable journey.
As soon as Louise left, Sandra locked her heels around his back, pulling him to her, feeling a delightful fullness. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as he picked up his pace. She realized he was taking his cue from her movements, matching her slight thrusts that were wobbling the table.
“Lift me up, the table will collapse,” she said, through pouting lips. He held her tight in his arms, squashing her face in his chest, still thrusting with powerful legs. She remembered he had been a keen cyclist, and thanked him for it with mumbled words around a nipple.
“Give it to me, all of it, deeper, fuck me hard, you bastard,” she wailed, in one long outpouring of a whoosh of air.
She sucked hard on his nipple then bit it sharply, as an orgasm hit her belly. It was like a cramp shooting out through her entire body. Both nipples swelled till they hurt. Her legs went into a spasm, digging both heels into his hard bottom. Her arms tightened around his neck and she tried to rake his back with her nails.
“Stop! Hold it there, don’t move,” she spoke harshly.
She heard him groan knowing it wasn’t from the pain of her attack but from his orgasm. He jerked roughly; despite her clinging limbs trying to keep a hold of him, trying to keep him still. She was trying to cope with the violent sensations coursing through her over-sensitized nervous system.
She felt his cock jerking, knowing his powerful cock was spewing sperm into her body, imagining it strongly swimming up inside, invading her, fertilizing her, making her his woman. She yelled out a string of garbled curses, wanting to beat upon his back. She needed to tear at him, to hurt him. Unable to let go of him to use her fists, in case she fell away from his cock, a cry of frustration was ripped from her throat.
“Fill me up, fill me with your cum, make me yours, you bastard, don’t let me go!”
She felt his cock subsiding from her and cried out again. “Let me squeeze it! Let me have it all!” she complained.
It felt like a great loss, an emptiness needing to be assuaged; she wanted to squeeze his powerful cock, needing to squeeze out every last drop of the potent force that had fired her belly. She slipped from his grasp, unable to unhook her ankles from around him, unable to move her limbs. Her nipples fired a little wave of pleasure as they ran down his chest.
He perched her bare bum on the edge of table, breathing heavily in her ear. The sensation tingled, as every touch of his hands and body sent little shivers through her. She felt everything in stark gut-wrenching intensity. She knew then, this man was too good to let go. She had felt it from the moment they spoke that morning, but now she knew for sure.
The moment of madness didn’t subside into guilt or regret; she simply wanted him and would keep him. A deep sense of well-being flooded her as he carried her from the kitchen, still clinging to his body. “Left,” she managed to tell him through heavy breaths.
They tumbled upon the bed, lying there in each other’s arms, not caring about anything or anyone. He needed to sleep but managed to keep awake long enough to whisper in her ear how much he wanted her.
She didn’t listen to the words but took in the intensity of the meaning. When his arms slackened from around her she pushed him aside, so as to look at him. She already knew she liked what she saw. He came across as a serious, almost geeky guy, someone she wouldn’t have considered in the past.
***
Louise heard her friend’s gasps and howls of pleasure. Her fingers reached inside with a thumb rubbing intently upon her nub. She knew this would leave her frustrated but she had to orgasm. The sight of that man entering her friend was fixed in her mind, as though she were the woman being taken.
“Make love to me, be gentle with me, do it to me,” she whispered, with a wispy voice.
The final gasps from Sandra were hers, and his lovemaking noises were in her ears, now so very sensitive. It felt as though he were here, making love to her. A slow delicious orgasm crept over her. It was deeper than expected. The orgasm took her, as though he were taking her on a lovely journey. It gently spread over her body, eventually leaving her sated.
“Yes! Oh! Yes! It’s wonderful! You lovely man,” Louise hissed, through clenched teeth.
***
Sandra stroked his hair, kissing his fluttering closed eyes. It was her turn to murmur endearing words, unabashed at having known him for only a few intense hours. In a few moments she too was sleeping contentedly.
***
In the morning she awoke to watch him sleeping. Propped up on an elbow, she smiled to herself, thinking over yesterday. Never had she been as forward as this, letting a man into her bedroom on a first date. Though technically it had been in the kitchen, she thought, giggling at the naughtiness of the act.
They had talked a lot, discovering little things about each other, but they were still strangers. She hoped the gut feeling of meeting someone different, someone good for her, wasn’t wrong.
“Hi!” he said.
It took her by surprise and she smiled; a large open gesture of pleasure.
“You have a wonderful glint in your eyes. I think we should get to know each other a bit better, don’t you?” he said, with a big teasing smile on his face.
Sandra liked the way he looked at her. He didn’t talk to her breasts he talked to her, and he listened, too. He didn’t treat her like a dumb blonde either; he considered what she said. What he did to her last night was great too. She giggled over that, having to turn away under his intense stare, as though he might read her mind.
“Do you do this all the time, invite strange men to your bed?” he teased.
From anyone else she would have been insulted and slapped them hard, but there again, someone like that wouldn’t have been invited into the apartment.
“Yes, of course. I believe in making everyone I meet happy. Have I made you happy?” she teased, right back at him.
“So happy I don’t think I’ll let you go,” he said, while grabbing hold of her head to kiss her lips.
She relented, letting him explore her mouth, being passive, not wanting to start all over again just then. They needed to talk. She was pleasantly surprised that he quickly got the message, and slid back from her to lie smiling broadly at her.
“Do you always take women home, to seduce them on a first date?” she asked, trying to sound innocent.
“No.” he said. Looking serious, he seemed to be questioning himself. “This is quite unusual. I can see it is for you too. What does it mean?” he asked, trying to get her to admit to something.
“Let’s just see shall we? Have some fun, then see where it goes,” she said, while fending him off. “Enough fun for the moment,” she warned him. She was both relieved and disappointed he didn’t push his intent. They were lying on top of the bed, uncovered, naked. She could see his interest stirring, but there were other things to do first.
She jumped up from the bed before he began another attack, for she was very near a full capitulation. “Make the coffee and bring them in to Louise and me. Black, no sugar,” she added. She looked around the room, until remembering her clothes were in the kitchen. She looked at him with a wry grin on her face and skipped out of the bedroom.
Louise wasn’t exactly gifted with the ability of thinking deeply, but she was another woman to be consulted. She needed an objective opinion. Sandra then remembered her friend bursting in on them last night and how she had just stood there mesmerized. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to give an objective opinion after all.
***
“So what are you two plotting?” he asked. He watched them giggling, obviously discussing him. “Here, two coffees. Don’t call me the maid, either,” he warned them.
“I was thinking you had taken too long and I might have to spank you,” Sandra teased.
“If you want to play that sort of game then you’ll be the one spanked, young lady,” he retorted.
“What about me?” Louise asked. “I meant, my coffee,” she blushed, when they both looked at her. “Stop it you two!” she added.
Jeff stood looking around an untidy room, for somewhere to sit.
“What do you think of him?” Sandra asked.
“Nice,” Louise said, looking up at him.
“What do you want me to do? Strip off for you?” he said. It was a reaction to their obvious appraisal. He flexed his arms knowing he was no muscle man.
“Good idea! Show my friend what I’ve brought home,” she teased.
Jeff began to strip off his shirt while they hummed a tune. With two beautiful young women watching him intently, obviously amused, but also interested, he couldn’t help playing up to them. His natural reserve was thrown aside with his shirt.
He undid his trousers expecting it to be brought to a halt by Sandra, only to discover they were both encouraging him. If he had been thinking clearly he would have realized this could only end in embarrassment.
In his underpants he turned around to wiggle his bottom at them. He was beginning to regret this for he wasn’t exactly a young man any more and they were sure to compare him unfavorably.
“Very nice indeed! I’d say, built for endurance,” Louise commented.
“Look at those calf muscles, a lot of thrusting strength there,” Sandra laughed.
“You should know, after last night, you hussy!” Louise teased in a put-on shocked tone.
“You enjoyed it too, sweet,” she countered.
“What do you mean?” Louise asked, attempting innocence.
“You watched us in the kitchen then ran off fingering yourself. This bed’s still wet, so you must have enjoyed it too!” Sandra told her friend.
Jeff was amazed. Listening to the two of them was a revelation. He became carried away with the excitement of the moment. He went to the foot of the bed and lifted the quilt to attack their feet. Both girls squirmed helplessly, laughing loudly, from his tickling. They quickly set their coffee cups aside so they wouldn’t scald themselves.
“Help! Stop! I give in,” Sandra yelped, while laughing uncontrollably.
“Not me! Get her, she’s the naughty one,” Louise squeaked, through a fit of laughter.
He held onto an ankle stroking and scratching the sole of one foot then quickly grabbed another. As they drew their feet up the bed he followed until he was under the quilt between them. They were wearing just bras and panties, so he was surrounded by bare legs.
They didn’t seem to be fighting him off very effectively, and it wasn’t just because they were helpless in their laughter. The smooth young skin of their legs was so tempting. His hands ran up two set of thighs. They were pressed tight together as his hand skimmed over soft yielding flesh, over their panties, up to their flat bellies.
He blew a raspberry on one tummy then the other.
“Stop it, you’re being naughty. I’ll spank you,” Sandra panted, between giggles.
He might have seen this as encouragement, but he was too far into the game to realize. They were enjoying it too, too excited to think about where it might end.
Jeff put his arms around their legs, lifting them up to make a tent under the quilt. He slapped one bottom then the other.
“Hey! No! Stop it!” they squealed. Even feeling weak from laughter they could have fought him off. They instead squirmed, making weak snatches at his hands, feeling helpless from their hysterics.
He spanked them again. Gentle slaps, more like a feel of their deliciously soft bottoms, rather than meaning to hurt. Their legs separated and his arms wound between the legs to grip them tight. All three were under the quilt now, which formed a little secret den, away from the real world.
Here they could play like naughty children. Both girls knew he had them in the same lock. They knew what it was doing to each of them and they liked it. The naughty game pushed each one a little further, exciting them both to a high pitch of delight.
Sandra could feel his arm between her legs and couldn’t help gripping it tight. She refrained from rubbing her lips on his arm, but only just. She realized Louise was trying to hide her discreet movements, so she gave in, clenching his arm. She began to push her hips, humping his arm.
Feeling Sandra’s hip rubbing back and forth it became obvious to Louise what her friend was doing. The need for gratification overwhelmed her better judgment, overwhelmed everything, as Louise, too, gripped his arm tight between her legs and rode it.
Jeff felt the movements and heard them breathing heavily. He looked up into their faces to see how sexed up they were. He leaned forward and bit upon Sandra’s nipple through the bra. Instead of scolding him she groaned. He tried Louise and she groaned even louder. They both continued moaning and whimpering, rubbing the crotch of their panties against his arms.
If anything Louise was shoving the hardest, almost franticly needing to orgasm. They wore their own sex faces, a mixture of a grimace with a look of determination. He smiled to himself. Although he had calmed down, these two very hot women were desperate for an orgasm. With each of their synchronized thrusts he pulled his arm down a little further, until his hand was right between their legs.
He turned his hand palm down, at the same time rubbing the sodden crotch of their panties to one side. He tickled their lips, but it was obviously a waste of time, for they were open and very ready. He pushed two fingers into them until his thumb contacted their clits.
He rubbed with his thumb causing them to whimper in unison. He waggled his fingers bringing forth a yell, no longer of frustration but of an announcement. They were close, very close. They lay back next to each other, each one’s excitement bringing the other closer and closer to completion.
Like glove puppets, he worked them, eliciting little yells and squirms of their hips, finding out which movements made them the most excited. Working hard upon their clits they suddenly became silent and still. As one, both young women arched their backs, trying to suck in his fingers, gripping them hard.
Sandra became coherent enough to shout out loud. “Stop, now, stop, hold it in,” she told him.
“Yes, yes, yes, Oh! Yes!” Louise whimpered.
Sandra gripped his hand hard, almost breaking his wrist. Louise slumped down in exhaustion with her arms flopping at her sides, her legs slackly open. She fell onto his thumb which poked into her asshole. He gently extracted it but she didn’t seem to care or notice.
He pushed his way up the bed between them, and pulled an arm from each of them around him. He had a big smile on his face from having two beautiful young women cuddling him. They didn’t need encouragement to wrap their arms around him to hold on tight, snuggling up to him.
There was no way he was going to sleep now, for he was in heaven. A large pair of breasts was pressed against his chest, with another in his back. Both women were pressed tight against him sandwiching him between them.
Sandra began kissing his lips, forcing her way into his mouth. Louise kissed his back, moving up to his neck, licking and nuzzling along the way. He felt their hands over his body. Louise moved her legs away to reach his bottom. She was searching between his legs for his cock but Sandra had a firm grip of it.
Louise found his asshole and began circling it with a wet finger, made so from her own juices. Sandra was tugging on his cock, ever so slowly, then every so often gripped its base tightly. Louise pushed a finger into his asshole, almost causing him to cum, but a tight grip on his cock held him back.
Another hand began to cup his balls. With tremendous willpower, he brought his thoughts away from them, to concentrate on an analysis he was working on in the office. Again and again he lost the battle but returned to the office in his thoughts.
Sandra dragged him onto her body and maneuvered his cock while thrusting up at him. She took him all in with one great shove from her hips. A great yell announced her orgasm. “Fuck! Oh Shit! You fucking bastard!” she yelled.
The sound of her friend’s orgasm rocked Louise, bringing her so close, but she could not climax again without being filled. “Please fuck me, please fuck me!” she yelped.
Louise was frantic, plucking at him without much strength. He knew what she wanted and rolled onto her, falling right between her legs. His cock was trapped between them pressing into her belly. She frantically maneuvered herself while he lifted up his body. He plunged in the wet open hole that was so desperately waiting for him.
It seemed to grasp him tight, closing hard around his aching cock. He had been waiting too long; his climax would not be imminent. He knew he was going to have to work hard to get his release, and he thrust into her, again and again, fucking her with a passion.
Louise whimpered from a deep orgasm. “Thank you, oh, thank you,” she whispered. He carried on pounding at her pussy, thrusting in with a cock that demanded satisfaction. Eventually he spurted into her inert body. A long satisfying pumping of jet after jet of sperm spurted into her.
Louise’s whole body shuddered from another orgasm. He collapsed between them, sated. He vaguely felt hands exploring his body, not knowing whose they were, and not caring, for he was in heaven again.
He fell asleep looking resplendent, with a smile on his face.
Sandra put her head on his chest listening to his heart still beating heavily. She looked at her friend trying to recover from a deep climax.
Louise looked away from her friend, not knowing what to say.
“What do you think of our stud, then? Good or magnificent, don’t you think?” Sandra whispered.
Did she say, ‘our stud’, Louise wondered. Did she really mean that or was she ready for a fight? “He’s wonderful. You’re lucky,” she said, still not daring to look at her friend.
“If you’re good, I might share him with you,” she smiled.
Louise looked at her, trying to fathom whether she meant it. Would she mean it once they returned to reality from this dream world of bliss?
“We haven’t had boyfriends for a long time. You remember all those evenings alone sharing a bottle of wine? We talked about where we were going wrong. This one is pretty good, don’t you think?”
Louise nodded her head. She wasn’t sure about sharing him, could that work? They whispered together, although it didn’t look as though he would wake for a week, or even for an earthquake.
“Give him a nice kiss,” Sandra said.
Feeling unsure, even guilty, she tenderly kissed his lips. Sandra watched closely with a big warm smile lighting her face. Louise was surprised to see Sandra looked contented, even though she was kissing her man.
They slipped out of the bed to shower and pull on dressing gowns.
***
“Hey sleepyhead, coffee,” Sandra said. Sitting on the edge of Louise’s bed she prodded Jeff, unable to wait any longer. He made the usual grunting sounds that might mean something in a prehistoric language, sat up and began sipping the hot coffee.
Sandra didn’t want to torture him with silence, though it was difficult to know where to begin. He was studying the coffee, avoiding looking at her, trying to think of what to say, how to apologize. He looked guilty, which was a good sign. Although she was always a sensible person, this time she started in the middle and worked her way outwards.
“It’s difficult to meet a nice guy. We go to a club, and it’s the bold immature guy who gets sent over by his friends. Nice guys seem afraid to approach us, or they dismiss us, thinking we’re just dumb blondes,” Sandra quietly spoke, treading carefully.
“We haven’t brought anyone home in a long time. We don’t do this sort of thing. You’re special, Jeff,” she took a deep breath. “I want to get to know you,” she said.
He took her hand and squeezed it. “How’s Louise, she alright?” Sandra smiled, nodding her head. “I want to get to know you, too. We’ll take it slow as you said.” He hesitated, not wanting to mention what happened.
“Do we forget what happened here?” he asked. He really meant to say that they must, but it came out wrong. He needed her guidance on how to approach Louise.
“No. We’re both OK. It’s up to you.”
“I don’t understand,” he said. He could at least look at her now. “I want to get to know you, to get over this awkward start,” he said, treading carefully.
“OK. We were thinking maybe you might want to get to know both of us,” she said, lightly blushing. Looking away, she wondered what the hell he was thinking of her. “Do you think you could? I mean, it’s difficult. I’m usually clear what I mean. This is unusual but could you handle getting to know both of us?” Sandra said.
She felt embarrassed. The two friends had talked it through and it seemed a reasonable arrangement, until now confronting him with it. She looked away again, unsure of herself.
“I’m not sure it would work. You’ve talked it through? You’re way ahead of me. I need time to think about it,” he muttered.
Sandra laughed. “You look shocked,” she said. “Any guy would jump at the chance. I knew you would be cautious. I told Louise you were a perfect man, a one in a million. We don’t want to let you go, Jeff,” she said, with a determined voice, showing she meant it.
The silence was too much for her. “We would never contemplate such an arrangement with anyone else,” she added.
“I know,” he sighed. He was trying to be reassuring but he hardly knew her. “What did you discuss? What do I do?” he said, sounding bewildered.
“We go out separately, on dates. At home we kind of share things,” she said. Sandra was feeling more confident now. She was afraid he might think they were a couple of sluts but he looked concerned and was handling it well.
“At least we got over the first kiss,” he smiled at her. “I need a hug,” he said.
She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly.
“This is a bit of a shock. I need a shower. I’ll go talk to Louise,” he mumbled.
Sandra nodded and reluctantly let go of him.
***
“Louise, you alright?” Jeff asked.
“Sure! You OK?” she asked. She smiled at him nervously.
“We don’t do that sort of thing, you know,” she said, trying to sound sensible and mature about it. “Well. It was nice,” she blushed.
“OK. Where do we go from here?” he asked.
“Sandra thinks you can … look after us both?” she blushed even more.
“I’m willing to give it a try, if you are,” he said. She nodded and smiled at him. “It’s funny. I should feel on top of the world, but I’m nervous,” he sighed. He sat next to her and put an arm around her. She wrapped both arms around him and they hugged, not speaking.
In the shower he had worked out that Sandra was the bold one, a ‘take life in both hands’ kind of person, whereas Louise was the opposite. She needed caring for, looking after. But, didn’t everyone when it came down to it?
“We all need someone to care for us and I have plenty of love to share. I want to share some time with you, Louise,” he held her face in his hands, looking directly into her eyes.
“That would be nice,” she cooed.
She was nineteen but looked much younger right then. He felt his years melting away, as though he were a vigorous youth again. “So! Where do we begin?” he asked.
“You hungry?” she asked. “I can make something to eat. What do you like?” she asked with eagerness.
He was over the shock, coming to terms with it all, but he didn’t think it the right time to say he wanted to eat her pussy. “Let’s get together in the kitchen and see what there is,” he told her.
The awkwardness evaporated as the two friends orchestrated a late breakfast. They had settled things between them and were pleased he had agreed to their idea. He sat there watching them.
Two beautiful young blondes were cooking breakfast for him. He didn’t usually have a dessert after breakfast, but their giggles and the looks they gave him warned him to eat a hearty meal. He reckoned he would need all the strength he could muster today.