I rose unsteadily to me feet, somehow still bemused. Anne also rose, tossing the sticky towel aside. Carol followed slower, but she asked me, “So, Mister H, got any ideas?”
I had lots of ideas. So many ideas. None of them appropriate for doing with two women whose ages together did not equal my own. But I was going to suggest a few anyway!
“Bedroom?” I asked, almost tentatively.
This met with instant approval, and each grabbed one of my hands, and we were all suddenly hastening inside. Somehow I felt less terrified at the prospect of continuing this inside the house than if we stayed outside. I think it was because my mother might drop into the backyard without warning, but she always at least yelled when she entered my actual house. Where was she again? Oh yeah, she was in Tucson with her golf buddies. I was safe.
If the Pope walked in, he could go fuck himself.
We stepped into my bedroom and I turned to face the girls, placing one finger alongside my nose. Anne instantly reacted by putting her finger against her nose. Carol was confused for a second, then swore as she raised her finger.
“Too late!” I almost giggled, and seized Anne. I lifted her and tossed her on her back, full length on my bed. She definitely giggled. Someone had to be first, I reasoned.
I locked eyes with Anne as I crawled up onto the mattress after her, gliding between her legs and lifting one to start kissing my way down her thigh. I went as slow as I could, considering there was apparently a line waiting, but I soon had my lips brushing along her now completely shaven pussy. She sighed happily as I kissed my way up and down the length of her slit, letting my tongue sneak out for tiny licks as I went. As I drew my now fully extended taster slowly up the length of Anne’s opening, I saw Carol’s curious face lean in over Anne and stare down at my buried face. She bit her lower lip.
“Is he doing all the things, Anne?” she asked breathlessly, not taking her eyes from the intersection of my mouth and Anne’s pussy.
“Not yet,” Anne groaned happily, “but he’s getting a good, Ohhhh… start,” she yelped as I probed hard into her with my pointed tongue.
“Fuuuuuuck…” Carol sighed in fascination.
“Language…” Anne groaned.
I managed not to laugh, a feat not equalled by Carol, and I mumbled, “Fwank hew,” with my tongue still inside Anne for her help on keeping things proper around here.
Carol turned swiftly and leaned over above Anne’s face. “Show me what he’s doing,” she murmured. Then the athletic dish crawled up and lowered her groin right over Anne’s face with her ass toward me!
What the fuck?
Then Anne leaned up and put her mouth right on Carol’s sex, which blew my mind in so many ways. I paused, stunned.
“Go on,” Carol urged Anne.
“He’s stopped,” Anne complained, leaning back from Carol’s twat.
“Mister H, Anne can’t show me what you are doing if you aren’t doing it!” Carol called out, not even looking back at me, just quivering over Anne’s face.
Almost without conscious thought, I pressed my tongue back into Anne, savoring her deliciousness. Anne dutifully raised her head and I caught a flash of tongue as she thrust it upward between Carol’s shivering legs. I licked swiftly, once or twice, then I raised a hand above my upper lip and pressed my thumb inward atop Anne’s slit, just brushing her clit softly with my thumb. Anne moaned, and she raised her hand likewise. Then Carol moaned too.
I slid up my tongue, shoving my own thumb aside to lick that delicious bud. Anne and Carol both almost shrieked in delight at nearly the same time. I licked again, and again drew similar reactions from both.
I was eating out Carol by remote control…
Well, this was too goddamned fun! I threw the kitchen sink at Anne, and by extension Carol. I probed deeply into their depths with my tongue. I pressed gently on their clits with my thumb, then moved it aside to curl my first two fingers down to rest on each side of their bud, licking the trapped clitoris.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Carol moaned. “He is definitely doing all the things!”
Anne just murmured agreement, emitted a muffled, “Mmm hmmm,” and then did something to Carol that was not a mirror of anything I was up to at that moment, drawing quite the reaction from the pony-tailed brunette.
Hey!
This was my little play to direct. No improvising.
I dove in even more energetically, so Anne would have no time for mysterious supplemental activity. It did not take long before both were squirming and their stomachs were undulating in impending orgasm.
Suddenly, as I flipped my tongue side to side across Anne’s clit while plunging two curled fingers inside her, Carol came, loudly and with gusto. She shrieked in joy, arched her back, ground her hips down on Anne for just a second, before she dramatically collapsed to one side with a gleeful cry.
I plunged my finger deeper into Anne and sucked on her bud. She rewarded me with a titanic thrust of her hips upward and a gargling moan. I pressed my mouth home on her and she yelped again before collapsing bonelessly in front of me.
I pulled myself up onto my haunches and slid off the bed.
“Anne, what the fuck?” I shouted, almost actually mad. “How the hell could you make Carol come before I made you, and you were just doing what I was doing?”
Both of them dissolved into laughter.
“In my defense, Clark,” Anne giggled. “I was distracted with my own tasks, and Carol was just along for the ride.”
“I’ll try to hold out longer next time,” Carol said in mock contrition.
What the actual fuck? That was in no way the first time Anne had her mouth on some girl’s sex. And it was not Carol’s first time with a girl’s tongue inside her. They were not remotely awkward enough for that, right?
“This was not your first time doing this, is it?” I asked, shaking my head.
“Damn sure is,” Carol laughed.
I stared at her skeptically.
“He doesn’t mean a threesome, Carol,” Anne said slowly.
“Oh! Oh. Yeah, maybe not,” Carol admitted.
“But, oh God! You can’t tell Becca! Or Mary! Or… or anybody, please!” Anne exclaimed.
“Oh shit, no!” Carol added emphatically. “It’s… we don’t… we aren’t…” she petered out.
“We’re not lesbians,” Anne said emphatically. “We’ve tried it. And it was fun, mostly. But we don’t… you know. And we aren’t that…”
“You’re better at it now,” Carol muttered, in spite of herself.
Anne shot her a dirty look that didn’t disagree. “But it sure is a hell of a lot less strange when there is a man involved, at least for me.” She looked at Carol.
“Oh God, yes,” Carol agreed. “You are like permission,” she told me enthusiastically.
Anne liked at her for a second. “Yeah, that is it. With you here… It’s not like it’s that weird.”
Carol shook her head in agreement. “Yeah, this is just Sex-Plus. We aren’t trying to lez out.”
I had copious evidence that neither of these girls were lesbians. But while I had almost zero experience with bi-sexuals, and none of that experience direct, these two girls were at least a little bi-sexual. This did not exactly cool my arousal…
“But really, Mister H, we aren’t. You can’t tell anyone. We don’t want people…”
“Like I’m going to blab about this to anyone we know!” I snorted. Then I looked at them both with a smile that nearly split my face. “But please understand, in future days, when I am with people… with men, who don’t and won’t know you, and I can safely anonymize the information anyway, I am going to brag about this shit until the end of time!” We all laughed.
“I guess that wherever I move after college, I’ll brag about this too,” Anne admitted.
“Among other things,” Carol teased, poking the more slender girl in the ribs.
These girls were doing all sorts of shit at college, weren’t they?
Don’t think about Becca. Don’t think about Becca…
I looked at Carol, and opened my mouth. “I… I need to fuck you now,” I breathed softly, still somehow, despite everything going on here, tentative.
Carol was… not tentative.
“Oh yeah,” she sighed, and bounced across to the end of the bed at my feet. My bed is extra high due to the drawers underneath it, and Carol just rolled over on her belly and hung her legs off the edge!
“Give it to me, Mister H,” she sighed over her shoulder.
Well… I had asked for it. I guessed I ought to oblige.
I shot a glance at Anne, who was curled up and watching intently. I shrugged and reached out to caress the upturned, muscular ass before me, its skin so tight and smooth it might have been carved from marble. I let my cock drag over its contours, content for a few seconds in just that stimulation.
But only for a few seconds, as I could not resist grabbing my shaft and dipping it under that ass and pressing it against Carol’s sopping, still petaled outward snatch. I pushed myself home, driving to the hilt in a single, smooth stroke–not fast, but with dispatch. Both of us groaned happily as I delved into her. With the height of my bed, I barely needed to bend my knees to be able to fuck Carol, and I began to do just that.
I grabbed her hips, running my thumbs over that hard ass and began to pump into her. From the start, I established a steady rhythm of strokes, deep and strong. I wanted to husband my strength, since there were two girls here after all. I had never had to balance things like that and my mind was racing. The enormous orgasm against their chests that I had practically just had was going to be a huge help. I had to bring Carol to fruition, then take Anne however she wanted, and I had to last until she too was satisfied.
I could do it, but it wasn’t going to be easy. Holy shit did Carol feel good wrapped around my cock. She was moaning steadily as I speared her, grunting a tiny bit with each impact of my belly against her ass. It felt like I had her in a trance, and I pinched her ass a little, just to snap her out of it. I wanted her active enjoyment.
Carol gleeped at my pinch and lifted her head to look at Anne. “Hell, he is so good isn’t he?” she gasped at her watching friend.
My gaze rose automatically to Anne, who was lying there, flicking a hard nipple with her fingers. “Apparently,” Anne drawled in reply. Then I saw her eyes twinkle with a sudden idea.
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