Just Another Kiss: Happy Birthday

Literotic asexstories – Just Another Kiss: Happy Birthday by McQueen127,McQueen127
Author’s Note: This is a sequel of sorts to my first published story, “Just a Kiss.” I tried to write it in such a way that “Just a Kiss” isn’t required reading to follow the events in this story, but you’re certainly welcome to read it first if you haven’t. Thanks to all of you who did read it. I wasn’t sure what kind of response I’d get to my first story. To say I was overwhelmed by the number of folks who read it would be an understatement. Thank you especially to those who took the time to comment on it and/or rate it. You inspired me to share the rest of the story that’s always been in my head. Now for the disclaimer.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

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FRIDAY

I sat at a table in the food court section of the student union, drinking my usual cup of Dunkin’, with double cream and double sugar, waiting for my girlfriend Jean to arrive. We were both seniors in college and graduation was just around the corner. Because of our schedules during this, our last semester, we didn’t get the chance to see each other much during the day, so we always had breakfast every morning before classes started.

Jean almost always arrived first because, unlike me, she was always on time. I definitely didn’t want to be late this morning though. Jean had texted me last night to let me know she had something important to talk to me about over breakfast. My mind immediately went to things involving Jean and her roommate and best friend Keri. So, for once, I found myself early.

It had been two weeks since Jean confessed to me over our usual breakfast that she’d had sex with Keri. How the promise of “just a kiss” and the idea of an implied hall pass had led to a full-blown lesbian experience between the two. It had been the first time with another woman for either of them, and to hear Jean tell it, it had been amazing.

After Jean had shared all the very intimate details, we clarified that the idea of Keri being Jean’s “hall pass” was no longer an implied one, and that she very clearly had my permission to experiment more with Keri. As long as she shared with me the details of any future sexual encounters.

Keri was aware that Jean had told me about their night together, as well as our agreement going forward that if something else happens, it also gets shared with me. It was a little awkward the first time the three of us had gone out for pizza after things had, quite literally, gone down between the two girls. Despite the awkwardness, we all acknowledged what had happened, that we were all cool with it, and we had pretty much settled back into a normal routine.

Secretly though, I wondered how long it might be before the obvious sexual energy between the two got to a point where they couldn’t help themselves again. I fully expected that Jean would soon be filling me in on all the details of another night of passionate sex with Keri.

I looked at my iPhone and noted the time was 6:59, meaning Jean should be arriving any second. I looked towards the north door and saw her walk in.

Jean is the type of girl that everyone notices when she walks into a room. She’s six foot three inches with red hair, pale skin and a light dusting of freckles. But unlike most tall girls, who are typically rail thin, Jean is built like an athlete. She used to play volleyball in High School, but an injury cut her playing days short. She still puts a lot of time and effort into staying in shape though. She’s into CrossFit currently, and while she’s not completely “jacked” like some of the women you see in CrossFit, she’s still mostly muscle and curves. Which, along with her well-proportioned D Cup breasts, make for quite a stunning impression. Especially today.

Jean must have been at CrossFit prior to breakfast, because she walked in wearing her workout gear. Her black lycra shorts and purple lycra crop-top seemed practically painted on. All of which served to highlight her toned arms and legs, a hint of abs, her amazing ass, and the aforementioned breasts. Her long, curly red hair was up in a ponytail and there was a bit of a flush to her smooth, pale skin.

“You’re staring, Todd.” Jean said, as she sat down across from me at the table.

“So is half the student Union,” I replied with a wink.

Jean shrugged. She’d stopped being self-conscious about her appearance years ago. “I can’t help it if I’m built like a — what was it your grandpa called me when I first met him?”

“A brick shithouse,” I said helpfully. Grandpa Don wasn’t the most subtle and reserved of my family members, nor was he the sanest. But he wasn’t wrong about Jean.

“Coffee?” I asked, as I passed Jean her usual Dunkin Americano.

“Thanks,” Jean said, as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a nice big lady-like slurp.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you?” I said accusingly. “Don’t you know that manners maketh man? Or in your case woman.”

“Too early for Kingsman quotes, bruv.” Jean replied, playing along. Her attempt at a London accent was, to be polite, terrible.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to talk this morning,” I said, taking a more serious tone. “So, what did you want to talk about? You and Keri take another dip in the lady pond together?”

Jean hated it when I used the “lady pond” phrase, but I found it amusing.

There was a long moment where Jean said nothing. She simply stared at me. My mind congratulated me on being right and got ready to hear the steamy details.

“Not exactly.” Jean said cryptically.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked with a touch of disappointment.

“Remember when I told you about Keri and I having sex? Jean asked. “Well, Keri — ”

“Until the day I die and probably long after that,” I interrupted. I quickly noticed the shark-freezing stare direct my way and waved my hand towards Jean to encourage her to go on.

“As I was saying,” Jean continued. “Keri was okay with me telling you about us, but she absolutely did not want Brad to find out about it.”

Brad was Keri’s fiancé. They’d been going out since High School when Brad was a senior and Keri was a freshman. With Keri now a senior in college and about to graduate, Brad had recently proposed to her. Brad was a decent guy, but neither Jean nor I felt he was Keri’s intellectual equal. He was a good old farm boy, but as I often pointed out to Jean, there was nothing wrong with that. Especially considering how much Keri seemed to love him and how much Brad worshipped the ground Keri walked on.

“Yeah, and you told me to make sure I didn’t say anything to Brad either. Which I haven’t.” I stated emphatically. “But wasn’t the reason she didn’t want him to know wasn’t that he’d be jealous, but because he didn’t get to watch?”

“Exactly,” said Jean. “Apparently that’s been a fantasy of his for some time. Watching Keri have sex with another girl. But she didn’t want to get wrapped up in any of that expectation of fantasy fulfillment with him, so she figured it was best not to say anything to him.”

I suddenly realized something about the words Jean was using. “Um, why are you using past tense?” I asked.

“You noticed that, huh?” Jean said. “Clever boy. Anyway, Brad’s birthday is this Saturday,” Jean continued. “Keri asked him last night what he wanted for his birthday, and he jokingly brought up his fantasy of watching her and another girl. So, Keri decided to tell him everything.”

“Why?” I asked, wondering where Jean was going with all this. She had started to twirl the curls in her, which was something she did when she was nervous and excited.

“Two reasons,” Jean explained. “One, she was feeling a bit guilty about whether or not Brad would consider Keri having sex with me to be cheating. Two, she thought that maybe telling him all the details would be enough to satisfy his curiosity.”

“And was it?” I asked. Already knowing the answer.

“Of course not,” Jean said. “He didn’t get mad, but he certainly reiterated his desire to have an opportunity to personally witness her having sexual relations with another woman.”

“Certainly reiterated his desire?” I sputtered. “Could you use English please?”

“He asked if he could watch us the next time.” Jean said with a sigh.

“Is there going to be a next time?” I asked.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Jean said.

“Finally getting to the point.” I observed aloud.

“After Keri got home from Brad’s last night, she let me know that she had told Brad about us,” Jean began as she started twirling her hair again. “Then she asked me if, for Brad’s birthday, I would consider having sex with her while he watched.”

When Jean first told me that Keri had told Brad about their lesbian tryst, I had half-expected it to lead to where I found myself now. About to be asked to let another guy watch my girlfriend have sex with another girl. But now that the moment was actually here, I was still a bit shocked.

“Are you asking me for permission?” I asked.

“Well, there’s a bit more to it,” Jean said. “You see, Keri wants you there too.”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed much louder than I intended to.

Jean lowered her voice as if to compensate for my outburst. “Keri didn’t feel comfortable asking me to have sex with her with just Brad watching. She didn’t feel like that was fair to me or to you. So, she suggested that you be there as well.”

“That’s assuming I want to watch.” I replied a little more petulantly than I intended. Nevertheless, I crossed my arms for good measure.

Jean gave me the look my mother used to give me when I said something completely stupid. “Todd. Please. Don’t even pretend you don’t want to watch,” she said. “You haven’t joked once about Keri and me since I first told you about what happened. Which I appreciate, but both you and I know just how very, very badly you would like to watch.”

“How would Brad feel about me crashing his birthday party?” I asked.

“As Keri pointed out, your birthday is next month, so she’s going to propose it to him as a joint birthday celebration for the both of you.” Jean replied. “If he wants to watch bad enough, he’ll agree to our terms.”

“Our terms?” I asked.

“Keri’s and mine,” Jean clarified. “I’ve flat out said I’m not doing it unless you are there too.”

“So, is this something you really want to do?” I asked. I quickly elaborated before she could respond. “What I’m saying is, don’t feel like you have to do this because you think it’s something I want. If you don’t want to do it, tell Keri I said no and that will be that.”

Jean hesitated a bit. She was getting flushed again, but CrossFit had nothing to do with it.

“I do want to do it,” she said. “Or at least try. Who knows, I may chicken out at the last minute.”

Since we first started dating our junior year of High School, Jean had always been sexually adventurous. Over the years she had eagerly agreed to try nearly everything and anything I asked. She had brought up her fair share of ideas as well. But this seemed like something that would be a bit outside her comfort zone. Which is the reason I hadn’t so much as joked about it, despite my being so tempted to do so. If you’d asked me three weeks ago, I would have said I didn’t think she’d ever be interested in sex with another girl. I had been proven wrong about that. Had I once again misjudged how far she’d go?

“Why?” I asked. “I’m genuinely curious what you’d be getting out of this.”

“I don’t know really,” she began. Then she locked her green eyes with my brown ones. “But the idea of fucking another girl while you watch, is a huge turn-on for me right now.”

Jean enjoyed being blunt sometimes. Especially when she wanted to take control of a conversation.

“When are you and Keri thinking of hosting this birthday celebration?” I asked.

“His birthday is Saturday,” Jean replied.

“So, tomorrow then,” I said. “Nothing like a little short notice.”

“Keri already has the Honeymoon Suite at the Clement booked for her and Brad,” Jean continued. “You guys would meet as there at 7 p.m. and we’ll see where things go from there.”

“So, you’re sure Brad will be all in on this as well?” I asked.

Jean gave me the “you just said something completely stupid look” again.

“Seems like you and Keri already have this all planned out,” I said. “And since it seems this is something you want to do, let’s do it. Or rather you and Keri do it while Brad and I watch.”

Jean ignored my joke and stood up to give me a hug. I stood up as well and leaned up to give her a quick kiss to go with the hug. I’m sure those watching found it amusing to observe. After all, with me being “only” six feet tall, Jean had three inches of height on me and had to lean down slightly to kiss me. But I’d gotten used to it.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” I asked as we walked towards the door.

“Keri wants to do some party planning before tomorrow night,” Jean said. “Sorry.”

“Anything I need to bring?” I asked.

“I’d recommend you bring an overnight bag. Change of clothes, toothbrush, that sort of thing.” Jean replied. “Otherwise, Keri and I will take care of the rest.”

We walked out the door and turned to go our separate ways. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then” I said. “All of you, and all of Keri both,” I added with a wink.

“Get out of here you perv,” Jean said with a grin.

“I’m not the one who wants to fuck another girl in front of a studio audience,” I shot back. It was my turn to be blunt.

Jean held her hand to ear as if to indicate she hadn’t heard me. “Have a good day,” she said walking away.

“Too much pressure,” I replied.

“Have the day you have then,” she said over her shoulder as she headed back to her dorm.

I sighed and turned towards the physics building for my first class of the day. While the proposal for tomorrow night’s party had been short notice, I could feel the anticipation building inside of me. It was going to be a very long day.

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SATURDAY

It was 6:52 p.m. when I walked into the lobby of the Clement Hotel. For the second time in as many days, this was unusually early for me. Being late didn’t typically bother me, but there were some things you didn’t want to be late for. Such as watching your girlfriend have sex with another girl.

Brad apparently felt the same way as he was already sitting in the lobby when I walked in. He immediately jumped up and headed my way when he saw me walk in.

“Hey Todd,” Brad said, extending his hand. As a farmer, Brad believed in a good handshake.

“Hey Brad,” I replied as I shook his hand. An awkward silence descended between us. I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy who was about to watch my girlfriend fuck his fiancé and I’m guessing he was probably feeling the same.

At six foot one, Brad was just an inch taller than me. Jean always thought he looked a little bit like the actor Josh Lucas. She was always comparing people to actors. For example, she thought I looked like a young John Cusack. I didn’t see it, but whatever.

Brad was fit, with sandy hair and had that air of “easygoing” that you often found those from rural areas projecting. While I didn’t consider him a close friend, Jean and I often went out with him and Keri, and I always thought him to be a decent guy. Tonight was going to be a lot different than our usual pizza and bowling nights, though.

“So, this is weird, right?” I said, finally trying to break the ice a bit. “I mean it’s not just me, right? This is kind of weird?”

Brad looked over at me with a bit of a nervous grin on his face. “Yeah, but it’s also kind of exciting, isn’t it? This is the kind of thing most guys dream about. As long as you’re okay with it. You are okay with it, right?” For a minute he looked worried I might call the whole thing off.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” I stated with as much certainly as I could muster. “So, what are we supposed to do next exactly?”

“Keri left this for us at the front desk,” Brad said, as he held up a hotel room key card. “She said to go up at seven and let ourselves in and additional instructions would follow.”

I looked at my Apple Watch. It was 6:58 p.m. Time to go. I stood up and waved a hand towards the elevators. “After you good sir.”

A few minutes later, we arrived at the suite and Brad unlocked the door and let us in. The room looked like any other penthouse suite in any other fancy hotel. At least as far as I knew, as I’d never been in such a nicely appointed hotel room before. It was right out of a movie. There was a large living room area with a fire in the fireplace. A wet bar stood just off a small but functional kitchen. There was a dining table that looked like it seated four, but oddly had only two chairs, and it appeared that there were two bedrooms further down the hall just off the living room/dining area. Though both doors were currently shut. The lights had been dimmed a bit and there were several lit candles throughout the room as well as a vase of fresh flowers on the dining table. Champagne was on ice on the wet bar and what sounded like jazz was playing on the sound system.

I looked over at Brad who was as impressed by the room as I was. “If they’re trying to seduce us, it’s working,” he said. I noticed what looked like two large white fluffy towels on the dining room table and picked up the handwritten note on top.

“Put these on and text me when you’re done. Underwear can stay on, but nothing else.” Brad read aloud after I handed him the note that was in Keri’s handwriting. The fluffy towels were actually large hotel robes and we quickly shed everything but our boxers and put them on. Brad texted Keri and we heard one of the bedroom doors open.

Brad and I turned to see the girls walking down the short hall towards the living room. I suppressed a mild bit of disappointment when I noticed they were wearing the same fluffy white robes as Brad and I were.

However, I consoled myself with the knowledge that at some point tonight, the robes would be coming off. Though I wasn’t entirely sure why Brad and I had been instructed to put robes on. We were just there to watch, weren’t we?

Jean smiled at me as she and Keri walked into the room and over toward the wet bar. After giving Brad a quick smile, Keri turned and gave me a silent nod of her head and picked up the bottle of champagne and began to fill four glasses.

“Good evening gentleman,” Keri said, trying to sound confident. “A little liquid courage before the evening begins?”

“More than a little maybe,” Jean giggled, as she knocked hers back in one gulp.

“You were supposed to wait for the toast,” Keri said, feigning disappointment as she refilled Jean’s glass.

With all four glasses now full, Keri held hers up as the rest of us did the same. “To an interesting evening and to Brad and Todd, Happy Birthday.”

“Happy Birthday,” Jean repeated as our four glasses clinked together. Everyone drank deeply and another round was quickly poured.

“Before we get to your birthday present, Jean and I were talking last night about some things,” Keri began, sipping at her second glass of champagne. “And we have a question for your both that we’re curious about.”

Assuming I knew what the question was, I jumped in to cut her off. “You want to know why guys are so fascinated by lesbian sex. It’s because — ”

“No,” Keri said cutting me off in turn. “The answer to that question is simple. It’s because you’re guys.” She looked over at Jean and continued. “What we are curious to know is what you’re more excited about. Watching your girl go down on another girl, or watching another girl go down on her?”

Brad looked over at me, shrugged a bit for some reason, and turned towards Keri. “Well, since we’re all here mainly because of me, I’ll guess I’ll go first. For me, it’s the idea of watching another woman go down you. Knowing it’s not something a ‘good girl’ does, but watching you enjoy it anyway. That’s been a fantasy of mine for a very long time.”

I noticed Keri biting her lower lip as Brad continued his explanation by turning to face Jean. “And you. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you being that other girl.”

Jean began to blush as Brad went on. “When Keri told me about you two and just how much she enjoyed it when you went down on her, and the incredible orgasm you gave her…” His words trailed off. “Hearing about it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see it. I need to see it.”

“So, you want to watch me fuck your girl?” Jean said, using her penchant for bluntness to try and take control of the conversation.

“Desperately,” Brad replied.

“You do know it’s going to change some things for you,” Jean said, with a tone of caution in her voice. “After tonight, whenever you go down on Keri, you’re going to think of me and just how much she enjoys it when I eat her pussy.”

Brad smiled back at Jean. “I’m counting on it.”

“So, Todd,” Keri interjected quickly. “Same question.”

I looked over at Jean and noted she’d begun to twirl her hair. “I guess I’m selfish,” I said matter-of-factly “For me it’s about seeing you go down on another girl. Knowing that you’re not only willing to have sex with another girl, but that you want me to watch you do it. But that’s really more about me than it is you.”

“Go on,” Keri said, clearly wondering what I meant by that.

“Jean is very openminded when it comes to sex,” I began. “If there’s something I’ve been interested in trying, she has always been willing.”

“I know,” Keri said with a sly smile.

“What has she told you?” I asked, looking back over at Jean.

“Everything,” Keri said, with a tone that left no doubt Jean had done just that.

“Then you know what I’m saying,” I continued. “For me, it’s knowing that when other guys are complaining about what their girlfriends will and won’t do, it’s knowing that my girl is up for anything. Or at least she’s willing to try. That’s a huge turn-on for me.”

“Well then,” Keri said as she set her champagne glass down. “Now that we are all fairly well lubricated, perhaps it’s time to move things along.”

“When you say well lubricated, is that a reference to the champagne or something else?” Jean asked with a grin on her face.

Keri gave Jean a playful punch in the arm. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she said as she took Brad by the hand and let him to the open area in the living room in front of the fireplace. Jean took my hand and did the same.

“We’re not going to the bedroom?” Brad asked.

Jean positioned herself to stand directly in front of me. Keri moved to stand in front of Brad and began to explain what was next.

“Jean and I were talking last night, and we decided that before we get to the main course, so to speak, we should do something for you guys first to try and take the edge off.”

“We want you to be able to enjoy the show without any premature distractions,” Jean said with a smile.

With that, the girls took off their robes to reveal a matching set of emerald green bra and panties.

While what they were wearing matched, the girls themselves couldn’t have been more physically different.

Jean’s curly red hair was down and loose about her shoulders. Her pale skin was flushed with anticipation, which accentuated the freckles on her face and shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with expectation. She was a “big girl”, but in proportion to her height. She was fit and athletic and her six-foot-three frame radiated an almost intimidating beauty.

As for Keri, her curly blond hair was loose as well and cascaded down her back. With her blue eyes, tan complexion, and dancer’s body, Keri was stunning in her own right. She was tall for a girl at five-foot-eleven. But between the four-inch difference in height and Keri’s lither frame, her beauty seemed more delicate in comparison. Keri was not as blessed as Jean was when it came to breast size. She wasn’t completely flat chested, but she was a bit self-conscious of her A cups. Though on her frame anything close to Jean’s D cups would have looked ridiculous. She still had a curve here and there. Her ass was to die for in fact. But, for the most part, Keri was the built like the type of girl you were afraid you might break. Whereas Jean was built like the type of girl who just might break you.

After giving us a minute or two to admire their attire, the girls stepped forward to untie our robes. They fell to the floor leaving Brad and I wearing just our boxers. By now both of us had large erections in anticipation of what might come next as the girls both dropped to their knees in front of us.

I looked down into Jean’s green eyes as she pulled down my boxers to release my fully erect cock. The idea that we were doing this with another couple in the same room only added to the thrill I was feeling. Once Jean had my boxers off, she paused and looked over at Keri, who had succeeded in removing Brad’s boxers.

With obvious puzzlement, Brad and I watched as Jean and Keri silently switched positions so that Jean was now kneeling in front of Brad and Keri was now kneeling in front of me.

“What’s going on?” I stammered. I looked over at Brad and noted the same shock and confusion on his face that I felt on mine.

“Well, we were talking last night about some things,” Keri began. “And we realized that neither of us has ever been with any other guy before. Brad is my first and only and Todd you are Jean’s first and only.”

“We also realized that we weren’t your firsts,” Jean continued. “Brad had a couple of girlfriends before he met Keri. And Todd, I know you messed around with Dawn Evans before I moved to town.”

Jean was correct about Dawn. We had messed around quite a bit during our freshman and sophomore years in High School. But while Dawn and I were fond of each other, we both knew it wasn’t love. We enjoyed being “Friends with Benefits” until Jean arrived at the start of our Junior year. In fact, it was Dawn who had introduced me to Jean, and I’d been in deep smit with her and her alone ever since. I didn’t know what Brad might have done with the girls he dated before meeting Keri, but I knew he’d been loyal to her these last seven years that they’d been together.

“What’s that have to do with where this seems to be going?” Brad asked gently.

“You and Keri are getting married in the next year or so,” Jean began.

“And you and Jean probably aren’t that far behind us,” Keri continued, looking up at me and then back over at Brad. “We both decided that while we love you and want to spend the rest of our lives with you, we can’t help but be a little curious about what another guy might be like. We thought tonight might be an opportunity to satisfy our curiosity.”

“But if you think this crosses a line you don’t want to cross, just tell us.” Jean said.

I looked over at Brad, then down at Jean who was still kneeling in front of Brad’s cock, then down at Keri who was kneeling in front of me. “Are you talking about a full-fledged swap here?”

“No,” Keri said. “Just a blowjob.”

I looked back over at Brad. I couldn’t tell if the look on his face was disappointment or something else. “Are you okay with this?” I asked him.

“Absolutely,” Brad said a little more eagerly than I thought maybe he should have.

I looked at Jean. She was twirling her red curls again with one of her fingers. Between that and the look of desire on her face, I already had my answer, but I asked anyway. “And you definitely want to do this?”

“Yes.” Jean replied firmly.

“Okay then,” I said.

I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t fantasized over the years about a moment like this with Keri. I’ve been attracted to her since first meeting her two years ago. Jean knew it, but never felt threatened by it. She even teased me about it from time to time. Things were about to move beyond harmless fantasy though. While I was excited by the idea, I still couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of guilt. I consoled myself with the thought that it was not my idea to take things this far, but rather Jean and Keri’s.

I looked down as Keri grabbed my cock and began stroking it. Her blue eyes met my brown ones and any doubts I had about whether Keri was really into this or not were instantly erased. I wondered if she was comparing me to Brad. Since he was standing right next to me, I couldn’t help but notice some subtle differences. He seemed to be just a little bit longer than I was, whereas I seemed to be bit thicker. I’m sure there were other differences that Keri noted, but I wasn’t going to ask.

I glanced over at Jean and Brad. Jean already had Brad’s cock in her mouth, and she was eagerly working it over. A small part of my brain told me I should be jealous of what I was seeing, but that thought was quickly dismissed. I was absolutely mesmerized as Jean continued to lick and suck and stroke Brad’s cock. Jean looked over at me and made eye contact for a brief second. I could see that the fact I was watching her sucking another man’s cock was turning her on as well. Brad, for his part, was almost completely lost in the moment. Both hands were entwined in Jeans’ red curls, and it appeared as though he was using her to steady himself as Jean continued to fuck him with her mouth.

I don’t know how long I had been watching Jean and Brad, but it was long enough for Keri to notice my mind was elsewhere. I felt a gentle squeeze of my balls and returned my gaze to Keri. “I’m here too,” she said, as she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and began sliding up and down on my shaft.

“Sorry,” I said, hoping I hadn’t hurt her feelings. I reached out my hand to brush her long blond curls to the side so I could get an unobstructed view. I reminded myself of all the times I had fantasized about this, and that I needed to enjoy the moment.

The moment wasn’t going to last long, however. With all the build up to this evening, the previous discussions, seeing Jean with someone else’s dick in her mouth, and now watching the beautiful blonde on her knees in front of me, I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train.

“Keri,” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m going to cum.”

“That’s the idea,” she replied, slipping me out of her mouth for a brief second to slowly stroke me.

“What do you want me to do?” I knew it was stupid question to ask, but it had been a long time since anyone other than Jean was about to make me cum.

“Nothing,” Keri replied. “Let go when you’re ready.” She slipped me back into her mouth and began bobbing up and down with purpose.

I felt myself explode in her mouth and watched as she grabbed my shaft and stroked it. Her lips were still completely wrapped around the head of my cock. I could feel her swallow the initial load, after which she continued to stroke me for a few seconds, milking the last drops out of me. Finally, she pulled her head back and released my now semi-hard cock.

“That was amazing,” I said, stroking her hair once more. “I supposed I should tell you that I’ve fantasized about that quite a bit over the years.”

“Did it live up to the reality?” Keri asked, still on her knees.

“And then some,” I replied. “Did you get what – you know, what you needed?” I asked awkwardly.

“So far,” Keri replied, grinning slyly and leaving me to wonder what she meant by that.

It was at that moment that we noticed Jean had not yet finished with Brad. I had to admire Brad’s stamina. I knew what Jean was capable of with her mouth and the fact that he had lasted this long was a bit surprising.

I looked down at Keri, who was still on her knees. She had turned to watch Brad and Jean and was staring at them with rapt attention. I noticed her hand had moved down to her mound and that she was stroking herself through the thin fabric of her panties.

As Keri and I watched, Brad pulled out of Jean’s mouth. “Open your mouth,” he said quickly, as he began stroking his cock. Jean complied and Brad moved closer to her, his cock almost inside her open mouth. With a final stroke, Brad came, filling Jean’s mouth with his cum. When he was done, Jean swallowed, then looked over at Keri and me and smiled seductively as she licked her lips.

Jean then stood up to her full height and looked down at Brad. “I hope you enjoyed that as much I did.” Although Brad was about an inch taller than me, that still made him at least two inches shorter than Jean. Brad had that “farm strong” build to him. He was lean and muscular, but it had to be somewhat intimidating for him to be looking up at a girl who was not only taller than him, but who also might even be at least his equal when it came to strength.

“I think everyone enjoyed that,” Keri said, answering on Brad’s behalf.

I extended a hand to help Keri to her feet. The girls still had their bra and panties on, but I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious about being completely naked. Jean noticed and handed me my robe as Keri handed Brad his. “You guys can put these back on,” Keri said.

“For now,” Jean added with a wink.

Both girls went over to the wet bar and poured themselves another glass of champagne, which they drank quickly.

“Now that the edge has been taken off, I think we can move on to the main event,” Keri said to Jean as she took Brad’s hand. Jean took mine and the girls led us down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. It was as nice as the main room. It had a large king bed and a master bath. The same soft jazz that had been playing in the living room was playing here and the two chairs that were missing from the dining room table were sitting next to the bed.

“There’s one just like it next door,” Jean said, squeezing my hand. “That’s where you and I will stay tonight.”

The girls led us to the chairs and we both sat down as the girls moved toward an open space near the end of the bed. Without any further words, Jean and Keri began to kiss. I looked over at Brad to find he was totally transfixed by what he was seeing. He looked like a ten-year-old boy whose parents actually had gotten him the pony he wanted for Christmas. I quickly returned my attention to the two beautiful women making out right in front of me.

It was obvious Jean and Keri weren’t just going through the motions for their audience. I could not only see the sexual chemistry between the two, I could feel it. The way their hands hungrily moved over each other. The soft, slow, soul-deep kisses. The small sounds they made. These were not two inexperienced girls putting on a show for their boyfriends. These were two women who had obviously made love to each other before and were about to again.

The girls continued making out for several minutes and the kisses became more passionate. Finally, Keri broke the embrace and took a step back from Jean. She reached up to the front clasp of Jean’s bra and unhooked it. I heard Brad let out a small gasp as it fell to the floor, fully exposing Jean’s D Cup breasts. Her pink nipples stood out in beautiful contrast to her pale skin, and the subtle up and down movement of her breasts as a result of her excited breathing had a somewhat hypnotic effect.

Jean reached towards Keri to return the favor by unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. I knew that Keri had small breasts, but without the push-up effect of the bra, it was still a bit of a surprise to see just how small they were, especially compared to Jean’s. They were firm, however, and drew the proper attention to her dark rose-colored nipples. Unlike Jean’s, they weren’t remotely proportional to her body, but this only seemed to enhance the delicateness of her features.

The girls resumed their embrace, continuing to kiss deeply while they fondled and stroked each other’s breasts, until Keri reached down to grab Jean’s underwear with both hands. She dropped to her knees as she pulled them all the way down over Jean’s muscular legs.

Jean reached a hand down to help her up, but Keri pushed it away and looked up at Jean mischievously. She placed her hands on the inside of Jean’s thighs as if to spread them apart, but there was no way she could do so without Jean’s cooperation. With a nod of understanding, Jean shifted one of her legs, and Keri moved to position herself below Jean’s pussy and began to explore it with her tongue.

“Not yet,” Jean whispered after a few minutes. She stepped back and reached down and placed her hands under both of Keri’s arms and without any apparent effort at all picked her up off of her knees and set her gently down on her feet. She then grabbed Keri’s underwear with one hand and yanked. The delicate silk tore easily, but before Keri could react, Jean’s immediately began to fondle and finger Keri’s pussy, eliciting a slight moan.

Keri wasted no time responding in kind, her fingers quickly finding Jean’s pussy in return. Brad and I could actually hear how wet the girls were as they fingered each other. Jean leaned down and kissed Keri with an almost animalistic passion. I saw the look in her green eyes as she did so and immediately recognized what was about to happen next.

As easily as she had before, Jean picked Keri up in her arms and took her over the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Jean said huskily. Kerri just nodded as she was practically thrown down on the bed. Jean mounted her and began kissing her hungrily, her fingers once again finding Keri’s pussy.

Jean alternated between gentle kisses and sharp nibbles as she worked her way down Keri’s body. I noted the exquisite contrast between the two girls as she did so, with Jean’s pale features even more prominent compared to Keri’s tanned body. Jean’s red hair cascaded down over Keri as Jean worked her way to Keri’s breasts. Jean removed her hand from Keri’s pussy, and I could see the wetness on her fingers as she not so gently fondled Keri’s breasts while she alternated between sucking and biting them.

Keri gave a small moan of what I assumed was anticipation as Jean moved on from her breasts and began licking and kissing her belly. As Jean reached her mound, Keri brushed Jean’s red curls up and over her shoulder. I don’t know if that was an intentional act for our benefit, but the end result was that Brad and I could now very clearly see Jean’s destination.

Jean had shared with me how Keri chose to trim her pubic hair, so I wasn’t completely shocked by her light brown “landing strip.” Keri wasn’t a real blonde, which was no big deal, but it had been several years since I had seen another pussy besides Jean’s this close and the thought that my beautiful red headed girlfriend was about to taste it filled me with anticipation.

Jean paused for a moment and removed something from her wrist. It was a small elastic band which she used to quickly tie her hair back in a ponytail before she returned her attention to Keri. This had obviously been planned as far as making sure Brad and I had an unobstructed view of what was about to take place.

Keri moaned again softly as Jean spread her legs wide and began to lick at Keri’s pink folds. She pushed Keri’s legs back further, until they were pointing back over her head. Keri’s pussy was exposed to everyone in the room as Jean attacked it with her mouth. After several minutes of tonguing Keri as deeply as possible, Jean switched her focus to Keri’s swollen clit. She placed her mouth over it as if to devour it whole, and Keri grabbed Jean’s ponytail as if to physically pull Jean further into her. After a few minutes, Keri shuddered and moaned as her orgasm took hold. Jean immediately stopped what she was doing and let it wash over Keri.

“Sweet Jesus,” Brad whispered with a sense of awe.

The girls ignored him. Jean moved slowly back up Keri’s body, placing random gentle kisses as she went, until she was face to face with Keri.

“I love you,” Jean said, as her green eyes stared into Keri’s bright blue ones. I could tell she meant it.

“I love you too,” Keri replied. “And now it’s my turn to show you exactly how much.”

Jean allowed Keri to roll her off to the side and mount her. Just as Jean had previously, Keri took a ponytail holder off her wrist and put her hair up. She began to gently massage Jean’s breasts. “I can never get enough of your tits,” Keri said as she began to tease Jean’s nipples.

Keri leaned up to gently kiss Jean on the lips and then slowly, with deliberate gentleness, began to kiss her way down Jean’s neck to her breasts. Keri licked each breast as if she were slowly licking a giant lollipop, first one, then the other. She seemed to be intentionally avoiding Jean’s nipples, which I could see were firm with arousal. Finally, Keri began to tenderly lick and suck each nipple in turn, spending several minutes on each. Then with the same deliberate pace as before, began to slowly work her way down Jean’s belly. It was tight with anticipation and served to show off Jean’s abs.

As Keri began to lick and kiss Jean’s mound, I snuck a quick look over at Brad. With Keri’s hair up, we had a clear view of what she was doing. I was fairly sure Brad knew Jean was a real redhead, and figured he had harbored some anticipation for what he was now seeing. By the look on his face, however, I could tell that none of his previous girlfriends had been redheads. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of Jean’s pale mound accented by a neatly trimmed triangle of bright red curls. I had felt the same the first time I had seen Jean’s pussy up close, but now Brad’s reaction made me question if I was to a point where I took what he was now seeing for granted.

A moan from Jean quickly snapped me out of that thought. Keri was gently working her fingers into Jean’s pussy. Once again, I could hear how wet Jean was. Keri alternated between fingering Jean deep and brushing her clit gently with her fingertips. I could tell from my own experience over the years that Jean was right on the edge of orgasm but wasn’t going to be able to go any further without some additional effort by Keri. Then it dawned on me that Keri knew exactly what she was doing.

“Are you okay?” Keri asked Jean with a tone that implied she knew damned good and well that Jean was anything but okay right now. Jean was being teased and her patience for it was starting to wear thin, but her pride didn’t want to let her beg. Keri continued to tease her pussy for several more minutes.

Finally, Jean gave in. “Please,” she whispered with quiet desperation.

“Please what?” Keri said, almost taunting Jean. “You know how much I love it when you ask.”

“Please eat my pussy,” Jean said breathlessly as she began to squirm. “Please lick me and make me cum,”

Saying nothing, Keri positioned her face directly in front of Jean’s pussy. Jean opened her legs wider, and Keri used her fingertips to spread Jean’s lips so that her tongue would have full access to her pussy. Keri started slow, but then increased her rhythm as she lapped at Jean’s now fully exposed clit. The rhythm of Jean’s soft moans increased as well and knowing what was about to happen next, I shifted my gaze up to Jean’s face. I loved how beautiful she looked when she was about to cum, and this time was no exception. Jean must have sensed me staring at her as she turned her head slightly and locked her beautiful green eyes with mine. I could clearly see the desperate need for release reflected in her eyes. She was sharing this moment with me without saying a word. Suddenly, a loud gasp escaped her lips, and I watched as her entire body shuddered under the weight of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen her have.

As Jean began to come down from the height of her climax, Keri maneuvered herself back up to where she was face to face with Jean. Jean gently kissed her on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered into Keri’s ear as she hugged her tightly.

Like most guys my age, I had watched some lesbian porn over the years. There was no comparison to what Brad and I had just witnessed. Regardless of how much chemistry there was between the actresses, at the end of the day, they were just performers. To a certain extent, I had been expecting Jean and Keri to be performing for Brad and me. But that wasn’t the case at all. It was easy to feel emotionally attached to what I’d just witnessed because one of them was my girlfriend of six years. But I realized it wasn’t just because I knew Jean and Keri. We hadn’t watched two women we knew just having sex. We had watched them make love. I didn’t know how Brad felt about it, but that thought resonated deeply with me and made what we had just seen all the more exhilarating to me.

While I wasn’t sure how Brad felt emotionally, I could easily tell how he was feeling about it physically. I wasn’t intentionally staring, but like me, he was hard again. We both had a huge erection that our boxer shorts were completely incapable of hiding. The girls, now sitting up in the bed, noticed as well.

“Looks like the boys got a little excited by our activities,” Keri said slyly, as she stood up. She made absolutely no effort to put anything on and seemed to revel in the idea of being naked before us.

“Maybe we should do something about that,” Jean replied with a giggle.

“I think maybe it’s time for us to go to our own room so we can do our own thing,” I said, reaching my hand out towards Jean. As she moved to take it, I noticed Keri and Brad sharing an odd look. “Actually,” Keri began hesitantly, “Brad and I were hoping you both might be open to helping us out with something else before you go.”

From the puzzled look on Jean’s face, I could tell she was not expecting this development. This was obviously something Keri and Brad had discussed just between themselves. I suddenly got a little nervous about where this might be going next.

“We’re listening,” Jean said, as she moved to stand close to me. I could see she was curious as to what her roommate had in mind.

Brad went over and stood next to Keri as they began their pitch.

“Tonight was absolutely amazing,” Brad began. “This has always been a fantasy of mine. So, thank you both for agreeing to all this.”

“You’re welcome?” I replied with a question. I still didn’t know where this was going next. Jean had started twirling her hair with her fingers while nervously looking over at me. Whatever it was that Brad and Keri were about to propose, it clearly had not been part of anything she and Keri had discussed beforehand.

“But we both each still have an item on our sexual bucket list,” Keri continued. “And since tonight has gone so well so far, we thought we’d see if you were up for going a little further.”

“If you’re not, that’s okay,” Brad interjected. “We don’t want to ruin the evening by putting any pressure on you. But we also don’t want to miss out on the chance to –”

“Will you two just get to it please?” Jean interrupted. She looked over at Keri, “You know our rule. If you want something, ask.”

“Brad has always wanted to titfuck a girl,” Keri began matter-of-factly. “His previous two girlfriends before me weren’t all that more blessed for that activity than I am.” She looked down and ran a hand over one of her small breasts and sighed. “He’s cum on my tits many times. But there’s a big difference between fucking a pair of tits and just cumming on them.” Keri pointed at Jean’s ample D cups. “You, on the other hand, are one of the most equipped ladies I know. Would you be willing to let Brad tifuck you?”

Jean’s face seemed emotionless, but I could see the nearly imperceptible gleam in her eye that told me that she might indeed be willing to accommodate Brad. She tilted her head my way and raised an eyebrow, as if to defer to me. I simply shrugged. If this was something she wanted to do, and, God help me, I secretly I hoped it was, I wasn’t going to stop to stop her.

Jean turned back toward Keri, “So what is it that you want then?”

Keri blushed but didn’t immediately respond. “She wants to try anal sex,” Brad replied quickly on her behalf.

“I’m sorry,” I began, stammering a bit as the implication of what Brad had just said started to hit home. “Am I missing something here? I get it that Keri is, as she put it, under-equipped, for what Brad wants.” I pointed at Brad’s erection. “But seems to me you are quite well equipped to handle that request.”

I noticed Brad flushing a bit. Was he embarrassed about something?

“Brad had a bad experience trying that with a previous girlfriend,” Keri explained gently. “We’ll just leave it at that, okay? But suffice it to say, anal is not something he’s willing to try again.”

It was my turn to flush as I looked at Brad. “So, are you asking me to have anal sex with your fiancé?”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking,” Brad replied.

I looked over at Keri. “What if anal isn’t something I’m willing to do either?”

Keri’s laugh was loud and came with a hint of sarcasm. I looked over at Jean who was deliberately avoiding making eye contact with me. “Jesus, you really do tell her everything don’t you?”

Jean gave me a bit of a guilty smile and just shrugged.

“Could we have a moment?” I asked Brad and Keri as I steered Jean out of the room into the hall.

“I’m assuming you didn’t know anything about this?” I said quietly.

“Not a hint,” Jean replied. I noticed the gleam in her eye was still there though.

“You want to do this don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Absolutely,” Jean replied. She grabbed my cock through my boxers. “Don’t you?”

I searched for the right way to phrase what I was about to say. “I’m okay with Brad titfucking you. But I’m not sure about having anal sex with Keri. It seems a lot more intimate than titfucking and I guess I would kind of feel like I was maybe cheating on you a little bit.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” Jean said. She took my hand and squeezed it to let me know she truly meant what she was saying. “But what if I said I want you to do it?’

“What?” I asked, looking up into her eyes to make sure I’d heard what I thought I’d heard.

“Let me blunt,” Jean began.

“As if I could stop you,” I interjected, earning a glare in return.

“I fucked Keri two weeks ago. You just watched me fuck her again tonight and you enjoyed it right?”

“Absolutely,” I replied.

Jean leaned in closer and whispered huskily. “Now, I want to watch you fuck her. I want to watch you fuck her in the ass the way you fuck me in the ass. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. I know you’ve always had a bit of a crush on her, and I saw the look on your face when your cock was in her mouth earlier. You want it. She wants it. I want it. What more do you need?”

“Nothing,” I said quietly.

Jean gave me a quick kiss, grabbed my hand and led me back into the bedroom. “I think we’re all in agreement now,” she announced. She let go of my hand and walked over to Brad and grabbed him by the arm and directed him towards the bed. He went willingly, but I got the impression he was a little intimidated by the thought that Jean could make him go unwillingly if it came to that.

As Jean laid down on the bed, Keri and I sat in the chairs that Brad and I had sat in earlier in the evening. Keri was still completely nude. I still had my boxers on, though they were still doing little to hide my excitement.

As Jean laid flat on the bed, she took out her ponytail, fanned her red curls out on the pillow, and beckoned Brad to join her. Brad grabbed a bottle of lube that I hadn’t previously noticed sitting on the nightstand. Maybe he and Keri had put it there when we had stepped out of the room a few minutes ago. I mentally kicked myself for being distracted by such a trivial matter when I was about to watch another man titfuck my girlfriend.

Brad slid his boxers off and moved to straddle Jean. “You’re too low,” she said. She reached under his arms to help pull him up towards her. I could see the surprise in Brad’s face as he came to the realization that Jean didn’t just look powerful. She was powerful.

With Brad now in a more appropriate position, he took the lube and began to drizzle it over Jean’s breasts. He took his time rubbing it over every inch of her pale flesh, until each of her tits were slick and glistening. He was clearly enjoying the opportunity to experience “more than a handful.” Jean took the lube from him and squeezed some into her hands. She proceeded to lube up Brad’s cock and then guided it between her tits. “They’re all yours,” she said, as she relaxed her arms to either side. She was offering herself completely to Brad now. As it had earlier, a small part of me knew I should be jealous at what I was witnessing, but in that moment, she had never been sexier.

Brad placed his hands on Jean’s tits so he could control the amount of pressure he was pushing against and slowly began to slide his cock up and down between Jean’s D-cups. After a few minutes of trying to maintain a slow rhythm so he could savor the moment, I could tell Brad was about to lose control. Having been where he was now many times, I could sympathize a little bit. But I was anxious to witness the literal climax of what I was seeing before me, and I was not the only one.

As the pace of Brad’s thrusts increased, I felt Keri take my hand and squeeze it. I took a moment to look over at her. As her hand held mine, her gaze was locked on Brad and Jean. Her blue eyes were bright with lust, and I looked down to notice she was stroking her pussy with her other hand. She was as turned on by what we were seeing as I was. Maybe even more.

“You can cum on my face if you want,” Jean said as my attention returned to what she and Brad were doing. She apparently sensed he was close to orgasm.

“No,” he said quickly, “I want to cum on your tits.”

Brad suddenly pulled out from between Jean’s breasts and began quickly stroking himself. He gasped as three rope-like strings of cum erupted from his cock onto Jean’s tits.

“Holy shit,” I heard someone say. Then I realized that someone was me.

Brad looked down at Jean and her cum covered tits and smiled, “You look amazing right now.” He wasn’t wrong. He looked over at Keri and me. “Could one of you hand me a towel?”

Keri quickly dropped my hand and stood up. “I have a better idea,” she said, as she climbed into the bed with Jean and Brad. She gestured for Brad to move, which he did, and then Keri took his place straddling Jean.

Keri smiled at Jean and then leaned down and began licking the cum off Jean’s tits. Jean closed her eyes and grabbed on to Keri’s ponytail as she continued to lap up Brad’s cum off her chest. After a few minutes, every last drop was gone, and Keri sat back up. She gave Jean another smile and then moved up Jean’s body until the two girls were face to face. Sensing what Keri wanted, Jean pulled her in for a kiss. After a few seconds, Keri deepened the kiss and I saw Jean’s eyes go wide with surprise then close again.

Surely, they weren’t doing what it looked like they were doing. Or were they? Just when I had convinced myself that my imagination had run away with me, Keri slowly pulled her lips away from Jean’s. A thin strand of what was obviously cum connected their lips. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and then Jean reached up with a finger to brush Keri’s lips, breaking the literal connection between them. It had not been my twisted imagination. Keri had been sharing Brad’s cum with Jean and it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life.

I looked over at Brad, who seemed equally stunned by what had just happened. Keri broke the silence as she dismounted from Jean and walked over towards me and extended her hand. “Our turn,” she said with a wink.

I looked over at Brad to gauge whether or not he was having any second thoughts about what I was about to do with Keri. He simply smiled at us as he sat down in one of the empty chairs next to the bed.

Jean had moved off the bed to in the chair I had just vacated. Keri climbed into the bed and sat up on her knees with her hands on her hips. “So, how do you want to do this?” She asked. While her pose was confident, I could tell by the tone of her voice she was a bit nervous. “I’ve used toys before, but this is obviously different, and you’re the expert here.”

I reached over to the nightstand where Jean had left the lube. “Obviously we’re going to start with a lot of this,” I said. “Why don’t you lay on your side, and we’ll begin there.”

Keri laid down as instructed and without being told, stuck her ass out a little bit to give me better access. I poured out a generous amount of lube into my palm and began to warm it up by rubbing it together in my hands. Then I took a lube-covered finger and gently slid it in between her ass cheeks. I didn’t immediately insert it into her asshole, but I made sure to gently cover it with a generous amount of lube. Keri sighed with pleasure as I did so, and I noticed goosebumps starting to form on her arms.

I got some more lube and this time I slowly worked my middle finger into her. It was tight at first, and I met some resistance to my efforts. Then I felt Keri force herself to relax her muscles to allow my finger to slip further in. She’d definitely used toys before, but I still wanted to be gentle.

After a few minutes of fingering her ass, I switched to a thumb. Keri was starting to get into it a bit as I felt her pushing back into me as I continued working my thumb in her ass. “Are you ready?” I asked with a whisper.

“Yes,” she replied huskily.

I took a few second to lube up my cock. Between what I’d seen Jean do with both Brad and Keri earlier, and what now literally lay before me, it throbbed with anticipation. I slowly moved into a spoon position behind Keri until the head of my cock was just barely nestled between her ass cheeks.

“This is how Jean and I started out the first time we tried this,” I began to explain. “I know you’ve used toys before, but I don’t want to hurt you. So just like with your toys, you’re going to be in complete control here to start with. After I get into position, you push back when you’re ready. Go as slow as you want. It’s up to you. I’m not going to do any pushing or thrusting. You are in control.”

“Got it,” Keri whispered as she mentally prepared herself for what was next.

I place a hand on the top of her hip and slowly moved my cock deeper in between her cheeks until it reached the entrance to her ass. The anticipation was exquisite and then I felt Keri began to push back onto me. She was still very tight, and at first, I was concerned that maybe this wasn’t going to work. Then, as I had earlier when I was fingering her, I felt her forcing herself to relax. As she did so, she slowly began to slide further and further onto my cock until it could go no further. She continued to push, however. As if she wanted to take in even more of me.

“Keri, I’m all the way in now,” I said. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said, gasping a little bit. “I just feel very full right now. It feels so much bigger inside me than any of the toys I’ve tried.”

“Let’s give you a few minutes to adjust,” I said gently. “That’s the joy of this position. You’re in control and there’s no additional weight or pressure unless you want it.”

“Thank you,” she said as I felt her stop pushing and relax a little.

We laid there for about a minute. Though Keri seemed relaxed, I could feel my cock throbbing inside her. She reached down to where my hand lay on her hip and guided it to one of her breasts. The message behind the move was clear, but I was a little unsure of myself. I was used to Jean’s D cups, and my go to move was to kneed and massage the ample amount of flesh that Jean’s tits offered. But in Keri’s case, there wasn’t even a handful. Here nipples were fully erect however, and so I began to rub and gently roll and squeeze them with my fingers, which in turn made them even harder. I felt Keri’s breathing start to pick up and she once again started to push back into me.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now.”

“For me to really fuck you, we’ll need to shift positions,” I said. “What do you want to try?”

“All of them,” Keri replied.

“We’ll see,” I said, as I gently pulled out of her ass. “On your back to start with then.”

Keri complied and knowing what was coming lifted her legs in the air. I grabbed her legs and pushed her back until I had the perfect angle. She gasped with pleasure as I slid my cock into her ass, this time with relative ease.

I quickly built up a rhythm until I felt like I was getting a little rough with her. With Jean, I never worried about what she could or couldn’t take, but Keri seemed more delicate, and I wanted to be careful. She wasn’t mine to break. After a few minutes in the missionary position, Keri started to lower her legs. “I want to try another position,” she said breathlessly.

“How about you on top?” I suggested. Keri mounted me face to face and after a few minutes in that position stopped and switched positions into a reverse cowgirl. While Jean and I had tried this position before, neither of us were really comfortable with it regardless of whether I was fucking her pussy or her ass. But I was curious what it might be like with a smaller partner, so I obliged Kerri by putting my hands on her hips and trying to guide her as she attempted to ride my cock.

From the look on Brad’s face, it made for an amazing visual, but for me it felt awkward. I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. “Pornstars make it look so easy,” Keri said as she gave up on trying to ride me and got off. “I think I like it better when you are fucking me.”

“Get on your hands and knees then,” I said as I rose to my knees. Keri sensed what was coming and angled herself to present her ass to me. Doggystyle was my preference when fucking Jean’s ass and I intended to show Keri why.

I slid into her with a hard thrust and Keri gasped. “Sorry,” I said. I had gotten lost in the moment and had not taken into account that Keri was new to all this.

“It’s okay,” Keri said, looking back over her shoulder at me. “I may not look like it, but I can take more than you think I can.”

“Oh really?” I said. “Are you sure you want to test that theory?”

“I’m sure I want you to fuck me,” she said, still looking over her shoulder as she bit her lower lip and smiled at me. At that moment I decided she was mine. Brad, with Jean’s permission, had given her to me, but I hadn’t really accepted that fact until just then. When all this was over, Keri would go back to being Brad’s. But at this moment, in these next few minutes, she was mine and I was going to take her with everything I had.

I buried my cock into Keri’s ass as deeply as I could and then began to increase both the rhythm and the force with which I was thrusting. To her credit, Keri continued to take it and, from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it. She shifted her stance and balance a bit balance a bit so that she was still on both knees but was supporting herself with just one hand. This allowed herself a free hand with which she began to finger her pussy with. Suddenly Jean was out of her chair and approaching the bed. I was confused by her intentions — had we crossed a line? But then she handed Keri a vibrator that she’d taken out of her overnight bag.

“Try this. You’ll love it,” Jean said, “And so does he.” She gave me a wink and went to sit back down next to Brad. “Every woman should try double penetration at least once in their lives,” Jean said to a wide-eyed Brad.

I hadn’t expected Jean to share this particular secret with Keri. But then it occurred to me that she’d probably already told Keri about it at some point. While she was encouraging her friend to try it for herself, I suspected Jean had my interests in mind as well.

One of the most amazing sexual experiences I’d ever had up until this evening was fucking Jean in the ass while she fucked her pussy with a vibrator. The first time it happened, it caught me by surprise. I could feel something sliding into her pussy as I took her ass from behind, but I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then I felt the vibration as she turned it on. It was all I could do not to cum immediately. It was intense for Jean as well. She enjoyed anal, but by itself, it never brought her to orgasm. Trying to finger herself at the same time, which Keri had been trying to do, seemed awkward for her. Then one night she decided to try her vibrator. Within just a few minutes Jean came and came hard, which caused every muscle in her body to contract, including those wrapped around my cock. Within seconds I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had up until that point.

We haven’t done it that way very often since. We considered it more of a special occasion type thing. But here I was, at Jean’s behest, about to share the experience with Keri. I stopped thrusting so Keri could focus on the task at hand.

I heard Keri gasp as she slid the vibrator into her pussy. It wasn’t on yet, but I could still feel it inside of her. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Oh God. I feel so filled up right now.” It seemed like a cliché thing to say, but I wasn’t the one being double penetrated for the first time.

“Turn it on,” I told her. She switched it on high and immediately began to quiver as she worked it in and out of her pussy.

“Don’t stop fucking me,” she demanded.

I immediately complied. The deeper and harder I thrusted into her, the more I could feel the vibrations from deep inside her, as well as the vibrator itself pushing at the walls of her pussy from within. It was an incredible sensation, and I knew that I was going to cum soon. I bit my lip, determined to hold on until Keri came first. From the sounds she was making, I didn’t think I’d have to wait very long.

“Oh my god!” Keri suddenly cried out as my cock was immediately squeezed with enormous, but not unpleasant pressure. She was cumming and I instantly lost my battle for self-control. My orgasm hit me like an explosive wave and the sensation of being inside Keri’s ass immediately became wetter and slicker than it had been from just the lube.

I had stopped thrusting but hadn’t pulled out. Keri had taken the vibrator out and was practically face down now. Totally spent from the force of her orgasm, her breathing was ragged and uneven and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” Brad whispered in awe of what he had just witnessed. Jean had a big smile on her face as she mouthed the words “thank you” at me. I suddenly realized she had wanted this experience for her friend as much as she wanted it for me.

Jean saw me looking around and sensed what I was seeking. She brought over a couple of towels, leaning down to kiss me gently on the lips as she did so. Keri remained face down on the bed, her breathing finally returning somewhat to normal.

“Keri, are you okay?” I asked for what seemed to be the fourth time of the evening.

“Yes.” Came her muffled reply. “Just trying to gather my wits. Which I just had fucked out of me.”

“I’m going to pull out now,” I said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Keri said as she raised her head off the bed and looked back at me. She put one of her hands between her legs and I guided it to one of the towels and together we placed it a little below where my cock was currently still imbedded in her ass.

I slowly pulled out and a considerable amount of cum dribbled out onto the towel. After a minute or so, I folded it over and gave it to Keri. She sat up and began gently wiping her ass with it. I took the other towel Jean had given me and began to wipe my cock off.

Brad stood up and I couldn’t help but notice his erection. He came over and sat on the bed next to Keri and lovingly put his arm around her. “You were so stunningly beautiful to watch,” he said, as he kissed her gently. There was a sense of awe in his voice. “Was it what you hoped for?”

“I thought it was going to be pretty much the same as using a toy,” Keri began. “But I can’t put into words how different it felt.” She nodded toward me, “I could feel your cock pulsing inside of me as you came. That was unexpected.” She turned to Jean who had joined us in sitting on the bed. “And the vibrator. Holy shit that was intense.”

“Told you,” Jean said with a smile, confirming my earlier suspicions.

“Well,” Brad said to Keri, “We can certainly try that next time if you want. As long as the vibrator goes in the back door and I get to fuck your pussy. As hot as that was to watch, I still don’t think I’m ready to try anal again just yet.”

“That’s not a never though,” Jean pointed out as she nudged Keri. She turned to Brad and winked, “And it won’t be the first time she’s had a vibrator in her ass.”

“Don’t you two have any secrets from each other?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” they both replied at the same time, giving each other, and then Brad and I, mischievous grins.

I saw Jean sneaking a look at Brad’s cock and I noticed that he still had a massive erection. I couldn’t blame him after what he’d just watched, but I wasn’t sure what was next. The sexual energy that had been flowing through the four of us seemed to be diminishing a bit. As I watched him hold Keri close, I noticed that the look of lust that had been burning in his eyes early in the evening had now turned to something more gentle and loving. Suddenly, our foursome was starting to feel a bit crowded. Jean, God bless her, had noticed it as well.

Jean stood up and grabbed a couple of robes that were conveniently hanging on a nearby hook. She tossed me one. “Time to go sport.” I hated it when she called me that. But it meant she was serious about leaving.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Back to your dorm room,” Jean replied. “Time to leave these lovebirds to the rest of their evening.”

“You’re not staying in the other bedroom?” Keri asked in a tone that clearly hoped the answer would be no.

Jean didn’t disappoint her. “We have literally fucked up your bed pretty good,” she said, pointing to the absolute mess of lube, sweat and other bodily fluids that were now soaked into the sheets. “You guys need a place to sleep tonight,” she continued, using air-quotes as she said the word sleep. “So, you take the other room and we’ll head back to Todd’s tonight. Plus, the all-you-can eat pancake deal at IHOP sounds rather good to me right about now, so we’re going to stop there first.”

Jean and I grabbed the overnight bags we had brought and stepped into one of the bathrooms to quickly put on some clothes. We didn’t waste time speaking, but we couldn’t stop grinning at each other. We stepped out of the bathroom into the living room and made our way towards the door of the hotel suite. Brad and Keri had put robes on and were waiting to say goodbye.

“Thank you so much for this,” Keri said as she stood on her tiptoes and embraced Jean.

“You’re welcome,” Jean said, as she leaned down and gave Keri the gentle kiss she’d clearly been asking for.

Keri stepped toward me, embraced me and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Happy early birthday.”

“It’s one I’ll never forget, that’s for sure,” I replied.

“There’s always next year,” Brad said as he stepped forward and shook my hand. I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not, but his gratitude seemed as sincere as his handshake.

“Thank you. Thank you both,” he said as he turned towards Jean. I was still amused by how intimidated Brad seemed at having to look up at Jean. She bent down slightly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, but as she went to hug him, she suddenly jumped back.

Jean turned to Keri as pointed down at Brad’s still very erect cock. “You need to do something about that.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Keri said with smile.

Jean opened the door and nudged me with her elbow. “Coming?”

“Oh, I plan to,” I said with a smile of my own.

“Pancakes first,” Jean replied with sarcastic sweetness.

I heard Keri and Brad laughing as Jean and I closed the door behind us and headed towards the elevator and what remained of our evening.