I gasped into the kiss and then I heard a similar moan come from the backseat. My eyes were closed as our mouths pressed and retreated, massaging and rubbing as I inhaled Ellie’s spicy sweetness and sent my tongue in to wrap around hers.
It was so… wrong… that I couldn’t have been any more aroused than I was at that moment. Here I was, french kissing Ellie, half-dreaming of her sister Cherys, while my girlfriend Monica was in the backseat making out with my best friend.
And then Ellie’s hot hand was wrapped around my cock, pumping it while I groaned into our kiss. I’d backed away from orgasm in the few minutes since Monica had first been interrupted, but the situation and stimulation were quickly bringing me back.
I had to feel Ellie’s naked body, and my hands roved all over as I pulled up her cheerleading top, baring Ellie’s tits to my gaze. They weren’t as big as her sister’s or Monica’s, but they were perfectly formed and still large handfuls, as I soon discovered. The snowy globes called to me, and a moment later my face was between them, licking and suckling to my heart’s content while Ellie continued to jack me and moan encouragement in my ear.
“That’s it, David,” she crooned. “Feel me up. Don’t you love my titties? Don’t they feel so wickedly good! Can you believe you’re sucking on my nipples while your girlfriend is in the backseat?”
I couldn’t believe it, but the thought certainly was turning me on. And Ellie’s soft hand on my dick was only helping matters along.
But then Ellie decided to progress things a little further. She gently pulled my head away from her chest and then knelt on top of the seat, bending herself over me and lowering her face down towards my crotch. I don’t know if Monica ever meant for things to go this far, but I was already thinking with my other head and in no condition to stop her. And then Ellie’s hot mouth enveloped the crown of my cock and I ceased all further contemplation.
A male voice called out, “Oh, shit! She’s sucking me!”
It took me a second to realize that was Nate’s voice. I managed to crane my neck around to see just the last two inches of Nate’s shaft still protruding from beneath Monica’s ruby red lips. Once again I felt no jealousy, only further arousal at witnessing the lurid sex act. I imagined the sight of Ellie’s mouth wrapped around my own pecker would have been just as erotically enticing.
For a moment, I thought to attempt some comparisons in their blowjob techniques. But the moment I tried to think analytically, Ellie’s next suck completely destroyed my ability to organize my thoughts.
Instead, I found my attention wandering along the slight ridge of Ellie’s spine as it extended out from underneath her cheerleading top and down towards her ass. My right hand extended out and flipped up the back of her short skirt, baring her perky asscheeks covered only by the sheer fabric of her yellow panties.
For a second I bemoaned the school standard full panties preventing this hot little vixen from wearing a thong. But then I thought of all the dirty old men futilely trying to stare at Ellie’s ass… and how *I* was the one who got to peel it off of her. A second later Ellie’s panties were halfway down her thighs and I had two fingers buried in her tight, wet snatch.
Ellie reacted immediately, she moaned in a deep, husky voice, releasing my cock for just a moment before slurping on me with even more fury. And very quickly my legs were quivering with barely restrained energy while my balls coiled inwards.
I was losing it, and fast. In desperation, my right hand really began working Ellie’s pussy and in a brief moment of inspiration, my thumb pressed in to join my other two fingers, spreading her tunnel even wider and causing a strong buck in her hips. Then, once I’d gotten my thumb good and soaked, I pulled back and then with careful timing and a bit of luck, I popped my honey-drenched thumb into Ellie’s asshole.
She shrieked and came, her voice a squall around my cock still in her mouth while her entire body trembled and quaked on top of my invasive hand. And then I had also reached my limit.
My pecker erupted inside her mouth while Ellie was still shrieking, and instinctively she pulled up a few inches after the first burst threatened to choke her. The next three shots blasted off against her face, Ellie squeezing her eyes shut against my orgasmic onslaught as I literally coated her eyebrows and cheeks in my jism.
And then Ellie was sitting up, panting loudly with a deeply satisfied grin on her face. I just sank deeper into my seat, grunting and trying to catch my breath.
We had both just about caught our breath when fresh male grunting sounded off in the quiet confines of the car. I turned my head to see Monica and Nate, folded onto the backseat in a cramped but familiar sixty-nine position. Nate was presently blowing his load into Monica’s throat while she squirmed her pantyless crotch over his face.
A minute later, our little orgy was over.
Not much was said after that. Monica hunted around to find her panties for a little bit before retrieving them and then swapping seats with Ellie, returning to her spot next to me.
Monica spent the full hour of the drive home leaning against my left shoulder, lost in her own thoughts. I didn’t try to engage her in conversation, I had my own self- analysis in progress.
A guilty thought dogged me the entire way: I couldn’t wait until I could do that with Ellie again.
***
I dropped off first Nate and then Ellie at their respective parents’ homes. It was a short five minute drive on to Monica’s place. I guess she figured that was long enough.
We’d no sooner pulled away from Ellie’s house than Monica was once again bent over my lap, extricating my limp pecker from its confines. With an hour’s worth of recharging, it was already growing in her hands and then very quickly Monica had me stuffed into her mouth.
She got me off in record time that night. I don’t think I’d ever gone from cold start to eruption in less than two minutes before. But this night, Monica was on a mission. And so even after swallowing my reduced load, Monica had plenty of time to fix herself up and make herself presentable before we arrived at her place.
Without delay, once I came to a stop at the curb, she leaned over and kissed me quickly. “Don’t you forget,” she said sternly, her eyes carrying the seriousness of her tone, as if she’d just proven an important point. And then she was out of the car and striding confidently up the walkway to her home.
‘Don’t you forget’: What the hell does that mean?
***
The next day was a Saturday. Naturally, I slept in until about 2pm.
That evening, our group of friends got together to go see the latest crap movie. Summer blockbusters were long gone and we weren’t interested in the latest Oscar-fodder. So we settled for the studio junk that didn’t make the grade for a more interesting release date. Whatever, it was just an excuse to hang out together on a weekend.
When I first ran into Nate, he kinda gave me a weird look, as if he was half- expecting me to walk up and slug him in the nose. Well, no such punch was coming and in fact I just met him with our usual back-slap-no-we’re-not-friggin’- hugging-or-anything greeting. I quickly slid into the usual banter and mild flirting with our co-ed group.
A few minutes later, Ellie and Monica joined us in quick succession, bringing the group total to 8. And we proceeded to kill the evening per usual. No ugly jealousies. No veiled references to our post-game activities.
True, Ellie and Monica spent an inordinate amount of time hanging back and talking together, that sort of best-friendish behavior was nothing new, even if I suspected their conversational topic wasn’t one of the usual subjects. The way the two of them kept glancing over at me didn’t do much to calm my paranoia.
While it was certainly in the back of my mind and no doubt in the back of theirs, everyone acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. I could almost convince myself that it was all just a dream, that the entire episode had never happened.
And then Monday rolled around.
I found out last minute that my parents were going to be out that evening, off to see some boring Opera downtown. Of course they’d told me about it fifteen times, but unsurprisingly I’d forgotten. You’d think I would have remembered something like that as it would have given me a great chance to get Monica into my bedroom.
Alas, I’d forgotten, and thus a golden opportunity had been missed. I moaned about it to Monica at school during lunch and she chastised me for not giving her more warning to come up with some excuse not to go straight home after school. My friends similarly teased me for being a moron.
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