She then grabbed a bottle of soap and upended it over her hand, pouring out a large amount. She briefly rubbed her hands together before lathering up her boobs, squeezing them and pinching their nipples like I would do for Emily. My fascination got the best of me, shutting down my urge to leave and replacing it with an uncontrollable lust. When Alice moved her soap-covered hands down to her beautiful pussy, my brain almost shut down completely.
My cock had hijacked control of my body and was directing my every movement. I wrapped my steel-hard cock in my fist, pumping enthusiastically. Alice was in full masturbation mode, now: one hand remained on her big breasts, tweaking and playing with her nipples, and the other hand flicked her clit.
She surprised me even further by suddenly stepping out of the shower. I quickly hid behind a wardrobe in case she came out. A few moments after I heard her step back into the shower, I poked my head around the corner once again. Alice had grabbed a huge flesh-colored dildo.
I nearly passed out from a potent mixture of shock and excitement. She sucked on the tip of it for a few moments before shoving it down her throat. “I guess I know where Emily got her deepthroat talents…” I thought to myself. Alice continued sucking the dildo for a minute or two, but then pulled it out. She stuck its suction-cup end on the bench of the shower and squatted above the toy. Then, she lowered herself onto it, guiding the tip into her entrance.
After letting her pussy expand to take the huge toy, Alice started bouncing faster and more wildly, moaning louder and louder as she approached a climax. My fist pumped in time with her bouncing, speeding me to my own orgasm. Alice came hard, back arched and tendons protruding, with a small scream. “Fuck… Aaaron!”
For a second, I thought she had seen me, but her back was to me and her eyes seemed to be closed. I realized that she had been fantasizing about fucking me, and that nearly sent me over the edge. Before I came all over the floor, I sprinted out of the room and hopped into my own shower. Jerking my cock furiously, I shot my cum on the shower wall. When I started washing, I realized that I never ended up getting any soap, so I did my best to get clean using only water.
I clambered out of the shower and reached for my towel. “Son of a bitch!” I muttered, angry at myself. I’d left my towel in the master bedroom, so Alice would probably know that I’d been in the room while she was showering. “Oh, well.” I sighed, resigned to the fact that Emily’s mother would think that I was a creep from now on. I picked out another towel, dried off, and put on the clean clothes that the Osbournes had found for me: basketball shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. The shorts fit right, but the shirt was incredibly tight. Also, there were no boxers, and since I hate wearing dirty underwear when I’m clean, I made up my mind to go commando.
By the time I made it downstairs, the table was set and Alice and Emily were already seated. Both of them greeted me with bright smiles, which made me think that Alice might not have noticed my towel. Both women were dressed to impress: Emily was wearing a deep v-neck sweater and tight jeans, and Alice was wearing an extremely short skirt with a v-neck sweater that showed off even more cleavage than Emily’s.
We were served three courses: a salad, soup, and some excellent steak, with sundaes for dessert. The food was delicious, and after the meal, we all stretched out in the living room to endure our food comas.
“How about a movie?” Alice suggested.
“I second that motion.” Emily raised her hand lazily from her spot curled up against me.
Emily and I had squished into the corner of the two-person couch, and Alice was stretching out languidly on the couch that was diagonally adjacent to ours. When she got up to grab a remote from one of the ottomans, the material of the couch hiked up her skirt quite a bit. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care, because she made no move to fix it, even when she sat down again. I did my best to ignore the sight: the curve of her round ass was justbbarely uncovered by her skirt. Luckily, I was able to divert my attention when the largest TV I’d ever seen flickered to life on the wall.
Alice scrolled through the various genres on Netflix until we decided on an old favorite. “Have you seen ‘Airplane!’, Aaron?”
“I love that movie!” I exclaimed.
“Do your impression of the pilot asking the kid all of those weird questions.” Emily begged.
“Joey, have you ever been in a… in a Turkish prison?” I said in Leslie Nielsen’s voice.
Both Emily and Alice cracked up, and I had to join them. “Airplane!” is one of my favorite movies, full of irreverent and deadpan humor.
We put on the movie, but Alice stopped it almost right away. “Who wants popcorn?” She asked, turning to face us.
“I do!” Emily and I both replied enthusiastically.
“Alright then! Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be back with popcorn in just a minute.” Alice moved to get up.
My jaw dropped. While she was getting up, Alice slightly spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her pantiless shaved pussy. I tore my eyes away, hoping that she hadn’t seen me, but briefly made eye contact with her. Then, she did something I never would’ve expected; she winked at me. My heart started beating so hard I thought it was going to pop out of my chest like the baby alien in “Alien”.
Alice stood up and stretched gracefully, but sensually. She ran her hands up her sides, stroking the outer swell of her breasts on her way into a spread-armed stretch. “Be right back.” She smiled.
As soon as she left the room, Emily pulled my head toward hers to whisper into my ear. “I’m having trouble restraining myself from ripping off those ill-fitting clothes of yours.”
I laughed quietly. “Let’s get in a quickie before your mom comes back with the popcorn.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “Y’know, it’s very obvious that you’re not wearing underwear.”
“Is it really?” I asked, looking down at my shorts. “Now that you mention it…” I noticed the substantial tent in my shorts; my cock was at half-mast.
“Did I do that?” Emily asked innocently, rubbing my erection with one hand while maintaining eye contact.
I chose not to mention the real reason for my arousal. “You might’ve;” I grinned, “I really like that sweater.”
“Do you?” She asked. “It’s so soft; I love how it feels on my skin. That’s why I didn’t wear a bra.” With that, she pulled the hem of her sweater up and gave me a glimpse of her beautiful bronzed breasts.
Before she could even let her sweater back down, I wrapped her tightly in my arms and kissed her. As usual, our lips felt like they were made to match. One thing that never failed to amaze was the fact that, despite just having eaten a three-course meal, Emily still had her trademark spicy-citrus breath. Our tongues danced the “tonsil tango”, as I am fond of calling it, and I massaged Emily’s jeaned thigh with one hand. Thankfully, Emily had the foresight to hurriedly pull her shirt down, in case her mom came back suddenly.
As if it were scripted, Alice re-entered the room at that very moment. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked, one hand on her hip and the other clutching two buckets of popcorn.
Emily and I broke apart with a very-unsexy squelching smack. We looked at each other and Emily broke into giggles.
“I was… We were…” I stuttered, unsure how to avoid embarassment. It seemed inevitable.
“Uh huh.” Alice said, handing us the larger popcorn bucket and lighting gracefully on her couch once more.
Emily laughed at my helplessness and snuggled back up against me to watch the movie. We finished the movie in silence, save for the many occasions of laughter. If you haven’t seen “Airplane!”, I really recommend it, especially if you like oddball humor delivered by perfectly deadpan actors. After the movie ended, Alice excused herself, saying that it had been a long day.
Emily and I waited for about thirty seconds after Alice left the room before picking up our kiss where we had left off. We made out with a furious intensity, as if it were our last day on Earth. She rolled on top of me and pinned my hands down with her arms, giving me one of her gorgeously mischievous smiles.
“Where do you wanna do it this time?” She prompted.
“Mm…” I kissed her neck, right near her collarbone, “somewhere risky.”
“Ahh…” she sighed in ecstasy, “how does the kitchen sound?”
“Perfect.” I confirmed, lifting her off of the couch to carry her to the kitchen. I had to break off the kiss so I could see where I was going, but Emily kept kissing at my neck and jaw.
“How come when you kiss my neck, my knees get weak, but when I kiss yours, nothing happens?!” She cried indignantly.
“We men are simple creatures.”
“Humph.” She frowned.
I responded by pausing my steady march to the kitchen and kissing her neck again, this time adding in some gentle sucking and biting.
Emily gasped. “Fuck it, let’s just do it here; I can’t wait any longer.”
We were in the dining room and the only available surface was the giant mahogany table, so I cleared some space on one end. Immediately, she pantsed me and threw off her own top. I was already completely hard from our making out, so Em wasted no time in sucking my cock all the way to the base. In and out it went, from base to tip, until I helped Emily to her feet and threw off her jeans.
“No panties today? I like that: easy access.” I commented.
“I wouldn’t have worn anything if we were alone.” She assured me.
“If only.” I sighed in feigned melancholy.
Then, Em lay back on the table and waited for me to insert myself. I did so enthusiastically, pausing only to allow her pussy to accommodate my size. Once it did, I sawed away at her pussy, watching her boobs bounce with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck, baby…” Em moaned, “your cock feels so good inside me.”
I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them, still thrusting vigorously into her. When I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, though, was when she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Aaron… Aahh!” Her pussy pulsed and constricted intensely with her orgasm.
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