At first, I’m not completely happy inviting Simon and Bree into bed with me and Jasmine. But watching Bree on all fours sucking his cock like there’s an apocalypse about to strike softens my reticence. And hardens something else.
To be fair, it’s not all their doing. The recently discovered girl of my dreams had rolled off the condom containing my first ejaculate, the rubber tacky with her juices. Well, it was the first inside her pussy but not the first time I’d cum in her. And if that sounds intriguing, the lead-up to it’s a long story. Either way, little frothy peaks of her arousal had peppered the rubber’s surface as she tied and tossed it towards the bin in the corner. It missed by quite some distance, splatting on the thin carpet of her loft bedroom. She just giggled and said she’d sort it later.
The brunette’s now lying on her side, nestled and warm behind me under the duvet, propped on one elbow, hair flowing over her hand, watching her housemate blow my best friend. Her tiny tits press into my back and she idly strokes my sticky cock, which gradually stiffens in her grip.
I never considered myself a voyeur. Never considered much of anything when it came to sex. Of course I imagined and masturbated. A lot. But the reality is infinitely better. Funny how a few hours can change so much. It’s like some box brimming with naughty ideas had burst open in my head, spewing its content skyward and I’m jumping from item to item as they rain back to Earth, trying to catch them all in case I miss out.
Bree’s thick lips descend around Simon’s shaft, their contrasting skin tones accented by the light that bleeds beneath the covers from the bedside lamp. He tips his head back. “Fuck. You’re so good at that, baby.”
Yeah, he’s the kind of guy who calls someone he just met for a one-night stand “baby”.
It doesn’t seem to bother Bree. She hums approval, slobbering his meat and choking at its fullest extent before yanking clear, leaving only strings of saliva joining their bodies. She grabs his curved shaft and wanks it, her pendulous tits swaying, and I wonder if it’s possible to be hypnotised like this.
I’m well on my way towards finding out when Simon exhales, and levels his stare at us. “Are you just going to lie there or join in?”
Jasmine gives a sharp laugh and nods at his cock disappearing into Bree’s throat. “I’m not touching that.”
He groans as she bottoms out. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’m quite sure I do.”
“Your loss, honey. What about you?” He addresses me.
“I’m not touching your junk either.”
“I mean joining in, ya twat.”
“Didn’t want to overstretch Bree.” I grin.
“Jeez, what is it with you guys? We just watched you at it and now you go all shy?” His voice stutters momentarily as Bree draws her lips clear. “Okay. H… how about we make it a contest? Whoever blows first loses. And the other chick gets to clean up. Can’t say fairer than that, ‘specially since I’ve had a head start.”
I glance over my shoulder at Jasmine and shrug. She lets go of my cock and twines a lock of hair around her finger instead, a little smile playing across her lips. “Deal.”
She sits up, shucking most of the duvet, and I shuffle onto my back while she crawls between my splayed thighs. I expect her next touch will be my lolling shaft to reawaken it fully, but she surprises me. Places her palms on my thighs and nuzzles my balls instead. Rolls her tongue around them, and sucks each one into her mouth in turn. The cooler air amplifies the effect as she tends to my sac, and my cock stirs. Firms. And that’s before she ventures lower, flashing her tongue across my arse and worming it into my hole.
I gasp and grip the sheets by my sides. Her nose nestles into my wet balls and she probes deeper, my hips rocking, knees parting involuntarily further to improve her access. She takes full advantage, lapping, circling and driving her tongue into my naughty hole. My soft groans echo off the apex ceiling.
Rolling my head to one side, I watch Bree desperately trying to make Simon cum, and him fighting it. He’s such a competitor, he totally won’t want to lose to a comparative newbie like me. But he is significantly further ahead. It’s going to be a photo finish.
All I have to do is hold off.
Which is easier said than done.
Especially when Jasmine seems to pick up on the urgency, lets go of one thigh and grips my dick instead. She tugs it upright and begins to stroke at a furious pace, slashing my arsehole in a loosely choreographed rhythm with her wanking. I groan and roll my hips to meet her downstrokes, which worsens things. Well, it’s better—firmer and tighter pressure—but in terms of staving off orgasm, it isn’t.
I try to think of unrelated things like summer walks and waddling penguins and shit U2 songs—a vast pool—but the thoughts are all eclipsed by Jasmine’s attention. Everything evaporates when she locks her gaze with mine, flutters natural lashes framed by those long oak tresses, and swirls her tongue over my balls again. “You gonna cum for me, big boy?” She sucks one plum and lets go with a noisy smack. “Gonna spray my face with all the hot spunk in here?”
“I’m surprised there’s anything left besides dust.”
Her thumb swoops the glistening crown, smearing pre-cum. “Mmmm, cock says different.” She trails a lick all the way up my shaft, circles the bulb to the ridge and sucks it clean before resuming wanking and lapping my balls.
Bree groans and takes Simon deep again. From the open-mouthed, lidded glance he gives me after sweeping his attention up my body, I can’t tell if he’s intimidated by my girthier size, or gloating that I might lose control first. Contrary to his default setting, he shuts his mouth. Then reverts to type and opens it. “Take it all, you sexy bitch. Show ‘em how it’s done.”
Jasmine smiles and gives a little shake of her head. “Didn’t realise this was amateur hour.”
She lets go of my other thigh and trails her hand up my body to hover in front of my mouth. Slips a finger inside and flicks her eyebrows to encourage me to suck it. I do and she withdraws, tip gleaming, then skims it back down my body, between my legs and circles my arsehole that’s still wet from her tongueing.
With insistent pressure, she worms the digit in, pauses to spit on my hole, then wiggles more inside me. I gasp as she breaches deeper, there’s a burning heat when she reverses direction slightly, followed by nothing but pleasure rippling from there to my swelling cock in her grip as she finger fucks me.
“Yeah, you like that, my dirty boy?” She takes my nuts in her mouth and sucks, then pops them free. “You like having your arse fucked, huh?” She curls her finger a little, stroking inside me, and my hips twist almost involuntarily. “I’ve got a lovely big dildo I could use on you. I think you’d enjoy it. Or maybe,” she laps my sac again, jacks my shaft fast and picks up speed with her fingering. “Maybe you’d like him to do it, hmm?” I go cold and she barrels on. “How about we up the ante? Whoever blows first gets their arse fucked by the other guy.”
Simon’s jaw drops, floundering like she’d asked him to label all the moving parts of the International Space Station. “You can’t change the terms after the contest has started, sugar.”
“Can. Credit card companies arsefuck customers all the time. Why should they have all the fun? And why should us girls have to be the only ones to forfeit? You with me, sister?”
Bree releases Simon’s cock from her throat. “Right on.”
I’m not so sure. In fact, it sounds utterly terrifying. But I keep quiet and let Simon splutter his protests instead. “Fuck no, this is a conspiracy. I’m not fucki… I’m not gay.”
Jasmine rolls her eyes and strokes my shaft, gliding her finger a little deeper, warming me further from the inside. “Expanding your horizons doesn’t make you gay, you wally.” She laps my balls and my cock twitches in her grip. “Or, oh wait, are you scared of losing and having to take this monster cock in your tiny, widdle botty?”
“Fuck you.” Genuine venom.
She grins, pulls her finger out and I moan as the burning heat swirls once more, my hips wriggling in response. She offers the digit to him. “Wanna pre-taste?”
He bats her hand away. “Fuck off.”
Jasmine spits on my hole and reinserts her finger, working it fully in at my gasp. Casts me an intense gaze. “Cum for me.”
Bree joins in, urging Simon on in his lane, the finish line in sight. “You gonna take that, baby?”
He’s genuinely torn, competitive pride warring with the prospect of his manly values being uprooted. “This is bullshit. You can’t do this, Jasmine.”
She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t waver her attention from me. “You invade my bed, you play by my rules.”
The heat rips through me when she pulls out again. Sucks two fingers. Spits. And presents both to my hole, weasling them inside. “Cum, Travis. Tell me what you want.”
The sensation is off the charts. Her innocent looks are betrayed by the filthy vixen beneath. If the need painted on her features didn’t have me teetering on the edge of climax already, ploughing both fingers into my darkest hole does. The fear of the unknown adds to it. Weighs heavily. But in one evening she’s already shown me more than I’d dare to dream. I gaze into her eyes. Take a deep breath. “Suck my cock, you hot little slut. Take every inch and I’ll spray you with cum.”
She beams. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Her hand leaves my shaft and lips replace it. In one motion she takes a deep breath and rams her mouth to the base of my prick, sucking and slurping furiously, her fingers rocking in my recently virgin behind.
Inevitability crests with my gurgling breaths, growls forming as she devours my cock. I slap the bed with both palms and rocket my hips skyward, everything closing in. Merging. She chokes and withdraws as the first pulse fires against her lips, dangles and drips, to be replaced with the second that arcs onto her cheek.
It’s like some slow motion replay, time elastic as each spurt loops and lands on her face in sync with my groans, until the last few merely drizzle out and she smears them against her lips, humming happily at the mess she created. She withdraws her finger and my gasp follows.
Sitting up, she reaches over and drags Bree clear. “Game over, girlfriend.”
Simon lets out a sustained groan, his cock stiff and glistening in the lamp light, and whines, “You can’t leave me like this.”
She grins and holds her right hand to her forehead, thumb and one of the fingers that had recently been up my arse forming an ‘L’. “You’ll need all that hardness to fuck him, loser.”
He whimpers. I think I do too, but my head’s a jumble sale.
We barely even get any respite before Jasmine shuffles towards Bree. Reaches out to stroke a lock of ebony hair from her face, and cradles her cheek. “Ready?”
The darker girl nods. Jasmine guides their faces together and Bree extends her tongue. Scoops a dollop of my spunk from her housemate’s cheek and swallows it. She takes her time, working across her face probably to torment us, lapping at Jasmine’s glimmering skin and cleaning my mess, until she reaches the first couple of spurts peppering her lips.
Their eyes meet and something unspoken passes between them. “Sharesies?”
Jasmine nods and their lips connect, awkward at first then more passionate as tongues are added and they swap and smear my cum in a sensual, dirty kiss. Both girls moan, slippery smacks reverberating off the walls during the embrace. Their tits crush together—Bree’s melons swamping Jasmine’s tiny chest—hands exploring the skin of each other’s body until they eventually part.
I’d have been rock hard at the display if I hadn’t recently cum. Glancing over, it seems Simon represents both of us.
The two girls turn towards him, and Jasmine regards his state. “We kept our end of the deal. Your turn, hotshot.”
Simon shakes his head. Genuine worry. Bree reaches for his hand and hauls him upright. “Come on. Do it for me. I wanna watch this. And if you do,” She leans in and whispers loud enough for us all to hear, “I’ll let you fuck my virgin arse later.”
His eyes find mine. I shrug. “I’m cool with it. I think. Guess I won’t know till I try.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. “If it makes it any easier, shut your eyes? Might not feel any different.”
The girls high-five and Jasmine reaches down to roll me onto my stomach then swings her leg over to ride my back, her bottom nestling up against my shoulder blades. Juices drizzle into the well between my hips and she slides her fingers through them en route to spreading my cheeks, smearing my knot with her arousal. Clearly, sucking cock does things to her.
The bed deforms between my thighs as Simon repositions himself. Bree grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table and pops the cap, the noise ricocheting through my veins and ratcheting my heart rate. Simon inhales sharply when the gel lands, and groans as she massages it in with gentle rhythmic insistence.
Cold registers on my ring, Jasmine shortly working the lubricant in and around my hole. It seems incomprehensible that a few hours ago I was a virgin and now, in the hands of this incredible girl, I’ve been initiated in acts beyond anything I ever knew existed, let alone imagined.
And one more such act is about to take place. My heart thumps so hard I bet the others can feel it through the mattress.
Whether through apprehension or the time since Bree last touched him, Simon has apparently lost some of his hardness. I know this because Bree whispers, “Let’s get you ready,” and the wet clicks of hand on skin pick up speed to fill the room. He moans and she coos. “Yeah, baby. Nice and hard for me. That’s it. Niiice and hard.”
Jasmine’s fingertips must surely be leaving white marks like a target around my exposed arsehole. She lets go. Spanks a cheek with a resounding crack. “Relax.”
Her hands spread me again and I try to banish the thoughts that my best friend is about to bone me. But my hammering heart spikes again when Bree guides his tip to swirl my hole.
I clench. Try to relax as he eases inside. Or she eases him inside. Whichever way it’s happening, Jasmine’s earlier fingering and the cool lube help, but it’s still fucking insane how full I feel. And from the encouraging murmurs from the girls, it seems I’m only fractionally impaled.
Simon’s breathing is shallow and I can’t imagine what it must be like to watch. If he is. I wiggle my hips and the pressure increases. He groans and Jasmine issues a warning. “Don’t blow your load early or you’ll regret it. I’ll spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
He snarls and breathes through his teeth. Nobody moves. Waiting. Anticipating. Until, presumably, the danger passes and the pressure mounts once more. I roll my head against the pillow, wisps of trapped perfume drifting. Burying my face, I groan, biting the material as Jasmine breathes, “That’s it. A little more.”
Intense heat glows within my hips and we both exhale as the flared tip breaches. He creeps deeper and if I thought it was tight in Jasmine’s bottom, it’s like Scrooge’s accountancy practice in mine. The lube does its job but I can’t help braying into the pillow as he sinks, agonisingly slow, millimetre by millimetre into my depths, until his pubes tickle my cheeks.
Jasmine lets go and my butt clenches his length. “Good boys,” she applauds. “Now, don’t be shy.” He jerks against me and it takes a moment to realise it’s because she’s reached out, grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head up. “Fuck him. Hard. He can take it.”
I don’t share her confidence, but Simon does as he’s told. Eases back and we both moan when he glides inside me again. The sensation is insane and it takes a few strokes to grow accustomed to the stretch-heat-stretch-heat rhythm. His pace builds gradually as Jasmine rocks on my upper back in time with his thrusts. She grinds, juices trickling down my spine, and makes appreciative little whimpers, hissing encouragement like, “Take him,” and “That’s it, fuck his tight little hole.”
She’s really getting into it while Bree is mainly silent. But when I twist my head to one side to take a deep breath, she’s lying on her back alongside me, watching intently, hand buried between her thighs and masturbating hard. She mouths, “This is fucking hot,” eyes lidded as she pleasures herself.
I force a smile, probably more a grimace. Between thrusts, I do wonder—worry—that Simon and my relationship is going to change. It’s not every day you get fucked by your best friend. I mean, I say best friend but I’ve known him less than a year at uni. We just clicked somehow. Even though he can be a bit of an arrogant dick, he’s funny, confident, and we riff off one another well, studying together when we can. And I think he genuinely cares about people, despite masking it with a heavy layer of sarcasm and gobbiness. Perhaps it’s some defence mechanism at work, which is why it’s even more surprising to hear him like this, whimpering as his dick rhythmically disappears into my bum.
Things escalate further when he issues an anguished squawk like a zombie budgerigar, and whispers in horror that he’s about to cum. And then breathlessly asks—actually asks—Jasmine for permission.
Her response is swift. “No.”
“FUCK!”
He stops thrusting and hyperventilates through his gritted teeth as he fights the orgasm. I’m not sure I’d have that much resolve, but I guess that’s what comes with experience. I try not to grip him but my hole seems to have a mind of its own. The tiniest micro movements are amplified back there and I breathe hard into the pillow as he tries to calm.
Jasmine is clearly enjoying her pets. “Good boys. So obedient.” She slides her hands down from hips to my upturned butt and issues a resounding spank on each cheek. I yelp and tense, which makes Simon hiss. She rubs the strike point and then hits me again, once each side. I try to react less, but it stings like a motherfucker and the heat radiates through my groin, rippling upward and setting off fireworks in my head.
I can’t say the whole experience has me hard. Far from it. But it’s certainly a different kind of pleasure, more akin to the throb when Jasmine fingered me. Like maybe there’s some hidden nerve endings or something that are stimulated through anal play. I make a mental note to look it up as Simon, past his imminent threat of cumming, resumes the buttfucking.
Our groans resynchronise and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again. His thrusts are longer, yet deeper, our bodies clapping together in the relative quiet and the angle is shallower. I have the strange sensation I’m going to cum even though I’m totally soft, and it takes me completely by surprise when my cock pulses a few stripes against the sheets, insides quivering. It’s definitely an orgasm. But not. Somehow.
I cry out, ring winking around Simon’s shaft and he curses. “Fuck. FUCK! Gonna cum. Pleeease, Jasmine.” His voice turns hollow, barely a throaty whisper. “Let me cum, pleeassse.”
She takes a breath.
“You may cum.”
“Ohhh yes! Thank fuck for that.” His relief transfers to me via four more rapid thrusts before he slams deep and holds there, groaning as he empties his load. I bite the pillow hard.
Beyond the rhythmic swelling of his cock in time with his spurts, I feel nothing physically. It’s purely a wave of emotion that pins me to the bed. Well, that and the two bodies. I lie there, used, sweaty and hot, and simply bask in the phantom release that cools between the cotton and my skin. My mind is scrambled and I’m a curious mixture of alertness and drowsy; tired yet still raring to go, like I could cum again.
None of us move for a while, then I’m treated to Simon’s withering cock slipping free and fully experience the intense burning heat that Jasmine mentioned earlier after I’d fucked her sexy bottom. It takes my breath away and I cry out, still muffled by the pillow.
Simon flops to the bed beside me. Thankfully, Jasmine doesn’t make him clean up the mess he’s made. Instead, we all take a few moments to reflect on our actions. Just let our heart rates stabilise. At least, most of us do. Bree is still clearly horny, rubbing her bare pussy hard. “Fuck, that was hot to watch. I need to cum bad.”
Ever the chivalrous, or perhaps to cleanse his mind of recent sodomy, Simon rolls onto his back and taps her closest thigh. She gets the message, crawls onto all fours and straddles his face. I wiggle to unseat Jasmine and lie on my side to watch his tongue lapping as Bree rocks her hips on his mouth. She barely gives him time between strokes to take a breath, her knees tightening either side of his head, naked, raspberry pussy lips deforming, splitting time and again around his tongue as she rides his face.
Jasmine taps me. “Saddle up, cowboy, that looks like fun.”
“My god, woman, are you actually insatiable?”
She giggles. “Pretty much, yeah. Think you can handle me?”
Twisting round on the bed so my sandy mop of hair practically touches Simon’s darker curls, I reach for Jasmine and tug her onto my lap. “I’ll cope. Depends if you get bored having me eat you on demand.”
“Sounds terrible.”
“Totally.”
She shuffles forward and I stroke her legs. Trace the colourful dragon inked on the inside of her thigh and she sighs. “Fuck, Bree, your pussy’s so sexy all bare like that. Think I should shave mine?”
“You could try it.”
“Do you think I should?”
I’m so taken with drawing shapes on her tattoo, it takes me a moment to realise she’s addressing me. “Uhh, well I like it as it is, but if you wanted to tr—”
“Travis,” she warns.
I gulp at her admonition. Look up at her inching forward on her knees. Swallow. “Yes. Yes you should. I’ll even…” My voice catches. “I’ll even do it for you. Then you can smother me with your sexy, naked pussy and take what you need from me.”
She sighs. “Better.” Creeps further up until her scent strengthens. Further until the fuzz with its clinging droplets of arousal obstructs my view. Then she lowers herself onto my mouth and sighs. “Much, much better.”
I kiss her pussy. Moan and rock my face up against her slick folds. The taste of her already soaked slit is intoxicating and she drizzles fresh juices over my nose and cheeks as I lap her clit.
The noises she makes are adorable. Cute little mewls of encouragement, which are about as far away from Bree’s laboured breathing and deep groans as vegan cheese is from being tasty. I’m definitely starting to learn how she likes to be eaten, and grind my face up against her snatch, slathering my tongue from crinkled arsehole to sensitive clit in a powerful rhythm, raking through her folds each time. She rocks her hips, crushing me to the bed, murmuring encouragement.
Her moans become muffled and, between licks, I glance up to see her lips locked with Bree’s, both girls clutching the chest of the other. Jasmine pinches her housemate’s nipples, causing her to groan into the kiss and widen the gyrations on Simon’s face.
Both of us know our place at that moment: mere tools for the girls to use to get off. And, honestly, it thrills me. To deliver this much pleasure to another human being makes my heart pound. As Jasmine alters her movements to bounce on my face, I extend my tongue and fuck her with it, my nose crashing into her clit on every downstroke. Her gasps intensify, then rise in pitch and she breaks the kiss. “Ohfuck, fuckkk. Keep that up.”
Like I’d ever stop.
She cups Bree’s chest and squeezes hard, flesh spilling over her dainty hands as she massages and Bree moans. Jasmine drips onto my tongue and I can imagine Bree doing likewise, judging from the filthy squelching a few inches from my head. As Jasmine clamours for more, I have a flashback to listening to the other pair in the room below earlier. Maybe…
Baring my teeth, I graze Jasmine’s pussy and give a tentative bite. She screams. “Godyes. Bite me. Harder.” On her next grind, I bite more firmly and she wails. Scrabbles for Bree’s head and tugs it to hers, their mouths connecting and working hard against each other, snorting breaths between moans.
Simon, no stranger to the delights of pussy cuisine, joins in and Bree claps and grinds her cunt on him. Both of us bite, lap, slurp and get crushed by the different-shaped but identically-wired girls atop us.
I don’t know who beats who to orgasm. The first I’m aware of Jasmine’s climax is the weightlessness and wetness in abundance. My jaw clamped to her cunt slips free as she rises and stills, fluttering above me like she’s made of silk. My fingertips dig into her thighs, quivering with her, and she holds her breath long enough for Bree to emit a sustained groan into her mouth before I find myself unable to breathe. My girl slams onto my face and holds there, crushing my nose, mouth, everything and hisses, breaking contact with Bree and almost shrieking into the roomspace as her pussy pulses against my mouth and the climax consumes her.
I let her ride it out at her pace, at her pressure. She knows what she wants and I’m happy to play my part, tongue out, drinking the delicious, sweet juices she lets me take. Bree seems to be having a similar moment on Simon’s mouth and we both steal breaths when we can. Lying under a horny woman and having her take what she needs is fast becoming my favourite pastime.
I have no idea how long we stay frozen like that. Certainly long enough that the cold starts to seep into my fingertips. Eventually, Jasmine relaxes and slithers off me to lie alongside, and judging from her breathing pattern, her heart rate is still elevated. Bree flops likewise and we all reposition ourselves side by side so I’m able to drag the duvet over our haphazard tangle of limbs to keep warm. The bed’s a bit short and our feet dangle out a little, but it’s close enough for now.
Jasmine snuggles into my arms and I stroke some hair away from her cheek, kissing the exposed skin. “I know I’m not supposed to thank you, but I will anyway.”
She smiles and draws a line across my tummy with a finger. “I’ll let you have this one. That was… beautifully intense.”
Simon is uncharacteristically quiet, so I conclude either Bree ground so hard that his mouth fell off or he’s seething that he was coerced into our act. Turns out it’s the latter.
“Can’t believe you made me do…” he nods my way in the semi-darkness under the duvet, “that.”
Jasmine tuts. “Oh, you dug that hole all by yourself. I just pushed you in. Why don’t you step off your ego horse? Lighten up. It was just a bit of fun.”
“Fun for who?”
“Oh I dunno,” she puts on a squeaky voice like a cartoon character, “Jasmine, let me cum Jasmine, pleeeeease.”
“Shut up, Yoko.”
I try to suppress a laugh but fail. He glares at me. “I mean it, shut up, both of you. This goes nowhere, okay?”
Jasmine rolls her eyes. “I’m not trying to break the band up. Jeez, what are you afraid of? Your precious reputation as a ladies’ man? Let me tell you, it’s not all that endearing these days.”
He says nothing.
She continues: “Travis here has never had sex before tonight.” I feel my cheeks redden. “And yet he was willing to go with the flow. You should learn a thing or two from him.”
“Ha! The dude forgot condoms. That’s like The Enterprise leaving dock without any shields.”
“And he won’t do it again, will you?”
I shake my head. “Hell no. Lesson learned.”
“See? Learning.”
“I learn!” Simon splutters. “I learn all the time. I’ve learned not to trust you. What’s your point?”
Jasmine smiles. “Sometimes you need to pay attention to the warp drive, not just the shields.”
He blinks. “Ohh, riiight. This is one of those cover, book, judge, don’t learning outcomes innit? Like Travis was banging on about in the pub.”
“Bingo.”
“Well, thanks for the lesson. I’ll be sure to check the engine before I chow down on pussy next time.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Silence.
Just four sets of syncopated breathing in the confined space. Bree breaks it.
“We should probably head off.”
Jasmine nods. “Want me to call a cab?”
Bree chuckles. “We got this. And, hey.” She lets out a breath. “Don’t be a stranger, ‘kay? I had serious fun.”
They share a look. A tender kiss. Jasmine sweeps the darker girl’s hair from her forehead. “Just try and keep me away.”
And then they’re gone, padding downstairs to Bree’s room, leaving us to idly stroke and kiss. She nuzzles my cheek. “Sorry to put you through that with Simon. Couldn’t resist. You two gonna be okay?”
I shrug. “He’ll get over it. We’ll talk about it. Or maybe he won’t.”
“Yeah. I should make it up to you sometime.” Jasmine turns away and we reposition to cuddle. “Ewww, wet patch.”
I colour. “Oh yeah, sorry. I don’t know how that happened. I was soft and just… came somehow.”
She twists her head back to look at me, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oooh, prostate ejaculation?”
“What now?”
“Like multiple orgasms for men. I’ve read about it, but never properly explored.” She strokes my leg. “Wanna try for another?”
“Seriously?”
“Aha. My treat.” She searches my face, flicking eyes across my features. “Unless you want me to show you another trick for making me cum?”
I bite my lip. “Can we, kinda, do both? Does that work?”
She grins. “Greedy boy. Man after my own heart.”
Shuffling onto her back, she indicates I should climb over her, cock dangling in her face, facing her delicious pussy. I can’t resist kissing it, savouring her scent, and she wriggles, sighing.
“Okay. Lick your fingers and slide them in. The longest one and ring finger.”
I do as I’m told, and as I slip the pair into her messy snatch, I gasp at her wet finger worming its way into my bottom, wiggling deeper until she’s happy.
“Now lick your thumb and anchor it on my clit.” I do and she lets out a little moan. “Ohh, perfect. Did you pack a wetsuit?”
“Eh?”
She giggles. “Fair warning. You get this right, imma squirt and show you what a wet patch really is.”
“God.”
“Hope you’re thirsty.”
I gulp. Her finger rocks inside me. “For you, always.”
“Awww, okay. Now curl your fingers up, like you’re, oh fuck yeah, like that.” She takes an involuntary breath. “And pull up like you’re trying to lift my hips off the bed. Up up up, and keep going. Ignore what I say, just don’t stop, even when I’m yelling the place down.”
“Got it.” Her finger nudges inside and a full body shiver grips me.
“Ready?” I nod. “Go.”
She tenses her hips and grinds them against the sheets and I tug up, trying to unseat her. Almost instantly, she starts to moan and I join her as she presumably massages my prostate.
It’s so different being soft and yet propelled towards orgasm. The pressure builds and I try to focus on my task, fighting her tension like a sexy tug of war. Her throaty moans rise and, with them, the most deplorably erotic sound I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Squelches. Deep, sucking squelches as juices start to form and leak around my fingers.
Loads of juices.
I rock my hand, pulling up towards my face, and shuck the duvet off us so I can watch properly. Her cunt glistens, frothing at the entry point with white peaks like meringue from the mixing bowl my mum used to whip up pavlova. And around my buried digits, wetness. Serious wetness.
She rolls her hips in a rhythm and they occasionally leave the bed before she slams them back down and I try to haul her up. “Ohhfuck fuuuck yess, fuck, gonna squirt gonna squirt.” She grits her teeth, buries her finger in my arse and rocks it. “Gonna squirt don’t fucking stop, don’t you dare fucking ahhh oh god fuuaarckk!”
I recoil as the liquid sprays against my cheek. My mouth falls open and I lower my head into the fountain as she screams not to stop. It’s fucking incredible. Drowning in her pleasure, I lift and lift, pumping squirt upon squirt onto the bed, my face, everywhere.
Jasmine bucks and jerks and still doesn’t seem finished so I do as she insisted and keep going, hand cramping, fingers locked on the front wall of her streaming, squelching pussy as she wails and soaks me.
I barely register her finger lodged in my arse and it’s only when she twists free of my grip, gasps and writhes in the bed puddle that she gradually restarts the massage. It’s my turn to groan and I dip my face in her soaked folds, inhaling, letting out a hiss of satisfaction as the pleasure builds and builds, insides quaking.
The intensity mounts and I’m weightless as deep shudders ripple through me, head to toe. I’m not even aware of cumming; it’s not the usual waves of release that accompany it, just a sustained throb. But Jasmine’s groans and tongue lapping up the spunk that peppers her face confirm I have.
It’s incredible. To have cum and yet… not cum. As if I could go again and again. I breathe deep, nose still buried in her snatch and shiver. We both do, slowing to a halt and basking in the glow of release. Drifting. Connected.
Eventually I climb off, turn and flop beside her. Stroke her cheek. “Jesus, that was something else.”
She’s wearing a spaced-out expression. Manages a weak smile. “Isn’t it just.”
We lie there, fingers idly brushing one another. Snuggling. Recuperating in the glow of the lamp. I drag the duvet back over us. Kiss her shoulder, cup and stroke her little chest. Fuck knows what the time is. Early hours, for sure.
Her breathing pattern lengthens, steadies, eyes drifting shut. I consider asking if she has any towels to sleep on, but by then she’s gently snoring, so I reach over, click off the lamp and settle beside her on the ruined sheets.
Every inhalation reminds me of her, the scent of a voraciously horny girl, and I smile as I reflect and let drowsiness overcome me. It’s been some introduction.
Where do we go from here? I have no idea. Is this a one-time thing or will she want more? Who knows.
I shut my eyes. Sigh. Guess that’s tomorrow’s domain.
