by Simmons, NC
Two sets of fingers groped Rory’s crotch, two sets of lips pressed to his lips, two tongues danced in his ears, and two pairs of legs wrapped around his legs. Rory’s cock snapped to attention.
“I would not say, ‘happy,’ exactly. Lena is independently wealthy, so you do not need to worry about taking care of her material needs. But until Lena finds her own ‘The One,’ I refuse to abandon her.”
Rory’s mouth fell open in rapt astonishment.
“You see, Rory… If you and I make it past tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day after that, you will find yourself in bed every night surrounded by two horribly horny women.”
Rory leaned his head back against the couch and shook his head, moaning as the girls pawed his body. They offered Rory erotic outpourings of Sapphic lust, sharing open-mouthed kisses and licks inches from his eyes.
“Okay, Lenore… Let me see if I get this straight… If I fall in love with you, Lena is… Dear God… The mandatory ‘fringe benefit plan’?”
The two women smiled across at each other, looked at Rory, and nodded, responding in unison.
“Yes!”
A dirty, greedy smile crept across Rory’s face. “Well then. There’s no time like the present. Lenore De La Fuente, I DO love you! And it IS our fate! I knew it from the moment you first touched me tonight. I felt something amazing and peaceful enter me when you touched my face. I felt you surround me with love. I can’t explain it, I can’t comprehend it, and I can’t stop myself. I’m hopelessly yours, Lenore.”
Joyful tears trickled down Lenore’s face, a huge smile welcoming Rory’s profession of love. Rory turned and scanned the sexy third wheel. Lena gave him a toothy grin.
“Yesss, St. Scrumptious?”
“Lena… Wow! Well… Until we find you a man of your own, consider me a willing surrogate. My bed is your bed.”
Lena pouted. Lenore grimaced and shook her head. “Hmmm… Lena… I do not think that is good enough, do you?”
“Nope, Lenore… Not good enough at all,” she pouted. “Sounds kind of weak, if you ask me.”
Perplexed, Rory looked back and forth. Lenore made their intent clear.
“Rory, darling… If you truly love me, you must also love my lover.”
“AHHHH! Lena…”
“Yes, St. Snugly Wuggly?” Lena asked, eyes batting.
“I love you, too.”
“Now THAT is what I wanted to hear!” Lena lunged in and hugged the hunk. “Thank you for sharing your teddy, Lenore! He's so cuddly!”
“You are most welcome, roomie.”
Lenore bent over and unbuckled Rory’s pants, pulling his prick free, relishing the sensation of a man’s flesh and blood penis in her hands. Rory did not protest.
“Ohhh… Lena… Oh my God… You must feel this! It is so amazing! It is so much softer than a dildo!”
Lena put her hand on Lenore’s, threading their fingers together, experiencing her first real, flesh and blood, throbbing cock. “WOW! So that’s what it feels like? Oh, Lenore, this is AWESOME!”
Marquee lights crackled to life in the boy toy’s mind. “Wait a minute! Do you mean to tell me you girls are… Virgins?”
They giggled. Lena replied for the pair, air quoting as needed. “Well, if by ‘virgin’ you mean never experiencing a real, live penis in our privates, then yes. We are both,” Lena giggled again, “unsullied by the equipment of men. But if by ‘virgin’ you mean popping a cherry, oh, we left that status behind a long time ago. At last count, Lenore and I broke sixty four double-headed…”
“LENA!” Lenore scolded.
Rory injected a note of caution. “Then girls… You know… We may want to slow down a little bit. I mean… Wouldn’t you like your first times to be a little more… I don’t know… Individualized? Maybe a little more romantic? Like I could take each of you to a romantic dinner first. And… I don’t have any condoms with me. I’m really sorry girls, but I really wasn’t planning on any of this happening tonight.”
The girls pouted in unison. “Ohhh… that’s too bad.”
Lenore stuck her tongue into Rory’s ear and introduced an explicit enticement. “And here we were prepared to let…”
Lenore licked his neck.
“…the billionaire stud…”
Lena licked his lips.
“…make love to two…”
Lenore and Lena licked either side of his face.
“…virgin pussies…”
The girls licked his chest, cheeks pressed together, eyes looking up and locked to his.
“…at once.”
Lenore kissed Rory, lingering with her mouth open, swirling her tongue around his open, astonished lips. “Ohhh… Too bad for the billionaire. No supermodel pussy tonight.”
Lena leaned in and kissed Rory, lingering with her mouth open, swirling her tongue around his open, astonished lips. “Ohhh… Too bad for the billionaire. No tennis pro pussy tonight.”
Breathing heavily, Rory hesitated, not wanting to take advantage of the cock-inexperienced women, yet not wanting to derail a speeding love train.
Lenore backed up and tapped a finger to her temple, pretending to go through deep thought considering the agenda for the evening’s aerobic activities.
“You know, Lena dear… We really should think about this for a moment. Rory has a point. We do not want to take any chances on such a magical night. So this is a very important question. I do not believe we can continue unless your answer is in the affirmative. Are you up to date on your birth control, dear?”
Lena smiled and nodded. “Why yes, Lenore! Yes I am!”
“What a coincidence! So am I!”
“Hold on, girls! You two are on the pill? But… I thought…”
“Rory, dear, we have both been waiting for ‘The One’ for a long… loooooong… time.”
The girls kissed Rory on opposite cheeks. A soiling smile crossed Rory’s face as the pre-fuck formalities continued. He flipped his hand forward in consent. “You may proceed, ladies.”
“And Lena, dear, has any other man ever made love to you?”
“No, Lenore, I can’t say that I recall such an experience.”
“And Lena, dear, have you ever been made love to by any other woman other than your freaky supermodel roommate?”
“Hmmm… Nope. Not that I can think of. Only you, Freaky Baby.”
“Oh Rory, dear…?”
“Yes, Lenore…?”
“Disease free, I trust?”
Rory smiled broadly. Sonia’s fastidious attention to detail ensured it. “Clean as a whistle!”
“Well, then Lena, you know what that means…” Lenore grinned.
“What does that mean, Lenore…?” Lena grinned back.
The women opened their mouths, offering a unison shout.
“ATTACK!”
Two cock-starved cannibals descended upon their cooperative victim, heads bobbing and weaving over Rory’s lap. With terminal degrees in the art of gash-noshing, the girls fell into a debate over a litany of positions, teasing their prey with imaginative names for their favorite entanglements.
“Mmmm… Ohhh Freaky Baby… (suck) …your new boyfriend tastes… Salty! Almost like… (lick) …like bacon! YUMMY! But… (kiss, lick, suck) Why does he get to… (sluuuurp!) …have all the fun while we do all the work.”
“(Licky, licky) I completely agree, Wild Child. We must… (suck, suck, lick, slurp) …get something in return for our labors. What did you… (tickle, lick, suck) …have in mind?”
“Hmmm… Let me think…” Lena pondered, taking Rory’s cock into her mouth for a swirl around the head. The novice hit exactly the right spot.
“OHHHH… God… Yessss… Oh God... Yeah… That’s perfect, Lena…”
“…Well, Freaky… (suck, tickle, suck, slurp) …How about ‘The Bavarian Pretzel’?”
“No, that will not work. It only works with two women. This is a three-way, dear.”
“Riiiight… Three way… H
mmm… (lick, suck, lick, suck, lick) …How about ’Scissor-sisters’?”
“Again… (suck, SUUUUUCK, blow, ball-lick) …Women only, darling.”
The girls kissed around Rory’s dong and touched tongue tips.
“Okay… Then how about…”
“GOOD GOD, WOMEN! JUST PICK SOMETHING, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! Do you two always talk this much during sex?”
“Shush, you!” Lena warned. “We’re new at this cock fucking thing, remember? We’re trying to figure out how to do our first three-way! Sooo, Lenore... (kissy, kissy, pump, pump, suck) …How about ‘The Trapeze Artist’?”
“No… I strained my knee last time we did that. Remember? I limped for a month.”
“Oh… Yeah. I forgot about…. (lick, lick, tickle) …that. Well then… (pump, pump, lick, spit, sluuuurp) …I KNOW! How about Topsy Curvy! If we hang over the back of the couch, it might work!”
“(Pump, pump, lick, suck, lick, spit, SUUUUCK!) YES! That would be perfect! Let’s do it!”
“THANK GOD! Just do something, for God’s sake!”
Giggling, the girls climbed past Rory and over the back of the couch. They flipped around and lay on their thighs, dangling their legs over the seat back and pressing their luscious barely-clothed bottoms cheek-to-cheek with Rory’s face. Propping themselves stiff-armed against the cushions, they lowered their mouths to Rory’s cock. Rory got the hint. He reached backward between their legs and wrapped his fingers around their partially-clothed kitties, probing beneath the thin strips of fabric that held together the girls’ amateurish efforts at street-walking fashion.
Rory dipped his digits into the duo’s pink dough and kneaded. The girls resumed feasting on Rory’s meat. The succubus sisters learned quickly from their victim’s moans and groans, figuring out quickly how he liked his manhood handled. Tongue up the shaft, swirl around the head, suck, suck, suck. Spit, suck, repeat. Lenore also learned that the little “V” on the underside of Rory’s hose, just below the glans, was particularly sensitive, immediately causing her boy muscle-tensing jerks and spasms. She teased it with the tip of her tongue.
“Ohhhh yes, Lenore… Oh God… Lick that. Yes… Just like that. Oh God, girls… Oh God… Ohhhhh yes… Yes… Oh YEAH! Right there, Lena! You two say you… Ohhhhh… You never did this before? Really…?”
Mid-bob, Lenore popped up and glanced back with a wink. “Never, ever darling.” She turned and smiled at Lena. “But this does not seem all that difficult, does it Wild Child? It is just like eating a very stiff pussy!”
Lena licked up the side of Rory’s shaft, leaned toward Lenore, and tongue wrestled her sweetie. “Nope. Seems pretty simple to me, Freaky Baby. Just like a pussy Popsicle… Only harder… And way less fishy.”
Rory took advantage of the pause in their wang worship and sought direction. “Well, then, since this will be your first time with a man, I want to be sensitive, girls. How do you think want it? Slow and soft, or hard and fast?”
The libido-synchronized girls glanced at each other, smiled, and shouted in unison. “HARD AND FAST!”
Returning to their labors of lewdness, the girls slurped, sucked, pumped, and swirled. For “virgins,” Rory found them amazingly adept at pleasing his pussy-packer.
“Oh yessss… Oh yes… Oh God… Oh yes, girls... That’s it… YES! Up the side, girls! Yes… At the same time… Just like that… OH YES, Lena! Lick my balls again! YES! Like that! YES! Suck it into… Ohhh God… Ohhhh yesss… Yeah… Just like that Lena…”
While the girls supped greedily upon the mogul’s delicious wiener and balls, he tugged away their shorts, giving himself free access to mess with their muffs. As suspected, Lena and Lenore left their panties in their drawers. Bikini waxed, closely trimmed, and sopping wet, the musky aroma of famished cunts filled Rory’s nostrils. He had fun playing with their poonies, pinching and tugging on labia, twiddling their clits with his thumbs.
Lena complimented Rory’s care. “Ohhh yes, Rory… Ohhh yeah… Oh yeah… Back and forth, baby. Yeah… Back and forth. You’ve had… Some experience… With pussy… Eh, St. Magic Fingers?”
“A little… Yes, Lena… Oh God… The other one, now… Yesss… Wow… WOW! SHIT!”
Lenore likewise offered Rory high marks. “Ohhh yes… I like it… I like it when you… OHHH… OHHH… Ohhh yes, Rory… Si… Si… Like that… Right there… Now pull a little… Just a little… Now rub the side… Yesss… Like that… Ohhh… Slowly… I SAID SLOWLY, GOD DAMN IT! Yesss! Ahhh si. Ahhh si. Ohhh yes…”
As a child, Rory’s mother scolded him for playing with his food. The main course awaited.
“You know… You two have… Yes, Lena… Oh God… Lower… Lower… Yesss… You have such beautiful pussies... I want a taste, Lenore. I need to know what I paid two million for.”
Rory nudged Lena’s ass to the side, lifted Lenore’s leg over his head, and buried his mouth in her V, stuffing his tongue into the Spanish slut’s newly bi-friendly snatch. Lenore groaned as Rory lapped at her labia and teased her vaj with his tongue.
“Mmmmm… Ohhhh… Very nice, Rory… Yes... Oh God… That’s it… YES! Up the side! YES! Lick right there! Right there... Right… Ohhhh God! Ohhh God, Rory! Lena does it to me just like that! Hmmmm… Oh God! Again, Rory! Again and again!”
Rory’s slobbering feasting took Lenore’s mind off her work. He felt one pair of lips depart his dick. Rather than leave Lena to the task alone, Rory offered a self-serving compromise. He licked Lenore’s muffin, sucking on her clit to keep her happy.
“You two girls… Seem like you keep… In decent shape. Mmmm… Let's have a little fun. You stay where you are, Lenore. If it’s okay with you, let’s… Let Lena take the first ride.”
“Oh God! Whatever you want Rory! Just keep… YES!... Just… Ohhh… There… Oh yes… Yes… Lick that! Ohhhh… Just do it, damn it!”
“Okay, then. Climb on, Wild Child!”
Lena sprang off the back of the couch, stuck the landing in 5.9 form, and raced to the front. Rory reached under Lenore’s shoulders and lifted her into a horizontal position, keeping her clam shoved into his mouth. Quickly shedding her T-shirt, Lena faced Rory, grinned, and jiggled her tits like a seasoned stripper. She knelt on the couch and straddled his lap, grabbing his cock and aiming it at her gash. Lenore threw her arms around Lena’s neck and dropped her full weight onto her roommate’s shoulders. Lenore stuck her tongue into Lena’s ear.
“Ohhhh my God… Oh Lena… Make love to my man! Make love to ‘The One'!”
Calling Rory ‘my man’ and ‘the one’ poured illicit fuel over Lena’s blazing lust for the loaner boyfriend. Lena dropped herself slowly onto Rory’s schlong, receiving a fleshy rod for the first time in her life. She closed her eyes and felt her body fill. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced with Lenore and all their vibes and dildos, an indescribable sensation of soul-swapping oneness penetrating fingers alone could not produce. Lena’s vaj warmed as Rory’s cock pulsed.
“My God, Lenore… Oh Christ… Oh God… I can't… I can’t… This is… Oh my God, Lenore… He’s filling me up, Lenore… ‘The One’… He's filling me up and… It feels so… So… Oh Shit, Lenore… Oh fucking shit…”
Lena lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, settling into a natural rhythm.
“Holy shit… Hohhh shit! Oh shit… If this is what… Oh my God, Lenore… Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh God… Holy SHIT!”
Her pace increased. Rory twitched his cock over and over, pouring a little more fuel on the Wild Child’s fire.
“Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh fuck, Lenore… Ohhh fuck… Oh fuck, Lenore… It’s happening! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck… Lenore… I FEEL IT! SHIT! LENORE! I FEEL IT! I’M… I’M… I’M… OHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
A shuddering quickie took the Wild Child by surprise. She shook on Rory’s cock, unconsciously clamping it with her under-exercised pussy. “Shit! Oh, Lenore! Shit! I came! I just came on Rory’s cock! Holy shit! Holy shit. Holy shit.”
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��s tongue-fuck took Lenore up to the edge. Lena sped up, bouncing in a frenzy on Rory’s crotch. The girls screamed in each other’s ears, blending their release as Rory pleasured them in tandem.
“Oh Lenore! Oh God! Oh God! Ohhh… Lenore! He’s so… Aaaahhhhh shit! Aaaahhhh shit, Lenore!”
“Lena! Oh My God, Lena! He’s The One! He is SO The One! Rory! Oh God! Yes! Ohhh… There… Just Like That… Lick… HARDER! Yes… Ohhh... Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Aaahhhhhh…”
Lenore came again, her thighs jerking Rory’s cheeks.
Lena did what nature intended an athletic, semi-virginal woman should do with a billionaire’s right-sized cock. She fucked like a woman possessed, lifting Lenore on her shoulders with each upward stroke. Each time Lena lifted Lenore, the motion shoved Lenore’s pussy back into Rory’s munching mouth.
“Oh… Lenore! Oh my God, Lenore! Wait till you try this… Oh God! Ohhhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah! Ohhh… He’s so stiff, Lenore! WOW! This feels amazing! He keeps twitching it in me! It’s WAY better… WAY better than dildos!”
Without warning, Lena’s body froze, her head snapping side to side. The sensation of a thousand scampering millipedes raced across her flesh.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! What was THAT?! LENORE! Holy shit! I never felt that before! Oh my God, Lenore! Holy shit! Wow!”
All the girls heard from Rory was, “Mmmph… Hmmm…. Mph…”
Lena and Lenore moved as one, Lenore holding tightly to Lena’s neck as the pro athlete rode the supermodel’s new toy. Lena’s rising and falling turned into rising, falling, wiggling, hip-rolling, and rising. Through trial and error she figured out how to rub her clit against Rory’s pelvis when she hit bottom.
“Lenore! Who knew it could be this… Ohhhh… Fuck! This much… FUN! Oh my GOD! I feel so… So… Ohhhhh my God!”
“Lena! Ohhh…. Ay… Ay… Ohhhhh God! Lena! Lena! I'm going to… I’m going to come… I’m going to come! Ohhhhh… Ohhhh God… Ay… Dios mío! Ay… Dios mío!”
Lenore writhed, her toned legs wrapping around Rory’s head. Another orgasm rocked her body. Lenore’s quivering climax triggered Lena’s O. The tennis star came fast, her voice rising an octave as she let loose.
