by Jodi Sylph
Janet slid an arm behind Megan, forcing her to arch her back, bringing forward those beautiful little breasts, and sucked a nipple into her mouth. For a brief moment, Megan tried to push her away, but Janet slapped the hand away and fixed her with a stern stare, before returning to the nipple.
She teased it lightly with her tongue, circling it and sucking it in, tugging on it gently with her teeth. Megan gasped, the sound sending a thrill through Janet’s body. Megan’s hands grabbed the back of Janet’s head, her fingers sliding into her hair, holding her face against her breast. Janet’s hands explored down, until they came to Megan’s firm ass, and squeezed them.
Janet pulled away and guided Megan to the floor and her soft carpet. Megan looked radiant; her long brown hair framed her face with those large brown eyes, and her cheeks flushed red with what Janet hoped had now become desire. She wondered what this meant for their friendship, if she were putting it all at risk. But Megan had changed things when she’d made her proposal this morning; their friendship had already changed.
She knelt down next to Megan, pushing the girl lightly back into a reclined position and positioned herself between her knees. Megan watched intently, all the while lightly biting her bottom lip. Janet’s hands slid down Megan’s thighs until they came to her pussy. She parted the pussy lips with her fingers, teasing Megan’s clit with the tip of a finger.
With that first touch, Megan gasped sharply. “Oh my god!” she gasped, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
Janet just smiled. A trickle of pussy juice escaped from Megan’s cunt, running down her perineum to her ass. She slid a finger into the pussy, just a tip, bringing a soft cry out from Megan. She brought her dripping finger out, using it to lube the clit further. She had to be gentle, she didn’t want to pop Megan’s cherry.
She paused to look at Megan’s pussy. She’d never seen one up close before, only her own, and the closest with a mirror. This was something no man could ever understand… a simple secret place that needed love, extra attention, but linked to the whole. It responded to the neck, her eyes, her lips, the breast, sometimes even her feet. You couldn’t just force it to bring a girl to orgasm; it needed gentle guidance, diligence, and just the right touch. Who would understand that better than another woman?
Sometimes, when she masturbated, Janet would taste her fingers. At first she felt dirty, but soon realized that it didn’t matter, it was as private as the masturbation. And, a bit shockingly, she liked the taste. Would Megan’s cunt taste the same? Suddenly she wanted to find out.
She lowered her mouth to the pussy, kissing the opening as though it were a mouth. Megan’s eyes grew impossibly wider. Her lips felt the soft touch of her labia, not tasting, not yet.
Using her fingers, she spread the pussy open, still delivering sweet tender kisses, but now inside the folds. Then Megan’s hands were in her hair, gripping her by the back of her head, pushing Janet’s face hard into her pussy. Janet obliged by sliding her tongue into Megan’s cunt.
She licked deeply into Megan, tasting her sweet juices. And oh yes, there was a difference! How could she even express it? Megan’s twat reminded her of endless summers, juices that hinted of spending hours in a bathing suit by a private pool, Megan’s own personal scent, her pheromones, trapped in delicious drops that now flowed freely from her most private place. Oh she was so wet! She felt it dripping from her chin. She ran long slow strokes with her tongue from the base of her cunt to the clit, each lick eliciting either a moan or a gasp from Megan. Suddenly she never felt so close to her friend, never knew her so well. And her own body responded in kind.
She moved up to the clitoris, swollen and wet. She sucked it into her mouth, feeling it’s firmness with her tongue, and teased it, with quick flicks of her tongue. Then Megan’s hands pushed against her forehead.
“Stop,” Megan cried, “Please stop!”
Janet pulled back her head. “Are you sure?”
“I think I was about to lose control or something,” she said, “It’s too much!”
“It’s okay if you want to, you’re about to have an orgasm.”
Megan leaned up on her elbows. “I don’t know if I can handle it!” Then she saw Janet’s face, and giggled. “Oh god, you’re a mess!”
Janet couldn’t help but laugh, and licked her lips. “It’s okay, babe. I love it! But let me give you an orgasm, you’ll like it, I swear.”
Hesitantly, Megan nodded.
She lowered her mouth back to Megan’s clit, feeling Megan’s eyes follow her. She pressed her face fully against her friend’s cunt, her tongue and lips working the clitoris, her chin gently pushing against her pussy. Now Megan’s hips showed her what she wanted, gave her the rhythm to match, her mouth in time with the rise and fall of her best friend’s hips.
The heat in the pussy juices built. She must be cumming, Janet thought, I’m making my best friend cum!
The thought hung in the back of her mind for but a second. Suddenly Megan’s hips thrust and quivered, pulsating, and a rush of juice poured into her mouth and down her face. She pulled back, watching Megan’s hips continue to thrust, shooting her pussy juices now across Janet’s chin and neck.
It took a while, but Megan’s body finally settled down. Her skin blushed from head to toe, and she covered her face with her hands, all the while moaning, “Oooooohhhh gaaawwwwdd!”
Janet looked herself over. Megan’s cum ran down her torso as though she’d been splashed with a glass of water. Her blond hair was plastered with it to her shoulders and the top of her chest.
Megan sat up, looking at her in embarrassed horror. “Oh my god,” she said, “I pissed all over you!”
“No you didn’t,” she replied, “You squirted. It’s your orgasm. It’s not pee.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Janet laughed. Silly girl! “It’s okay! It’s wonderful! Everything is wonderful!” She stretched out next to Megan on the carpet, leaning her head on her hand, looking down at her best friend. “Did you like it?”
A slow smile slowly worked its way onto Megan’s face, though the redness didn’t fade. “It was incredible!”
Janet matched her smile. “You know what? I bet there’s more where that came from.”
She darted back to the pussy and Megan squealed, giggling in delight, wrapping her legs over Janet’s shoulders. I think I love her, Janet thought to herself, but she couldn’t say it aloud. But maybe it was okay; maybe she could love her friend this much.
The two of them didn’t get much sleep that night.
PART 3
Watching and Learning
The following evening, Megan arrived at Mark’s house. She’d chosen to wear a pair of denim shorts and a block baby-doll t-shirt that hugged her torso suggestively. She hadn’t seen Mark in two days. He worked a lot, and, well, last night it had been her that was a bit busier. That made her giggle.
She’d been busy alright.
Her best friend had given her sensations that she’d never felt before! She hadn’t believed it was possible! I wonder if it’ll be possible like that with Mark? Is sex as wonderful as what Janet could do with her lips? Oh she hoped so.
But that brought up feelings of nervousness again. Janet didn’t have a dick. She felt safer with her than with Mark. She enjoyed kissing him, enjoyed his strong body, and feeling just a little bit helpless with that much power holding her (thank God he was patient!); but Janet was so much the opposite. Even though she had been firm, the softness of her body was such a stark contrast! And she’d never expected anything more of Megan. She’d pleasured her over and over again with her mouth.
Tonight, Megan wore panties. They felt like a line of defense, even though she knew that they weren’t, really. But they were soaked already. She felt how wet they were every time she moved. Worse, it wasn’t from thinking about Mark at all. She kept thinking about Janet bringing her to orgasm.
He greeted her before she could knock, throwing open the door.
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“Hi babe, I’ve missed you!” Mark pulled her in for a hug, and she wrapped her arms about him, resting her head against his hard chest. Though she wasn’t exactly short, he stood 6 foot 3, and she only came to his chin. His dark brown hair he grew slightly long, though it didn’t quite reach his shoulders. It looked like it had been a day since he last shaved, and she couldn’t help but wonder what that chin would feel like against her pussy.
“I’ve missed you too,” she said.
“So, are we still going through with this?” he asked. He stepped aside, letting her in. Mark had a good job and he already owned his own home, a place he took good care of, and his pride in it showed. Still, it felt like a man-cave. It lacked a woman’s touch. She didn’t want to move in with him until marriage came up.
She didn’t want to wait until marriage for sex either. She wanted to test drive him, so to speak. No matter what he offered, she didn’t want to spend her future disappointed. Oh, she hoped sex would be good.
She nodded. “Yes, we’re going to do this. I just spoke to Janet on the phone. She’s on her way.”
“I have to admit,” He said, “I’m a bit nervous. You really just want to watch?”
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to join in?”
“We’ll see. I haven’t decided yet.”
“You know,” he continued, “We could still call her off, and it could be just you and I. We could try it tonight, if you want to.”
“Don’t try and talk your way out of this,” she said, “It’s too late.”
The conversation immediately died as they heard a car pull up. Megan met Janet at the door, and hugged her tightly. “You came!”
“I said I would, didn’t I?” Janet hugged her back tightly. “You know that I’ll do anything for you.”
Megan blushed.
Janet strode into the house. “Nice place,” she said, taking it in with a glance. In her hand she had a bottle of wine. “Let’s loosen up a bit, shall we?”
“Great idea,” Mark said, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Megan squealed and grabbed Janet’s arms, and Janet giggled. “Oh my god,” Megan said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
“What about you?” Janet asked, “Are you ready?”
Megan giggled too. “Maybe.”
They stopped laughing as Mark walked back in carrying three wine glasses. “Well, ladies? Let’s pour the wine, I’ll start some music.”
“Oh, a romantic!” Janet said, “I just thought I was here to fuck.”
Megan blushed. “Janet!”
Janet gave her a wink. Mark paused, and then returned to putting on some music. He put on an internet station of easy listening and walked back over to the ladies.
“So,” Janet asked, “Are you a virgin, Mark? Or have you done this before?”
“No,” he said, “I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never done this before. Never in front of someone, or a threesome.”
“Just so you know,” Janet said, “This is for her. If she says stop, we stop. Got it?”
“Of course,” Mark replied, “I love her.”
“Me too,” Janet said.
Megan blushed at hearing their words. She loved Mark, and she loved Janet. Mark was the man she would be willing to marry. He could provide for her, maybe one day be a great father. Plus he was so sexy, his body well taken care of. She hated that she feared this.
And then there was Janet. Her best friend, willing to do anything for her, she’d stood by her side for as long as she could remember. Her best friend that had been willing to help her break through her insecurities. She wanted Janet’s friendship for the rest of her life. And, though she tried to deny it, she wanted to be with Janet too.
The strangest thing about this was that she really wanted the two of them to like each other. That was the most important thing. She didn’t feel any jealousy, at least she didn’t think so. But what if this was a way to have the three of them close? Was that weird?
But now Janet wanted to get the show on the road. She grabbed Megan’s hand and pulled her to the couch, shoving a wine glass in her hand. To Mark she ordered, “Strip! Let’s see that body.”
Oh, Megan’s face felt like it was on fire. She’d seen him shirtless before, and that was nice. But, now… it felt like teasing. He looked a bit flustered being given orders by Janet, but he was nothing if not a good sport. Was his face as red as hers?
He worked the buttons of his shirt one at a time, bringing his well-chiseled chest slowly into view. The lower buttons one by one revealed six-pack abs that made her mouth water. The tone of his skin showed that he was no strange to the sun. The shirt fell from his round, muscular shoulders revealing his beautifully bronzed upper torso. His eyes traveled from Megan’s face to Janet’s, and back again.
“Keep going, Mark!” Janet instructed, “Let’s see the complete package.”
“Shouldn’t you too be getting undressed also?” he asked.
“All in good time,” Janet said, “Now continue.”
Mark pulled off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and let them fall to his ankles, leaving him standing there in his underwear. He kicked his pants aside (he wasn’t wearing shoes and socks, he rarely did in his own home), and stood there facing them, almost defiantly. His underwear left little to the imagination.
Megan stared at the bulge in his underwear. It hinted at his size, the shape of his dick. She wanted to see it! If only she could be as demanding as Janet.
“Well?” asked Janet.
“This is as far as I go until someone joins in,” he countered.
“Ahhh,” Janet sighed, “Looks like he needs a little help!”
She threw back her wine glass and downed it in one gulp. Megan found herself doing the same thing as she watched her best friend drop to her knees in front of Mark.
“Let’s help you get this down,” Janet said, grabbing the waistband. Mark didn’t stop her. She jerked them to his ankles, and right in Janet’s face dangled his lengthy cock and balls.
Megan didn’t know what to think of it. She couldn’t measure it with her mind, and it wasn’t yet fully erect. It hung down, but a bit stiffly, maybe six or seven inches, and with a width she thought she might just be able to wrap her hand around. As she stared at it, it seemed to move on its own, twitching and rising. That’s supposed to fit into me? She thought in wonder. It looks like it would go too deep!
Janet looked over her shoulder to Megan. “Come play with it!” she urged.
Megan shook her head, but leaned forward. “I’m just watching.”
Janet shrugged and turned back to his dick. She brought a hand up to the base and wrapped her fingers about it, her other hand coming up to cup his balls. Her hand glided up and down the shaft, and Megan’s eyes widened as his dick grew even bigger. She wasn’t completely ignorant, she knew that was what they were supposed to do, but actually seeing it was quite startling. Now that’s supposed to fit into me?
And then Janet slid it into her mouth! It stretched her lips wide, and she only took in its large round head, but she fit it in. She continued stroking with her hand as her mouth moved on and off of the tip, taking it a bit further into her mouth each time.
Megan’s gaze turned to Mark as he let out a soft moan. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back a bit. His hands found Janet’s head, fingers in her hair, not forcing her, but gently holding her head, almost affectionately.
Janet continued to work the cock for a minute before pulling off. Her face was flushed red as she turned to look back at Megan. “Come on, try it!”
Megan stared at the cock, wet with Janet’s spit. It looked like it would tear her mouth open! “I don’t know…”
“Just come and taste it.”
Megan dropped down in front of Mark next to her friend. The cock loomed in front of her face, the balls heavy beneath it. Janet didn’t let go of the shaft, still stroking it rhythmically. Mark’s eyes looked down at he
r half-lidded, but he didn’t say anything. He was staying true, letting them do whatever they wanted.
She moved closer to the cock, until it was right in front of her nose. From the tip, a tiny pearl drop of clear liquid appeared, and slowly began to drip.
“Quick,” Janet urged, “Catch it!”
“What, the drip?”
“Yes, lick it!”
Megan stuck her tongue out, catching it on the tip of her tongue. It tasted sweet, not really salty. When she pulled her face away, it actually stretched from her lips to his cock, before dripping down across her chin. Janet reached up and wiped it away.
“Now put it in your mouth,” Janet urged.
She turned her head back to his cock, jutting in her face. His hips were slightly forward, but he had his hands behind his back. She leaned forward tentatively, inches away. More of that precum pearled on the tip. She reached up, sliding her fingertips along the length of the shaft, feeling its hardness, tracing the bulging veins. It responded to her touch, twitching. For such a soft piece of flesh, it felt so rigid, so unyielding!
She wrapped a hand about it, letting her fingers squeeze, feel just how firm it truly was, and moved her head forward. She opened her mouth, and let the cock rest on her tongue, and slid her head forward.
She’d never put anything so big into her mouth ever. Her lips stretched around it, taking in just the head, feeling its smoothness slide up her tongue. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Janet licking her lips.
Yes, Janet wanted to play too. She covered Megan’s fingers with her own, squeezing the cock tighter, forcing Megan’s hand to stroke Mark with a firmer grip. As their fingers came toward her lips, she felt the precum spill across her tongue as they milked it out.
Janet’s other hand came up to the back of her head. “Suck him like you mean it,” Janet said, wrapping her fingers in her hair. She pushed Megan further onto the cock, and pulled her head off, all the while guiding her strokes.
