by Luke Young
“Wow, now there’s a talent.” He stared at the screen with renewed interest.
“I can do that,” Victoria announced proudly.
“With one that big?” Jillian asked.
“Sure.”
“Can you teach Jillian how to do it? He has at least two inches on me, and she can’t even handle my tiny, little, cute one,” he said a little sarcastically.
Jillian glared at him.
“What? I thought we were all being honest with our feelings.”
“If you ever want me to do that again, just watch it.”
After giving her a sheepish look, he returned to the video. The two girls shared a grin, and then joined him.
The woman was now nude. She was lying in bed, her huge doubleD breasts, standing up way too perfectly to be natural. Antonio stood next to the bed, pumping away, as the couple took part in some good old-fashioned, regular sex.
“Now, she’s got some nice, huge breasts,” Brian said.
Discovering the two women suddenly glaring at him, he stared back in shock. “What? Don’t tell me that you two can stare at Antonio’s penis, practically salivating, but I make one big breast comment, and I’m the bad guy?”
“You can’t honestly say you would want to be with a woman with that big of a chest.” Jillian stared at him, waiting.
With his eyes moving from one fiery stare to the other, he swallowed hard. “Well, no, I’ve always been more of an ass man myself… But look at his penis; you can’t seriously want to have sex with a man who’s that big?”
Jillian and Victoria looked at each other with straight faces, which then morphed into sexy grins. Watching the transformation, Brian’s jaw dropped. “Seriously, you want that freak show penis stretching everything out?”
The girls shared another eyebrow-raising look, and then turned toward him, both wearing intense expressions.
Lifting his arms, he waved a hand at each of them. “Okay, don’t answer that.” Brian looked back to the screen. “Okay, come on. Where would you even put something that size?”
Victoria breathed out slowly. “Sometimes you really just want to be filled up… completely.”
After giggling again like a schoolgirl, Jillian nodded toward the screen, mesmerized.
Brian shook his head. “If there’s a design flaw in ninety-five percent of the male population, don’t complain to me about it…” Glancing at the ceiling, he continued, “… as I saw in that Larry Flint movie, complain to the manufacturer.”
“Someone’s jealous.” Victoria looked at Jillian with a smirk.
“Am not.”
“Are too,” Jillian said, and the girls shared a big smile.
“Oh, go ahead and screw a guy with a super-cock like that. I hope you can’t walk the next day… oh, and give him a blowjob, and your jaw will never be the same, I’m sure.”
Victoria stared at him, waiting for him to look her way. When he finally made eye contact with her, she stared intently at him. “I’ve been with one bigger than that.” After pausing for effect, she gave him a wicked smile. “I could walk fine, my jaw didn’t hurt at all, and I was never more satisfied in my life.”
He watched as Jillian and Victoria high-fived one other. After rolling his eyes, he returned his weary eyes to the screen.
As the scene progressed to the part Victoria wanted them to see, Jillian and Brian’s mouths shot wide open. This was her favorite part, as well, and Victoria watched with her breathing labored.
“Is he really going to put that in her… backside?” Jillian glanced at Victoria. Victoria’s reply was nothing more than a slow nod fueled by a marijuana-induced trance.
Jillian’s eyes shot back to the screen. “How?”
“I told you, it opens up.”
“Hand me that joint.” Jillian shook her head. “I’m going to need it.”
Antonio pressed the huge head of his giant penis to the woman’s “other” entrance, causing her to let out a low, guttural moan. He pushed harder and slipped inside. The woman screamed out in absolute delight.
“Wow.” Jillian gasped. Her hand rested on Brian’s thigh. There was a huge bulge in Brian’s pants. Looking over at the two of them, Victoria noticed Brian’s situation, and grinned.
“They’re going at it pretty hard there,” Brian said.
“They’re pros. Don’t you try that. You two need to take it slow.”
Jillian looked wide-eyed at the screen. “Yeah, slow.”
Antonio was now lying flat on the bed while the woman was bouncing violently up and down on top of him, as they continued to have anal sex. The woman wore a look of unbridled ecstasy on her face.
“She really looks like she’s, uh, enjoying that.” Without thinking, Jillian moved her hand to Brian’s bulge.
“You guys should steer clear of that position until you get some practice under your belts.”
Jillian leaned toward Brian and kissed him softly as she continued rubbing his groin. Breathing heavily, he slipped his hand over her rear end.
“You are so sexy.” Jillian gazed into his eyes.
The horny couple was both lost in the moment and still high, while they continued making out and groping each other on the sofa next to Victoria. Watching them with a sexy smile, she found the real-life action a little more interesting than the actors on the screen. Jillian grabbed Brian’s zipper and began to pull. He put his head back and closed his eyes. She got it halfway down before stopping to look at Victoria. “Oh, sorry, I… uh…”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“I think we’re going to go.” Jillian sat up straight and put her hands on her thighs.
“You could stay, and I’ll walk you through the whole process,” Victoria said. “I’ve got this special lube that is perfect for backdoor.”
After their eyes met, Jillian and Brian gave her skeptical looks.
“You could be my case study. You’d really be helping me out.”
After shrugging, the randy couple shared a look that said that this might somehow be a good idea. The pot was definitely kicking in. Widening their eyes, they shared a smiling nod.
3
In her bedroom, Victoria sat fully dressed in a chair near the bed. Holding a legal pad and pen, she watched with an almost clinical look on her face as Brian and Jillian stood before her, making out in only their underwear, near the foot of the bed. Jillian rubbed his penis through his boxer briefs and moved to her knees. Glancing up at his face, she pulled his underwear slowly down, releasing his manhood. She looked down at it and gasped. Placing one hand on the back of his thigh, she took hold of him with the other and swallowed him whole. Staring down, mesmerized, he gasped. Victoria looked on, torn between being completely turned on and trying to remain an impartial observer.
Jillian pulled her mouth off him. “I do love your penis. It’s not cute. It’s huge.”
Victoria scoffed, and he glared at her.
“Sorry.” Victoria looked away guiltily.
After that minor hiccup, the session grew a bit more comfortable as Victoria guided the inexperienced couple through the preparations necessary for the backdoor experience. The preliminaries went well, except for the minor incident where Victoria called Brian over and applied the lube to his manhood. Jillian didn’t appreciate that, feeling that he could have easily handled that part all on his own. Victoria claimed she was simply trying to help.
A few minutes later, with the act successfully underway, Victoria began to lose herself in the voyeuristic experience. While pretending to make notes for her supposed class assignment, she overzealously blurted out several rudely explicit play-by-play comments, which frayed the nerves of her students.
With their collective highs wearing off just enough, the couple had second thoughts about why they had actually agreed to this and whether or not to continue. Ignoring their instincts, they decided to press ahead without clearing the room of unnecessary participants. Things continued as before with their experienced teacher unable to hold
her tongue.
After ignoring several warnings to pipe down, Victoria let loose a patently offensive remark detailing exactly what she wanted to happen next, specifically what Brian should fill Jillian with and where exactly in her it should fill. Said perhaps with other words, it might have gone unnoticed, but at this point, the horny couple had more than enough of their tutor’s help.
Brian and Jillian both stopped and slowly turned to glare at her. Victoria pretended to make a note in her pad.
Tearing her eyes from the pad to Victoria’s face, Jillian wrinkled her brow. “You’re not doing this for a class, are you?”
“I most certainly am.”
“Let me see your notes.”
Victoria held the pad closely to her chest. “You won’t be able to read my writing.”
“Turn it this way now, or we’re leaving.” Jillian stared at her fiercely.
Sighing, Victoria turned the blank pad to them. Both their faces dropped.
Jillian sneered. “You liar. You tricked us into getting high so we would put on this live sex show for you.”
Victoria shrugged and looked away, busted.
Jillian demanded, “Get out.”
“This is my house. I’m not leaving.”
Brian glanced down at his groin with concern. “I feel like I’m starting to lose my, uh…”
“GET OUT!” Jillian yelled, startling both Brian and Victoria. “If you ruin this orgasm for me, Victoria, I’ll never speak to you again.”
Insulted, Victoria stood and headed out of the room. At the door, she turned back. “You two never would have pulled this off without me. You should be thanking me, not…” Her words trailed off as she eyed the faces of the currently joined couple simply staring at her in disbelief. Crinkling her face at them, she growled something incoherent before rushing out and slamming the door.
“Are you good? Are you still…?” Jillian asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
They got back to it, and it was freaking mind-blowing.
Twenty minutes later, Brian and Jillian walked out to find Victoria eating a huge piece of cake at the kitchen table as another joint burned in the ashtray next to her. About a quarter of the chocolate masterpiece was gone, and it looked like it had been cut with a chainsaw.
“What?” Lifting her head up from the plate, Victoria discovered them giving her an odd look. “I was hungry.” She slumped back in her chair, depressed.
Jillian said with mock anger, “Just so you know, I’m putting this whole thing in my new novel, and I’m using your real name.”
Picking up the joint, Victoria took a hit before shooting Jillian a tired expression. “Go ahead. Maybe the attention will get me a date.”
“I’m kidding. I won’t use your name, but can I use this?”
Victoria waved her off as if she didn’t care. She motioned to them with the joint, and they both returned faces that screamed, “Absolutely not!”
Glancing back at the cake, Brian licked his lips. “I’m starving. You want a piece?”
“A big one.”
He cut them healthy slices. They sat down with Victoria and both began devouring the cake.
Brian and Jillian shared a satisfied look, and he asked, “Am I crazy, or is the best freaking one we’ve ever made?”
“It could be the pot,” Jillian replied.
He shrugged. After taking another bite, they closed their eyes, savoring it. Victoria motioned with her head toward the bedroom. “You two are very good at that. If you had one of those voyeur Web sites, I would definitely sign up.”
Jillian pleaded, “Can we never mention this again?”
“Yeah, let’s pretend it never happened.” He muttered before shoving a huge chunk of cake between his lips.
“Then what should I do with the video tape?” Victoria said completely straight-faced. When they returned horrified looks, she broke into a smile. “I’m only kidding.”
After putting a huge bite of cake in her mouth, Victoria struggled to say, “I really need to get laid.”
“I’m sure John will be better next time. Maybe he was just nervous, or maybe you were just too much for him,” Jillian said.
“I was wearing this spectacular bra. It’s lace, and my nipples show right through it.” Victoria gave them an optimistic expression.
Returning a sympathetic nod, Jillian slipped another tiny forkful into her mouth. Victoria’s slightly hopeful smile turned to a frown. “What am I saying? All my young boyfriends have either moved away, gotten married, or don’t want to see me anymore. My only shot at getting laid is a middle-aged coach with a softy.”
Brian and Jillian shared a sorrowful look, unsure what to say.
“I’m just going to eat this whole cake and get fat. That way I won’t have to worry about dating.”
Leaning in to her, Jillian placed a hand over one of Victoria’s and squeezed it. “I’d lend you my guy over here, but I just can’t share him.”
“No thanks.”
Brian flashed his eyes her way, insulted. Grinning, Victoria looked at him. His expression softened. Victoria sat back in her chair, suddenly on the verge of tears. “You two are my best friends ever. I love you both.”
“Oh, we love you, too,” Jillian replied, equally touched.
“Next time you’re over here having sex, can we have a threesome?”
Jillian paused a moment, thinking. “Yes. I promise, the next time we are in your house having sex, you can join in.”
After smiling for a moment, Victoria paused as her somewhat impaired brain processed the statement. When she finally got it, she frowned. “So, you’re saying there won’t be a next time?”
Returning an apologetic nod, Jillian savored her last bite of cake.
4
The next day, the big match was finally being played at Jillian’s. Brian had won the first set six-four and was serving for the match at five-three in the second set. As they stood near the net, taking a drink break, she smiled at him. “You’re playing well.”
“I’m in a zone. Not even a flash of your gorgeous lady parts could stop me now.”
“Okay.” She took hold of the bottom of her skirt with a grin.
He turned away quickly. “Stop it.”
“I thought—”
“Just keep your clothes on, okay? I don’t want anything to mess this up.”
“Okay. Just having a little fun.”
Turning back to her, he suddenly looked worried. “You don’t want me to win.”
She paused a moment, staring at him. “Does it really matter? Either way, we’re together.”
He looked at her, trying to process that. Reaching out to him, she took hold of his sweaty shirt. “Do you really need a ring?”
He looked away for a moment, thinking, and then back to her. Breaking into a grin, he shook his head. “I’m acting like a chick. What the hell is wrong with me?”
He leaned in closer to her. “Look, this tennis bet is stupid. I love you more than I ever imagined I could love someone. When I see you, my heart beats like I’m running a damn marathon. This condition may kill me at a very young age. I just want to know that you’re mine. I want us to say it out loud in front of the people we care about. So whether I beat you or not, I want you to give me an answer today. And that answer should not be based on the results of this match. Only say yes if you want to say yes. Okay?”
Smiling sweetly, she gave him a nod. “Okay.”
He said, “Now, get your sweet little ass back there, because I’m going to finish this off right now.”
She held back a laugh. “We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we will.”
They moved into position, and Brian prepared to serve. He yelled to her, “You might want to back up.”
Grinning, she boldly moved closer, standing just inside the baseline. “Just serve.”
He glared at her, determined, then blasted a perfect serve that was harder than any she had ever seen him hit. She had no chance and s
imply stared at it as it flew by and smashed into the fence behind her.
For the next serve, she backed up. Smiling confidently, he blasted another ace to go up thirty-love, and then he nailed another powerful serve that she hit into the net. At match point, she returned his serve, as he rushed to the net. He volleyed the ball back, and she blasted a passing shot to his forehand. He reached for it and hit a brilliant touch drop volley that she had no chance to return, and it was over. Smiling, he waited for her at the net. Approaching him, she lifted up her skirt in the front; again, she wore no underwear. His chin dropped.
“Seriously?”
“I kind of like playing commando.” She smiled. “No more soaking wet underwear.”
“Thanks for not showing me until now because that might have changed the result.”
She dropped her skirt back down. “Good match. You played some incredible tennis.”
“I was inspired.”
“Since the outcome now has no bearing on my decision, would you mind if I waited until later to give you my answer?”
“Why—what are you doing now?”
“I’m a little…” Jillian grinned at him. “…inspired right now myself.”
“To do what?”
“To get you off at least three times. Isn’t two your record?”
He gave her a quick nod. “Take all the time you need.”
5
At just about ten that night, Jillian and Brian were naked in the pool once again. He looked at her seriously. “Before we get out, you’ve got to give me an answer. Will you marry me? You’ve been avoiding the question. I did beat you and everything…” He batted his eyes suggestively.
She giggled. “Um, I, uh…”
“Come on, you’ve had more than enough time.” He sighed. “Remember, we relaxed in bed after I let you give me those two and a half orgasms. You should have—”
“What the hell is half an orgasm?” she interrupted.
“Don’t change the subject.” After grinning, he put on a straight face. “Seriously.”
“I’ve been giving this a lot of thought.”
He looked at her with a hopeful expression.
