“What are you thinking about?” Erica asked.
Still staring at her fingers as they worked her pussy, I said, “I’m trying to decide what I want to do.”
She laughed. “I didn’t realize it was that tough of a decision.”
“Actually, it isn’t,” I said. And it wasn’t.
I sat up and turned around so I was facing Erica, then lifted her left leg up and slid my body underneath it so I was between her legs. Then I dropped to my stomach, leaving my face directly in front of her pussy, which was all wet and slippery from the work her fingers had been doing. I slid my hand under her legs and pushed her hips up a bit, lifting her pussy towards the ceiling, then took a deep breath and buried my face in her pussy.
“Oh my,” Erica said with a soft moan. “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”
Smiling, happy that I could surprise her, I started working her pussy with my tongue, licking it from the bottom up, moving slowly, deliberately, providing just enough pressure that the tip of my tongue was able to barely slip in between her pussy lips.
After treating her pussy gently for a little while, I started to gradually speed things up, moving more quickly against her and increasing the pressure, slipping more of my tongue into her pussy proper with every lick.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Erica said, her breath growing a little more ragged. “Lick that fucking pussy. Get that tongue in there.”
I did as I was told, sticking my tongue out as far as it would go, forcing it as far up inside her as I could, until I could barely breathe.
“There you go,” she said between panting breaths. “Just like that. That’s a good boy. Just like that.”
I started to pull back to get some fresh air into my lungs but Erica grabbed a handful of my hair and held me in place, smashed up against her flesh.
“No, no, no,” she said, looking down at me while she controlled my head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not yet, anyway.”
Relegated to my fate, I stopped trying to pull away and went back to work, working my tongue inside her pussy, exploring different places, wherever I could find space. There was enough air to get by, little pockets here and there, brief windows of opportunity that kept me going, even if my entire body was overwhelmed with Erica’s smell. It was in my eyes, my nose, my mouth, filling me up, drowning me. I felt like I was inside of her. Not that I had any complaints. It was wonderful. And from what I could tell, Erica felt the same way.
Glancing up the length of her body, I could see that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her face pointed up at the ceiling. Her hands were on her tits, her fingers rubbing and squeezing her nipples and her chest heaving. She was completely enthralled in the moment, enjoying herself as much as I’d ever seen her. And it was about to get even better for her.
I took a deep breath, then raised my head just a little bit, allowing me to more easily reach her clit with my tongue. Once I’d started working on that, I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to bang away, finger-fucking her while I licked her snatch.
“Holy fuck,” Erica said, bucking her hips against me. “Work that pussy. Work that fucking pussy with your fingers.”
I slid a third finger inside her, and shortly after that, a fourth, filling her pussy up completely and banging away while continuing to work her clit with my tongue.
“Don’t stop,” Erica said, her voice ragged. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
She didn’t have to worry; I had absolutely no intention of stopping. I was having way too much fun.
I continued licking and banging her pussy while she bucked harder and harder against me, her cries of joy growing louder with every passing second. I could feel her body quivering, could sense how close she was to cumming. So I gathered up the last of my reserves and pressed forward, both literally and figuratively, giving her everything I had, ramping up the intensity as far as I could take it.
It wasn’t long before Erica went hurtling over the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, sounding as though she could barely even breathe, let along talk. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum all over you!”
Her body tensed up, her hand gripping my hair once again, tighter this time, her legs wrapped around my neck, squeezing me tight, her eyes wide open and looking straight down at me at I worked her pussy with every last ounce of energy I had.
After holding tight for a full five seconds, Erica allowed herself a release, her entire body shaking and quivering like an earthquake as the orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave.
Once it had passed, I climbed to my knees, still sitting between her open legs, my still-hard cock lying atop her pussy, touching the bottom of her stomach.
“I’m not going to lie,” Erica said. “That was pretty fucking solid. You’ve gotten a lot better at that since the last time.”
“I had a great teacher,” I said, flashing her a grin. “Plus I’ve gotten a lot of practice lately.”
“It sure seems like you have,” Erica said. “If I’m not careful I’m going to lose you to one of these college girls you keep talking about. Especially if you do to one of them what you just did to me.”
“Never,” I said. “None of them are anywhere near your level.”
“Aren’t you sweet,” Erica said.
“It’s true,” I replied.
“I know,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean it’s any less sweet to hear you say it.” She looked down at my still-raging boner and raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Was it that hard the entire time you were eating me out?”
I nodded.
“Holy crap,” Erica said. “Does that mean you’re ready to go again?”
“It sure looks like it,” I said, looking down.
“What about that?” she asked. “Does that happen all the time?”
“Nope,” I said. “Never before.”
“Do you think it’ll last?”
I shrugged. “I don’t see why not. If it hasn’t gone down yet I think it’s here to stay.”
“What do you say we give it a shot, see what happens?”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
Erica giggled like a schoolgirl and clapped her hands together, grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, and held them open, her wet, shaved pussy glistening in the light.
“How do you want me?” Erica asked, looking directly at me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Like this?” She flipped herself over and climbed onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, her insanely perfect ass staring me right in the face. Turning her head back to look over her shoulder at me, she said, “Or like this?”
“Do I have to choose only one?” I asked. My hand had gravitated to my cock of its own accord and I started playing with myself.
Erica laughed and shook her head. “Of course not,” she said. “You can do whatever you want to me. Just tell me how you want to start.”
“Well,” I said, stepping forward, “Since you’re on your hands and knees right now, why don’t you stay like that.”
“I’d love to,” Erica said.
I leaned forward and grabbed her around the hips and pulled her ass back towards me. Grabbing ahold of my cock, which was as hard as ever, I slapped it against her asscheek a couple of times, then slid it into her wet, waiting pussy.
“Holy fuck,” Erica groaned as I continued pressing my hips forward, giving her my entire cock. “That feels so fucking good.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, just as excited by her enjoyment as the physical sensation of my cock in her pussy.
I tried to take things a little bit at a time, moving my hips forward and back slowly and gently, but she was so wet and I was so wound up from staring down at her perfect ass while I fucked her from behind that I couldn’t help myself.
We’d been going at it for less than half a minute and I was already hammering my cock in and out of her pussy, my groin slamming up against her ass, making it shake and jiggle every time our bodi
es came together.
“Right there,” Erica said between deep breaths. “Right fucking there. Pound that pussy with your hard cock. Pound it like you mean it.”
So I did, pumping my hips faster and faster, driving my cock into her soaking wet pussy, her overflowing juices serving as jet fuel, allowing me to increase my speed to the point of almost losing control. I hammered away at her until it was no longer sustainable. I had moved so quickly for so long that I could barely even breath.
With this in mind, I started to slow things down but Erica was having none of it.
She turned her upper body to look at me and said, “Don’t even think about it,” she said, her voice demanding. “Don’t you dare slow down. Not yet. Not until I cum. Understand?”
I nodded my head and ramped things up again, pushing through the discomfort and short breath to give Erica exactly what she wanted.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said once I was back to the level of speed and aggression I’d been at earlier. “Just like that. Just like that!”
Her upper body facing forward once again, she rose up and grabbed ahold of the headboard, arching her spine and showing off her back muscles and razor-sharp shoulder blades, something that drove me absolutely crazy.
I could feel another orgasm coming on. It was right around the horizon but I was determined to hold off on it until Erica had a chance to cum again. Only then would I let mine into the picture. But since I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long, I needed to help Erica get there quicker. Luckily, I knew what to do.
Reaching out, I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and pulled her towards me as I pumped my hips forward, allowing to penetrate even more deeply with every thrust, something that I knew she got off on.
Erica responded by arching her back even further and throwing her head back, causing her hair to spill down her back. Knowing what she wanted, I released her shoulders and grabbed ahold of her hair with both hands and leaned my weight back, yanking back on her hair, using her body to keep my balanced, forcing her to tilt her chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure, all while continuing to hammer away at her pussy as aggressively as ever.
My plan had worked to perfection. Less than a minute of pounding away at Erica from behind while pulling her hair did the trick, and just in time. I didn’t have much more than a minute myself before I’d be cumming too.
“Holyfuckingshit!” Erica cried, saying it in one long word. “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, letting out a loud, guttural groan as her body shook and shimmied for a good ten seconds while I fucked her from behind, slamming away at her, bringing my own orgasm ever closer until I was there too.
Grunting and cursing under my breath, I felt a bolt of electricity through my system, and then my body was tingling all over as I shot my seed out of my cock and into Erica as I continued fucking her. It was a far smaller load than earlier but more intense, lasting just a few seconds before I fell still, my cock deep in her pussy, my weight pressing against her back as both of our chests heaved as our lungs fought over the same air.
Erica turned her head to the side and looked at me. She was smiling and her eyes were lit up with excitement.
“What’s gotten into you?” she said.
“Why?” I asked. “You didn’t like it?”
“Actually, I loved it,” she said. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so . . . confident. It’s like you’re almost a different person.”
“I’m the same person,” I said. “Just more comfortable in bed.”
“Because of all the girls you’ve thrust yourself upon, no doubt.”
“That’s part of it.”
“And the other part?”
“You,” I said. “It’s what you taught me a few months back that allowed me to blossom. Without your help I’d still be a meek little wallflower, too scared to take any chances for fear I’d get shot down.”
“And now?”
In a deadpan voice, I said: “I’m a sexual dynamo, able to get any woman into bed with a mere wink and a grin, and sure to leave them giddy and begging to see me again as soon as possible.”
Erica stared at me with a look of mock consternation. I kept a straight face for a few more seconds before cracking a smile and dropping my gaze.
Erica shook her head and laughed. I joined in.
“It’s good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor,” Erica said once out laughter had died down.
“Only assholes take themselves seriously,” I replied.
“Ain’t that the truth,” she said. She fell onto the bed, letting my cock slide out of her pussy. I continued to sit up, looking down at her.
“Are you ready to start drinking?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” Erica replied. “And let’s order some room service too. I’m fucking starved.”
#
We drank one bottle of wine with dinner and had just opened up the second bottle when the phone rang. I flashed a confused look over at Erica. She had a knowing smile on her face.
“Do you know who that is?” I asked.
“Fifty bucks says it’s Tiffany,” Erica said.
“The girl from the front desk?”
Erica nodded.
“Why would she be calling?” I said as the phone rang again.
“To see if she can join us, of course. Duh.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No way in hell,” I said.
“Just watch,” Erica said, picking up the phone. Into it, she said, “Hello.”
There was a brief pause as the person on the other side of the line spoke, then Erica said, “Yes. Of course. We think that would be wonderful.” There was another pause, then she added, “Okay. See you in a few.”
Erica hung up the phone and gave me a look of victory.
“Are you fucking serious?” I asked, incredulous. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Although I should have by now. When Erica was involved, anything was possible. Absolutely anything.
She raised her eyebrows and nodded. Her smile was threatening to split her face in half.
“So that was Tiffany?” I said, still in disbelief.
“That’s right,” Erica said. “She said she gets off in half an hour and was wondering if she could have a few drinks with us in the room.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” I said, laughing under my breath.
“I told you she recognized me.”
“That I believed,” I said. “But the other part, that she’d want to come up and hang out? No way in hell I thought that would actually happen.”
“Nope,” Erica said. “I could tell by the look in her eyes.”
“Un-fucking-believable.”
“You know what this means,” she said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I lost the bet.” I sounded annoyed but I was anything but. That was a bet I’d be glad to lose every single time.
#
Forty minutes later we were sitting next to each other on the couch, polishing off another bottle of wine, when there was a knock on the door. Heart pounding, I looked over at Erica. She smiled and patted me on the knee, then stood up and started for the door. I pounded the rest of my wine and sat back on the couch, trying to relax.
I watched anxiously as Erica opened the door, letting our new visitor in. Sure enough it was the girl who’d been at the front desk earlier.
She looked completely different; far, far hotter than she had last time we’d seen her. The seeds had been there, of course, but tamped down in her work uniform and conservative look. But now everything was different. And holy crap was she gorgeous.
Short black dress, high heels, her long blonde hair framing her slightly plump but incredibly cute face. Big, blue eyes highlighted with a thin line of black mascara, full lips, prominent cheekbones.
Her body was the polar opposite of Erica’s, although no less sexy. She was a good three inches shorter and a little more stout, built like a brick
shithouse, with pale skin and a plump but firm ass, strong, athletic legs, wide hips but a thin waist, and heavenly tits. Huge and round, they were practically spilling out of her dress.
“Scott, I’d like you to meet Tiffany,” Erica said after closing the door.
“Hey,” I said, giving her a little nod.
“What’s up?” Tiffany said, smiling. She seemed incredibly relaxed, as though this was nothing out of the ordinary for her. And maybe it wasn’t. How was I to know? It’s not like I knew anything about her at all, save for that she had recognized Erica and had no qualms with inviting herself up to hang out.
But I figured my lack of knowledge about Tiffany was a good thing; hopefully it would allow me to not get too weirded-out by the situation. I’d done a lot more stuff over the last few months than I ever had before, but being with two girls at the same time was something that had never come close to happening. Until now.
“Well, don’t just sit there and stare,” Erica said, smiling at my discomfort. “Get us a couple of drinks, would you?”
“Of course,” I said, climbing to my feet. We’d agreed beforehand that Erica would take charge of the evening, figuring that would make things go much more smoothly. I was more than content to take directions in the current company.
“What’s your fancy?” I asked as I made my way into the little kitchenette.
“Whatever you got,” Tiffany said.
“Beer? Wine? A shot of something a little stronger?” I asked.
“How about wine for now,” Erica said. “We’ll have another bottle or two and then see where we’re at.”
“Sounds good,” I said, ducking into the kitchen. I grabbed another wine glass and opened another bottle of red, then carried them both back out to the living room.
I started to say something but quickly realized I’d just be interrupting the two women. They’d already started in my absence. Which was perfectly fine by me.
“Okay then,” I said under my breath. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in the chair to watch the show.
Erica and Tiffany were sitting on the couch, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, their mouths locked together. They made out for a little while, their tongues flicking in and out of each other’s mouths, passionate moans coming from each of them.
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