‘J?’, a voice coming from my side jolted me from my phone, looking in the direction of a cutesy, sharp-chinned face. ‘Ta..ra?’, I murmured. She gave an awkward nod with a slight smile, then looking back at another girl, whose t-shirt-jeans outfit contrasted with Tara’s oversized shirt. ‘Her name is Faith. I asked her along because.. we’re meeting for the first time and I am.. shy?’, I made sure to give Tara a smile of confidence, as I was sure nothing else was going to happen, unlike the nature of our texts which had progressed from platonic to sexual.
‘So’, I heaved, ‘still want to come to my place for a drink? Or shall we.. ‘, before I could finish my sentence, she nodded eagerly and reached into her sling bag, holding the mouth wide enough to flash a 6-pack carton of Carlsberg. I gave her another smile and shook my head, partly in disbelief, and partly in relief, of her excitement with that bag of beer.
After a short walk to my place, I opened the door to an air-conditioned, dimly-lit, studio-like apartment. The two of them just stood at the door until I ushered them in, to the couch against the living room wall. Faith wasted no time in falling into the couch, and tugged repeatedly on the collar of her shirt to direct some airflow into her shirt, while Tara followed me into the kitchen with her beer. After tucking the beer into the fridge, she wasted not a second to tip-toe in front of me, both hands yanking on my shirt to plant her lips on mine. Tongues began intertwining in a flash, and her hands were already reaching under my shirt.
From where we were making out, I could see Faith’s head reaching over the armrest of the sofa, taking a peek at us before disappearing. Tara couldn’t have cared less if her friend was there, her hands had already returned under her shirt to extract her bra. Once it fell to the ground, my hands were guided over her chest, onto her firm, perky mounds I deduced were about 34A. While I massaged them to her gasps and sighs, her fingers were fidgeting at my belt, then zipper, until one hand was coming out from under my boxers, and her other entered from the waistband.
Sanity was immediately flushed out of my head the moment she started the handjob, and my hands were also descending upon her groin, which startled me briefly to find no panties in the lounge shorts of hers.
‘EHEM!’, a loud cough from the living room brought us to our senses, shocking us to the point where none of us wanted to acknowledge her.. cough.
‘Not that I mind but wouldn’t the bed be more.. comfortable?’, Faith calmly suggested.
Still a little dumbfounded, I began moving off first, holding one of Tara’s hand as I led her to my super-single bed, passing by the watchful eyes of Faith, then zipping past the TV separating the living room from the ‘bed’. Normally, a huge sliding door would divide the bedroom from the living room, but I had the genius idea to tear it down, and use a large, flatscreen TV instead, to break ‘view’ from the couch which was pointed at the bed.
Once in our little ‘space’, I took up the more.. shameful angle of ‘facing’ Faith, though the TV was in our way. Tara, in an increasingly-reassured manner, began loosening my shorts, until they clanged on the floor. She then dropped her knees onto my shorts and began stroking me at dick-level, occasionally glancing up at me to see me alternating my gaze between her, and Faith.
Since my waist was still a little high for her, I gradually let my hips down onto the bed, where a more-comfortable height let Tara worked her lips better. In and out, my dick appeared and disappeared into her hungry mouth, a little too eager to show me how good she can be. And between the wheeled TV stand, Faith’s eyes could be seen peeking at us.
In no time, my head was tilting back in ecstasy, fully immersed in the full-length blowjob I was treated too. Soon, my dick got too hard for comfort, and it was my turn to ‘perform’. I swapped places with Tara, and placed her right at the edge of the bed. ‘You’re not allowed to lie down’, I gave her a stern command and she perched her upper body on her elbows, still wondering how good I could be when a loud ‘fuuu.. ckkk’ escaped her mouth.
I began by making long, slow laps along her slit, upwards from the bottom to her clit. After that, I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit, vibrating as fast as I could while she tried to suppress her moans with one hand – to no avail. Seeing how I was succeeding, I planted a kiss on her clit, before sucking that pearly-pink onto my mouth, and then flicking it with my tongue. That suction, already making her extra sensitive, pushed her further down the rabbit hole with the clit-attack. It didn’t take her long, to collapse on the bed in sheer tiredness.
Despite her wariness, she managed to grab hold of my shirt, pulled me up to her face, and wrapped her legs around my back.
‘I want you inside me.. please.. now.. ‘, she sighed so sexily that no man, not even me, should resist.
‘How old are you again?’, I reminded her.
‘Eighteen? But you already knew that right?’, she answered worried.
‘I do. So you want to be stretched apart by someone twice your age, with a dick that’s almost twice as thick?’, I asked shamelessly, not to get an ego boost, but to make her anticipate what might possibly be coming.
‘Uh huh’
Without saying another word, I grabbed one of her hand, tucked it between our bodies, straight onto my dick. I then let go and left the rest to her, slowly guiding my dick to her opening, feeling her use my dickhead to rub on her clit a few times, then pushing it lower at her pussy.
‘Faith? Faith?’, I called out.
‘YES?’, she replied as she strutted over, following my hand signal to sit at Tara’s side. I then took one of Tara’s hands and placed it on one of Faith’s, visibly watching their hands clench tighter as I slid my dick into Tara. Before us, we watched closely as Tara’s eyes rolled back, and almost staying in that state as I arched my hips back and forth, dipping deep into her vagina. By then, I had already known that she wasn’t a virgin, but her previous experiences were with just one guy, one year older than her, who broke up right after he had taken her virginity.
I kept up with a steady pace as her legs began flailing in the air, until Faith caught hold of one and I got another. My gaze were mostly on Faith then, looking at her looking at our genitals, tucking and stretching to my invading member.
‘Are you ok Tara? Is it comfortable? Or painful?’, Faith asked caringly as Tara replied, in weak but satisfied smiles. I just kept going at the same pace as her tightness poised no danger, until I blurted out a more daring act.
During a pause, I asked Faith, ‘do you want to rub her clit while I keep going?’ ‘Her.. clit?’, her eyes widened. ‘Yeah. Do you know where.. ‘ ‘Of course I do, but.. ‘
I grabbed her wrist and brought it to Tara’s bare belly, before angling my hips lower to reveal the tip of Tara’s pink slit. Faith carefully reached for her clit and began to rub on it, to which Tara gave off a comforting sigh of relief.
Instantly, I could feel her tightened, straight to the point where it required substantial more force to drive it into her. If I am honest, I only managed 5, or 6 thrusts before I had to stop. Despite that, the milking motion of her vagina kept going. Squeezing, throbbing, expelling, it took her a mere minute, to shove Faith’s hand away and held onto it tightly, before slamming her thighs shut and convulsing.
Yes, she came. Yes, I froze. Her orgasm sent her hips thrashing, throwing me out of her. Even scaring Faith away a few inches. The next few minutes were tense, as my mind synced with Faith’s to wonder if we have to call emergency services. But until we saw a smile broke across Tara’s face, did we managed to relax.
Once everything settled, we pushed Tara into position to take a nap. I remained by her side to make sure she was breathing, and Faith, at her feet.
‘So.. what are you going to do about that? Don’t you guys need to shoot after it gets hard?’, she wondered as she pointed to my dick. ‘Well.. he did his job. So I guess another time?’
‘Another time? You can do that?’, the frown on her face showed her disbelief. ‘Heyyy..’ , a weak call from Tara distracted us, but it was for the better. ‘Sorry I came so hard.. before you shoot. It never happened before’, Tara continued.
‘It’s alright. You just rest’, I gave her head a little pat before she rolled sideways, reached over to my groin, cupping the shrivelled nub in her palm to give it a squeeze. As she continued her massage, Faith’s eyes widened as my dick got harder, finally poking out into the air through Tara’s finger. Silently, she climbed off the bed and came to my side, peering at her friend’s shifting hand.
‘Just like that?’, she probed. ‘I guess?’, I answered. Faith then got off the bed again and sat on the rug in front of me, eyes fixated on its sheer size. By then, Tara’s hand had stopped moving, and a soft snore came about.
I peeled her fingers off and widened my legs, allowing Faith to soak in the full glory of my member, twitching as it softened to inactivity. Out of nowhere, Faith suddenly reached for it and held it up, observing the underside, then its tip, then its top. It was at this instant I got hard again, to its former length when Tara and I first began.
‘How do I do it? Just move up and down?’, she asked, and I nodded. As depicted, she stroked me a few times till our skin was dry-sticking, and the quick-witted girl knew it wasn’t ‘normal’ too. Without giving her any instructions, she let a glob of saliva fell into her palm and continued jerking me of.
As minutes passed, I grew thicker and harder, most of it due to her adorably inconsistent strides, and her curious expressions. Soon enough, I was reaching my limit and I had to call out.
‘I’m cumming.. now.. NOW!’
In her frantic, she tightened her grip and looked up at me, before shifting her eyes down on my swollen shaft. Then bringing her mouth right over the tip, akin to giving a kiss. Right at that moment, my pipe burst and waves after waves of cum puffed her cheeks up.
Out of instinct, she kept an open palm under her chin, as she began swallowing my load that felt like it would go on forever. But little did she know, I had already began firing blanks towards the end.
‘Shit! I’m so sorry!’, I jumped out of bed and brought her a towel, holding it open for any cum she was about to spit out. Except, that there was none left in her mouth, and she unsuspectingly used it to wipe her lips.
‘I am so sorry’, I blurted in the face of an semi-pouting girl, who didn’t seem too affected by the CIM. ‘For what?’, she wondered. I couldn’t help but put a hand on her cheeks as I smiled at her silly, fully aware of my ungentlemanly behaviour.
I placed the used towel over my groin and gave it a good wipe down, before disappearing into my kitchen for the washing machine. When I returned to the bed, she had laid down next to Tara, who was sound asleep.
Now satiated and a little exhausted, I turned down the lights and tucked them both in. On the couch, I too let my eyelids fall as they should, and went for a deep, long sleep.
After God knows how long, I was awakened, by the loud ruffling of bedsheets, along with some smooching noises.
Now, would I be forgiven if I had not joined them under the blankets?