by Tatjana Blue
“Mmmm,” I said and knelt down. “not yet. Not just quite yet.” I dropped my head down closer to her bush and started to push her legs apart. I could see the little bit of pubic hair around her labia was dark with wetness.
“Oh god no!” she said and started pushing them closed again, “You can't go down on me. I'm seriously full of his cum still!”
I caressed the skin of her thighs – smooth, but definitely with a few sticky patches of sweat or something else here and there. The smell of sex was much, much stronger now. “I'm not going to lick your pussy Celine, but I need to see it, and touch it, and smell it when you're all freshly fucked like this. I need to see how squishy you are, and I want to smell the fucking before I slide it into you.”
She was obviously self-conscious, but I could also tell that she really wanted me down there as well, because she wasn't trying very hard to make me stop. Her hand was just resting on my head, and the other was beside her pubic mound.
I slid my hands between her knees and firmly pushed them apart.
Her legs spread open, and I watched her wet little pussy spread itself just a few inches in front of me. The smell of sex wafted out now, strong and concentrated. This was a recently fucked vagina, it said, and though she had cleaned herself up a bit, her labia minora were still swollen and pink, and glistened with moisture. Her vulva was pink too, and some of the fine little pubic hairs were still matted together what had to be Sean's semen. I could smell jizz as clear as day – as well as the distinctive scent of vagina. I moved my nose in to probably just an inch away from her clitoris and breathed in deeply, and at the same time stuck two of my fingers directly but gently into her. The smell was almost overpowering, but it turned my cock diamond-hard.
She gasped as my fingers went in, and I said, “Your pussy is the prettiest shade of pink, and it's all wet too.” I knew what I was getting on my fingers, but just at that moment it didn't really matter as much. I slid my fingers back and forth into her, and watched them getting slick and shiny. It wasn't all jizz though, because she was clearly getting even wetter while I did this. My thumb was gently sliding back and forth over the little bump of her clitoris. I was enjoying the show enough that I could have kept going like this for a while, but my dick was demanding that it be buried in something warm and moist. She was moving her hips back and forth in time with my fingers, and making soft little high-pitched noises.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked, even though the answer was pretty damned obvious.
“Do it,” she said, “hurry and fuck me right now. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.”
I stood up and pushed her further on to the bed so that I would have room to lie down as well. She slid over cooperatively and spread her legs wide open, staring at me with big round eyes, and holding on to her knees with her hands. Her pink slit was waiting as I lowered myself down to her. I didn't really want to stop watching it, but as the head of my cock slid between her labia for the first time I stopped and looked her in the eye too.
“Say please,” I said, “say please fuck me.”
“Please fuck me,” she said at once, cooperatively, “I want your cock in me now, please hurry and fuck me. I want your cum in me too.” She was too hot now to even smirk when she said it, and I held back for just a couple of moments, sliding the glans lightly in and out between her labia, barely entering her at all. The tip of my cock was slippery and smooth and slid easily after just the first little thrust.
“Oh god, don't tease me!” she complained, “I need it all the way in. Fill me up. Fuck my cunt right now.”
With that I gave a strong, relentless push and slid the entire length of my shaft into her in one motion. She squeaked as I did it, and buried her face in my chest, gripping my shoulders hard with her fists. She was really wet with pussy juice and with Sean's spunk, but really tight as well. Her hips thrust hard back against mine and there was so much moisture that I could already feel it on the base of my shaft.
Her pussy was so warm inside, and I thought about someone else thrusting and grunting into her not long ago at all. With that thought I started fucking her even harder. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me with them in time to my thrusts.
“You're so wet and squishy,” I said as I rammed it into her, “you feel incredible.”
“Uh.” was all she managed in return and I opened my eyes about an inch from hers – her face was scrunched up and getting redder as she pushed back onto my dick. I lowered my forehead against hers, ignoring the tickling of her curly blond hair, and positioned myself for long, slow, hard thrusts into her. Her pussy was making nice little squelching sounds as I hammered in and out of it.
She made a little squeaking noise in the back of her throat as I rammed her like a piston. Her little mouth looked so warm and soft that I couldn't hold myself back and I started kissing her deeply. She didn't even hesitate when I did it, and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth, hot and smooth. We kissed while we fucked, and I gently bit her bottom lip and pulled on it lightly until she pulled my head back down against hers and said, “Fuck me from behind. I'm so close, oh my god I need you to ram me from behind.”
I pulled my cock out of her without a second's hesitation and she moved to turn over, but I grabbed her shoulders first and sat up on my knees, with my slippery red member right in her face. “Give me head right now. Right now when I'm slick with your pussy and with his cum and it's hot from fucking you,” I said.
She grabbed the base of my shaft and I watched while she slid it between her lips. Her head bobbed back and forth, frantically fast, then she took it back out and ran her tongue up and down the shaft while she stared right at me.
“Hurry and fuck me again,” she said and flipped over, “I'm so close and I need to come with you in me.”
She raised her round little ass in the air and I spread her cheeks. The little pucker of her asshole stared back at me, slick from our fucking as well. All the same I jammed my thumb between her swollen pink labia, pulled it open to one side and slid my rod deep back into her pussy.
“Uh. Right there. Do it hard!” she said.
I obediently grabbed her hips and started pounding her little pussy just as hard as I could. I was almost worried about hurting her – I was slamming it into her with loud slap slap slap that could probably be heard out in the hallway. Her fists were balled up and I could see that her face was getting redder and redder while I did it.
Suddenly I felt a shift inside her as her vagina seemed to stretch out in front of my dick, and her hips stopped moving and started shuddering while I kept fucking her forcefully.
“Ah, ah,” she said in a tiny voice, “come, come, ahh.”
My own orgasm took me by surprise – it cascaded up to full release in just seconds, and I felt myself pulsing thick strands of jizz into her little twat. Quickly my shaft became even slicker with it, and I had to slow down the rate and depth of my thrusting. I kept pushing gently while my ejaculation twitches went on and on, and I felt my cum dripping back down onto my scrotum.
Then the two of us just stayed motionless like that for a while. I could feel her pussy giving my cock little squeezes once in a while.
“Jesus,” she said finally, “you were full of it! I'm leaking all over.”
She pulled herself away from my dick and twirled over beneath me, spreading her legs so that I could see just how much cum was already smeared around her labia and slowly trickling out of her. While I hadn't had a chance to masturbate in a couple of days, I was still surprised at how much there was. She grinned up at me and twirled her fingers around in it, obviously playing with herself just a bit in the comedown.
“That was perfect Mike,” she said. “I had that building up inside me and I think you got it out.”
I was still on my knees in front of her, with my cock at half-mast, and slowly sinking. I could see that I was still shiny with her pussy, and with my own semen, and probably with Sean's as well. We both stared at it for a few seconds, th
en she leaned forward and took my shaft in her mouth again.
“Mmmm,” she purred and then popped it back out again, licking her lips. “I'm sure I can taste both of you on there.” The she looked around the room. “I need a towel dear.”
I bent over the edge of the bed, taking the opportunity to stretch my legs out more comfortably, and grabbed the towel from the floor. “Here you go,” I said, handing her the bulk of it while I kept one corner for myself to do a little cleanup on my shaft.
She plopped backwards and spread her legs wide open, not looking even a tiny bit self-conscious as she mopped up around her labia and down into her butt crack. I watched openly while she did it, and when she plopped the towel back down I lowered myself between her legs again and sniffed her gently.
“Still smells like fucking,” I said, “I love that smell.”
She smirked down at me. “You're kind of a pervy thing. That's good.”
With that she whipped her leg up over and around my head, and stood up. She went over to her clothes on the floor and began pulling her jeans on again.
“I have a clean towel here if you want to jump in the shower,” I offered.
“No thanks, I'm good for the moment.” Then she thought for a moment. “Actually if I can borrow your towel for just a second I'll wash up and brush my hair a bit!”
With that she disappeared down the hall into the washroom. If she was worried about anyone seeing her come out of my room she didn't show it – she even left the door open a bit.
When she came back she tossed the towel at me and simply said, “See you later Mike.”
“What are you going to do now?” I asked.
“Now?” she asked, wide-eyed. “I'm going to go down to the pub and wait for Sean to show up. I'm sure he'll be along once the car thing is sorted out.”
“Um,” I said “okay. So I guess I'll see you later?”
She smiled tolerantly at me. “It's certainly possible. Do join us if you feel like it!” With that she turned, gave a little flip of her hair, and sauntered down the hall to the stairs.
I was feeling pretty satisfied overall though, if a little unsettled by her casual attitude about the two of us fucking behind his back, so I decided to give the pub a miss that night. I did feel the need to go and Listerine my mouth out a couple of times though, remembering that kiss.
I didn't see her or Sean the next day at all – his door was closed when I left for class in the morning, and it was the same way when I walked past it at dinnertime, and also when I came in from the pub. No sign of him, and no sign of Celine at all. I couldn't help being a bit worried, even though there was no way he could have know about it unless she told him. Unless, of course, someone heard us and put two and two together. That was a concern.
On the other hand it wouldn't be like him to put too much worry into one girl, though he might decide to deck me first on general principles, so I was as much watching out for sudden fists as anything else.
Another day passed, and I decided to ask around once I got back from class. As I walked out of the stairway onto my floor, I spotted Jeff Byer, who was in my English class, way down at the end of the hall. “Byer!” I bellowed. “Have you seen Boliff?”
Byer started to answer me, but I lost track of what he was saying because of the sudden thumping that had erupted from behind Boliff's closed door. It was pretty obvious that he was in there and had heard me, and for better or worse was on his way out.
His door swung open and a half-naked Sean Boliff pounded out into the hallway. He had only his jeans on, and I could see from the sizable bulge in the front that he was erect, too. His hair was messed up, and he had a crazy look in his eyes as he bounded in my direction. I dropped into something like a fighting stance, just so that he wouldn't be able to knock me to the ground too easily.
Instead he grabbed my arm and said “Mike, dude! We need you in here right now!”
He pulled me in the direction of his door, but I stuck my feet in place, mainly out of confusion. “What?” I said “What is it? What do you want?”
Irritation flashed across his face but he said, “No, it's cool man, seriously. Celine and I need to talk to you though. Come in, man, come in!”
I let him drag me into his room, which was dim and funky-smelling. The curtains were drawn, and the only light came from a lava lamp sitting in the corner. Once he shut the door, the light from the hallway went out and the pinkish lava lamp glow bathed everything in a twilight gloom. Celine was in bed, with the covers held up to her eyes, her little pink fists balled up on either side of her head as she stared at me. I wasn't at all sure if she was happy to see me – at first I thought she looked almost trapped.
She quickly dispelled that notion though by pushing the sheets back down to her waist as soon as the door was locked. “Hey Mikey!” she purred.
I did my best to sound cool when I said “Hey Celine” back at her. I didn't really nail it though, because Boliff was smirking at me.
“It's okay Mike, seriously.” He was leaning against his desk, naked except for his jeans, and with a prominent bulge that he obviously wasn't trying to hide. There was no denying that he was in great shape – I'd be in trouble if he had decided to attack me. Instead he seemed to be evaluating my reactions, as usual. “Celine made me take her back to the room again pretty soon after we got to the pub, and she told me all about it right then and there.”
“You're not mad?” I asked.
“At first I was, yeah,” he said, “I was ready to knock down your door and lay into you. Seriously. But then Celine started, I don't know, talking about it more instead. About you fucking her.”
Celine crossed her arms behind her head, laying out on his bed. “I do kind of have a thing for talking about it.“ Her little breasts were spread out on her chest, making her look a bit flat, but her nipples were standing erect at attention. She was clearly enjoying the two of us watching her.
Sean nodded. “I actually thought it was a little gross at first, but she's pretty convincing. After she had been talking about if for a while I started getting horny.”
She smiled. “He really did. He pushed me down over the bed and he pulled my pants down, and fucked me from behind right then and there. I didn't feel like I had any control over it at all, but I wasn't going to complain since it was pretty much what I was looking for.”
“Not like you needed any convincing,“ he said, “or even any foreplay since you were already so full of spunk from the two of us.”
“Okay,“ I said, “seriously I'm glad there's no hard feelings. I wasn't trying to do anything to you personally, man.”
He gave me a level, calculating look for a second and said, “Sure thing, no worries.”
Somehow this didn't quite feel like the end though. Celine was staring at me from the bed, tracking little circles around her nipples with her fingertips, and Boliff just kept eyeing me. I wasn't sure what to do, until it dawned on me. I'm not always quickest on the uptake.
“Are you looking for me to um, join in?” I asked. I wasn't quite sure who to look at.
“Bingo Mikey,” she said, “if you're okay with it. We're just giving you the chance to decide. No pressure.”
At that, Boliff suddenly unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, and walked over to the bed with his sizable dong swaying back and forth. He was probably a good inch longer than me, and thick, too. The confident way he walked with it made it clear that he knew he looked pretty good. Like the hair on his head, his bush was trimmed down to a controlled fuzz around the base of his shaft, and his balls were shaved as well. He sat down on the bed beside Celine, and she casually reached out and began stroking his cock while she stared right at me.
“The two of us have barely left the room since then,” she said, “except to duck out and grab a bite to eat. We've been hanging around and fucking all day long.”
“Yep,” he said, “and I'm pretty much ready to go again right now.”
“Which makes me, what, a
bit of variety? I'm not complaining mind you,” I said.
“Something like that,” she admitted and kissed him hard, making sure that I saw her tongue sliding into his mouth. She let him kiss her back, but her eye was locked with mine, and she slowly pumped her hand up and down his cock. Then she released her grip on him and patted the bed on the other side of her.
“Come and sit down Mike.”
I gave it about half a second's thought and then whipped off my shirt and dropped my pants. I was still too surprised to be anywhere near erect, so I walked over to the bed with a fully deflated penis. Sean stared frankly at it and at the rest of me, obviously evaluating everything like usual.
“Oh dear!” she said, “You're still all floppy! That won't do at all. Come over here.”
I stopped in front of her, and she gave Sean one last wet kiss, then grabbed my balls and took my dick in her mouth. I felt her tongue flicking it back and forth in her mouth, and it didn't take long at all to start to grow. Meanwhile Sean was watching the two of us with a weird expression. He didn't seem angry at least, so that was a relief. I did notice that his dick started to droop a little bit though.
So did Celine. “Oh no, not you too!” she laughed after my erect cock popped back out of her mouth. She jumped out of bed and sat down on the floor, leaning over Sean's lap and taking him directly into her mouth. While her head bobbed up and down in his lap, I sat down on the bed next to him. She reached out and grabbed my dick, giving it a few gentle tugs up and down.
Pretty soon she transferred back over to me, and wrapped her mouth around my shaft again. “Mmmm,” she purred, taking it back out and running her tongue up my shaft while staring at Sean. “What do you think? Can you handle him fucking me while you watch?” She bent over him again and kissed his cock, while I ran my hand down her back, between her ass cheeks, and over the mound of her pussy.