Tara had changed clothes. She now wore lingerie—a pink babydoll number that had inspired many of my erections in the past.
My girlfriend asked, “Didn’t you say you want a drink?”
“Love it,” Claire said, accepting the glass that Tara offered, and she took a drink of the bubbly. “And that’s some sexy stuff you got on. Unfortunately, I didn’t pack any lingerie.”
I took the glass of champagne that Tara handed me and said, “Guess you’ll have to go naked then.”
“Twist my arm.”
“Let’s get this dress off you,” Tara said.
She reached behind Claire and moved aside the long auburn hair to find the zipper handle at the top of Claire’s dress. Once the zipper had been pulled down, Claire took another drink of champagne, then gave the glass back to Tara. Claire pulled the front of her deep purple dress forward, loosening it, and pulled it off.
My, my, my.
That lovely body again. It caught my breath—as it had done back in the orgy. This was a sleek, fine body. Creamy skin peppered with freckles. Its smoothness begged to be caressed. Her bra was emerald green with a lacy black edge at the top.
I said, “You may not have lingerie, but you brought a nice bra to the party. Too bad it has to come off.”
Claire grinned as she unlatched the bra behind her back. “So bossy.”
Her boobs were similar in size to Tara’s. Her nipples were smaller. And there was the cute spray of freckles above them.
I raised my glass and said, “To orgasms. Big, fat ones.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Tara said. “The more, the merrier.”
We clinked glasses and drank. An idea flashed in my head, so I followed it by pouring a quick second of champagne on Claire’s newly revealed breasts.
She drew in quick inhalation of breath, and her eyes widened in surprise.
All three of us looked at the thin line of champagne skimming down, from Claire’s tits to her belly.
“You might want to clean that up,” I said to Tara.
My girlfriend smirked at me for a flash, and then she leaned down. Starting at the bottom of the slick line of champagne, Tara’s tongue followed the trail back up to a breast. Claire’s nipple must’ve looked too appetizing to pass up, since Tara turned her attention to it. Claire moaned and settled back against the sofa cushion.
I went back to my position between Claire’s legs and continued giving her cunnilingus. After all, she was our guest. It was the polite thing to do. I loved slurping up this redhead’s pussy and watching Tara suck on her nipples and listening to Claire’s moans. Her moans had gotten louder with the addition of a new set of lips, so that now Claire was being enjoyed by two people rather than just me.
I teased Claire’s clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside of her and gently scissored them. Tara dripped a little more champagne onto our guest and lapped it up. Then she squeezed Claire’s boobs and attacked those nipples like she was a guy with a breast fixation.
So my girlfriend had a thing for tits, too. Man, that was wonderful to see.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Claire cried out loudly when she peaked.
She didn’t have to stifle her bliss, like she had to do back in the restaurant booth. In the apartment, just our neighbors—if they were home—could’ve possibly heard.
Ah, fuck ’em. It wasn’t as if Tara was quiet with her orgasms in the many times we’ve made love. Our neighbors were used to cries of passion. Tonight, they’d better get used to more. Hopefully, our sounds of sex were going to inspire the neighbors to partake in their own sexy fun. C’mon, guys! It was Valentine’s Day!
I stood, snatching my glass from the coffee table, and raised it. “To big, fat orgasms.” A long drink tickled my throat with the champagne’s bubbles.
Seeing Tara laying on Claire gave me an idea. I wanted to eat out my girlfriend next, but I also wanted to be bold. I grabbed Tara’s hips and flipped her off Claire and moved her to the right. She now sat down on the sofa.
“Oh!” Tara yelled out, her babydoll lingerie swishing, then softly settling.
Claire, too, jumped a little in surprise.
I assumed the position between my girlfriend’s thighs to give her a turn of oral pleasuring.
Tara giggled down at me. “I love it when you manhandle me.”
“And I love eating your pussy,” I said, and then set about showing her.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
I realized that I had ejaculated in her pussy not so long ago—but none of it oozed out. I guessed that Tara had cleaned herself when she had changed from her dress to the lingerie.
But Tara’s lingerie wasn’t staying completely on. Claire slid down the spaghetti straps of the babydoll outfit, peeling away the fabric that covered her boobs. Clearly, Claire wanted to return the favor of nipple sucking.
Fucking amazing.
These ladies had floored me when they kissed back at the restaurant. I was an eager audience again as they eagerly sucked the other’s tits. It was tremendous to see.
When Claire climbed on top of Tara’s lap, her ass was placed before me. This was a sitting cowgirl position—the same one that Tara and I had done as the orgy had started up. But now, Tara was below and Claire was on top.
As I knelt before them, their naughty bits were smack in front of my face. Tara’s vagina below, Claire’s ass above. It was very nice how Tara’s pussy lips lined up with the bottom of Claire’s pussy lips and ass crack.
In this arrangement, I was able to lick from my girlfriend’s vagina, all the way up to Claire’s pussy and asshole. My tongue cycled in this path over and over, sliding from pussy to pussy to ass. I planted my hands on Claire’s butt cheeks and spread them, opening up access to her hidden bud for lapping by my generous tongue. There was already easy access to Tara’s pussy, as she kept her thighs nice and open.
Gasps and moans came from above me. I couldn’t see either of their faces any longer, but it was obvious that two sets of groans drifted down to my ears. Their sounds made me feel thrilled and proud—I was pleasing two women at once!
Since I had seen both of their pussies up close, I noticed that Claire’s pussy lips were puffier than Tara’s. Odd, the things you notice.
I didn’t notice how much time went by, and I couldn’t have cared less. I was having far too much fun licking up these two lovelies.
When I zeroed in on Tara’s clit, her cries of ecstasy filled the room as her body trembled. If our neighbors were indeed home, they were getting quite a show of noises tonight. Again, I hoped it would inspire them to have their own fun. It would’ve been a crime for them to simply watch TV while we were having such a good time.
When I stood up and took a drink of champagne, Claire remained on my girlfriend’s lap. She moved her attention from Tara’s tits to her lips. They started making out, just as Tara and I had often done on the couch and in this position. A big difference with us, though, was that when Tara was on my lap, my dick was deep inside her.
Speaking of my dick, it was good and hard again. Ready for action, after I had eaten out both of these hotties. I considered my next move, but I was struck by watching them.
Sweet, sweet lady loving. Watching these two go at each other set my blood on fire.
Their lust for each other was clear. They kissed and caressed and grabbed like two horny people on their first date. I got the feeling that I could’ve gone out for a couple of beers, and I would not have been missed.
But fuck that. No way was I going to leave—for a couple of beers or anything else. I plunked down on an easy chair with my champagne and watched the hot woman-on-woman action. It was my own live porn show. I leisurely stroked my erection. I poured myself another glass of champagne and drank it. Occasionally, Tara glanced over at me and grinned.
Okay, so I wasn’t entirely forgotten.
Eventually, I got sick of watching. I eyed
my opportunities, and then picked Claire. Seemed fair, since I had already pounded Tara when I got to our apartment. Claire was still on Tara’s lap. Her butt cheeks and pussy were still exposed. I figured I should skip anal. It seemed a bit forward, since I hadn’t known Claire all that long.
But then, our relationship was far from the norm. Just minutes after meeting for the first time at the holiday party, Claire had wrapped her lips around my cock, and then wrapped her legs around my waist as I rocked her world.
And now, this hottie looked appetizing for a fuck from behind. I poked Claire’s lower back with my dickhead. She jumped, and her head whipped around at me. Her eyes took me in, standing very close to her, my erection still touching her back.
“You look like you need some cock,” I said down to her.
Her eyes narrowed. “Goddamn right I do. Know where I can get some?”
I answered by smirking, then I looked up to my girlfriend and asked, “Are you okay with this?”
She frowned at me as she said, “You’re kidding, right? Wasn’t I okay with you coming in her mouth at the restaurant?”
“Um, yeah, that’s true,” I had to admit.
Tara said, “Of course, you dope. But while you fuck her, I still want to kiss her. Let’s see, how can we sort this out…”
Tara pulled off a slick move: She slid down the couch, holding onto Claire’s butt and pulling her along for the ride. They went from sitting up to laying on the sofa. Tara was on her back, with Claire on top of her.
“Mmm,” Claire purred. “I like your thinking.” She hoisted up onto all fours and gazed back at me, asking, “What? You need more permission?”
Claire in a doggy-style position with my girlfriend underneath her. Yet another delicious sight.
I jumped into position behind Claire, enjoyed how her back arched to her long, auburn hair. I touched my dickhead on her pussy lips, then eased my meat into her warmth. Her deliriously wet warmth.
“Mmm.” It was my time to purr. “You feel really good.”
“So do you, Steve,” Claire said. “I loved watching you fuck your girlfriend. You’re a lucky man to have a piece of ass like this. I hope you realize that.”
Lucky? I was nearly balls-deep in a gorgeous redhead who was straddling over my girlfriend. Lucky didn’t even come close to describing it.
I said, “Oh, I totally realize I’m lucky for having Tara. She is a hot piece of ass. You’re right about that. But I’m beyond lucky tonight. Tara’s a one of a kind for setting this up.”
“And don’t you ever forget that,” Tara said, but I couldn’t see her face.
“Don’t you worry,” I said, pushing further into Claire. “I won’t.”
“Good,” Claire said to me. Then she turned back to Tara and said, “Now, I’m going to kiss you while your boyfriend fucks me.”
“It’s about time,” Tara replied. “My lips are lonely down here.”
It was fantastic to hear them kiss as I slowly pumped into this redhead’s pussy. Definitely, I was beyond lucky. This felt extraordinary, and not only because her pussy was wet and snug—but also because her pussy was supposed to be off limits. But not this time. This time, my girlfriend was sharing me with another woman.
Of course, my girlfriend was also getting a lot of pleasure out of the deal.
This was better than any of my hopeful fantasies back at the restaurant. Those were mere visions in my imagination. This was really happening. This was a mix of actual sensations. The smoothness of Claire’s pale ass cheeks on my palms as I held onto them while I rode her. The plush pussy embracing my cock as I plunged in it. Thrills racing through my body. I drank it all in. When would this ever happen again?
But then, I had asked that in the orgy.
This was far different than the orgy, though. This held an intimacy, where the orgy held the buzz of so much activity.
Then more sensations arrived. Slight pressure on my dick. Someone’s fingers. Had to be Tara’s, since Claire’s hands were busy with Tara’s boobs. The fingers weren’t there for me. I could feel them explore Claire’s pussy, then find her clit. The two fingertips rolled the ecstatic button in circles. I could feel the pressure on the underside of my dick as it slid in Claire’s pussy. My cock was like a bystander, watching the deed and enjoying residual effects.
Soon, Claire raised her head and cried out in climax. She pushed backward, fucking me, shoving her ass against my groin.
It was here that the sharp details faded for me.
After this doggy-style fuck, the evening felt more like a dream. The edges of everything seemed blurry. It wasn’t because I was drunk from booze. Yeah, I had a drink at the restaurant, and then champagne back at the apartment. Believe me, I know what drunk feels like. This wasn’t it. This was more like I was drunk off the sex. And not just the sex. I fell into the pool of beautiful sensations, and I became head-over-heels intoxicated.
Our movements were liquid. We moved from doggy-style, to me sitting on the couch and the women taking turns riding me, and they sucked on me a little bit before they climbed aboard my lap. Tara’s ass ground on my lap, then Claire’s ass, then back to Tara. At some point, Tara had shed off her babydoll lingerie, so she joined Claire and me in being fully nude.
Another pop of champagne. Claire drizzled the liquid on Tara’s tits, and I licked it off.
Claire rode me again. Facing away from me this time, so that I saw her ass bouncing on my lap rather than her mound with its small patch of gingery pubic hair. Claire leaned way forward, away from me. She leaned down, so she could lap up Tara’s pussy, as Tara lay on the coffee table.
Coffee table. Orgy. Me lapping at Claire’s pussy at the coffee table during the orgy. Pounding her pussy at the coffee table. While another man fucked her mouth. He stopped thrusting and came into her mouth. Claire diving down at the restaurant booth, replacing her hand around my cock with her lips, and suddenly there was a mass of red hair on my lap. My come had burst into her mouth, as the faint sounds of talking came from around us. But there we were, safe on our island of the restaurant booth. Just as we were at the island of the coffee table, back in the orgy, with the faint sounds of talking and fucking around us. Claire’s brilliant blue eyes had been intense with emotion after we fucked at the orgy. Her cheeks were flushed, many strands of red hair falling in front of her face, a face that captivated you with beauty. After we kissed, she had whispered, That was a great fuck, the words jumping from her lips into my mouth.
And now, Claire’s creamy-white ass bounced on my lap as she licked Tara’s pussy, making my girlfriend moan. Glorious, glorious.
Claire sat up straighter and Tara knelt before us, the ass no longer bouncing but motionless. But still, the sounds of pussy licking—Tara on Claire’s pussy this time. And still, the sounds of moaning—Claire letting it out this time.
Then Claire lifting off me, my cock humming with pleasure. Another pop of a champagne bottle. Now I knew why Tara had bought so many bottles of the stuff.
We floated down the hallway, into the bedroom.
We were like the bubbles in the champagne that kept flowing into our glasses. Tara poured more in my tall glass. Fizz surged over the top and slid down the sides of the champagne flute. Tara dripped some of the fizzy liquid on my cock and licked it off. I dripped some on the bodies of both women, as they lay next to each other on the bed. I lapped it up, feeling like a god of sex.
Bubbles were an appropriate description for us. I felt like we kept floating in that pale pink pool of sensuality. We drank, we fucked, we drank, we licked, we drank, we fucked some more.
Our bodies intertwined on the bed. Limbs were here and there. Three bodies softly wrestling, kissing, stroking, licking, and sucking. We were a constantly shifting, moving mass of heads, tits, dick, butts, arms, and legs.
Every body part was open, available for loving. Nothing was off limits. I sucked on their toes—to their gleeful giggles. I nibbled their earlobes. I
nuzzled their slender necks. I stuck my tongue into their pussies. I flicked my tongue on their clits. I swirled my tongue on their assholes. I kissed their labia, slick and dripping with their juices. I slurped champagne from their bellybuttons.
I pushed my cock inside orifices that were in front of me and welcomed me in. I shifted from caressing Tara’s legs, to sliding my dick inside her pussy and fucking her—until she rolled away and stretched out on top of Claire.
While watching the two women love on each other, I slowly stroked myself. They rolled around the bed, Claire now on top of Tara, and I took advantage of this position by grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks, and diving in, feasting upon her pussy and asshole for a bit before plunging my cock deep into her.
Then Claire slipped away from me, her pussy releasing my cock, and she rolled away. On my knees, I gazed down at Tara as she gazed back up at me. Her face was dreamy, floating in the warm pool of pleasure.
I adored how my girlfriend looked. This was a look of being well loved and well fucked. A wondrous, glowing look. One that I was going to remember for a long time.
I crawled on top of Tara, straddling her chest, and I pressed her tits against my cock. Licking noises came from behind me, as Claire ate out Tara while I tit-fucked her.
Another time, I was busy sucking on Claire’s nipples, and then Tara stopped juggling my balls in her mouth to nudge me on my back, so that she could straddle me and impale herself on my cock. Another time, I was making out with Claire, and then Tara stroked my dick for a moment before directing it into Claire’s pussy. Another time, I enjoyed watching Tara lick Claire’s pussy, and then I laid down behind Tara and set upon licking her insanely wet cunt.
This is how the loving went. Our three bodies shifted around and intertwined.
Over and over, orifices would come and go. From pussy to mouth to another pussy. Hands stroked me. I licked and sucked tits and pussies and assholes. In turn, the ladies licked and sucked on me. And, of course, they licked and caressed each other.
I lasted forever.
How could that be? With these two hotties? With all this fucking? Possibly, the booze had numbed me. Possibly, the dream-like fuzziness of my perception also numbed me and prevented me from hitting the peak. Also, I had already ejaculated twice before, and those had taken care of my eager lust. Maybe this third erection of the day was hell bent on staying hard through it all.
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