“I’ve never… You know…” She drops her eyes to her crotch. “Touched…” She doesn’t say the words. She simply points at her pussy. She pauses, seemingly mustering courage to continue. “I’ve always been too embarrassed by the idea of just sticking my fingers down there.” I can’t believe my ears. I thought most women her age have masturbated. “And there’s no way I’m brave enough to walk into a sex shop to buy something. Forget about ordering online. I’d never be able to visit one of those dirty sites. God, the post office delivery person would know my kinky little secret.”
She’s missing out big time. When she said she wasn’t very experienced, she wasn’t kidding. On paper, she might not be a virgin, but from what she’s candidly sharing, it sounds like Ethan and I will be popping a few of her cherries. What an honor. “You’re beautiful and you’re delicious, Delilah. The thought of taking you to a place you’ve never been before makes me even harder,” I confess.
“I’m way past that. My cock must have grown by several centimeters just from what you just shared,” Ethan growls.
“So you’re not turned off?” she asks, surprised.
“Not at all,” Ethan and I answer in unison. I’m not much of a fan of deflowering a virgin, but Delilah is perfect. We can shape her and mold her to our will and there’s no messy blood to clean up.
“Oh, God, will I survive this?” She worries at her lower lip.
“Maybe. Maybe not. But if you don’t, what a way to go, huh?” I mock.
“Xander, you’ve always been the poet between the two of us.”
“I do my best, mate.” I grin at my best friend before returning my attention to Delilah. This heart-to-heart is endearing, but I’m too hungry for her to continue talking. “As much as I love this sultry dress on you, I have a feeling it will look much better off,” I grin from ear to ear while tugging at the black fabric. “Ethan, I think it’s time for our sexy little bombshell to strip down so that she’s only wearing her seductive smile.”
“And those shoes,” Ethan quips, pointing at her feet. “Those definitely stay on.”
“You demanding little bastard,” I tease.
“I can’t help it.” Ethan comes and stands next to me. We’re both facing Delilah now. “I’m too eager.” He flashes me a cocky side glance before zooming in our little ingénue. “She does that to me.”
For one quick second, I expect Delilah to look away shyly, but she doesn’t. Instead a faint cocky smile ghosts her lips and she lifts her chin up defiantly, like she’s keeping a secret she’s unwilling to reveal. Well, not yet anyways. When she folds her lower lip in her mouth and I read an unmistakable glee in her eyes, I already anticipate a smart repartee. “If you’re in too much of a hurry, you’ll miss the best part.”
“Which is?” Ethan and I ask in unison.
“The underwear.” She had to go there. “They match the sandals,” she sing-songs, waggling her eyebrows. Was that a dare?
“Sexy lingerie?” Ethan asks the obvious.
“Is there any other kind?” Well, hell.
Impatience drums through me. “That was a quick turnabout. It seems you can handle the heat after all.”
“Let’s just say, I can’t help it. You two do that to me.” She uses Ethan’s words against us.
“What a cheeky little vixen,” I say, impressed. “We’re done with the part of the evening where you tease us and we just stand here looking at your gorgeous self.” She’s been forewarned. I reach out and sweep her long hair behind her shoulders. I pull at the sash at her waist and watch as it unloops around her. I push open her dress fully to admire what she’s hiding underneath. “Christ,” I mutter. I take a small step backward so I can capture every nuance of this libidinous moment.
“Fuck,” Ethan grunts. From that low guttural sound, I gather he’s taking her in with as much reverence as I am.
Her enormous tits are trapped in a satiny black bra with silver flowers embroidered across the lacy edge. They’re squeezed so tight they look like they’re begging to jump out. Jesus. I’m not sure if it’s intentional on her part or just a lucky coincidence for us, but what she’s wearing could give a man cardiac arrest and send him straight to the gates of Heaven. No wonder I’ve been completely bewitched by her tits all night. Her matching panties are equally tempting. The embroidered flowers run across her stomach, emphasizing the luminosity of her skin. Everything about her lingerie is pure sin. As I glide my eyes all the way down to her high heels, I realize how desperate my cock is for release.
I furtively look at my best friend. He’s in awe. How can he possibly not be? His gaze is burning Delilah’s. He takes a step towards her and sensually cups her left breast.
“Goddammit, woman,” Ethan grunts.
“I warned you.” Yes, you did, but still.
“What are those? Double Ds?” Ethan asks. I’ve sucked on enough huge and heavy breasts in my lifetime to know those are much bigger. I suspect Ethan does as well, but the question begs to be asked.
“I’m a 38 DDD.” Both Ethan and I gasp. She’s all woman for sure. Her tits are in a category all of their own. “Too much?”
We gasp again before answering in unison, “Hell, no.” Fuck, those must hang so beautifully when she’s naked.
With his big hand still groping her breast, Ethan commands, “Xander, you take care of her dress and her bra and I’ll deal with her panties.” He pauses for a beat. “I want to lick her slickness, which I’m sure will trail down her legs as she gets more and more aroused as you disrobe her. It would be a shame to let that goodness go to waste.” He’s definitely a forward thinker.
“Ethan, the stuff you say… It’s so… I mean… You’re so…” Delilah can’t seem to string together a sentence.
“Downright filthy?” Two very accurate words.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“The less time we waste talking about my dirty mouth, the more time it can be on your pussy, licking, sucking and flicking your little clit until you come screaming all over my tongue. Unless you prefer I continue with the raunchiness as I finger-fuck you?” He’s so raw. “I’m easy either way.” He shrugs.
“You’ve always been a practical man, my brother,” I throw his way. Delilah seems baffled by Ethan’s plan of attack. I’m sure she must be on edge about my best friend’s intentions. The more alert she is, the more she’ll come undone when she reaches her peak. I busy myself removing her dress. I help her shimmy her voluptuous body out of it. She doesn’t even resist. “Fuck, you’re sweet,” I grunt. “And for the record, once I remove your bra, you might have to call 911. I may collapse at the sight of your huge tits.” I chuckle.
Ethan kneels in front of her with his fingers around the elastic of her panties. It’s as if he’s waiting for my cue. I nod at him and he starts sliding Delilah’s panties down one millimeter at a time. It’s an unhurried, sweet punishment meant to drive her crazy. It works. As promised, every time Ethan pushes the lacy piece of lingerie further down, he leans in between her thighs, sticks out his tongue and licks. He alternates between quick laps and longer ones. With each stroke, Delilah tilts her head back, moans lustfully and sways her hips from left to right in a slow wiggling motion. It’s a beautiful thing.
“You don’t need these anymore,” Ethan instructs, looking down at the panties that are now pooled around her ankles. He holds out a hand and smiles up at her. She doesn’t need to be told twice.
When she steps out of her panties, I finish undressing her. I unfasten her bra and lower the straps, allowing them to fall along her arms. “Off,” I command. She pulls out one arm and then the other and before you know it, she’s standing there in all her glory.
Wow. Those are showstoppers. Her large pink aureoles will be the death of me. Damn, those are begging to be sucked. Honestly, her breasts are the way tits are meant to be enjoyed—giant, hanging and real. There’s nothing quite like natural tits. Nothing. There’s no two ways about it. Delilah’s tits are made for doggy style. Fucking h
er from behind will be my bloody pleasure. Unable to control myself any longer, I grope her exposed breasts. “Your exquisite tits are insanely sensual,” I murmur, my thumbs circling her hard nipples.
“Oh, Xander.” I love hearing my name like that on her lips.
I stroke her breasts, my palms barely big enough to hold her triple Ds fully. “I’ve had to restrain myself all night not to reach out across the table and grab these like a horny teenage boy in the middle of the restaurant. I can now give in to my heart’s content.” I flash her a side grin. My fingers circle her nipples and then gently roll over her peaks. God.
“Ahhh,” she lets out.
With my eyes on her face, I increase the pressure until she bites her lower lip. “Look at you, sweetheart.”
“Dear Lord,” she pants. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Of course. “I’m not here to dawdle. And Ethan doesn’t have much patience either,” I say, looking down at my friend, who is still kneeling at her feet.
“In that case, you should know you’re not wasting your time or mine.” She laughs. “Not even close. In fact—”
If she’s still able to think, I’m clearly doing a shitty job. I push her further. I pinch her erect nipple hard, cutting her off midsentence.
“Ahhh,” she exhales, rolling her eyes at the back of her head. Much better.
“You like what I’m doing to you?” I ask with cocksure assurance, since I already know the answer.
“Xander,” she whispers, shivering. Mm-hmm. “Ah, Ethan,” she moans. My best friend holds true to his words. He’s licking between her thighs with such gusto it almost makes me jealous. Although Delilah has two men devoted to giving her what she needs, we’re lucky that she’s allowing us to feast on her like this. “My God… am I really doing this?” I doubt she intended on saying that aloud.
“Everything about your body says you want this desperately,” I answer since Ethan is too busy working his way to the middle of her thighs. When my eyes move back up, I zoom to the bucket sitting on the coffee table. A wicked idea surges. This is going to be so divine, she’ll grow wings. She’s already been candid about her lack of experience with men. We could keep this light and fluffy, but why aim that low? Why have a measly piece of cake—no matter how delicious—when you can eat every last cake in the bakery shop instead? “Have you ever had a bubbly shower?”
My question startles her. “A wh-what?”
Ethan peers up from her pussy. He’s stopped all tongue action at the sound of my naughty proposition. He’s smiling so wide it nearly takes over his entire face. Her juices are dripping from his chin. He even has some on the tip of his nose. Clearly, he’s having fun.
“Brilliant idea, Xander,” Ethan cheers.
“You’re on board?” A herd of wild horses couldn’t keep him away.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Delilah is still gaping as she watches Ethan get back up to his feet. Without wasting a second, he marches to the other side of the room.
“Neither of you have told me what a bubbly shower is,” she shouts at him even though I’m still standing next to her.
“It’s a lot more fun if we show you,” I retort.
“I have a feeling I’m about to agree to something I don’t think I’m ready for yet.”
“I doubt you are, but it’s not a good enough reason for us not to do it,” I say.
“God, save my soul.” She does a quick sign of the cross before joining her hands together.
“You’ll definitely be calling to God, but for very different reasons,” Ethan throws over his shoulder.
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it as much as we will.” I smile. “Come on, let’s get you up on that granite counter,” I say, dragging her behind me.
“You can’t be serious?” I turn around to face her. My look silences her. “You are.” I nod. Her shoulders drop. I guess she won’t be fighting this. When we get to where Ethan is standing, I lift her in my arms and place her ass against the counter. She gasps. “Oh, God, you did that with such ease. You’d think I weighed no more than a bag of apples.” Her observation is comical.
I simply grin at her comment before looking away from her. “Do you want top or bottom, mate?”
“Since I had a go at her pussy just now, I think you should have a taste,” Ethan says in a matter-of-fact way. Delilah chokes. Wise words.
“Good,” I say, circling the counter and walking towards the coffee table where I grab a bottle of champagne. “You like this?” I ask her, lifting the bottle of Krug. She nods nervously. I’m not sure if she’s ever indulged in one of the most expensive bottles of champagne on the market, but this is an experience she’s unlikely to ever forget. “So do we. A lot. I’m happy we’re on the same page,” I tease. “Lie down on the counter, place your feet flat on it and spread those gorgeous legs so I can catch a glimpse of your pussy,” I command.
“I thought we were going to have some champagne?” she asks.
“We are.” I don’t give her more than she needs to know.
She looks up to Ethan, but instead of taking pity on her, he simply waves his finger, silently instructing her to do exactly what I just asked her to do. She’s thinking so hard. I can see the wheels in her head churning. Ethan and I wait patiently, allowing her time to decide which way she wants to take this. Eventually she obeys. She grabs the hand Ethan has outstretched, climbs on the stool and then yanks her body on the counter. There we go.
Once she lies back, I focus on the champagne. With a few expert twists, I uncork the bottle and hand it to my best friend. He takes it and places it on the counter right above her head. I walk past him and tap him on the shoulder—a simple gesture between us that says a lot. This is going to be a wet and wild ride. I stop at Delilah’s feet and brush my eyes along her sinful body, taking her in. When I read the vulnerability in her ocean-blue gaze, my cock stiffens. Amazing. In this position she’s open for my pleasure and Ethan has easy access to her tits. What more can a man ask for?
We both stare at her for a few long seconds. Delilah sighs and smiles nervously at us. It almost sounds like relief. Maybe she thinks this is as far as it goes. Maybe she thinks it’s just three friends sharing a drink.
Wrong.
She chokes when Ethan lowers his head to suck on her right breast. She starts to sit up, and he turns his head just enough to look at her, his lips a few centimeters from her breast. “Don’t move,” he warns. Her fingers curl up in a fist at her side as she stills. When she calms down, he licks her nipple and circles it with his tongue. With each stroke of his wet tongue, her body squirms against the counter. While Ethan is sucking at her marvelous tits, I do my best to keep her distracted. I caress over her leg, her waist, fingering the tender crease where her thigh meets her hip. It’s too early for me to ravish her pussy. As much as it kills me, I have to be patient.
When I lay my hand on the inside of her thigh and brush my knuckles against the curls of her pussy, she closes her eyes for a beat. When she opens them again, my lips curve into the faintest of smiles, and she tenses when Ethan reaches his arm out. She must notice I’m looking right past her because she lifts her eyes above her head. It’s too late though, because she doesn’t have time to register what happens next. Ethan grabs the bottle of champagne by the neck and splashes some effervescent nectar onto her breasts. She jerks.
“Jesus,” she exclaims loudly.
“Is it cold?” I tease.
“It’s like pouring ice all over me,” she throws back at me.
“That’s the point.” I sneer as my eyes lower to her nipples tightening into hard buds.
“Why don’t I warm things up for you?” Ethan suggests. He rests both arms on the counter and slowly licks away the drops gleaming against her nipples until she’s whimpering.
“Oh, Ethan, I’m going to die. This is too good,” she moans in a slurred voice.
I watch as his tongue follows the trail of cold champagne to where it pools in her belly button
. He laps it up like a nomad who hasn’t had a drink of water in days. After a few minutes worshiping her midriff, he returns to her right breast. He licks her nipple, then he bites down gently, repeating it over and over until she locks her teeth over a moan. When he’s done torturing one side of her body, he switches to her other breast. Equal balance is everything.
“Mmm, I could come watching my best friend assault your tits like that…” My hands continue to caress Delilah’s lower body, my finger trailing through the moisture trickling down from her pussy. Desire floods over me. As much as it gives me a high to watch Ethan ravish her like this, I’m no longer satisfied just being a voyeur. I’d much rather help push her over the edge. “Frankly, I’m feeling left out,” I lament.
“Greedy bastard,” Ethan says, lifting his head. With one hand still groping her right tit, he reaches out with his left hand and grabs the bottle again. “Here,” he mocks, pouring champagne over Delilah. This time he starts at her belly button and moves his arm down her body so the liquid gushes all over her pussy.
“Argh,” Delilah grunts.
“Happy now?” Ethan asks teasingly.
“Very much so.” Delilah’s ragged breaths pull my attention away from my best friend and back to her. She’s desperate for this. I’m already salivating at the thought of wrapping my lips around her pussy. “Sweetheart, I’m going to eat you like a gluttonous man and I want you to keep your big beautiful blue eyes on me the whole time. Are we clear?” She nods. “You know it doesn’t work that way. I want to hear the words.”
“Yes,” she says in such a low voice I’m surprised I hear her.
I scoot her hips toward me, bend down, and start sipping the champagne still coating her pussy hair. She rewards the first stroke of my tongue by closing her thighs around my head and pressing hard. The contact of my tongue against her tight little clit is like a blessing and a punishment. Obviously, the pleasure of making her climax supersedes the lingering torture of feeling my balls tighten inside my boxer briefs, knowing I won’t allow myself to shoot my load until much later.
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