A Man of Appetite

"If you couldn't smell me before, you should be able to now," Carrie said. She had never been more sexually excited in her life.

He took Carrie's face in her huge hands and kissed her. His lips were firm and soft and he kissed her with such tenderness, his tongue gently probing her mouth. He had to hold her tight because her legs wouldn't support her. She shut her eyes tight as he kissed her and she saw fireworks go off in her mind's eye. He lifted her and carried her to the couch. He set her down next to Erica, draping their smooth legs over each other

He knelt between them and stared at the slender mohawk bikini stripe they both wore. He slid a palm up each girl's thigh. Carrie bit her lip, waiting for him to touch her there, wanting him to touch her. He nestled his thumbs in each girl's pubic stripe and let them slide up and down, up and down, a smile spreading over his lips.

Carrie said. "We shave each other."

His lips twitched. "How delightful."

His hand slid between Carrie's legs and he moistened his thumb with her juices. He brought his thumb to Erica's lips and she closed her lips around it and sucked hungrily. He let her lick and suck his thumb for a few seconds before he withdrew it. He did the same thing to Erica, gently rubbing his thumb in the wet folds of her labia. He offered his slippery thumb to Carrie and she grabbed his fist and thrust his thumb into her mouth. She tasted Erica's pussy and Karl's skin and the mix was so exciting she had to fight the urge to bite.

He extracted his thumb and lowered his bald head between Erica's thighs. Carrie watched her friend arch her back, her body tight as a longbow. She heard the soft, moist sound of the huge man's tongue licking Erica's pussy. Erica arched her back further and further, shoving her vulva into Karl's hungry mouth. "Oh, oh, God," Erica whispered, twisting her hips left and right, grinding herself against his face. She reached and grabbed Carrie's hand. She squeezed it and looked into her lover's pale blue eyes. "Oh, Carrie," she moaned.

She closed her eyes and released Carrie's hand. She put both her hands on Karl's massive head, pushing him in even deeper. Carrie could hear him licking Erica, sucking her, heard the deep rumbling sound in his chest, "Mmm..."

"Yes, oh, yes...yes!" Erica moaned, her entire body shaking from head to toe. Carrie had made Erica come with her tongue before, she recognized the signs, but never had she made Erica come so fast, and so violently. When Erica's climax ended Karl rose up on his knees, licking his full, sensuous lips. He kissed Erica's stomach, and then he slithered between Carrie's warm, soft thighs. Carrie was already trembling, her nipples hard as stones. He kissed the inside of her thighs, then the top of her sparse pubic tuft, and then he licked lower, lower, lower.

His long, broad tongue caressed her clitoris, swirling around the silky tip, before he slid down and forced the flexible muscle inside her body. Carrie gasped, louder than Erica, unable to control herself. His lips surrounded her clitoris and sucked the bud into his mouth, and his tongue began to work on her. He didn't slurp at her, the way most of the other boys who had consented to eat her out. He drank her. Her juices poured out of her and he greedily swallowed every drop.

She lasted less than a minute. When she came it left her speechless, she couldn't even cry out. She squeezed her eyes so tight tears spilled from the corners and she shook from head to toe. He put his huge hands on her thighs to keep her spasming hips from breaking his relentless grip on her hot spot.

When he finished with her Karl gently wiped away each tear with a calloused fingertip. "I should get undressed too, shouldn't I?" he said.

Erica said, "Hurry, please."

He stood and slowly unbuttoned his black linen shirt. Carrie sat on the edge of the sofa, her thigh pressed against Erica's, and they watched him strip. His massive chest was almost totally hairless, there was only a light patch of hair around his naval. He was heavy, but it wasn't sloppy flab. It was just the way his huge body was built. And Carrie wanted to lick every square inch of him.

He lazily kicked off his sandals and unbuttoned his pants. Carrie turned, and saw that Erica was completely enraptured. She turned back and watched Karl unzip and remove his pants. He wore no underwear.

Carrie stared in astonishment. His penis was very large, but what surprised her was the fact that he was uncircumcised, the crown of his huge cock covered by a thin collar of translucent skin. Erica acted first, standing and walking over, reaching down to take his stiffening cock in her hands. She made a ring with her index finger and thumb and gently pulled down the foreskin, exposing the bulbous, sticky head. She smeared the gluey precum over the tip, then put her finger in her mouth. She fell to her knees and started sucking him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. He exhaled and his dark eyes closed.

Carrie slipped next to Erica and the two girls took turns fellating him. He put his massive hand on Carrie's head and she felt his thumb caress the part in the middle of her blonde hair. He tasted different from the other men she'd given oral sex to. His taste was stronger, sharp and citric, and she loved feeling the foreskin glide back and forth over the head as she used her lips on him.

He came, quickly, without making any sign that his orgasm was near. He erupted and filled Carrie's mouth with thick, creamy semen. She'd never swallowed come before but now she had to, and she closed her eyes and swallowed once, twice, a third time. When Erica realized he was coming she pulled his cock out of Carrie's mouth and stuffed it between her own lips, drinking the rest of the huge man's semen.

He said, "I apologize, my angel. That was the first orgasm I've enjoyed for nearly five years. I was a bit quick." He was still hugely erect. He helped each girl stand and kissed each on the lips. "What shall we do now?"

Erica took Carrie by the hand and led her to the couch. They sat as they had before, legs overlapping. He understood what she wanted. He smiled and knelt between Erica's legs. The couch was just high enough, at just the right angle. He grabbed his thick pole and slowly, patiently, inserted it inside Erica. "Ohhh..." she groaned. Karl slowly moved his hips back and forth, totally in control, his hands on Erica's hips, fucking her. Carrie saw his shaft glisten with her lover's juices. She wanted to suck him again, wanted to taste Erica and Karl all at once.

He pulled out of Erica, and act that drew an anguished "No!!" from her lover. He moved between Carrie's splayed legs, his huge erection sticking up against his belly. She was afraid, afraid he would hurt her with his big penis. She'd never been with a man so big. She felt the fat knob lodge in her opening and her breathing became quick and shallow. "Shh, child, be easy," he soothed. He penetrated her slowly, very slowly, Carrie felt herself widen to accommodate him, felt his cock scrape every nerve ending inside her. She looked at him and his eyes were so warm, so loving. Her dream had come true. He was inside her, hard, and hot, and throbbing.

He fucked her slowly, every thrust sending molten waves of pleasure to the base of her spine. She was so wet his cock made loud squishing noises as he pumped. Just as the heat grew deliciously unbearable he pulled out of her. "No, please," she begged, but he was already kneeling in front of Erica, filling her again with his cock.

They went back and forth like that, Karl never giving either girl enough of his cock to fully satisfy. After a few minutes he had both girls kneel on the floor and pillow their heads on the sofa, and he took them that way, from behind. He invaded Erica and Carrie watched her friend grimace with ecstasy as he filled her with his length. She bit her lip and cooed with rapture and she reached over the put her arm around Carrie's pale shoulders. "I never dreamed of anything this good," she whispered.

He moved behind Carrie. She sensed his presence behind her, the wet tip of his dick scraping against her buttocks. He put his huge hands on her hips and slowly penetrated her from the rear. Carrie's thighs trembled as his thick frank moved deep, deeper, deeper inside her. He held her hips tight and fucked her, fucked her faster and faster, Carrie backing her ass into every thrust, and just before the biggest climax of her life exploded inside her he pulled out and moved in behind Erica. He fucked her with strokes so powerful Erica's hair splashed in her face. He moved back to Carrie and screwed her like some tireless engine, his piston well-oiled by her pussy.

Both girls writhed and moaned as he took turns with them. "Please," Erica said. "I can't stand it anymore!"

He stood and took a step back. "I thought you two were lovers."

"We are." Carrie said, making a last desperate attempt to remind Erica of that fact.

He sat down and stretched out like a huge cat. His lips creased in a satyr's smirk. "Then love each other."

Erica pulled Carrie close and kissed her fiercely on lips. She drove Carrie onto her back, then swiveled around so that the two girls were arranged in the position they were most familiar with, Erica on top, lips inches away from vaginas. Carrie felt Erica's tongue slithering over her pussy, and that was all the encouragement she needed, attacking Erica's soft petals with her own tongue.

It felt good, it felt wonderful, but it didn't feel as good or as wonderful as it had when Karl did it. She wanted him inside her again and wondered why he was content to just watch them tongue each other.

She got her answer a second later. He knelt down on the couch, his knees behind Carrie's head. He lifted Erica's hips away from Carrie's lips and slid himself inside her pussy. "Oh, God!" Erica cried, and Karl wasn't so patient now. He pumped rhythmically, faster than he had before, and Carrie heard Erica panting from the exertion.

Carrie had a close-up view of her lover getting pounded. She reached up and caressed his heavy testicles with her fingertips. "Ah, yes..." he groaned, the first sign of weakness he'd shown so far. Carrie leaned forward and licked his balls, sucked his balls, and he laughed with delight. "Oh, that's wonderful my angel, wonderful!"

Carrie felt Erica's tongue touch her haphazardly, her lover too preoccupied with her own pleasure to give as much back. Carrie slid her body down and licked Erica's clit as Karl fucked her.

"Oh, honey, I love that!" Erica cried. "Honey, Carrie, suck me, suck me! Oh God, oh...oh...oh..." Carrie kept her lips glued to Erica, kept her fingers tickling Karl, and it all happened at once. Erica screamed, so loud Carrie feared her neighbors would hear. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Carrie kept sucking through Erica's orgasm, and then Karl hissed, "Yes, darling, yes!" and she felt his big balls clench and his cock spasm as he shot his load deep inside Erica. Some of his come dribbled out from her hole and Carrie couldn't help herself, she licked up every frothy drop. When he pulled out more of his come leaked out, and Carrie buried her face in Erica's crotch, licking and sucking like a madwoman, until Erica finally gasped, "Enough!" and pushed Carrie's ravenous mouth away.

Carrie looked around and saw that Karl's penis was already slowly rising again. She saw that the more he looked at her, the more his cock filled with blood.

He walked to the big chair and sat down on the edge. He motioned for Carrie to come to him. He put his hands on herr wide hips. "You will bear magnificent children. Not mine, alas." He turned her around and leaned back in the chair. He helped Carrie settle into his lap, his big cock sticking up between her legs. Carrie had never done it like this, it excited her so much she started trembling again. Erica sat up and joined them at the chair, tenderly lifting Karl's penis and feeding it into Carrie's tiny opening.

He was huge. She settled into his lap and it was like he filled her belly with his hardness. She put her feet on the arms of the chair and helped him ease her up the endless length of his cock, and then eased her back down. Erica stood and put her hands on Carrie's jiggling tits. Karl covered Erica's hands with his own.

"Carrie has the most beautiful breasts," Erica said.

"Yes, she does," he said. Erica's eyes were fixed on his, Carrie knew. She didn't care, she couldn't be jealous with this huge thing throbbing inside her. Her jealousy meant even less when Erica leaned down and took her left nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking the pink tip until it rose and hardened, and then repeated the process on her right nipple. All the while she and Karl slowly moved together, her juices running down her thighs.

"I think I want to lick my lollipop," Erica said.

"Oh, God!" Carrie moaned as her lover kissed her cleavage, her tummy, her thighs, and then her pussy. She was drowning in ecstasy, her heart was beating so fast she thought she would pass out. Her first orgasm passed and Carrie hardly noticed, knowing that bigger climaxes lay ahead.

And they came one after another. Bam, bam, BAM! One second Karl's huge cock made her scream, the next it was Erica's tongue. It went on and on and on like that. Sweat dripped down her face, it pooled in the valley between her breasts.

"Can you smell me now?" she panted.

"Mmm..." he rumbled. "I can smell us together, the smell we make together." That made Carrie come again, just the sound of his deep voice. She looked down between her legs and Erica was licking Karl's scrotum as well as her clit, and again that was enough to break the big man's reserve. "Oh, angel, angel, my angel!" he roared, and Carrie felt the first hot squirt fill her pussy. It felt so wonderful and he kept going, kept coming, kept injecting her with his semen. And she knew that all that sperm would go to waste, that she was on the Pill and wouldn't conceive, and it nearly made her burst into tears. She wanted him to impregnate her. It was the first time she'd ever had sex and not dreaded the prospect of pregnancy.

What was this man doing to her? To Erica?

They all needed a break. Carrie waddled to the kitchen and came back with a three one-liter bottles of water. They drank like distance runners, gulping it down. Carrie went back to the kitchen and got another bottle for Karl. While he drank she went to the bathroom, to clean up the mess between her legs. She washed herself and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, matted with sweat on her forehead. There was a thin crust around her lips, a combination of Erica's pussy juice and Karl's come. Her eyes were red and wild. She was happier than she'd ever been in her life.

She came back to find Erica sitting next to Karl, stroking his cock while they tenderly kissed, and Carrie felt jealousy rush in to replace her happiness. Karl noticed Carrie out of the corner of his eye and slowly broke the kiss.

"The bedroom now, I think," he said.

They lay down on the cool, clean white sheets, Karl in the middle, a girl on either side. He took turns kissing them, nuzzling their necks, and both girls let their hands roam over his huge body, over his chest, his groin, his ass. "I can't take it," Erica said. She climbed on top of him and squatted over his erection, slowly impaling herself on his uncircumcised cock. Carrie stood on the bed and carefully settled over his face. He grabbed her hips in his huge hands and pulled her down against his mouth. His tongue was quick and sharp as an adder's, and she threw her head back and moaned as his moist tongue invaded her.

They moved together silently, only an occasional sigh or whimper breaking the intense silence. The two girls leaned forward and tenderly kissed each other, caressed each other's stiff nipples with soft fingertips, while the huge man worked beneath them with tongue and penis, giving each girl more pleasure than they'd imagined existed.

Carrie turned and saw the three of them reflected in her mirror, in the moonlight they formed a pale, ethereal triangle, slowly rising and falling, rising, falling. Carrie had an orgasm, then another, her clitoris trapped in the swirling vortex of his lips.

"Oh, oh!" Erica moaned, and Carrie could tell from the ferocity of his tonguing that he was coming inside her lover, coming for the fourth time tonight. She'd lost count of her own climaxes. Erica sighed and whimpered for nearly 30 seconds, and then they were still, all three of them. Erica slid off his cock, which was finally, finally soft. Carrie lay down next to him, prostrate from exhaustion. His face was smeared with Carrie's juices, a serene smile on his face.

"My darlings."

The two girls snuggled against him. His body radiated warmth, it was like lying down next to a crackling fire.

"I love you," Erica said, and the jealousy rose like a tidal wave inside Carrie.

"I love you too," she said, hating that she was the second to say it.

He kissed each of their foreheads. He sighed. "If only you knew how much I love each of you." He kissed them again. "Now we have to rest."

Carrie barely had time to realize how tired she was before she sank into sleep. She burrowed close against Karl's body and draped an arm across the huge swell of his belly. Erica did the same, their arms criss-crossed his chest.

Carrie's sleep was dark and dreamless, as it might be after living a dream for the last few hours. When she woke it took her a moment to get her bearings. She felt the warm body next to hers, and she snuggled against it. She opened her eyes-and Erica's eyes were staring back at her.

They both jerked up. They were in bed together, alone. Karl wasn't there. Erica jumped out of bed and Carrie followed right on her heels, both girls running nude into the living room, dreading the thought that he had snuck out in the dead of night.

But no, he was there, dressed, looking like he'd been waiting for them for hours. "No, my darlings. I didn't leave without saying goodbye. That would be an outrage. But I do have to say goodbye."

"Don't go," Erica said. "We have all day, there's so much we didn't do last night."

"My flight to Tunis leaves in three hours." His smile was loving and patient.

Carrie said, "When will you be back?"

He was still smiling, but now there was sadness in his face. "Probably never."

"Never?" Erica said.

He shook his head. "Last night was all we are fated to share."

Carrie was angry. "Didn't you say you live a simple life?" she snarled. He nodded. "So, what was last night about? Why did you eat so much, drink so much, f..." she didn't want to describe what the three of them did that way, "why did you make love to us all night?"

He stood, walked to where the two girls stood, and kissed them both. "It's true, I live a life of denial. It is the path to enlightenment. But if you don't know what you are giving up, how can it be called a sacrifice?" He touched Carrie's face. "My perfect angel." Then his fingertips touched Erica's cheek. "My beautiful witch."

He went to the door. "Because of you, my darlings, my sacrifice has new meaning. For that, I thank you." He bowed deeply, formally. His face was serious. "I will dream of you, often."

He opened the door and stepped through. "May you find peace, and joy."

The door closed, and he was gone.

His absence dominated the tiny room. An overwhelming smell lingered in the air, thick as the smoke in an opium den, the scent of Karl, pussy, semen, and sweat.

"He knew where to go to get what he wanted," Carrie said bitterly. "Fried food and cold beer and two slutty waitresses."

"Shh," Erica said behind her. Carrie still stared at the silent door, caught between screaming and crying. Erica moved behind the younger girl and slid her hands around Carrie's waist, to cup the full, heavy breasts in her palms.