Amy's Ardent Boyfriend

"We have this game," Sandy whispered "called look, but don't touch where one of us tells the nastiest story we can come up with and the other has to say what she thinks of the story, but we can't touch ourselves until the one telling the story says'' so. For example, I might tell Suzy that she can play with herself while she counts to ten, but when she reaches 10, she has to stop.

In the darkness, the sound of my hand sliding up and down my wet dick could be heard from under the covers, I heard Sandy catch her breath and then she said, "You're playing with your cock again, aren't you?"

"I can't help it, thinking about you and Suzy."

Sandy whispered, "Why don't you do it while you count to 10 and then I'll take a turn."

"Oh yes," I whispered back and started counting, my hand moving freely faster and faster. It was beating a rhythm on the blanket that covered me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop at 10, but I felt Sandy's hand on top of the covers halting my march toward the promised land.

"Stop, stop, now it's my turn" she hissed.

"I'm taking my underpants off" she said. I felt her stand up and her slide them off and then she was kneeling next to me, her face close to mine.

"OK," she whispered, I'm doing it now" and she started counting as I heard her hand making very slippery sounds.

I could hear her as she gasped out the numbers and when she reached ten she whimpered and said, "I'm so close to creaming all over like a slut."

She reached under the covers. I felt her soft hand on my rigid cock and I heard her gasp as she resumed masturbating herself.

Across the room, we heard the door open, Sandy's hand froze on my shaft and then quickly withdrew.

Susan stood framed in the door wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized T shirt.

"What're you guys doing?" she asked sleepily.

Sandy was always a quicker thinker than I was, she replied, "Just talking, are you having a hard time sleeping too?"

Susan walked in and sat down next to Sandy and said, "Yeah, what are you guys talking about?"

"Just school and stuff, you know the usual"

"Well, the conversation must have gone downhill since you left the room," Suzy said quietly.

Sandy stuttered, "I, I don't know what you're talking about." Even in the darkened room, I could feel her face flushing.

"Let me spell it out for you," Suzy said in the same quiet voice, "I woke up just a little while before you came in here, you were talking about looking at each other and how you weren't perverts. The last thing I heard was you really weren't going to do anything to each other and you've been gone for over a half-hour. What gives?"

"Nothing," Sandy lied, "I let Rick look at me, I looked at him, then he got into bed and we've been talking ever since."

"Talking about what?" Suzy said in the same dead pan voice.

"You know, stuff." Sandra said.

"I'll bet you were talking about sex" Suzy said.

"Well, yes, some," Sandy replied.

"After so long, I just came over to make sure that talking was all you guys were doing was, I didn't want things to get out of hand."

"We were just talking" Sandy said, somewhat sulkily.

"How about you Rick," Suzy said, "Have you been stricken speechless?"

"No," I croaked, "It's like Sandra said, we've just been sitting here talking." My hard on, by now was just a distant memory and I knew that the giant orgasm I had been approaching was going to be a non-event. Despite any games they might play in private, Suzy seemed to mean business.

We sat for a minute or two in the darkness and then Suzy said, "Rick, did you really have fantasies about us sunbathing?"

Sandy cleared her throat and said, "It sounds like you were listening for a little longer that you said."

"I was," Suzy said, "It sounded like you guys were both going to be over here screwing like a couple of perverts, I mean the conversation was pretty leading, don't you think?"

"We weren't over here screwing," Sandra said angrily.

"I mean," Suzy continued, "I can understand talking dirty and even getting turned on. When Rick admitted to masturbating over me, I felt like….well, really aroused."

"Well, maybe we got a little carried away," Sandy said, "but we certainly weren't over here fucking"

"Well, what were you doing?" Suzy said, "The truth this time."

I cleared my throat and said, "We were masturbating, Sandy let me look at her and we were taking turns masturbating." Underneath the covers, my long lost boner began to revive itself.

"That's better," Suzy said, "Everyone does it once in a while and I guess there's nothing wrong if you guys want to do it together, but someone should watch to see that things don't get out of hand."

Suzy shifted her position slightly and continued, "I mean if Rick is imagining me rubbing oil all over my breasts while I watch him stroke his dick; that's just hot. It seems kind of stupid for me to be laying in bed alone rubbing my vagina while I imagine him watching me, don't you think so?"

Suzy continued, her voice becoming husky, "I think you guys should go on and finish what you started, I'll just stay to make sure that things don't get carried away."

There was an awkward silence, neither Sandy or I knew what to say to her offer, finally Sandy said, "What, you want to supervise us?"

"Sort of," Suzy replied, "I could tell you each where to sit and how long to do it and make sure that nothing bad happened."

By now it was becoming apparent that Suzy had entered the room as aroused as we both were, she just wasn't willing to be honest with herself about her feelings. I was willing to bet that if the lights had been on, I would have seen a flushed and very aroused young woman in front of me pretending to be some kind of sexual life-guard.

"OK," Sandy said, "What do you want us to do?"

"First, I want to talk to each of you alone in the bathroom for a minute, so I can make sure you aren't too aroused to follow instructions and then we can work together to get you both off without Rick sliding his stiff dick anywhere it shouldn't go."

Suzy stood up and said, "You first, Sandy."

They walked into the attached bathroom and shut the door, under the door, I saw the light come on. Under the covers, I gingerly touched my aching boner and wondered if I would ever really get the relief I craved with all my heart. My hand began to move up and down. The light under the door went out. The door opened and Sandra emerged and said, "Go on in, I'll wait for you two, don't take too long or I'll start without you." As I approached the door Sandra said, "Hey, I really mean that part about starting without you."

I stepped inside and shut the door. I started to grope for the light when I heard Suzy say, "Leave the light off for just now.

In the darkness, I heard her voice, "Are you naked?"

"I've got a T shirt on."

"Take it off"

I pulled the shirt over my head and as I did, I felt her approach me.

"Do you really think about me when you're jacking off."

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"Have you ever thought about kissing me?"

Before I had a chance to answer, her arms went around my neck and I felt her soft lips on mine. Our mouths opened and we stood kissing in the pitch blackness. She was standing on tip-toes to reach my mouth and one hand crept down and grasped my hard member

We kissed for a minute or so while she gently touched my bouncing erection, causing indescribable sensations to course through my body. Without thinking, I attempted to slip my hands inside her boxers.

She pushed me away, we were both breathing hard.

"It's not that I'm not excited," she said, gasping for breath, "It's just that someone needs to keep her head while we take care of this situation, look at me."

She reached over and flipped on the light.

It took me a second to get used to the brightness. As soon as my eyes adjusted and I was able to quit blinking, I looked at her.

She was flushed and still breathing hard, her black hair was disheveled and her nipples were outlined clearly against the fabric of the tight T shirt she was wearing. I could smell her extreme arousal in the small, close room.

She took a step closer and looking up at me, she said, "My pussy is just as wet and swollen as Sandra's." I reached toward her and she blocked my hand, "No, you don't have to check it for yourself, you'll have to take my word."

She stepped back, "The main difference between Sandy and me is that I have self discipline."

Absentmindedly she bounced my aching cock in her hand as she continued, "We're going to go out there and Sandy is going to come like a slut right in front of both of us. I have no doubt that you will squirt all over her while she's doing it. You won't care who's watching, you'll just do it."

Her bouncing was causing tingles to move over my entire body and I reflected that if she didn't stop pretty soon I would be squirting in her hand right here in the bathroom. I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to squirt as she continued, "The difference between me and you two is that I have self discipline. I would never consider coming like a common slut just because my slippery cunt it throbbing. Let it drip, I'm not a slave to my passion. When you get out there I'm going to show you how a nice girl behaves when her clitoris is throbbing and sticking out of her cunt like mine is right now. You can be sure that I will take my aching pussy back to my own bed and cream in private after you two have done what you have to."

She stopped bouncing my dick in her hand and turned the light back off. In the darkness, I heard her voice again, "We'd better get out there, If I know Sandy, she's already acting like a slut."

She opened the door and we both walked out.

The desk lamp was on and Sandy was lying in the bed covered up. Her knees were raised, her eyes were closed and from beneath the slightly moving covers, came the unmistakable sound of a slippery pussy meeting an urgent hand.

Susan made it to the bed in three strides. She pulled the covers off of Sandy who was pinching one nipple as she rubbed herself. She didn't even stop, instead she whimpered, "Please, let me finish, I'm so close."

Susan reached down and pulled Sandy's hand from her cunt. Looking at me, she said, "See what I mean, she doesn't care, she just wants to cream, no matter who's watching."

"Both of you, sit on the side of the bed" Susan ordered.

Slowly Sandy swung her legs over sat on the side of my bed, I sat down beside her. I realized that she was naked, like me. The only person in the room who was wearing anything was Suzy.

I sat beside Sandy, my hard cock sticking out and dripping clear pre sperm on my leg as we listened to Susan lecture us.

"The reason, Sandy turned on the lamp is because she is incapable of self control. She wanted us to come out here and catch her acting like the little slut she is. She wanted to be sure we knew that she was masturbating while we were in the bathroom talking.

Sandy said nothiong, but sat with her legs primly together. I imagined her as I had seen her so many times sitting in a blouse and short skirt with her legs in the same modest position. I was realizing that I would never really be able to look at her the same way in the future, when Susan spoke to her again.

"Did you want us to see you masturbating Sandra?"

"Yes," she said in a low urgent voice, thick with excitement "I can't help it, I am so horny now, I want you both to see everything."

"You wanted Rick to see you naked, didn't you?"

"Oh yes."

"Did your cunt feel good while you were playing with it Sandra?"

"Oh yes, it felt so good."

I'll bet you'd like to play with it some more, wouldn't you?"

"Please, yes."

"How about you Rick, want to jack off with Sandy here?"

I nodded

"Both of you can jack off until I tell you to stop."

I reached down and grasped my slippery dick that had been leaking fluid for some time and began to stroke it. Beside me, Sandy was making little circles in her wet pussy and whimpering. One hand went to a breast and began to cup it. My tempo picked up a little.

Susan stood watching us for a while. A bright red flush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks and I could hear her breathing becoming ragged and uneven.

Susan spoke to Sandy, "So, what are you doing Sandy?"

Sandy replied in a shaking voice, "Playing."

Susan said, a little sharply, I know you're playing, but what are you playing with?"

"I'm playing with my cunt, I'm playing with my wet slut cunt, is that what you wanted to hear?" Sandy said, her hand speeding up quite a bit.

"It excites you to talk to us while you're acting like a slut doesn't it?" Susan asked her.

"Oh yes, I want to talk about it while Rick jacks his hard cock off beside me, I want to tell Rick that I've rubbed off about him before, I've imagined him fucking me, I've wanted him to look at me....thought about it.....wanted, umm to feel so good in gront of him." Her hand moved faster and faster, she looked over at me breathing raggedly, her eyes half closed, watching my hand move faster and faster as we both moved closer to our orgasms.

Susan spoke sharply, "I think you've both gone far enough, time for a break," when we both kept stroking ourselves, she said in a louder voice, "I really mean it you guys, Stop!"

I unwillingly relinquished my grip on my cock. Beside me Sandy kept masturbating, her hand moving faster and faster, her body began to arch foreword as she approached an unmistakable orgasm. She was sobbing now and muttering, "Just a little more, oh please, just a little, don't make me stop now…."

Sandy stepped over and heartlessly pulled her hand away from her wet and swollen cunt and speaking sharply said, "I said enough!"

Sandy collapsed into a pile of disappointment as Susan spoke. "This is what I'm talking about, being a slut, being a slave to your lust, I wish you could learn from me."

Susan continued, "When I'm dripping wet and I feel I can't take another second without acting like a whore, I discipline my pussy and make it do what I want."

Pulling down her boxers for the first time, she exposed her cunt. Her pubic hair was jet black, like the hair on her head. Even from where I sat with my aching boner jutting out in front of me, I could see her swollen lips and, as a matter of fact, I could see her clit sticking out. She sort of duck walked over to us, keeping her boxers from falling down her legs until she stood in front of us and said, "See how hot and wet watching you two sluts has made my pussy?"

Sandy sat in wretched silence, squeezing her legs together. I could hear her pussy making liquid sounds as her thighs clenched and unclenched. My own cock was so hard it hurt and it stuck out in front of me as rigid as a board. We said nothing.

Susan continued speaking, "When I'm this aroused, I suppose it would be simple to rub myself until I cream like both of you are doing, I mean I know how to rub off. It's not like I don't know how to relieve my throbbing cunt."

I noticed that her voice had taken on a husky tone and she seemed to be relishing saying the dirty words as she displayed herself before us. One hand crept down and parted the swollen lips and a finger began to tease her clit.

As she played with herself, she continued speaking, "I'm not really masturbating myself like you two, I'm just showing you both that I am capable of playing with my own dripping pussy, just like a common slut."

Her voice began to become unsteady as she continued doing this in front of us, "I have to prove to you that I do think about hard cocks squirting hot come all over me," the pace of her hand increased, "I think you should know, Rick, that in the privacy of my own bed, I've thought about you over here squirting in the air, I've pictured you watching me….um doing this, squirting all over…um in my mouth….all over my tits….oh….oh, no, I can't…umm do this…if I don't stop….it feels so nice….having you both watch….makes me feel like showing off….letting you both see me….no, I can't let this happen."

She stopped and then she slapped her pussy, hard.

"I will not allow myself to be a slut in front of you"

She slapped it again,

She whimpered and slapped it again

A sob escaped her mouth as she slapped it again

Then a series of light slaps and another whimper.

A hard slap and then she was desperately rubbing herself again, her hand moving almost in a blur. With a choking sob, she pulled her hand away, turned her back to us and inhaled a shuddering breath.

A moment later, she regained her composure and turned to face us. She pulled her boxers up and in a shaking voice said, "I hope you don't think for a single second that I was going to let myself cream in front of a couple of perverts like you both."

We said nothing. Sandy was still flexing and unflexing her thighs and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. As I watched a drop of pre come emerged from the top and rolled down the shaft, which was already shiny from my extreme excitement.

Susan spoke again. "Rick, there may be some hope for you. At least you had enough self control to stop stroking your dick when I said to, as for Sandy, she'd do anything just to bury her fingers in her cunt, isn't that right Sandy?"

Sandy looked up at her diminutive sister and nodded.

"Tell us what you'd do for permission to act like a slut again."

In a pleading voice, Sandy replied "I'd do anything, please let us do it for a while, I promise I won't cream without permission."

Susan seemed to consider her statement and then said, "What kind of things would you do?"

"Anything at all, anything you say, please let me, just for a minute."

"Would you suck Rick's cock?"

"Oh yes, I will if you want."

"Would you let Rick fuck you?"

"Oh, yes, fuck me please."

"Would you lick my cunt?"

"Anything," Sandra moaned, "As long as I can rub off while I'm doing it."

Susan turned to me and said, "You see what I mean, no self control whatsoever."

Turning to Sandy, Susan said, "Go ahead girlfriend, go for it." She gestured for me to stand with her. I got up and stood next to Susan, her arm went around my waist as we watched Sandra sitting on the bed masturbating, so intent on her own arousal that we both might as well have not been in the room with her.

I noticed that Susan's other hand had disappeared into her boxers and was making slow circling motions under the material. Taking the hint, I resumed slowly and very gingerly stroking my engorged member. I twined my other hand around her waist.

Susan spoke sharply, "Sandra, it's time to make good on your promises."

Sandy looked up at us, one hand still stroking her lust slick pussy, the other cupping a breast, "What promise?" she gasped.

"Get down on your knees and suck Rick's dick."

Without hesitation, she got off the bed and knelt before me, still rubbing.

Susan whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my neck, "Don't you dare let her make you come." I nodded and Sandy's warm and wet mouth closed over my rigid cock and began sliding up and down, up and down. Sandy groaned as she sucked me and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. Remembering Susan's warning, I told her to stop, but she ignored me and started sucking with increased vigor, masturbating as she did.

Susan reached over and pulled her off me by grabbing her hair. Sandy backed away looking surprised.

"Didn't you hear him tell you to stop Slut girl?" Susan asked

Sandy said nothing, kneeling in front of us her hand busy between her legs.

"Never mind," Susan said, pulling her boxers off, this time letting them fall to the floor, she gestured at her pussy and Sandy moved over and started to lick her. As Sandy was licking her, she removed her arm from around my waist and peeled off her T shirt revealing a lovely pair of rounded breasts with the hardest nipples I have ever seen before or since.