Bosom Buddies Ch. 03

Her hips squirmed back and forth, and I grew more and more adventurous, teasingly tugging at her labia with my lips. I raised my hands and squeezed her perfectly round ass, hovering right above my head.

After that initial shock of pleasure, Stephanie took a deep breath and went back to work, lowering herself down to inhale my cock, smushing her tits against my belly in the process. I felt Elizabeth's mouth move lower to make room, happily licking and sucking on my sensitive balls.

It was stimulation overload. I groaned loudly, finding it more and more difficult to hold back my pending climax.

Stephanie was getting close, too. She began rhythmically humping my face and I responded to her increased activity with powerful licks to her clit. Having two girls slurping on my junk made concentrating on Stephanie increasingly difficult, and I could tell from Stephanie's stilting sucking that she was likewise having trouble staying focused. But we both powered through the pleasure and picked up the pace, our ecstatic moans muffled by each other's bodies.

Stephanie shifted her weight on me enough to powerfully grab at her own tit, tweaking her nipple as far as she could. In my periphery, I could vaguely make out the image of Elizabeth's dark hair bobbing dutifully between my legs.

In a moment of inspiration, I released one of Steph's ass cheeks and wiggled a pair of fingers up inside her slippery wet twat as I latched my mouth onto her clit--

Oh man, did she ever cum. She wrenched her lips off of my cock and howled in pleasure at the moon. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Her pelvis spasmed against my mouth.

Seeing my poor desperate penis suddenly unattended, Elizabeth released my balls and leapt at the main course. She devoured me with her warm mouth and sucked like a vacuum.

It was too much for me to bear any longer. I wrapped my arms around Stephanie, squeezed those glorious tits--

And blasted my load into sweet little Elizabeth's mouth. She reflexively released me--cold feet, I guess--which meant my next blast splattered across her face.

Still delirious in the throes of her own orgasm, Stephanie attacked the spurting cock in front of her, slurping and swallowing every sticky drop that poured out of me. For a moment, Elizabeth was undecided what to do with her mouthful of cum, but after seeing Stephanie's example she went ahead and swallowed it like a champ.

Not even realizing what she was doing, Stephanie leaned forward and licked my gooey white cream off her beautiful friend's face. She was a fiend for the stuff.

Spots danced in my vision and every inch of my body tingled with electricity.

After a minute, Stephanie and I came down from our blissful high to find Elizabeth giggling uncontrollably: "I can't believe we just did that! My whole life, nobody ever even touched me, and then, all of a sudden—and I can't believe I actually came from him just touching my boobs! That was awesome!"

"Sweetie," Stephanie cooed to her friend, "You have GOT to let him try to this oral stuff on you. It's never felt anything like that when I touch myself; it was a whole 'nother level."

"Oh man, wow girls," I added lamely, "That was just... wow." Not exactly the most debonair of comments, but in my defense my brain was pretty much drained of blood at that moment.

The three of us snuggled up together in a mess of happy, sweaty bodies. We spent the next few hours relaxing together, exchanging sweet little kisses and softly grazing our hands across naked skin. I took turns spooning each of the girls, my recently relieved dick resting comfortably in the crease between their smooth ass cheeks while the other girl pressed her bare 34DD tits into my back and caressed my butt.

It was a perfect night, just lying there with the two of them and chatting excitedly about our recent escapade. There was no pressure, no fears, no weirdness, and no performance anxiety. We were all such great friends it was just easy. Exhausted, we agreed that we had been idiots for not doing this before and drifted off to some seriously sexy dreams.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on and a naked goddess on my arm. Faint moonlight shone through my window blinds, warping stripes of illumination around Elizabeth's every voluptuous curve.

I discreetly slipped off the bed, grabbed a pair of boxers, then headed downstairs to get a glass of water and see where Stephanie had disappeared to. I found her sitting on my couch, in the dark, all by herself. She jumped a bit at the sound of my footsteps on the stairs.

"Hey, it's just me," I whispered. Stephanie was dressed in one of my T-shirts, but with her being a scant few inches shorter than me it barely covered her up. The braless breasts beneath swung nicely when she turned towards me.

"Sorry," she said, "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Too much on my mind. Tonight was amazing, but it's kind of a lot to take in. And I don't just mean what happened with you, I mean everything with Elizabeth, too. She was always so innocent! I took it upon myself to shelter her from things like this. Now that's all over, and I just can't wrap my head around the fact that we... well, that we basically had a threesome with you."

As I got a bit closer, I could see that her eyes were watering up. "Elizabeth will be fine," I assured her. "I think she did exactly what she wanted to." I sat down on the couch beside her and pulled her into a big, safe hug.

"I know, it's not that. I'm happy for her. For all of us. It's just a really big, really sudden change to how I thought things were."

"Nothing's changing," I promised, "We were all great friends before tonight, and we'll all be great friends in the morning. The only thing that's changed is how a bunch of this sex stuff; these things that were freaking us all out because we'd never tried them before; suddenly they don't have to be scary anymore. Like for example, before I went down on you tonight, I had no idea whether I would even like that. How it would taste, whether I'd be any good at it, all kinds of stuff. Now I'm not nervous about it anymore. I know what it's like, and I know I want more."

She lifted her eyes to meet mine and I kissed her. As her soft face pressed against mine, I felt her tears on my cheeks. "I'm not scared of it anymore," she panted, taking a moment to wipe away the moisture beneath her eyes. "I'm not scared of any of it when I'm with you."

We kept kissing in the moonlight for what felt like hours. I loved the feel of her warm body in my arms, the caress of her lips against mine. It felt reassuring; reminded me I was really there. She climbed onto my lap, her palms caressing my chest as she settled her bare pussy down onto me, the thin cotton of my boxers all that stood between us.

I could feel her warm wetness seeping through the material as we kissed, our pelvises involuntarily rocking against each other. With each slow, agonizing movement, my erection slid further and further out of my fly, the shaft rubbing directly against the her slippery outer lips. Skin on skin.

Stephanie moaned into my mouth as we slowly ground out genitals together. Her body penned my dick down to my pelvis, meaning I couldn't penetrate her. But that hot, sopping wet pussy felt incredible as it glided up and down my rigid length. I rolled my hips forward, grinding my swollen cockhead against her clit. My arousal was unbearable, but it was unbearable in the best way possible.

Then she said the magic words: "I want--I want you inside me." The sentence a guy spends his whole adolescence waiting to hear. "It's okay," she hurriedly added, "I'm on the pill." Good thing too, because I'm not sure either of us would have been able to stop at that point anyway.

Without further ado, I grabbed the T-shirt she had stolen from me and pulled it over her head, drinking in the sight of her enormous naked breasts in the moonlight. I rolled our bodies down to the couch cushions, her lying comfortably on her back, me on top. Steph's hands impatiently reached up and pulled my boxers down around my knees, letting my cock spring free mere inches above her nubile young body.

We waited one final moment, looking deeply into each other's eyes for confirmation—

I nudged my tip inside her delicate folds. Stephanie let out a sudden gasp at the sensation. I could feel her heart beating wildly through her breast. I froze for a second, worried I'd hurt her, but then I felt her pelvis pushing forward to take up the slack, drawing me in deeper. I matched her speed, wanting to keep her first time as comfortable as possible, feeling every blissful millimeter of progress.

Our mouths found each other, kissing tenderly. Hands caressing faces. Sharing something extraordinary with each other. Then, far more easily than either of us expected, I was all the way inside. I'd heard so many urban legends and horror stories about the pain of a girl's first time, but it simply wasn't an issue for Stephanie. We both glanced down to see that I had bottomed out and she let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God! I was so scared it would hurt!"

"Me too!" I laughed and held her close, still disbelieving that I was really inside her. I kissed away the fresh tears on her cheeks and she looked me in the eyes, earnestly suggesting, "Let's keep going."

Stephanie's hot, tight wetness squeezed around me, stimulating every cell of my penis as I slowly pulled out and then slid back home. I had come twice tonight, but that was hours ago, and I knew almost immediately that I wouldn't be going for a world record here. This felt way too good.

She arched her back, rubbing her erect nipples up against my chest. Her eyes rolled back in a trance of pleasure and I knew we were both getting close. Soft, adorable meows of happiness came out of her with every quickening breath—God, it sounded sexy--

Steph sucked my finger into her mouth and that was all I could take. There was no holding back, so I just let myself go and emptied everything I had into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit as I came. Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt every muscle of my lover's body tense around me, heard her breath catch in her throat, felt her fingers' death grip on my ass--

Then she relaxed beneath me, recovering from a very different orgasm than the "howling at the moon" one I had given her with my mouth a few hours ago. It was marvelous to witness: just as intense, but in a quiet, intimate way.

We collapsed together, recovering. I thought about what to say to her. What is a guy supposed to say in this situation? "Thank you?" A million possible phrases ran through my head. Cliches, things I'd heard in movies, read in books... None of it was real or right for the moment. Then I realized that the way I held her in my arms said all that I needed to, and I shut my mouth.

She rolled on top of me, her big breasts spilling out across my chest. That was the last image I can remember before we fell asleep.

............................

"Did it hurt?" I heard Elizabeth ask.

My eyes hadn't yet opened, but my brain was just alert enough to make out what the girls were whispering in the kitchen. Curious, I decided to feign sleep for another few moments.

"No, not really," Steph answered, "but I was super horny. If I hadn't been so turned on I think it probably would have hurt a lot more."

"Was it weird? I mean, doing it with Ian? Do you feel weird now?"

"I dunno! I don't think so. It wasn't like before, with the three of us. That was just, like, pure fun. When he was actually inside me, it felt more--I don't know, it's hard to put into words. It felt more special, I guess."

I felt a warm bolt of energy in my blood. She was special. She was my special girl. My first ever--well, my first ever everything, practically. We were more than friends now, I knew it in my heart. And I was sure she knew it too. A nagging voice in my head cautioned that I was getting carried away, but I quickly shoved it aside. Whatever emotion I was feeling for Stephanie at that moment, be it love or something more elusive, was the best feeling of my life. I didn't care what it meant.

"So," Elizabeth pressed hesitantly, "will you be wanting me to leave him alone, for the time being?"

"No way, sweetie! Not after seeing how much fun you had with him last night. I think it's great that we have a friend like Ian we can try this stuff out on without it being scary. Plus it was sorta sexy watching him play with you."

Elizabeth giggled, "Yeah, I liked watching you, too. I don't mean I liked it in a 'Talia' way, obviously. But in like--maybe like that time we all watched Amy's porno movie?"

Then they started talking about that porn, then funny porn they had seen online, then funny cat videos they had seen online. There was clearly nothing further to be gained by pretending to sleep.

Trying to be discreet, I "woke up" and waved at the two girls, conspiring in the kitchen. While I was still completely nude, they had been awake long enough to shower and slip back into the change of clothes they had brought yesterday. Both had their hair up in simple ponytails and no makeup.

Ever since that day, I've always found it incredibly sexy seeing a girl before she's done her morning ritual. Maybe because it's a sign of how comfortable she feels around me; willing to let me see her without any concealer or cosmetic distractions. Emotional stimuli trumps purely physical stimuli every time, in my book.

Both beauties gave me naughty, knowing smiles, quite obviously checking out the morning wood I was sporting. Elizabeth teasingly chided me, "Good morning, mister guy-who-left-me-alone-and-naked-in-bed-last-night."

I blushed, "Sorry Liz, I went downstairs to see what had happened to Stephanie and we—uh--talked."

Both girls burst out laughing at my choice of words. I promised Elizabeth I would make it up to her by fixing breakfast and went into the bathroom to do my thing. I took a quick shower, brushed the morning taste off my teeth, slipped on some clothes, and rejoined the two young women in my kitchen.

Since we had burned a lot of calories the previous night, I went the extra mile with breakfast: spinach omelets, hot tea with honey, sliced grapefruit, and lemon zest pancakes. I'm no chef, but I can typically put a smile on someone's face when I really put effort into a meal. I'd cooked for all five of my female buddies a few times in the past and they all considered it a special treat. This morning the three of us wolfed down the food.

Stephanie popped the last bite of pancake into her mouth and commented that it was her new favorite type of pancake, even better than her little sister's "chocolate chip" recipe.

Elizabeth's face brightened at the word "chocolate."

"I just remembered!" she laughed. "We never made s'mores last night! I brought everything for them, but with everything that happened we forgot about it!"

Me and Stephanie were a bit taken aback by her sudden, extreme enthusiasm. I guess the girl was really craving s'mores, because she didn't let the matter drop until I had a fire going in the fireplace and we were roasting marshmallows.

I felt a prickling of sweat on the back of my neck and thought to myself, this is why you don't make s'mores during the day. I was just glad it was still pretty early, and we weren't experiencing the full fury of the California sun, coupled with the heat from the fire. Still, not wanting to spoil the fun with a lot of complaining, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the girls' company.

"It's kind of hot," Elizabeth observed, reading my mind. "Maybe we should just take off our shirts."

So that was why she was so anxious to make S'mores. I stifled a laugh at the obviousness of her ploy and pulled off my shirt with exaggerated relief:

"Ahh, so much better."

Seeing that I was playing along with her little game, Elizabeth followed my lead, tugging off her tank top to reveal her 34DDs contained within a plain beige bra. Not the flashiest of lingerie, but there was no bra on earth that could make the enormous tits on that tiny girl look less than jaw-dropping.

Steph went next, revealing her curvaceous chest encased in a lacy green demi bra.

"Now my jeans are too hot!" Elizabeth sighed with mock sadness, peeling her jeans down past those Boticelli hips and over her juicy ass. Her bikini underwear was nearly transparent, and the shadow of the dark curls beneath brought me to full hardness before her pants even touched the ground.

Steph and I took our pants off as well, looking to our friend for the next move. "Okay, I think I'm good now," Liz said. I made a pouty face at that, prompting her to add, "Except my boobs are getting all sweaty in this fucking bra!"

She tossed her bra at me and I openly stared. Another bra landed in my lap and I looked over to see that Stephanie was also topless. I quietly whispered my thanks to the universe that had allowed this to happen.

Elizabeth continued to play innocent, skewering two marshmallows on a stick and leaning towards the fire, her breasts swaying as she roasted her treat. She glanced back over her shoulder and asked, "Stephanie, would you like the first one?"

Stephanie nodded, disarmed by the teasing tone of her friend's voice. Elizabeth took the marshmallows away from the fire and poked them with her finger, testing the temperature of their molten gooey centers.

"Perfect. Except I think we should skip the graham crackers today. Too many carbs."

Steph and I both laughed. Right, marshmallow and chocolate alone is the healthy alternative.

"So..." Liz continued, crawling towards me with those breasts, "I say that we use each other as our graham crackers."

Before Stephanie could react, Liz smeared the marshmallows all over her friend's glorious chest. Stephanie shrieked in surprise, and we all burst out laughing. "It's so sticky!" she complained.

But I wasn't complaining. I launched myself at Stephanie, playfully tackling her to the ground as I greedily licked the molten marshmallow off her tits. Liz cheered victoriously; her wicked scheme had succeeded.

"Stop, that tickles! That tickles!" Stephanie played at fighting me off until my roving tongue found her nipples. At that point, her efforts to make me stop became much less convincing.

Suddenly, Liz yanked me off of Stephanie—prompting a whimper of disappointment from the stunning blonde—and forced me onto my back, lathering warm roasted marshmallows all over my chest. Yeesh, it was even stickier than I'd imagined.

Elizabeth pounced on me like a jungle cat and began licking and kissing the delicious campfire dessert off my chest with wild, exaggerated abandon.

"Revenge!" Stephanie shouted, and hurried over to join her friend in devouring me. The sight of their hungry tongues licking off that marshmallow couldn't help but fill my mind with lewd images of these two topless bombshells fiendishly slurping up another type of sticky white goop.

"Hold on, I have to get the chocolate!" Elizabeth shouted. Instead of the traditional Hershey's squares, Elizabeth had brought a jar of homemade fudge which we had microwaved until it was nicely hot and filling the house with a delicious chocolate smell. She dipped a finger into the melted chocolate--again testing the temperature--then smeared it all over me with the enthusiasm of a finger-painting preschooler.

That completed, I just laid back and enjoyed being the entree while the two of them ravenously licked me clean. When they finally finished, I looked down at the pair of minxes, whose mouths were covered in fudge like a couple of children. Their voluptuous bodies and lusting eyes were all woman, however, and I amorously pulled their faces to mine, kissing all the chocolate from their lips.