Bridget

Still, I had to consider the fact that as of only a couple of hours ago, I now had two beautiful women in my life to think of. I've beaten it home that I would watch over the two of them like a hawk...so being cautious wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wouldn't let fear rule my life, by any means...but I had "precious cargo" to defend.

I finally spat out the last of the toothpaste in my mouth before picking up the pink cup Bridget kept next to the sink and filling it with water. I took a swig and swished it around in my mouth before spitting it back out. I then took one more drink and swallowed the fresh water. It was incredible how good water from a normal faucet was as opposed to that from a motel or even plain bottles. It was so nice to be in the comfort of a regular house again.

I set the cup down and flicked the light off. I then opened the door and took a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway. Anything could have awaited me in that bedroom from two horny women ready to let me have my way with them to two weary females who were out cold and already fast asleep after the exciting events of the day. I had no idea what to expect, so I did my best to prepare for anything. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that the door was open a crack and I could hear whispers coming from the darkness behind it...

"Knock, knock?" I spoke like a true moron as I entered the bedroom obscured in blackness. There was the slightest bit of moonlight filtering in through the window above Bridget's bed...but it was hardly enough to see what was going on.

"Oh! Hey, Marcus!" I heard Bridget call out in a voice that was far too energetic for how late it was and considering the eventful day she had been a part of. "We've been waiting for you! Come on over and join us!" I then heard her slam her hand down on the mattress a few times as she beckoned me.

I could see the outline of the bed without much of a problem and even make out the girls upon it. It looked like they had the covers pulled up and were both sitting up on their elbows a bit. Most of their bodies were covered, but from what I could tell, it looked like they each had straps on their shoulders; meaning they were either wearing tank tops or just bras. My body trembled at the thought of either outcome as I imagined being sandwiched between them since they had left the middle open for me.

"Holy hell," I suddenly heard Ashlee murmur as I crawled across the middle of the mattress while trying not to disrupt what either of the women had going on. "Seeing Marcus Veovin in nothing but a pair of boxers certainly brings back some memories!"

Bridget giggled in response.

I finally plopped down right in the middle and tried my best to get under the covers without making a mess of things. I wondered if the moonlight had made the bulge in my boxers readily evident to either female.

After collapsing on my back and doing my best to get comfortable, I let out a sigh of relief as Bridget asked me, "All snuggled up?" She gazed down at me with a huge grin on her face.

"Sure am!" I answered with the same energy she exerted. I thanked her for her kindness.

Ashlee then rolled over and placed a hand on one of my pecks under the blanket. I could also feel one of her covered breasts against my chest as she also leaned over me and asked, "Do you mind if I cuddle you, Marcus? It's been quite some time..."

I placed my right arm around her and pulled her close. I then kissed her forehead before telling her, "I wouldn't have it any other way!" As I listened to her breathing accelerate, I could tell how happy she was...and I was elated to know that I had been the reason for it. I felt that I owed the wonderful woman so much after so many years apart.

Of course, I wasn't about to forget about my newest friend. I reached over with my left hand and also wrapped an arm around Bridget in order to pull her in close. I felt like the luckiest man in the world as I cozied up with two of the most glorious beings on the face of the planet. It didn't take more than a few seconds for me to feel even more blessed when I felt their legs begin to overlap mine below...and when Ashlee's right thigh bumped into my boner...

"Oh!" The gothic chick called out when she realized what she had struck. "I'm so sorry, Marcus! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

In all truthfulness, the accidental impact actually caused further arousal to my already proliferated penis. I simply laughed while pulling Ashlee in closer and telling her, "You could never hurt me, Ashlee!" I gave her another sweet peck on the forehead before turning and doing the same to Bridget.

The beautiful brunette to my left nuzzled her head against my neck and chest as I heard her exclaim, "Had you told me a week ago that I would've had the man of my dreams in my bed with me, I never would've believed it...but then if you had told me I would've allowed another woman to be right next to him...!" She couldn't help but laugh after speaking her last piece.

"Thank you so much for sharing him and giving me this moment, Bridget," Ashlee earnestly told our gracious hostess. "You have no idea what it means to me to have finally found him after all these years..."

"Trust me when I say this, Ashlee," the bountiful brunette spoke up as she ran a hand over my chest and abs, "I understand you completely!"

I still felt like I was dreaming. Lying in bed with two of the most wonderful women I had ever known while they spoke so highly of me? It felt like it had to be an illusion or something of the sort. I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I would open them to find that I was in some dingy hotel room while still tracking Nick. I was terrified that the moment would end and be nothing more than a cheap dream sequence at the end of a crappy movie.

Ashlee's labored breathing became heavier in my right ear as I felt the hand she had so firmly planted on my chest begin working its way downward. It gingerly glided across my abs, and when it reached the elastic of my boxers, I'm fairly certain I heard a high-pitched peep escape her lips. I then felt the tips of her fingers wriggle beneath the band and begin dancing their way downward. When they rested in my pubes right above the base of my root, she suddenly asked, "Marcus...may I...?"

She didn't have to ask...because my penis began to swell so much that it practically willed itself into her waiting grasp by growing harder in that very instant. I let out a grunt upon feeling her fingers clasp around my manhood for the first time in almost twenty years. I was somewhat surprised I didn't lose it right then and there.

Upon hearing the guttural groans coming from me, Ashlee started moaning immediately. Her body began to squirm next to mine as her excitement reached an entirely new level. She became so immersed in what was happening that her grip tightened and she started jerking on me rather roughly. I decided to simply grin and bear it since I didn't want her easing up. It had been far too long...

Bridget obviously took note of what was going on and didn't want to be left out of the fun. Her head started to hover over mine as she lowered it so she could stick her tongue down my throat. We began amorously kissing as Ashlee huffed and heaved below us. I did my utmost best to not bite down too hard on the brunette's lower lip when I suddenly felt the blankets fly back and Ashlee's lips lock around my cock down below.

It became abundantly clear that this night was going to quickly become the best one of my life. I knew that no matter how old I lived to be, I was never going to forget a second of what was transpiring. If my brain needed to make room for these memories, I was willing to forget every happy moment from my childhood in order to make the required space. This was going to be amazing...

The kiss between Bridget and I became quite sloppy as we hungered for one another, but listening to Ashlee wolf down my meat was insanely hot. It was one of the loudest and sexiest sounds I had ever heard, and she wasn't holding back in the least. It was one thing to enjoy a sensual kiss or even feel the stimulation of a blowjob, but feeling them at the same time...

The gothic babe finally came up for air and brushed her hair out of her face. She didn't want to interrupt what Bridget and I had going on, but she couldn't help but say, "It's been too fucking long, Marcus! Do you care if I..."

"Ride him, Ashlee!" Bridget giggled as she peered down at the raven-tressed stunner. "I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"

Even through the darkness, I could see the goth chick looking in my direction as if she wanted the answer from me instead of the woman hovering over me. I gave her exactly what she desired by smiling and nodding.

Ashlee was more excited than a thirty-year-old virgin at one of her concerts. She stood up on the mattress and whipped off the panties that Bridget had loaned to her. She then straddled me and quickly descended so I could enter her. She fumbled about in the semidarkness until locating my rigid cock and guiding it toward her moist pussy.

The first and only time Ashlee and I had ever made love, I had a little trouble entering her because she had been so tight. That was a memory I still carried with me to this day, and as she tried to mount me again, we had a bit of the same problem.

"What's the matter, girl?" Bridget asked since she could tell that Ashlee didn't have me inserted yet. "Should I turn on the lights?"

"It's...okay," the gothic stunner squawked as she desperately tried to mount me. "I'm just a little...tight down there."

I turned to glance up at Bridget as Ashlee kept trying to pop me in her. I then told the beautiful brunette, "The first time Ashlee and I made love, we had a little trouble...well, you know!" I hoped that telling Bridget about the personal memory between Ashlee and I wouldn't embarrass my raven-haired friend.

"Hey!" The gothic beauty called out. "It's been a while since I've had sex, okay? My virginity has practically grown back!"

I think Bridget found it a little hard to believe that a hot rocker who traveled the world as part of band who played in the nude would have trouble finding men to bed. I'm sure the bountiful brunette figured it wouldn't be too much to ask since we had come this far, so she shouted, "Damn, girl! How long has it been?"

There was silence as Ashlee squatted over me.

I was speechless as well. The fact that she said nothing was all I needed to hear. Was it true that Ashlee missed me so much that she hadn't let another man touch her in all that time...?

I couldn't have felt like a bigger heel if I had burned down an orphanage on the coldest night of winter. I had known that I meant a lot to Ashlee, but could it be true that she had never been able to move on after our relationship? If that was indeed the case...

After gently moving Bridget back a bit, I sat up so I was closer to the exposed gothic babe. I placed my hands on her shoulders and lovingly rubbed them. I then gave her a quick kiss and told her, "Why don't you lie down, Ashlee? We'll try this from an easier angle."

The raven-tressed beauty nodded and repositioned herself on the foot of the bed in a supine position. Even though it was quite dark, I could see her visibly shaking. I knew she was nervous as she spread herself apart for me.

"Hey," I spoke up before I attempted to insert myself in her. "For old time's sake, could we maybe pretend something for a minute?"

I'm sure Bridget was confused as she sat behind me and listened to Ashlee giggle, "Pretend, Marcus? Aren't we a little old for pretending?"

"Not this," I said with a sly smile as I positioned myself over the dark-haired woman's perfect pussy. I lowered my head closer to it while glancing up to her face as she lifted her head enough to make eye contact with me. I then told her, "Why don't you pretend that the two of us just had a wrestling match...and you won."

The very fact that I remembered the time the two of us had wrestled each other's clothes off in her basement made Ashlee gush. Her knees started to shudder as her vagina quaked in glee before me. I saw her mouth drop open in awe right before I buried my face in her pink.

Bridget crawled over and started to watch the two of us as I ate the gothic babe out. I think she was highly intrigued as she watched Ashlee convulse and squirm about.

I did everything I could to focus on the black-haired beauty's body language and energy. I'm not an expert when it comes to cunnilingus, but I knew that I had to let my wonderful partner set the rhythm. I didn't want to force the pace, and I certainly wanted Ashlee to feel like she was in control. I paid attention to her each and every detail as I located her clitoris and felt her push her hips toward my face. I was definitely on the right track.

Once Ashlee was sopping wet, I raised my head and glanced down at her as I asked if it would be okay if I tried entering her again. She was so caught up in the moment that she couldn't speak in words, and after she tried multiple times and could only squeal, she finally just nodded. I informed her I would take it nice and slow, and if for any reason she felt discomfort, I wanted her to let me know with either a verbal command or by waving her arms.

Bridget shoved a hand down her panties and started fingering herself as she watched me place the head of my cock against Ashlee's labia. I could hear the gothic babe panting and wheezing in anticipation, and when we successfully broke through the barrier, she pushed her head back on the bed and let out a wail that more than likely woke Bridget's neighbors.

"Oooh, fuck!" The buxom brunette called out upon seeing what had happened. From the sounds of her excitement, it was almost as if I had shoved my dick inside her instead of Ashlee.

"Are you all right, Ashlee?" I asked as I leaned over her and placed a hand on her right cheek. "Am I hurting you?"

The dark-haired vixen was finally able to look me in the eyes again as she smiled through the stimulation she felt coursing through her body. She laughed while reminding me, "What did we tell you about stopping right in the middle of ravaging us to check on us, Marcus?"

I couldn't help but chuckle as I began thrusting forward. With each movement I made, I felt Ashlee's body shudder beneath my touch. I probably went back and forth no more than five times before she was completely lost in the moment. Someone could've walked in and offered her all the riches in the world, and she wouldn't have been coherent enough to accept.

"Fucking right, Marcus!" Bridget called out as she watched me rail the black-haired beauty. She ferociously rubbed her genitalia as she watched me pop Ashlee's tits out of the bra covering them. I'm fairly certain she started disrobing when I leaned forward and started chewing on the pointy, pink nipples of the woman below me.

"Oh, shit...oh, shit!" Ashlee repeated over and over again. She took everything I had to offer before screeching, "Pull out! Pull out!"

I immediately withdrew my dick from her since I thought I had maybe hurt her in some way. I was about to ask if there was something I could do to help her...when her pussy suddenly erupted like a geyser and she squirted with so much power that she almost hit the ceiling. I was drenched in her womanly fluids as Bridget watched in awe.

Ashlee shrieked as her body convulsed and another blast followed the first. A third, less powerful one trailed that, and then a final, potent burst that came firing out like it was being fired from a high-powered hose struck me head-on. I was dripping in Ashlee's juices.

"Holy shit!" Bridget shouted as she gawked at what had just happened. "Wow! Just...WOW!"

I placed my hands on my chest and felt like I had just stepped out of the shower. It was almost as if a cork had been pulled out of a wine bottle...or maybe it would make more sense to compare it to a dam bursting. Whatever way I sliced it, I had been drenched from head to toe.

When Ashlee had her body back under control, she sat up and profusely apologized for what she had done. She thought I would be upset with what she had been unable to control...but she should've known me better than that.

I grabbed onto the dark-haired woman's head and pulled her close as I gave her a compelling kiss in order to convince her that I had simply adored what she had done. As I did so, I could hear Bridget energetically laughing as she praised Ashlee's squirting prowess. "Holy shit, Ashlee! That was fucking incredible! You'd have a job at the Treasure Chest in a heartbeat if you showed that off every night! Hell, if your friends can do that, the Squirting Pussies is definitely an appropriate name for your group!"

I finally released Ashlee from our kiss and smiled since Bridget's words had made me laughing. I then looked the woman I was holding dead in the eyes as I told her, "Bridget was absolutely right, you know: You're fucking incredible. You're just as astonishing as you were two decades ago. I could fuck you all night."

Tears started to form in Ashlee's eyes as she grasped my wrists. Her lips quivered and she was trying to find the words to speak with. She didn't need them since I could see her feelings in her dark brown eyes thanks to the moonlight shining in on her face. I could tell that she was thanking me for this moment. I also knew that she could tell just by looking at me that she was the only thing that mattered to me in that moment of time.

"It's my turn!" Bridget then called out as she plopped down on the bed with her smooth legs spread apart. "There's no way I can see that and not get a turn!"

Ashlee finally let out a soft laugh after hearing the brunette's glee. I knew she wanted more, but she wanted to share me with the woman who had allowed the two of us to be together again. She would be good with watching for a few minutes.

I turned to face the amber-eyed beauty and walked closer to her on my knees. I could see that the panties she had been wearing were gone, and even though she still had her bra on, she had popped her tits out for me. I recalled just how amazing it had been to nail her multiple times earlier in the day, so I was ready to rip into that extraordinary pussy yet again. I was about to do just that...when I decided I wanted to do something else first.

Bridget was about to question me, but she instead started laughing as I pulled her legs down and tottered over her body. I then positioned myself just right so I could plop my meat down between her massive breasts...and then I started running it back and forth in the valley created by her mountainous bosoms. As I did so, she giggled in delight while pressing the mighty tits together and crushing my wiener between them. I let out a sigh of satisfaction to let her know how unbelievably grand it felt.

While Ashlee viewed the steamy action, she reached behind herself and unfastened the bra our gracious hostess had loaned her. She then pulled the straps off her arms and threw it across the room as she crawled over and watched the action unfold from a front row seat. She also pressed her tits together while watching my pecker slide between the copious boobies.

As I titty-banged the beauteous brunette, she lifted her head as much as she could and opened her mouth. She was trying to present me with a target in which to aim for, so with each pass I made, I tried to push myself forward a little more. It seemed like I succeeded with every other thrust and managed to get at least an inch or two of my dick in her oral orifice each time.

"Fuck, yeah," Ashlee moaned as she watched and inched closer. She continued to squish her melons together before deciding to waddle over behind me so she could press her chest against my back and reach around to run her hands over my pectorals as I went to work. She could feel the wetness she had soaked me in still on my torso.