Guilty Pleasures Ch. 07

I gasped and shook my head, to see two smiling beauties, breasts speckled with my white, sticky jizz. They looked down after they saw me regain conscious thought.

"Wow, Clark," Anne mused. "You gave us quite the supply!" She drew her tongue down her chin, but couldn't quite lick the drop I had deposited there. She instead wiped it clean with her index finger.

Then she offered the finger to Carol, who just smiled and opened her mouth! Anne stuck her finger in, and Carol sucked it clean with relish, putting on a show for me. I just groaned.

Then Carol wiped a long swath of her boob clear, and offered it to Anne. She repeated the sucking performance, and I gabbled something under my breath.

Anne just cocked an eyebrow at Carol and waited. And Carol's eyes twinkled in return, she looked at me, they both looked at me, and Carol bent to lick a long strand of cum right off of Anne's delicate tit!

Holy shit, these girls were performing for me!

And Anne then returned the favor, dragging her tongue over Carol's swelling expanse, and oh so near that straining, erect nipple... I was pretty much transfixed.

No matter how hard I had come, I sure as hell wasn't going soft now! How long would this go on?

But then they both grinned and laughed at me. Anne reached for a towel nearby, but Carol wiped one more finger-full of cum to enjoy for herself. Then they both wiped themselves clean, a worthwhile watch in and of itself.

I rose unsteadily to me feet, somehow still bemused. Anne also rose, tossing the sticky towel aside. Carol followed slower, but she asked me, "So, Mister H, got any ideas?"

I had lots of ideas. So many ideas. None of them appropriate for doing with two women whose ages together did not equal my own. But I was going to suggest a few anyway!

"Bedroom?" I asked, almost tentatively.

This met with instant approval, and each grabbed one of my hands, and we were all suddenly hastening inside. Somehow I felt less terrified at the prospect of continuing this inside the house than if we stayed outside. I think it was because my mother might drop into the backyard without warning, but she always at least yelled when she entered my actual house. Where was she again? Oh yeah, she was in Tucson with her golf buddies. I was safe.

If the Pope walked in, he could go fuck himself.

We stepped into my bedroom and I turned to face the girls, placing one finger alongside my nose. Anne instantly reacted by putting her finger against her nose. Carol was confused for a second, then swore as she raised her finger.

"Too late!" I almost giggled, and seized Anne. I lifted her and tossed her on her back, full length on my bed. She definitely giggled. Someone had to be first, I reasoned.

I locked eyes with Anne as I crawled up onto the mattress after her, gliding between her legs and lifting one to start kissing my way down her thigh. I went as slow as I could, considering there was apparently a line waiting, but I soon had my lips brushing along her now completely shaven pussy. She sighed happily as I kissed my way up and down the length of her slit, letting my tongue sneak out for tiny licks as I went. As I drew my now fully extended taster slowly up the length of Anne's opening, I saw Carol's curious face lean in over Anne and stare down at my buried face. She bit her lower lip.

"Is he doing all the things, Anne?" she asked breathlessly, not taking her eyes from the intersection of my mouth and Anne's pussy.

"Not yet," Anne groaned happily, "but he's getting a good, Ohhhh... start," she yelped as I probed hard into her with my pointed tongue.

"Fuuuuuuck..." Carol sighed in fascination.

"Language..." Anne groaned.

I managed not to laugh, a feat not equalled by Carol, and I mumbled, "Fwank hew," with my tongue still inside Anne for her help on keeping things proper around here.

Carol turned swiftly and leaned over above Anne's face. "Show me what he's doing," she murmured. Then the athletic dish crawled up and lowered her groin right over Anne's face with her ass toward me!

What the fuck?

Then Anne leaned up and put her mouth right on Carol's sex, which blew my mind in so many ways. I paused, stunned.

"Go on," Carol urged Anne.

"He's stopped," Anne complained, leaning back from Carol's twat.

"Mister H, Anne can't show me what you are doing if you aren't doing it!" Carol called out, not even looking back at me, just quivering over Anne's face.

Almost without conscious thought, I pressed my tongue back into Anne, savoring her deliciousness. Anne dutifully raised her head and I caught a flash of tongue as she thrust it upward between Carol's shivering legs. I licked swiftly, once or twice, then I raised a hand above my upper lip and pressed my thumb inward atop Anne's slit, just brushing her clit softly with my thumb. Anne moaned, and she raised her hand likewise. Then Carol moaned too.

I slid up my tongue, shoving my own thumb aside to lick that delicious bud. Anne and Carol both almost shrieked in delight at nearly the same time. I licked again, and again drew similar reactions from both.

I was eating out Carol by remote control...

Well, this was too goddamned fun! I threw the kitchen sink at Anne, and by extension Carol. I probed deeply into their depths with my tongue. I pressed gently on their clits with my thumb, then moved it aside to curl my first two fingers down to rest on each side of their bud, licking the trapped clitoris.

"Oh fuck yeah," Carol moaned. "He is definitely doing all the things!"

Anne just murmured agreement, emitted a muffled, "Mmm hmmm," and then did something to Carol that was not a mirror of anything I was up to at that moment, drawing quite the reaction from the pony-tailed brunette.

Hey!

This was my little play to direct. No improvising.

I dove in even more energetically, so Anne would have no time for mysterious supplemental activity. It did not take long before both were squirming and their stomachs were undulating in impending orgasm.

Suddenly, as I flipped my tongue side to side across Anne's clit while plunging two curled fingers inside her, Carol came, loudly and with gusto. She shrieked in joy, arched her back, ground her hips down on Anne for just a second, before she dramatically collapsed to one side with a gleeful cry.

I plunged my finger deeper into Anne and sucked on her bud. She rewarded me with a titanic thrust of her hips upward and a gargling moan. I pressed my mouth home on her and she yelped again before collapsing bonelessly in front of me.

I pulled myself up onto my haunches and slid off the bed.

"Anne, what the fuck?" I shouted, almost actually mad. "How the hell could you make Carol come before I made you, and you were just doing what I was doing?"

Both of them dissolved into laughter.

"In my defense, Clark," Anne giggled. "I was distracted with my own tasks, and Carol was just along for the ride."

"I'll try to hold out longer next time," Carol said in mock contrition.

What the actual fuck? That was in no way the first time Anne had her mouth on some girl's sex. And it was not Carol's first time with a girl's tongue inside her. They were not remotely awkward enough for that, right?

"This was not your first time doing this, is it?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Damn sure is," Carol laughed.

I stared at her skeptically.

"He doesn't mean a threesome, Carol," Anne said slowly.

"Oh! Oh. Yeah, maybe not," Carol admitted.

"But, oh God! You can't tell Becca! Or Mary! Or... or anybody, please!" Anne exclaimed.

"Oh shit, no!" Carol added emphatically. "It's... we don't... we aren't..." she petered out.

"We're not lesbians," Anne said emphatically. "We've tried it. And it was fun, mostly. But we don't... you know. And we aren't that..."

"You're better at it now," Carol muttered, in spite of herself.

Anne shot her a dirty look that didn't disagree. "But it sure is a hell of a lot less strange when there is a man involved, at least for me." She looked at Carol.

"Oh God, yes," Carol agreed. "You are like permission," she told me enthusiastically.

Anne liked at her for a second. "Yeah, that is it. With you here... It's not like it's that weird."

Carol shook her head in agreement. "Yeah, this is just Sex-Plus. We aren't trying to lez out."

I had copious evidence that neither of these girls were lesbians. But while I had almost zero experience with bi-sexuals, and none of that experience direct, these two girls were at least a little bi-sexual. This did not exactly cool my arousal...

"But really, Mister H, we aren't. You can't tell anyone. We don't want people..."

"Like I'm going to blab about this to anyone we know!" I snorted. Then I looked at them both with a smile that nearly split my face. "But please understand, in future days, when I am with people... with men, who don't and won't know you, and I can safely anonymize the information anyway, I am going to brag about this shit until the end of time!" We all laughed.

"I guess that wherever I move after college, I'll brag about this too," Anne admitted.

"Among other things," Carol teased, poking the more slender girl in the ribs.

These girls were doing all sorts of shit at college, weren't they?

Don't think about Becca. Don't think about Becca...

I looked at Carol, and opened my mouth. "I... I need to fuck you now," I breathed softly, still somehow, despite everything going on here, tentative.

Carol was... not tentative.

"Oh yeah," she sighed, and bounced across to the end of the bed at my feet. My bed is extra high due to the drawers underneath it, and Carol just rolled over on her belly and hung her legs off the edge!

"Give it to me, Mister H," she sighed over her shoulder.

Well... I had asked for it. I guessed I ought to oblige.

I shot a glance at Anne, who was curled up and watching intently. I shrugged and reached out to caress the upturned, muscular ass before me, its skin so tight and smooth it might have been carved from marble. I let my cock drag over its contours, content for a few seconds in just that stimulation.

But only for a few seconds, as I could not resist grabbing my shaft and dipping it under that ass and pressing it against Carol's sopping, still petaled outward snatch. I pushed myself home, driving to the hilt in a single, smooth stroke--not fast, but with dispatch. Both of us groaned happily as I delved into her. With the height of my bed, I barely needed to bend my knees to be able to fuck Carol, and I began to do just that.

I grabbed her hips, running my thumbs over that hard ass and began to pump into her. From the start, I established a steady rhythm of strokes, deep and strong. I wanted to husband my strength, since there were two girls here after all. I had never had to balance things like that and my mind was racing. The enormous orgasm against their chests that I had practically just had was going to be a huge help. I had to bring Carol to fruition, then take Anne however she wanted, and I had to last until she too was satisfied.

I could do it, but it wasn't going to be easy. Holy shit did Carol feel good wrapped around my cock. She was moaning steadily as I speared her, grunting a tiny bit with each impact of my belly against her ass. It felt like I had her in a trance, and I pinched her ass a little, just to snap her out of it. I wanted her active enjoyment.

Carol gleeped at my pinch and lifted her head to look at Anne. "Hell, he is so good isn't he?" she gasped at her watching friend.

My gaze rose automatically to Anne, who was lying there, flicking a hard nipple with her fingers. "Apparently," Anne drawled in reply. Then I saw her eyes twinkle with a sudden idea.

Uh oh, this could be bad, or it could be very good. I looked at her closely, but kept pistoning into Carol, who resumed her vocal mantra of appreciation.

Anne rolled off the other side of the bed and pranced around, breasts bouncing, to stand right next to Carol. She stopped and leaned over the side of the bed, close enough to press her sleek hip right against Carol's, trapping my grasping hand between them. She looked back at me and said, "My turn Clark." She wiggled that ass... just a little.

Carol was moaning still as I slid into her, certainly nowhere near done...

Fuck it. This was all crazy, might as well make it more so.

I pulled free of Carol and stepped sideways to momentarily massage Anne's delectable little ass before tilting my hips down and sliding into her. It took more work to penetrate her than it had to delve into Carol. Carol's internal musculature was delightfully strong, but Anne was just flat out tight as well.

I cried out a little as I finally slid home, and I resumed my steady pumping, just in a new home.

Carol had protested wordlessly when I slid free of her, but had nevertheless twisted to watch me enter Anne. She reached out to grab her hand and give it a friendly squeeze while gasping, "What the fuck, girlfriend? I'm not remotely done over here!"

"Duh," Anne gasped back, her words warbling response to my now powerful thrusts. "Clark fucks me for a bit, then, ungh, you, then me, then... ohhhhh... you!" She flicked a look over her shoulder at me. "Think doing us both at the same time sounds fun, Clark?" I just grinned and fucked her a little bit harder. Then I pulled out and returned to Carol, who moaned happily as I slid back in.

"Hey!" Anne protested. "I didn't get nearly as long!"

"You want to do this," I taunted back, "I'm going... to be random... about it. Keep you two... on your toes!" Yeah, I was losing my mind, and what was left was definitely getting fey.

Anne laughed, then leaned over close to Carol's panting face. "See? It's a game. We see which one of us comes first. Then we see which one of us he nuts in!"

Really? That was... awesome. Anne deserved a reward, and I slid back to fuck her some more. Still so tight...

I vaguely remembered being with Wanda and thinking that there was no substitute for womanly experience in having sex. I stand by that assertion. There's nothing like having sex with a woman who absolutely knows what she is doing.

But.

There is also no substitute, I was also now remembering, for the sensation of being with a nubile young woman, whose body is perfect, newly-finished, and unimaginably supple, either.

And here I was with two such...

"Where did you get the idea to go back and forth like this?" Carol asked, now caressing Anne's shoulder as I railed the elegant girl.

"Porno," Anne grunted, pushing her ass back against me.

"Porno?" Both Carol and I asked in unison.

I clutched Anne's ass tighter and shifted her hips and mine slightly. "Oh wow, yes!" Anne yelped. "That is so much even better," she encouraged, slightly incoherently. After we both enjoyed a few thrusts, she dropped her head and said, without looking, "Yeah. Remember that senior, Wally Smith? He likes to PornHub and Chill. Harder, Clark!"

"I had no idea you liked porn," Carol mused.

"I prefer the chill portion," Anne moaned.

I pulled out and lifted Carol's hips before I drove back into her, marveling at the conversation I was listening to. I was also marveling that I was listening to any conversation during sex at all...

"Oh yeah, Mister H! Yessss," Carol hissed as I drove back into her. The conversation flagged just then as I drove relentlessly into Carol now. She was starting to writhe involuntarily. I love that sensation, of making a woman start to lose control, but I also was loving this tag-team experience, and wanted to extend it. So I pulled out again.

Turning toward Anne, I lifted her and spun her around so that her tight little ass was perched on the edge of the mattress and I slid into her, with us now facing each other. She grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. Once I was fully planted within her and had some rhythm, my hands found their way to her breasts. So firm, so pert...

I enjoyed Anne's body for a pretty long stretch, until I had her starting to twitch uncontrollably too. Not yet, little girl. Not yet!

I slid free of Anne, who definitely looked like that gave her second thoughts on this whole trading off thing, and moved to spin Carol around too.

But she refused my efforts. "Nuh uh, Mister H. I like it like this," she cooed, waving that amazing ass at me. Like I was going to complain. Even better, as I slid back into Carol, she pushed herself upright against the bed. That let me lean in and wrap my arms around her so I could cup those bouncing mounds and pinch her nipples. "Oh fuck! Oh, fuck yes," Carol gasped, and pushed her butt back against my efforts. I had her in perfect position, and just went to town, cock in heaven and hands full of paradise.

As she started to twist and turn again, I considered edging her one more time, but my body had other ideas. It was hungry to feel her come. I kept going and suddenly her hands shot up from the bed, crushing mine against her breasts. With gurgling cry, Carol collapsed forward onto the mattress, screaming as her face buried itself in the bed. Her pussy spasmed around me deliciously and I kept pumping into her, drawing another scream, and then a third.

Suddenly, I felt her hands loose their death-grip on mine and I slid myself free.

Anne was staring wide-eyed at Carol, who was flopped loosely on the bed, not even moving. "Holy shit, that was hot!" she exclaimed.

I just re-entered my other partner, kissing her only briefly this time before I bent myself to suckle on a breast as I pumped into her. It was not the most comfortable of positions, but Anne seemed to really like it, so I kept it up.

Suddenly, I was aware that my own involuntary reflexes were awakening too, despite my best efforts. My body wanted to come, and soon. Doing so before getting Anne off was a non-starter. I slid a hand in between us, and diddled her clit gently as I kept my pace a steady as I could. Anne just groaned.

Suddenly I was aware that Carol had pushed herself back up and was staring intently at my finger down between Anne and me as we fucked. "Yeah, Mister H, give it to her good," she murmured intently.

I looked at her, then back down where I had my hand. "Rub this for me will you?" I asked Carol. "I need my hand to hold her up."

Carol laughed at me, but Anne just moaned louder at the suggestion. I looked intently at Carol, wondering again just what levels of intimacy these girls had shared. Then she bit her lip and snaked her hand out and down, poking at Anne's bud as I slipped my hand free. Anne yelped a little, and I cautioned Carol, "Gently! So gently..." Anne's next noise was very approving, if a little scared.

I had not so much needed my hand to brace Anne as I wanted it to grope her free breast. She moaned even louder as I clutched it. She was close.

But so was I. The fact that I was fucking this perfect body, and doing so while a feminine hand caressed her clitoris, and not so incidentally my thrusting shaft as well, had me rushing to a climax.

Suddenly, Anne was shrieking loudly, with no mattress to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Near enough to simultaneously, I lost it too, and explosively sighed as I started pouring jizz inside her. The ejaculation didn't last long, I had just pumped a gallon all over these girls' tits before, remember? But I did keep pumping, because my cock kept spasming, firing on empty chambers, and more importantly, Anne just kept practically singing with delight.

Finally, she could form coherent words, and they were, "Fuck Clark! Fuck! Stop it! I'm going to die!" I slow to a halt, and Anne gasped again, "Christ! You stop it too, Carol!"

I kissed Anne hard, stealing what little breath she had left for myself. Our tongues fenced briefly, but we both broke it off for more oxygen. I turned and grabbed Carol, pulling her up beside me to kiss her too, my cock still buried in Anne.