Monogamish - Oh Boy, Those Girls

I balked in the living room. "What?" Frannie demanded.

I pointed at her thigh, which still had the long streak of fudge smeared on it. "I need to clean you off first, so you don't mess up my sheets."

"Oh," Frannie said quietly. I had not had my face between her legs yet, and I wanted to make an issue of that.

I led her to the big couch they had asked about earlier, the one Amy and I had bought because it would be so good to fuck on, over, and behind. Caroline curled up and watched in rapt attention, sitting by Frannie's head while she watched me kiss and lick my way through the fudge, and then up to what I really wanted to taste.

"Damn, this is so hot to watch," Caroline said to Frannie.

"Yeah?" Frannie asked breathlessly. She was getting very happy about what I was doing, but still had the presence of mind to answer. "I mean, yeah. Can't be as hot as watching him bend you over the side of the bed was."

"Being bent over the side of the bed wasn't bad either," Caroline laughed.

"I'm not feasting too loudly for you girls, am I?" I asked, lifting my head for a brief glare.

"Shut up, Caroline, you are distracting him," moaned Frannie.

Undistracted by further conversation, I extracted the series of absolute shrieks from Frannie I had been after. Her snatch mashed up against my face and bucked my delving fingers free from her depths. Then she collapsed like a puppet. I considered diving back in, but decided driving her to utter insanity was not worth it yet. I rose and slid beside her on the couch, embracing her still quivering body.

"Thank you, Todd," she gasped as she sat up on the couch, snuggling in to my arms. Caroline moved around to sit with me between them. I draped my hands around each of them, dropping my hands down over their boobs. I pushed some nipple buttons in ways calculated to draw them to me...

"You," I said to Caroline, "were very patient there, my very heterosexual friend. How would you like to have that patience rewarded?" She giggled, and I leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh! Hey! Back off, Mr. M!" she said hastily. "I can smell Frannie's goop all over your face! Hell, I can see the sticky. Nope, no way. You need to clean up a little."

Frannie laughed, and I asked her, "Do I really taste like your goop?" Then I kissed her before she could react. She tensed at first, especially as the taste became apparent, but I put my all into that kiss and soon had her tongue roaming in my... flavorful mouth as my hands caressed her breast.

"Oh wow," breathed Caroline. "You okay, Frannie?"

"Not my favorite flavor, but I sure enjoyed tasting it," Frannie said with a promising smile.

"Yeah, well I want to kiss you, Mr. M, but I still am not tasting Frannie. Go wash your face!" Both of them shoved me off the couch.

I walked, almost strutted, to the kitchen, with the kind of walk a man does who has fucked two beautiful girls at once, and is about to do it again. I washed my face and hands, dried myself off, and grabbed a pack of wet wipes, for later, lest I be dismissed again.

When I returned to the living room, it was empty. Were we playing hide and seek? No. I knew where they had gone. I ambled up the stairs.

There they were, lying coquettishly on the bed, surrounded by every single condom from my drawer, a little less than fifty, spread out like rose petals on the covers around them.

That was a new sight, for sure. My dick, while still hard, had come off of full boil while I was in the kitchen. But the vision before me remedied that almost instantly.

"Do you think we can use all of these?" Frannie asked slyly.

"I advise against trying," I laughed, grabbing one and swiftly donning it. I crawled up onto the bed, looking down at both of them. They both giggled and looked up at me. That feast of four beautiful breasts in a row almost made my head spin, and I kissed them one, two, three, four. Then I went back the other way for a much more comprehensive suck, four, three, two, one. As I did so, I worked my legs between Caroline's, and I felt her grabbing my latex-covered cock. I moved to let it rest against her mons, and lifted her leg that was away from Frannie. I sat up to look at them both as I let Caroline demandingly steer me to her opening. I hooked my arm under her raised leg, reaching around to grasp her breast as I began to sink again inside her insanely tight depths.

Halfway in, I paused my descent, and pulsed in an out a few times, making her moan in anticipation of further progress. A tittastic handful shuddered in my hand. I bent to press myself in further.

Even as I moaned with the pleasure of burying myself in Caroline, I reached out and grabbed Frannie, tugging her over against us both. She came along with a whoop, and I squeezed one of her breasts in my free hand and suckled on the extended nipple, all while beginning to thrust into Caroline.

It was a next level experience, but frustrating at the same time, if that is even possible. I only had one dick. I released Frannie's breast and slid my hand down between her legs. She moaned as my fingers began to explore her. She wriggled even closer, letting her breast press against Caroline's and I buried my face between their beautiful curves.

Fun right?

Fuck yes, but I was going to have to get several massages over the next week for my back to recover.

Worth it.

I had the girls once more pressing their tits together for me, and I was running my tongue back and forth from one to the other, from one nipple, down into the most original cleavage I'd ever seen, to the other. My hand had not relinquished its hold on Caroline's other breast as I drove into her, my cock singing for joy.

My other hand now had two fingers delving well inside Frannie, stroking along her best spot, while my thumb strummed against her clit.

It wasn't my best job for either of them, I fretted, but my mind was melting from the experience. And both girls were moaning to beat the band. They each liked what I was doing, and I thought their arousal was feeding of the other's.

The feeling of triumph from making two girls come, and hard, at the same time, with a cacophony of cries and wails, is incalculable. It was only surpassed by the truly mind-blowing orgasm that I let wash through me in response to their climaxes. Sensation was hyper-sensitive everywhere, and it flowed into my core and then out into Caroline, who cried out even louder as she felt my cock pulse deep inside her.

We collapsed and I slid myself free, almost losing consciousness with my face between their breasts.

And then, somehow, I managed for us to do it again. Without relying on Viagra. All it required was about an hour of watching Seinfeld on Netflix, naked in my bed.

*

At about 7:30 the next morning, I woke to my phone ringing. It was a FaceTime from Amy.

I sat up in bed. I was alone, but the bed was still an utter wreck. The girls had finally cried uncle about two am, and gone home, as if returning from the Wilcox party. "Hey babe," I said blearily.

"You look like sexy hammered shit," Amy laughed.

"I feel like sexy hammered shit," I grinned.

"So, I am guessing that you went forth and conquered. How was it?"

"Amazing, dammit," I grinned. "Thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Don't even think I didn't figure out you were behind it," I laughed, wagging my finger.

"I really was not," Amy said. "Those girls were working themselves up to making a try at you. They would have done it on their own, eventually. All I did was goad them along, so they would make their move when you were in need of a Hall Pass."

"You are truly the world's best wife."

"So now you've had the alpha male experience, are you going to try it again next Hall Pass?" she asked curiously.

"God, no!" I said fervently. "Never! I'm thinking that you probably should try two dudes at some point, you know, but I'm not doing that again. Don't get me wrong, it was incredible, and just so much simple fun. But it was a once in a lifetime experience in several ways." I looked at her. "It was just so frustrating."

"Why?!?"

"I could not ever do my best for either of them. I was always distracted."

"Ha!" Amy scoffed. "I am very confident you had satisfied customers. I know you."

"Oh they were, but I could have done even better," I said, letting my inner conceit show because of my irritation. "I just think I'm a one woman guy, babe."

She knew what I meant, in all my meanings.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Ain't I happy with that. It's good to be monogamish."

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