The Strip Ch. 15

It took a moment to establish a rhythm. Rosie jerking her hips across his face, Holly deep throating him, Daniel straining to lap the juices flowing between his sucking lips. It was as wonderful as it was surreal.

He felt Holly's mouth leave him for a moment. He stopped his oral ministrations on his girlfriend, a word of protest on the tip of his tongue, when he felt the impossibly soft flesh of Holly's tits wrap themselves around his girth. Memories of their time earlier returned. Apparently, her breasts weren't off-limits, either.

Rosie pulled him back to her sex with a throaty growl. She was close and Daniel was going to take her there. Like the gentleman that he was, he obliged. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her trembling body tighter against his juice-wet face. He could feel himself begin to home in on his own climax as Holly massaged him vigorously in her cleavage, lapping across his drooling cockhead with each thrust.

Rosie went off like a rocket launching from its pad, screaming huskily as she soared into the sky. Daniel lapped harder as she grinded her soft pussy into his face and mouth. She screamed again, her body shuddering… once, twice… and then again before she came crashing down.

Holly squeezed his shaft with her tits as Rosie eased away, as if the blonde was telling him it was his turn to cum.nHis head freed of the redhead's restricting thighs, he glanced down to see the blonde's dark brown eyes staring lustfully upwards into his. She'd stopped her tit-fuck to let the redhead's orgasm pass, but kept him tucked between her full breasts.

He was close. The sight nearly set him off. Satisfied she had his full attention, Holly's mouth returned to his shaft at last. She really put on a show. Bouncing her head along his hardness, she swirled the sensitive crown between her lips before teasing it with her tongue.

Her hands reached under him to dig into his buttocks, feeling the hard muscles tighten beneath her fingertips. Daniel reached down and gripped her golden tresses, guiding her head as he thrust with each downward suck. Her head bobbed faster, harder. No finesse. Just raw, unadulterated mouth-fucking.

His ass muscles grew rigid. His balls began to tighten and his cock throb.

"GOD!" he screamed as his seed released into her mouth.

Holly took the first burst, then the second, before a different hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. Rosie held her captive's head in front of Daniel's spurting machine, allowing a burst to splatter across the blonde's forehead, her cheek, then onto her breasts.

Holly's closed eyes shot open when she felt Rosie's free hand between her thighs. The redhead closed in for a cum-soaked kiss. Their tongues collided as Rosie rubbed along Holly's wet slit. She moaned into the redhead's mouth as Rosie's fingers went right for the finish line and didn't let up until she took the squirming blonde through the tape.

"You're turn to cum," the redheaded minx grinned, pulling her head back slightly so she could look into Holly's eyes as the blonde screamed out her delight.

***

The ebony skinned beauty was everything her photograph had promised. So much so that Rachal insisted on sitting in the back of their Chrysler Sebring convertible as Jimmy drove the three of them to their apartment.

"You'll be staying with us until Kay returns, Carmella," she told the ebony skinned nineteen year old, slipping her right arm around the model's shoulders and playing with the spaghetti straps of her thin top. She'd deliberately taken the woman's leather jacket when they entered the car.

The young girl's breasts were threatening to burst out of that tight cream top. And those thick, hard nipples…

"Tell me," she continued, smiling at the teenager. "Are they real?"

Carmella grinned back at her exotic looking host. "Everyone asks that," she proudly responded in her harsh Cockney accent. "There're all my own."

"Really?" Rachal murmured, pushing the spaghetti strap off the girl's dark brown shoulders. The upper half of the teenager's left breast was exposed, including that deliciously dark nipple, but the girl seemed completely unflustered.

"Mind if I check?" Rachal continued, her hand slipping to the straps on the young woman's right shoulder and yanking them down her arm. The top fell to the teenager's waist.

Her deliciously large, ebony coloured breasts stood out proudly, as if made specifically to defy gravity. Carmella wasn't in the least fazed by Rachal's interest, arching her back so that the little chocolate nipples sitting hard and high on their peaks, pointed even further skywards.

"Help yourself," the teenager murmured. "You can feel them if you like."

Rachal smiled sweetly as one hand cupped the teenager's right swell and her lips descended on her left. The chocolate brown bud was already hard in her mouth. The Cockney model moaned as Rachal swirled her tongue. She and Carmella were going to get on just fine.

***

Daniel flopped back against the pillows, watching the two sexy women's cat-like bodies, climbing onto the bed either side of him. With some womanly instinct he didn't understand, they moved together in perfect coordination. Holly looked hot, that fire in her eyes would melt any man. But Rosie transcended even the blonde's sexiness. God, she was beautiful.

His freckled girlfriend leant over him, her full lips covering his. His recently spent cock obediently rose again, as inevitably as the sun rising in the morning. It was giving its own tribute to her beauty.

"Mmmm…" she groaned in approval, sitting up and stroking his hardness. "What do you think, Holly?"

The blonde sat up, too, her full, high tits bouncing deliciously as she moved. Daniel's cock grew another couple of inches.

"Careful, tiger," Holly grinned, nodding at his hardness. "That's Rosie's, not mine. But I have to say that right now it looks delicious.

Rosie saw his look of disappointment. "Poor baby," she teased. "Did we just spoil your fantasy?"

"No… yes… no…" he mumbled and all three of them laughed.

The redhead closed in and kissed him again. This one was warm, loving. "I told you the ground rules before we started… I'll never fuck another man again," she whispered, cupping his head in her hands and staring into his brown eyes. "And you'll never fuck another woman. Right, Daniel?"

The crinkly haired Englishman's eyes sent a tender signal back to his girlfriend. "Absolutely," he agreed, sealing the deal with another kiss.

"Good," Rosie nodded, her wide green eyes switching from innocence to wickedness in a split second. "But tonight, we can do everything else. Want to watch…"

She crawled past Daniel like a tiger seeking its prey. Was this really his sweet Rosie? Daniel wondered. This time it was Holly she was kissing, the two women's hands stroking each other's bodies as they played with one another's mouths. Then Holly was taking the initiative, unwilling to accept the subservient role. She hungrily returned the Sapphic kiss before pushing the redhead back on the bed.

Satisfied, her head dropped between the redhead's splayed thighs.

Rosie purred like a contented cat as the blonde's tongue rolled across her glistening pussy. If Daniel hadn't been fully erect before, he was now. Rock hard. He leant back against the pillows, watching the two women, unable to prevent his hand snaking down to stroke his aching cock.

Rosie stared at him, her eyes full of blissful lust. Her aroused smile transmitted her arousal to Daniel as she slid her fingers through Holly's blonde locks and began to slowly rock her hips up. This is our sexy friend doing this to me, her heavy-lidded eyes were telling him. Sexy, isn't it?

His stomach fluttered. He gulped twice in an unsuccessful attempt to force it to settle. The sight of Holly slipping two fingers into his mewling girlfriend and nibbling up her bare sex had him entranced. With each movement, Rosie lifted her lips, her increasingly glazed eyes remaining on the Englishman's.

She's had you once, her gaze seemed to be saying. Now she's having me!

The thought made his cock twitch and he let out a low moan. It was loud enough for Holly to hear. For a few seconds she left the treasure that was twitching on her tongue and turned her grinning face towards him.

Good, Daniel? Holly's gaze silently asked. Not as good as it would feel to fuck me. But you're enjoying this, nonetheless…

Rosie didn't allow either of them relief. She yanked Holly's head back down into her wet folds, this time locking her heels around the blonde's back and tightly squeezing her thighs around the working head.

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes clouding even further. She'd wanted Holly ever since the blonde had taken her under her wing. Wanted to kiss her, to touch her. Wanted the Englishwoman's tongue to fuck her like a cock, just as it was doing now. Having Daniel watch was an added bonus, but right now, the only thing that mattered was reaching the orgasm that was rapidly closing in.

When she came, her taut thighs stretched and her throaty moan filled the air. Reaching down to grip under Holly's arms, she pulled the blonde upward and found her lips, pushing her tongue into the juice-covered mouth.

The kiss grew deeper—longer—a thank you for her orgasm.

Then the redhead was reversing positions, pushing Holly flat on the bed. Turning her head to Daniel, the look in her eyes reinforced her words.

"Fuck me."

Leaning forward so that she raised her ass, Rosie's lips dropped to Holly's near perfect breasts and slurped on her nipples, one at a time. Her fingers dropped between the blonde's legs for the second time that night, caressing across the sensitive perfection of Holly's smooth mound.

The blonde hissed, tossing her head back and closing her brown eyes.

Daniel grabbed Rosie's hips and pulled her slowly towards him, careful not to disturb the debt she was beginning to repay to Holly. The redhead gave a soft whimper as he slipped himself between her legs.

"That's good, baby," she moaned against Holly's saliva covered swells.

Daniel tenderly began to rub his hardness along her heated furrow, loving the way Rosie pushed back against him. Both moved slowly. Their breaths grew ragged as they became caught up in the delicious soft friction between them. So slippery. So fucking smooth! Still he made no attempt to enter her.

Rosie looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowing. The time was right. She'd scream the house down if he didn't start to fuck her right now…

Daniel gently adjusted his position. His hands drew her hips back against him. Her right hand snaked down between them and she eased him home. Where he belonged! Her body was so wet that his entry was fluid, seamless. They both gasped. Stroking her trembling hips, the Englishman gently pulled her back and then pushed her forward, in time with his slow, soft thrusts.

Only then did Rosie's eyes zero in on the wet lips of the puffed up labia no more than a few inches from her face. The inner folds glistened pink where they'd begun to peak out and even as Daniel began to fuck her, she lowered her head to the prize she wanted so much.

Holly's body jerked with the first lap of Rosie's tongue.

The redhead licked harder and drove her hips back against Daniel's with renewed energy. Holly's head lolled to the side, her glossy blonde hair cascading over one tanned shoulder. Her moans were deep, guttural.

This wasn't his girlfriend's first time with a woman. The thought sent a shiver down Daniel's spine.

Rosie eased back. There was no hurry. Daniel understood and reduced his urgent pace, too. Sexual magic filled the air.

The redhead's tongue slowly lapped along Holly's glistening labia, savouring the wonderfully tangy juices. Daniel fell into a lazy rhythm, drawing backwards until his cock was almost free before softly gliding back. Thrusting forward, he filled her completely again. Rosie moaned into Holly's sex, sucking the slippery clit into her mouth with each pump of his hips against her ass.

The three of them moved that way for some time. No urgency, the knowledge that a slow build up to their climaxes was going to make the moment even more pleasurable, more memorable.

The leisurely delight couldn't last. Lust took over.

Holly's hips began to hump upwards against Rosie's mouth. The redhead's backward thrusts and Daniel's forward momentum began to build. Before they knew it, all three of them were in a race towards orgasm, each attempting to take the other over the edge before satisfying themselves.

Rosie tore her lips from Holly's sex and shrieked, "Oh, Daniel, I'm so close."

He pumped faster, his sweat-sodden hips slapping her ass. Holly grabbed Rosie's head, gripping her tightly as she pushed her hard buttocks upwards and off the bed, driving herself closer to her own release.

It was the redhead who succumbed first. She buried her head into Holly's now humping pussy as she came, jabbing her tongue harder against the blonde.

Holly tried to hold back, but Rosie's shuddering mouth and haggard, balmy moans took the blonde over the edge. She cried as her orgasm shot through her, a thunderbolt of fire. When she came, the sensations didn't stop, her tremors driving her faster and faster down the side of the cliff.

Then it was Daniel's turn. He was grunting louder and louder with each frantic shove of his cock, his fingers a death grip on Rosie's hips.

The sight and sounds of the two orgasming women would be too much for any man. He came with a long, low growl that reverberated around his throat as he fired thick ropes into his girlfriend. The redhead gratefully thrust back with each burst, determined to milk every last drop.

Daniel's hands gripped his girlfriend's full breasts as the tremors shook him. Rosie's mouth sucked up Holly's flowing love juices. Holly collapsed forward over her female lover.

Even in their climax, the Three Musketeers were all for one, one for all…

***

Daniel and Rosie snuggled into each other's arms. Holly had left them less than half an hour earlier and they'd tenderly cuddled and kissed ever since.

"Are you okay with what just happened?" she asked, raising the subject for the first time since they'd been left alone. Her wide, green eyes stared up at him as she spoke, afraid of what he might say.

"Well…" he hesitated. Last night had been the most incredible experience of his sexual life, but he could never even dream of doing it again. It wasn't how he lived his life. "It was amazing Rosie, but …"

She laughed that delicious little laugh of hers. "Somehow it felt right. A way to thank Holly—and to draw a line underneath her as well. From now on, she'll be a wonderful friend, that's all. It's you and me from here on in, Daniel…"

"Agreed," he softly smiled, his hand tenderly stroking through her ruffled hair.

"Good," she smiled up at him, lifting high enough so that he could see her naked breasts. She felt his cock twitch. "Nice reaction, Musketeer," she praised him, before snuggling down against his naked chest again. "I'm so happy, Daniel."

"Me, too," he happily agreed, twisting around for a moment to reach for the two glasses of half drunk water that rested on the bedside table. "Here," he said, handing one to her. "I have a toast."

"Another toast?" she asked, half sitting up against him. "Haven't we done enough toasting? A toast to what?"

He clinked her glass. "Not what. Who. To Mrs. Stone."

She swung her puzzled head around to stare upwards into his grinning face. "Mrs. Stone?"

Daniel leant down to kiss the top of his girlfriend's copper locks. "That's you, Rosie. Or at least, it will be as soon as I make the arrangements. Better remember the name. You're going to be wearing it for the rest of your life."

THE END