"Mm," I demurred from the bed.
"Baby," she said, planting her hands on the mattress, her breasts swaying enticingly. "I want you to stay hard." Again, my cock shuddered at her wish.
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Mm hmm," she hummed seductively, "I like you hard. And I'm pretty sure Jillian would want to see you hard." She shook her ass behind her. A dollop of oil spilled from my tip. Bee smiled as she watched it plunge to my belly.
"And what effect is this having on you?"
"Why don't you find out?" She invited, standing, pressing her thighs to the edge of the bed.
I slid my fingertips up her thigh to her sex. Her outer lip was full, pliant and warm. I sank my middle finger into her cleft and between her lips. I nudged her clit and she jolted. Her entry was already slick and scalding. She swallowed the tip of my finger as I curled it along her inner lips. A drawn-out, pleasured, "Mmmmm," hung in her throat. Her nipples popped, diamond hard. I withdrew as my cock dispelled more crystalline essence. My testes tingled. I licked her nectar from my finger, savoring her spice, as I sat up. We looked enraptured in each other eyes, each tacitly asking, "Should we go outside, or should we fuck our brains out then go outside."
"Let's go," I recommended, drawing on her right hip to gently spin her.
"Good morning, Jillian," I offered brightly as we entered the sitting room. My erection, in hues of dusky purple, red and raw sugar, pointed directly at Bee's ass as she walked in front of me. Jillian, sitting on the couch, looked up from the newspaper and cheerily replied, "Good morning, you guys!" Then, wide-eyed, commented, "Oh my gosh, Gaz! Does that thing ever go down?" I shrugged my shoulders. Turning to Bee she continued, "I thought keeping up with you was trouble, but now I see you need to keep up with him!" Bee chuckled and blushed.
"We're a good fit for each other," I remarked as I poured coffee for Bee and myself.
Slyly, Jillian replied, "I'd like to see that fit," looking up from the corners of her eyes.
I leaned against the edge of the bar, crossing my left foot over my right, my cock pointing indelicately out from my body, bobbing in time with my heart. Lifting my coffee cup to my lips, I volleyed over the brim, "I would think that could be arranged."
Bee join me at the bar with her cup in hand. I caressed the side of her left thigh with the back of my hand, then strode to the sliding glass door. I could feel Jillian's gaze on my protuberant sex as I made my way across the sitting room. My heart pounded in my chest.
I took a seat on the outdoor couch. I wanted to be outside, but the morning sun was already brutal. The patio's eaves offered enough shade to make it pleasant. I nursed my coffee looking at the pool. Jillian and Bee soon emerged. Jillian sat in chair to the left of the sofa; Bee, interestingly, sat on my right knee. My erection subsiding, my radiant penis rested on my thigh. I listened as the ladies stewarded the conversation. I contributed sporadically; mostly, I listened, running my hand up and down Bee's spine. Bee glided her hand along the length of my left thigh, her forearm brushing my cock with more consistency to be accidental. My cock responded agreeably, rising, seeking her touch. I shifted my hips so that Bee's arm never broke from grazing against my shaft. My erection solidified, pointing skyward; electricity sparked through me from her touch. Jillian's glances became longer and more brazen. Bee had aroused me so that, like her, I wanted Jillian to stare at my hard cock, I wanted her to feast me with her eyes. I closed mine and tipped my head back, lost in the feel of Bee's powdery forearm feathering along my steely cock as the hope that our display made Jillian's heart beat a little faster, a little stronger, creating a surging, yearning in her sex.
"I'm getting some more coffee. Anyone need a touch up?" Jillian offered.
The spell broken, I lifted my head. "Yeah, I do. Please." I enjoined, extending my cup, my arm hovering perpendicular to my straining cock.
When Jillian returned, Bee was fully in my lap, as I massaged her neck and shoulders. With my thumbs and fingers, I pressed and kneaded the base of her neck, across the tops of her shoulders, along the curve of her shoulder blades, and down the channel of her spine. When I reached the small of her back, she jutted her chest out, letting out a prolonged, "Mmmmmm."
"Mmm, that looks like it feels good," Jillian remarked.
"You have no idea," Bee replied languorously.
I worked my way up her back, following the path I took down. When I reached her shoulders blades, she leaned forward, planting her hands on my knees. "Ahhhhhh," babbled from her open mouth. She began rocking her hips. Jillian finally picked up on what occurred as she fetched the coffee.
"Oh. My. Gosh. Bee: Is he inside you?!?"
"Mm hmm," she hummed, somewhat embarrassed that Jillian called out what we wanted her to discover. An awkward angle, I penetrated her shallowly. She tightened her muscles, her entry's ring gripping the bloated head of my cock.
"I wanna see!" Jillian demanded enthusiastically. She hopped up from her chair and squatted before us. I spread my legs, forcing Bee's legs wider. As I did, I slid to the sofa's edge. The change in angle sank me deeper into Bee. Beatrix shifted her weight, steadying herself more on my thighs; her cunt accepted more of me, swaddling me, bathing me, caressing my desiderate cock.
I felt another set of hands, light and warm, on my knees, heat, chills, electricity where Jillian's fingertips met my thighs, like the points of needles grazing along my skin. I sensed every follicle she disturbed as she made her way deliberately toward my splayed groin. Bee rolled back on her hips. Her ass pressed into my abdomen as more of my cock withdrew from her steeped canal. Her feminine liniment that coated my shaft dried quickly in the arid air, causing a surprising cooling sensation. Her back curved, I dipped forward and kissed Bee's spine. The downey hairs, electrified by what she must be witnessing, prickled my lips; her powdery skin yielded against my nose. I breathed in deeply, my nostrils punched with her scent. Jillian's hands inched farther upwards. With Bee in my lap, I was handicapped. Deprived of sight, my mind spun at the thought of what Jillian was seeing. Was she looking deeply in Beatrix's eyes, their gazes locked, sly, anticipatory grins on their faces as one woman's hands alight on my thighs as the other's pussylips surround my cock? Was Jillian staring at Bee's mighty breasts, pendulous, swaying almost imperceptibly, her nipples hardening, tightening, tautening? Or was she staring are our union, the point where my cock, beleaguered but braced, disappeared into her friend, knowingly and brazenly penetrating her. The thought was dizzying. My face flopped against Bee's back. I gripped her hips. My lips planted tiny kissed sporadically, arhythmically on the vast expanse of her exposed skin, my tongue perceiving the sweet saltiness. My muscles involuntarily contracted; my cock jolted forward. Caught in Bee's entry ring, the tip of my cock lodged against her pubic bone. My cock stiffened, straightened, thickened.
Bee let out a small, startled "Ah—!" in response, shattering the hush of our expectant breathing.
"What, Honey?" Jillian asked, concerned. Her hands halted suddenly, resting mid-thigh.
"He just twitched inside me," Bee reply, her arousal palpable in her voice. "I love it when that happens, when he does that." Bee clenched the muscles of her cunt around the spongy head of my cock, clasping me, enfolding me.
"Is that so?" Jillian asked, her voice the color of devious.
"Mm hmm," Bee answered tightly, her arousal accelerating. "I fucking love the feeling of his cock swelling inside me. Knowing that I'm making him do that. So hot." Her head tipped forward.
My cock responded, spasming again. Bee's body started, jerking in my lap.
"Is that true, Gaz?" Jillian asked, playfully.
I leaned back on the sofa, my back pressing against the stiff patio furniture cushion. I felt the perspiration on my back. Tilting my head back I confirmed, "Yes, it is." Changing my position, I shifted my pelvis. My cock penetrated Bee farther. I purposely, purposefully contracted my muscles. A small "Mmphh" caught in Bee's throat; she gyrated on my lap.
Jillian chuckled. Her hands resumed. As they neared my groin, my scrotum, heavy and slack in the heat, recoiled. Jillian stopped. My balls relaxed. Jillian inched forward, short and sharp. My scrotum heaved again. My cock strained. A cooing laugh reverberated in Jillian's chest.
"I'm watching your balls rise and your dick swell every time I run my fingers along your thighs. Do you feel it?" Jillian asked, empowered.
"Yes, I do," I responded with heavy breath.
"How 'bout you, Honey" She asked of Bee, caringly.
