New Year's Resolutions

New Year's resolutions -- 3

(c) 2023, 2024, by P.D. Vile

Story tags: MF

New Year's resolutions -- 3

Tuesday, January 3rd, 9:25 PM

"Hi Janice, are you ... Oh, shit, I believe I'm interrupting. Sorry!"

I look up, startled. In the bedroom door stands Janice's spitting image. The same eyes, the same face. The same brown hairs, perhaps a bit longer, but with some red died stripes in between. And the same slender body.

And then I realize that she is looking straight at my dick, that still glistens with Janice's cunt juice and some sperm that stuck on it when I pulled out. Startled, I cover my crotch with my hands. Dan I look next to me, where Janice still lies. Naked, sweaty from the sex we just had, her legs, that I was between so short ago, sprawled out on her bed. The unknown woman can see right between her legs, but that doesn't seem to bother Janice. She lifts her head a bit and smiles at the unknown woman.

"Hi Amber! No apology needed. You entered just as we were done."

The unknown woman, who apparently is called Amber, looks demonstratively at Janice's cunt, that right at that moment leaks some sperm.

"Yes, I see," she laughs, "but I didn't know you have a new friend."

"This is Evert," Janice then says, "and Evert, this is Amber, my younger sister. She has the key of the back door en frequently comes by unannounced. Oh, and you can remove those hands. Just like this morning, you were once more too late. She already saw it all."

I chuckle uneasily, but still leave my hands where they are.

"Yeah, sorry, I was taken aback and didn't respond fast enough."

"Oh, no need for sorry," Amber smiles, "I didn't mind seeing your penis."

"Oh, and to get back to what you just said," Janice then says, "I don't have a new friend, Evert is here just for the sex. I met him this morning in the gym, but I'll tell you all about that later. But we are not dating on anything."

I can't prevent Amber from having a few good looks at my dick when we clean up in the bathroom, go downstairs, pick up our clothes, and get dressed again. And I am ashamed and proud at the same time at her remarks how good it looks and how sorry she is for not seeing it hard. Especially when Janice unabashedly responds that my dick does indeed look even better when hard, and how great it felt inside her. Amber and Janice seem to have a remarkably open relationship, which shows again when Janice, while getting dressed, asks Amber about her last date, and how Amber then responds with all the details of how the boy that took her out gave her a quick fuck in some dark alley, and did not even put in the effort to give her an orgasm.

"But by the looks of it, you did not have that problem tonight," Amber remarks, as we sit down in the living room.

"No, Evert has first licked me to a wonderful orgasm, and then made me cum two more times as he fucked me. It was wonderful. I totally recommend him."

I just took the glass wine that Janice poured me from the side table as I hear those words. With the glass still in my hand, I sit motionless, surprised by what I hear, unable to say anything myself.

"You serious? You don't want to keep him for yourself?" I hear Amber ask.

"Are you kidding? I told you this was just for sex. I might call him again, it was

really

good, but I'm gonna fuck others too. I'm back on track. So he can fuck whoever he wants. And I wish for you that he wants you too."

Amber doesn't hesitate to turn towards me. I force myself to unfreeze, and finally bring the glass to my lips.

"Well, how about it Evert? Would you like to fuck me too?"

And then she all of a sudden pulls her shirt over her head. She's naked underneath, and I look with relish at the two little mounds on her chest.

"My tits are much smaller than Janice's. I hope you don't mind? But my husband says that my cunt is a smaller and tighter too, so that makes up for it!"

Her husband?

I choke on my wine. Coughing and spluttering, with tears in my eyes, I put the glass back on the table. Janice quickly comes over to me, to pats me on the back. Once I can breathe normally again, I wipe the tears from my eyes. Unfortunately, Amber has put her shirt back on.

"Your husband?" I then say, "and yet you ask me to ..."

"No worries," Janice responds, before Amber can react, "Amber has been a total sex addict from a young age. She can never get enough, most definitely not from a single man. Sander knows this, he knew it long before they got married, and he knows he can only keep Amber by giving her the freedom to fuck other men too."

"And he gets to fuck other women, of course," Amber adds.

"Yes. That's how he knows your cunt is tighter than mine. Although he didn't exactly complain when he fucked me."

"Not at all, why else do you think he kept returning," Amber smiled, "too bad that stopped."

"Well, Robin didn't want me to fuck around. And I don't have that burning need that you have, he gave me all I needed. But I now start to wonder why I didn't call Sander after we broke up."

"Yeah, good question. Hey, what do you say, shall I ask him tonight to give you a call?"

Then the women suddenly seem to remember I am still there.

"Oh, sorry, Evert. It is such a habit of us to discuss our sex lives, we had forgotten that you are still here."

I say that I don't mind. Which is true. I am listening, with a combination of bafflement, wonder, and admiration, to how openly these sisters discuss their sex life.

"But you still didn't answer my question. Do you want to fuck me too?"

"Yes, please. I'd love to. But not now, I am spent. Oh, and don't worry about your breasts. Yes, they are small, but they look wonderful to me. If your sister had not made me cum twice already today, I would have become hard again when you showed them to me."

"Twice?" Amber responds with a surprised face, and then turns to Janice, "I guess that means you really need to tell me all about the gym, because that sounds like a super juicy story!"

"Of course. But that's girl talk. Evert, I hope you don't mind? I had a great time with you, it was wonderful, but it's time for you to head home."

"No dating," I repeat her wish, "you made that very clear. And you are right, our age difference is too much, it would not work."

"But can you leave you number before you leave? I had not expected that fucking an older man would be this nice, I might call you for an encore. Oh, and I believe Amber also wants your number."

Saturday, January 7, 2:38 PM

I tell myself to relax. Yes, of course I made sure that my apartment is immaculately clean, fresh sheets on the bed, a long shower for myself, and an extra shave downstairs. After my misjudgment when I visited Janice, I decided against jeans and button down shirt, so I am wearing a simple T-shirt and comfortable lounge pants. I did not skip the after shave, though. All in all, I am ready.

But I sit here waiting since two fifteen already. Impatient. Nervous. She'd be here at two thirty, is what she messaged me. I check the clock. Eight minutes late. What is eight minutes anyway? Eight minutes, that's nothing, right? Bad luck with traffic lights, no free parking spots, simply leaving a bit late, there are countless reasons why someone can be eight minutes late. Or nine, I think, as I see the large hand of the clock jump forward. She'll come. Surely she'll come. And if not, how bad would that be? A disappointment, sure. But not the end of the world. Right?

The bell rings, and I jump so fast off the couch that I nearly trip. I walk to the intercom and push the button that opens the door. And then I realize that I didn't even activate the video screen to check it's her. But it has to be her, right? Who else could it be?

I hear a knock on the door. I'm already there, but I realize it might look too eager if I open it that fast. And so I count to ten before I open the door. And then it is all I can do to suppress a relieved sigh when I see that it is her indeed. Amber. Here by Janice's suggestions to "try me". She instantly followed up with an apology, saying that she really doesn't see me as just an object. But I don't mind. I know she doesn't want a relationship. Least of all with me, a man over twice her age. She is just here for sex. And I'm okay with that. Men my age would kill to have sex with a gorgeous young woman such as Amber or Janice. I already got to fuck Janice, and now Amber wants me too. I have won life's lottery!

I take Amber's coat and hang it. She is surprisingly lightly dressed for the time of year, in a simple short-sleeved T-shirt and a short skirt. I briefly admire her legs, but then I lead the way to the living room.

"Do you want something to drink first? Or would you rather go straight to the bedroom?"

She laughs, a clear and almost musical sound, and then pecks my cheek.

"Wow, it sounds like someone is ready. Are you in a hurry, Evert? As far as I'm concerned, we'll sit down first and have a cup of tea."

"Okay," I say, and make for the kitchen, but then she laughs even louder.

"Hahaha, you really believe everything, don't you? No, man. I drank at home. I'm here for sex, you know that. I do want something to drink, but not from your kitchen."

And then she drops on her knees and pulls my lounge pants down in one fell swoop. She hums approvingly as she sees that I'm without underwear, so that my dick dangles right in front of her face. She grabs it with one hand, and leads it to her mouth. I get super horny from the warm, wet, and soft cavity that my dick now inhabits. I feel her tongue massage my dickhead, as her hand grabs my skin by the base and pulls it up and down. I see dimples form in her cheeks as she applies extra suction. My dick instantly responds, and within seconds, it grows in her mouth to maximum size. Amber has to move back a bit to prevent herself from choking on my growing dick.

She bobs her head up and down, fucking me with her mouth. A few times, I feel my dick hit the back of her throat. The first two times, she stops and then pulls back. But then, as I ffeel my dick touch the back of her throat for the third time, I feel more pressure as she keeps pushing her head forward, and then a heavenly feeling as my dick penetrates her throat. She keeps gliding forward, until her lips brush my mons pubis. She keeps it there for a second, then pulls back, takes a deep breath, and takes me once more in her mouth, and in her throat. This time, she keeps me there for longer, even moving her head up and down while I am in her throat, fucking me with not just her mouth but also her throat.

It's wonderful. So wonderful that I'm unable to stop my orgasm. The third time that she swallows me like this, I cum already. I need to hold on to the couch to remain standing, because my legs get all wobbly, as that wonderful feeling ripples through my body, and I spurt several ropes of cum in Amber. The first one goes directly in her esophagus, but then she puls her head back a bit, to catch the rest in her mouth. She swallows as I shoot, making sure not to waste a drop. And once I have given my last bit, she lets it swirl around in her mouth, like a wine taster does with wine, before happily swallowing it.

"Wow, you came fast!" she says, almost reprovingly, but then adds with some admiration, "but it was a lot!"

"Yeah, I didn't allow myself to cum since Tuesday. Hopefully that'll help me cum more often tonight. But that's why this one came quick. And of course also because you are great at giving head. And throat."

"Yes, that is true, I kinda cheated. But are you serious that since Tuesday you haven't ...?"

"Nothing. Not even my right hand."

"Shees! Nutter. A day without sex is a day wasted. I fucked my brains out all week this week. I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Janice already told me that you're addicted. Fuck as much as you want, with whoever you want, and I'm very happy that I get a go too."

"Well, what are we waiting for, then? I think you mentioned a bedroom?"

I step out of my pants, which is still hanging around my ankles, get out of my shirt as well, and then lead the way to my bedroom. Amber takes a quick look, then stands in front of the bed.

"Undress me!" she commands.

I nod, and then grab her shirt first, and lift it. Amber cooperates, by lifting her arms. I drop her shirt and look eagerly at her small breasts.

"Still just as beautiful as Tuesday," I whisper in admiration.

And then I close my lips on her left tit, and kiss and suck the firm flesh of that small, form mound. She moans, runs her hands through my hair for a moment, pushes me closer to her, but then instantly pushes me away again.

"Go on. I'm not naked yet."

I lower myself on my knees, bringing my face close to her crotch. I see that her skirt uses just a single button on the side. I undo the button, and then the skirt falls down, and I am rewarded with the sight of a gorgeous little cunt, right before my eyes. Amber has shaved her cunt completely bald, giving me a great view of her still closed labia. I move my mouth to her mound and kiss her, and I'm surprised how smooth her skin feels. As if he's not shaven, but grows no hairs at all. I enjoy the sensation for a moment. Then I stick out my tongue and lick her lips, that might not be open yet, but are already very wet and taste delicious.

I enjoy the delicious taste for a way too short time. I so much want her to spread even wider, so I can lick her even better. But she doesn't. Instead, she pushes my head away after a much too short time.

"Sorry, I am way too horny. I need to fuck. I want you inside."

She turns around and takes the last two steps towards my bed. I look in admiration at the graceful movement of her back, but of course her buttocks too. They aren't big, the contrary. Small, flat, and nice and firm. All of a sudden, I feel doubt. Those small tits, her smooth cunt, and now this small butt. I hope she's not ...?

She lies down on the bed, her legs spread, giving me a great view, between her legs, of her cunt, glistening from her own wetness. But then she seems to notice the doubt in my eyes.

"I know what you think. Or I think I do. My age. You're not the only one who has doubts, Evert. I know that, with my small boobs and tiny ass, I look young. But I am really 23. I can show my driver's license, if you want?"

"No need," I reply, reassured, "I believe you. But you are right, I did have doubts. Not only because of your chest and ass, but also by how smooth your cunt is. I shave myself, but I never get it

that

smooth."

"Laser hair removal," Amber responds, "Hurt for a bit, but now I never have to shave again, and it's much smoother. I like that for myself. But it does wonders for my sex life too, there are really many men who enjoy me just because I look like I'm 16. You have no idea how often they ask me to dress up in school uniform and wear pigtails and all, and who want me to roleplay."

"Really?" I say surprised.

"Oh, yeah. I'd guess that at least a quarter of all men have the hots for young girls. Perhaps even half. If it had not been taboo and illegal, I could easily have started to have sex at fourteen, instead of having to wait until I was eighteen. But no worries, I more than made up for lost time since."

She laughs out loud with those words.

"It doesn't work that way for me," I admit, "and I'm surprised it's that many. But I won't doubt you, you have the experience. But not for me. I love your body, but as the body of a young adult woman, with gorgeous firm titties, a super smooth cunt, and delicious little buttocks."

"Well then, what are you waiting for? It's time to give this young adult woman the fucking she craves!"

Unfortunately, my dick has deflated during our conversation. But Amber quickly fixes that. As soon as she closes her lips on my dick, I feel blood rush down, the result of that wonderful and by now familiar sensation of her warm and soft mouth; plus the memory of just before, when she surprised me with an extensive deep throating. She doesn't repeat that part. As soon as my dick is hard again, she stops her blow job and repeats how ready she is for a good fucking.

And so, I crawl between her widely spread legs. I aim my throbbing pole at the soaking entrance to her cunt. Then I push, and I feel resistance, I have to push hard for the elastic entrance of her tunnel to give way and allow my dick entry. Then I push deeper, slowly but surely, amazed at how incredibly tight Amber feels. All of a sudden, I notice this thought in my head, that I can imagine how a sixteen-year-old might be just as tight, or even tighter. Scared with myself, I hastily push that thought aside. Those are things I don't want to think, can't allow myself to think. I look at Amber as I push my last inches in, and her happy face does show the signs of maturity I seek. The form of her face, but most of all the radiance of her eyes, are those of a woman in her twenties, not in her teens.

It's a good thing that I already came before. Amber's cunt is so deliciously tight, I want to enjoy it for a long time. Because I already shot a load in her throat, my dick is not on a hair trigger anymore, so I can keep going for a long time.

She is beneath me, lying on her back, enjoying my every movement. Wether I go deep and then wiggle, make long, slow strokes, or pump her as hard as I can, she keeps moaning for joy as her hands caress my back. Her body is relaxed at first, but starts to shudder and convulse ever more, until she removes her hands from my back, puts one hand in between out bodies to massage her clit, while her other hand squeezes one of her little titties. I know she is close to orgasm, so I up the pace. And then it doesn't take long anymore until her body tenses. Her mouth opens in a silent scream of joy, her already tight cunt squeezes my pumping fuckrod even more, and then her whole body shivers as the waves of her orgasm ripple through her body.

I pause a bit, to give her some rest. But then she lifts her legs and closes them around me, and pushes her feet against my butt as an encouragement to keep fucking. I comply. My hips pump, my hard dick slides in and out of her sopping cunt, her one hand now keeps massaging her clit as her other hand is back to stroking my back. I lover my body, still supported by my elbows, but low enough that I feel her firm boobs against my body, and that I can close my lips on hers. That's how we kiss, as I keep fucking her. I feel her breath in my mouth, and she and I now coordinate the speeding up of our breathing. Her moans and my groans sounds muffled, as the sounds resonate in our mouths. Her tongue caresses mine.

With every stroke of my dick, it gets treated by the smooth tightness of her cunt. I know I can't last much longer. Groaning and panting, I plunge in deep one last time, and then I feel how my sperm spurts forcefully in her eager cunt.

I roll off her.

"Sorry," I say, "I wanted to give you another orgasm, but you are just too tight, is just felt too good."

"No worries," she says, smiling, "when you wanted to lick just now I really needed a fuck, but I think I would enjoy a cum from your tongue now."

I hesitate. I have

just

cum inside her. If I lick her now, I would taste my own sperm.

"Don't be a wimp," she says, "did I complain when you filled my mouth just now?"

"Yeah, but ...," I start, without knowing what exactly I want to say. So I just finish with "... you have done that before, right? You know how it tastes. I thought you like it?"

"Yes, I do like it. But I had a first time too. That weighed like a heavy load. Sorry for the pun. But you get what I mean. Did you ever taste your own sperm?"

"No," I admit.