Odd Opportunities

After Scott left the room, there was a few moments of shared silence between Samantha and I. It wasn't an uncomfortable type, but a sort of silence that occurs when two people are reflecting on recent elements of their conversation. Or the kind of silence that will present itself between two people who had been drunk and had begun to sober up. Meanwhile I was looking about the room, peering into the dark recesses of the room not really finding any signs of life. Even though the music from the other room was still going, it didn't seem as loud as before. I began to wonder if the party was dying out and that perhaps the fun for everybody was over for the night.

As the silence between Samantha and I went on for a few more seconds, she spoke up, "Well shit, I'm ready to sleep. I think I had wayyyy too much fun tonight–I'm preaching to the choir saying that to you I suppose! Am I wrong?"

I yawned and stretched my exhausted body for a second, then laughingly replied, "Oh yeah, I think I feel ya on all of that. I think Trevor would agree too if he wasn't passed out over here." We both looked over at Trevor, who had fallen completely asleep and was all stretched out on the huge pillows strewn across the big couch. He was out cold by the looks of him.

"Awww, just look at him, all fucked-out!" Samantha joked as we both gazed upon his spread out body, his swimming trunks only partially pulled all the way up, the top of his trimmed pubic patch poking out. She then started peppering me with questions, "How do you know Trevor anyway, Elise? By how Scott was talking, you guys are traveling together or something? Are you two dating or a serious couple or what's the deal?"

I drew in a deep breath, "Well, it's a very, very long story, but basically we're just friends from high school that just got 'reacquainted' over the past couple days." I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as I used the word 'reacquainted', as it obviously was an extreme understatement. "We're not 'together' I guess if that makes any sense. We're just friends with benefits at this point, which is entirely cool with me. Then again, who knows? Maybe we'll be something more in the future, but I'm not too worried about it."

Samantha laughed at my creative use of wording in my explanation, "Yeah, I think I follow you. He's kind of a hot guy now that I can see him, before I could barely make out what you two were up to. You definitely lucked out with landing a guy who looks like that, girl!"

I couldn't help but nod in agreement with what Samantha was saying, Trevor was definitely hot, without a doubt. But for some reason I had to gush over him even further by blurting out, "Plus he's got, like, the most beautiful-looking cock I've ever come across!" Maybe I just wanted to brag, make Samantha jealous, or simply to be devious, but I still confessed this to her–my newly found confidante.

Samantha's face brightened up, "Oh really? Hmmm... Like how do you mean? Are you saying he's pretty big?"

"Oh yeah, he's big all right. But it's not just that, it's got a nice visually aesthetic quality to it that is tough to explain. Does that make any sense to you?" I asked her quizzically, not sure if I had expressed myself well enough.

Samantha nodded, "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." Then she paused, looked past me at Trevor and then back at me again. Her face had gone from looking innocently curious to utterly devilish, I could practically see the dirty-mind wheels spinning in her head, "Well... why don't you just show me?" She wrinkled her nose after saying this, sort of unsure of what my reaction would be I assumed.

My mouth dropped at this suggestion, and then I just laughed softly while considering it, "Shit, he is pretty much out of commission. He probably wouldn't even wake up by the looks of him!" My excitement level that had dwindled from the ultimate sexual high from fucking and sucking both Trevor and Scott began to flare up again. I felt like I was on some sort of rollercoaster ride of sexual energy, where I'd gone from zero to ninety-five back to zero and then right back up again. Although I was completely wore out physically and mentally, this new situation which had presented itself set me off once more.

Samantha looked as though she was feeling the same exact way I was, "I just want to see it, not that I don't believe you or anything... just really curious!" I couldn't help but sympathize with her as we seemed to share that same 'I wonder what it's like' habit of curiosity.

"Alright, but we're going to have to be super careful about this," I responded, "We should try to see it without waking him up, you know what I'm saying? Kind of like a little challenge in a way." This was quickly turning into a silly game that two like-minded, over-active imagination-having, dirty girls were planning off-the-cuff.

Samantha flashed a million dollar smile, "This is going to be entertaining to say the least!"

She made the first move towards our prone, soundly sleeping victim by slowly standing up and moving past me on the couch. "C'mon Elise, I'm dying to check this thing out," she whispered.

I had to giggle as I crept right along with her over to Trevor. His legs were spread slightly, with one foot on the floor and the other stretched out along the length of the couch. Luckily those baggy swimming trunks he'd hurriedly pulled up on himself weren't up that far on his hips, so getting them off wasn't going to be that tough to do. I knelt down as quietly as possible on his right as Samantha did the same between his legs.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I stated in a very hushed manner, "Ok, I'll get this side of his trunks and you get the other side. But do it really slow, get me?" Samantha nodded silently with an obvious look of impending excitement at what we were about to do.

We both tentatively got ahold of either side of his trunks, being extremely careful to not touch his skin. Then we both started a slow, steady pulling motion to get them down from below his hips and ass. They easily came down as we worked together to get his cock into full view, but as we didn't want to wake him, it seemed to take minutes to do so instead of the few seconds it actually took.

Right away, we got the base and a couple of inches of his cock exposed. I noticed quickly that he wasn't completely soft, which really surprised me after all the action it had gone through in one day. Even semi-flaccid, Trevor's dick was still a good five or six inches long. It was amazing in a way as most guys' cocks never looked this big in this state.

Samantha stifled a gasp as we uncovered our victim, then whispered to me, "Wow, if it's any longer I'm going to be definitely impressed." I looked up at her with a smile of pride, thinking to myself that she really had no idea just yet. Once we got his cock completely exposed to the air, I asked Samantha, "So, do you see what I meant? It's something else, right?"

Samantha's mouth was wide open in a display of genuine disbelief, then whispered back, "Yeah, I so do. And here I thought Scott's was the nicest I had ever seen."

Again, I felt a rush of pride cross over my mind, like I was showing off a new toy to a friend at Christmastime. Although I didn't consider Trevor and I's relationship as anything but casual, it was me, not Samantha, that had gotten him first. I was filled with a feeling of power right then, and I felt like I needed to exercise it a little, but by being charitable towards Samantha.

I got a very evil idea, "Should we see how hard we can get him without waking him? Because if you think it's nice now, you really should see it at full mast." It was becoming tough to keep my voice down with the growing excitement this little experiment was starting to give me.

Samantha nodded vehemently, adding quickly, "Hell yeah. That's a great idea. God, this is just too damn funny." She didn't even look at me when she said this, as her eyes were fixated directly on Trevor's tumescent cock. I could tell she was just as curious to get a good look at Trevor's cock fully hard, just as I had been earlier that day in the car.

"Alright... here goes...," I said quietly as possible and reached out with my right hand towards his shaft. I was so nervous as I did this, watching Trevor's face closely for any signs of life. I took my fingernails and just lightly started brushing them along the length of his cock, starting at the base and up towards the head. Samantha looked on, wide-eyed and understandably anxious to see how far we could go without Trevor waking up.

Surprisingly, it only took a couple of minutes before we were treated to seeing it thicken as even my light stimulation began working its magic. Samantha then reached out a hand and let it hover over mine, which I took as a non-verbal cue that she wanted to help things along. So I moved my hand and decided to let her have a try for herself. Instead of using her fingernails, Samantha was a bit bolder in trying to get it hard and began using her fingertips to lightly stroke along his hardening length.

Her manipulations got an immediate response from Trevor's cock, as it started to move a bit as it got more engorged with blood. I alternately looked from his face to what Samantha was doing, playing look-out while getting simultaneously nervous about waking him and progressively turned on. I was amazed to see that Trevor wasn't looking like he would ever wake up again, as he was appearing to be in a deep sleep despite what we were up to.

After watching his face a few seconds, I glanced back down to see that Samantha was now lightly squeezing his cock in between her finger strokes. "Easy now, Samantha. God, I can't believe he's getting this hard and not even stirring," I whispered to her while watching the veins start to stand out on the shaft and his entire cock begin to raise off his leg and up into the air.

"Oh God, this thing is off the hook," Samantha half-whispered, half-giggled as she visually took in what we'd created. "Ok, your turn now," she said as she sort of passed the baton to me, smiling widely as she did so. I noticed that her hand looked extremely dwarfed by the size of his cock as she was even smaller in stature even compared to me.

I chuckled softly, reaching out my hand to grasp him much like Samantha had done. I began lightly stroking the underside with my thumb while keeping my fingers loosely around the rest of his shaft. Although he wasn't completely hard yet, my hand looked like it only covered a third of his cock. I could feel the pulses of his heartbeat through the skin getting stronger every second as the heat radiating from the still inflating member increased. As I continued to touch him, I couldn't help but begin stroking longer and less gently in small increments. I knew I was getting carried away, but since Trevor wasn't reacting whatsoever, I went ahead anyway.

Curious to see Samantha's reaction, I asked her as softly as possible, "So what do you think? Pretty fuckin awesome, right?" Samantha barely responded with a nod, licking her lips while staring at my pseudo-hand job performance.

While I continued to more brazenly jerk him off as the moments wore on, Samantha reached out and grasped the top portion of his cock right along with me. It completely shocked me at first, but then again by looking up at Trevor's face and seeing no real reaction, I calmed down quickly. It was amazing that even though we both weren't all out jerking him, just still somewhat lightly stroking, he had gotten this hard this quickly. Once her hand joined mine, Trevor was completely and utterly hard as a rock and had started leaking pre-cum onto Samantha's hand.

"Damn, look at that," Samantha breathed heavily while looking at the sticky fluid clinging to her hand. She inspected it for a second then quickly brought the back of her hand to her mouth, licking what had collected there. "Hmmm, not bad at all," she commented while licking her lips, then went right back to stroking the upper half of Trevor's hard-on that my hand wasn't occupying. I was stunned by her outwardly slutty display yet watching her do it was an incredible turn on. After all, what did I really expect her to do? I would've probably done the exact same thing, plus I had to keep in mind that I'd had a lot to do with starting all of this in the first place!

So here we were, collectively stroking Trevor's big beautiful eight-plus cock, each of us seemingly getting more aggressive with our efforts. The sound of wet, sticky, rhythmically squishing became louder than our heavy breathing and Trevor's light snoring within a few seconds. Samantha had started a twisting motion to her up and down strokes which bumped into my grasping of the base, working his pre-cum into a frothy-looking coating along the rest of his length.

Breathlessly, Samantha uttered, "God this looks so fucking good, Elise. I can barely conceive how you sucked this, let alone fucked it like I saw you do." Seeing as how both of our hands barely covered his entire cock, I began to think the same thing.

Although I had started feeling a bit unsure about how much further we could take this whole 'game' of ours, I couldn't help but give into a deep urge to show off to Samantha. "Well... do you want to see how I did it?" I replied somewhat nervously.

Samantha looked puzzled for a second as I pulled her hand off of his cock and raised up higher on my knees, steering it towards my face. With my eyes looking directly at hers, I opened my mouth wide and took the head of it in very slowly. I immediately felt the intense heat emanating from his cock on my tongue, as well as tasting the semi-sweet lather of what he had excreted from our tag team hand job. Samantha watched intensely as I took another couple of inches into my mouth and began to work my head up and down on it at my slowest pace. After a few soft sucks I pulled off to check on Trevor's condition and saw that he'd turned his head slightly away from our direction.

I got concerned that perhaps the game was over, that we had woke him up! "Hey, did he wake up?" I whispered worriedly to Samantha while removing my hand from his cock.

"Shit, I don't know. I was too busy watching you sucking on that thing for me to notice, but I don't think so. He didn't make any sort of noise, I know that for sure." She replied quickly, snapped out of her voyeuristic trance.

We both completely stopped moving and scanned Trevor's body and face for any indication that we may have woke him. The seconds passed like minutes, but there was no movement, no sound coming from him that would lead us to believe that he in fact was anywhere near awake. He simply must have just shifted around to get more comfortable while in his alcohol-induced, coma like sleep. When I was feeling reassured that I could continue sucking him in his passed-out condition, I was startled to see Samantha with a mouthful of Trevor's cock. Her eyes were tightly closed, small right fist wrapped snugly around its base to steady it for her enveloping lips.

"Samantha," I said as insistently as possible without being too loud, "what are you doing? You're gonna wake him..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as I tried to make sense of what was happening right in front of me.

I was mesmerized with the sight, plain and simple. I was watching the cock I'd had in my own mouth three separate times that day being sucked by another girl, a girl that I barely knew anything about beyond the fact that she loved to fuck and suck relative strangers. She moaned lightly around the giant shaft lodged in her face, which was almost cartoon like to see as more then a few inches of his cock disappeared then reappeared from her mouth as she sucked him. Within moments of closely watching Samantha's gradual quickening of the speed of her bobbing head, I knew that she wasn't going to stop until she got Trevor to cum.

Samantha had pretty much lost all control at that point and I determined that this little 'game' I'd started had become something different altogether. As much of a turn on it had been to play around with Trevor in front of Samantha and sharing him with her, seeing her completely take over with little or no regard for me stung a little. It wasn't so much that I was jealous or anything, because I just plain wasn't. It was more the principle of the matter in that I simply wasn't feeling like I was even remotely part of the fun anymore.

I watched her become more and more into trying to take as much of him as she could, straining her tiny mouth with each pass. She obviously was beyond caring in whether Trevor woke up or not, moaning louder and stroking him fast with her right hand. As she did this, she reached down with her other hand and pulled her shirt and bra up over her small tits. She immediately started pinching her nipples, which already were poking out like a couple of pencil erasers. Her eyes remained closed the entire time as I witnessed her blow job skills from less then a foot away.

For some reason I really became distracted by the itchiness my cum-encrusted bra was causing, and the smell of the dried cum left on my body permeated my senses. Even though I should've been really turned on by watching Samantha suck the living daylights out of Trevor's now-throbbing cock, I felt like I needed to leave, get cleaned up, and get some well deserved sleep. My eyes searched in the darkness for my peasant top I'd recklessly thrown somewhere while Trevor fucked me, but there was no way I was going to find it in the darkness of the room. So I resigned myself from breaking up Samantha and Trevor to find it, "I'll manage" I thought to myself. I then I sat back on my heels, contemplating how to dismiss myself without making a big deal out of leaving something I had started.

It was right about then that Trevor started to move around a bit, opening his eyes a little and looking completely disoriented. "What the fuck?" He mumbled, looking around aimlessly while trying to get his eyes adjusted to the still very dim lighting of the room. "Who the hell...? Who are you?" He finally asked, as it took him a few seconds to figure out that he was getting a furious blow job from Samantha, whom he obviously didn't remember from earlier.

I laughed at his hilarious reaction to finding his cock buried in someone's mouth, "Her name's Samantha, Trevor. Let's just say she likes ya a little bit!"

Meanwhile, Samantha didn't stop what she was doing for one second or even attempt to slow down. She stared right up at him with a good half of his dick in her mouth, pulled it out with a loud 'pop', and simply said "Hi Trevor!" Once these words were spoken, she went right back to work, drooling saliva all over what wasn't shoved into her mouth.

Trevor's face changed from disorientation, to utter shock and disbelief, to a look of pure satisfaction as though his brain had just been jump started. "Holy fuckin shit?! Well hello to you too! Jeeeeesus..."

Laughing hard at his words, I decided that this was my time to exit, as Trevor obviously was being taken care of by Samantha. More like being devoured by Samantha, by the way she continued to go crazy with his cock in her hand and mouth. Part of me wanted to stay and watch how things would unfold between the two of them, but it was almost four in the morning by this time and I knew I needed sleep and very soon.

I stood up quickly, leaned over Trevor's lust-contorted face and kissed him deeply, then whispered in his ear, "Enjoy yourself, Trevor. I'd stick around but I seriously have to sleep, I'm so worn out."

Trevor could barely spit out any words at all with the distraction of Samantha sucking him but managed a weak sputter of, "But don't you want to...?"

I quickly cut him off, "Nah, I really have to take a shower and crawl into bed. I'm assuming I'll have to do the driving tomorrow because you're not going to be worth a shit!" I added with a slightly haughty laugh, "Have fun with your little present, Trevor. Oh, and by the way? I know for a fact that she likes taking it in the ass. Just a little FYI for ya there, you big ol' stud."