This is the second chapter in my String of Luck. Everything about this string revolves about Nella, my wonderful girlfriend. As most of you know by now, we met at a sculpting class a year and a half ago. The events told in the first chapter happened the during the first few days of our being together. This one is a bit more recent. You see, five months after I met her double-E quasi-nymphomaniac roommate, Justine, she received an incredible job offer in another town and decided to move out. This is the short story of the day of the changing of the guard. (another "of the" anyone?)
Even if my relationship with Nella was going great, I was not ready to move in with her. By then I was also aware of something peculiarly interesting: most if not all of her friends were gorgeous in their own ways. Those who read the first chapter know that Nella is a full-figured Goddess, with breasts to die for and hips that screamed womanhood with each of her steps. She keeps her brown hair at shoulder length and never applies make-up around her deep green eyes or on her sweet lips.
Ever since I met her and discovered every little inch of her body, my earlier fantasies about emaciated, nubile adolescents with silicon-like breasts evaporated. Still, one has to make compromises: I do turn my head when such a cheerleader dream walks by. Instead of merely turning my attention away from adolescent-type bodies and towards fully bloomed women, Nella broadened my definition of beauty.
Why am I telling you this? Because this broadening allowed me to appreciate the unique beauty of every single friend she brings home. If Nella wasn't so open and free with her sexuality, this would be a big problem: lusting about your girlfriend's friends isn't normally a good thing. But as I was discovering, even during my first months with Nella, is that she was just as turned on by her female friends as I was. I learned that the hard (yet so much fun) way with her first roommate. So even if Justine won't be the main guest character in this chapter, she'll make a delightful little appearance.
This section of the String of Luck happens roughly five months after I discovered Nella. At this point I was more or less living with her and Justine, and I was enjoying as much sex with both girls as I was able to. The only thing that remained an unexplored taboo was anal sex. I really, really don't know why. I've tried talking about it with Nella, to no avail. And as I was constantly sore from too much sex already, I couldn't conjure up a real passion for the cause... But apart from that little detail I was enjoying sex at its best and fullest.
Yet now Justine was going away and things would change irrevocably. Change they did, but not for the worst. One evening Nella came back from a sculpting class (I had abandoned it long ago...) with a new friend, Jenny. I was sitting on the couch in the living room when they came in. I merely turned my head around to see who was with Nella. A lithe, raven-haired girl that seemed to be coming right out of the sixties was standing there with a great smile on. And next to nothing else... She was wearing a thin, much too thin wrap around cloth as a skirt and a tiny bikini top. It was hot outside this summer, but maybe not *that* hot. I waived at her with my left hand, which was quite unusual.
As both girls were removing bags and sandals we talked a bit. But there were no ways in hell I was going to move from the couch: I simply looked at them between the wall and the thick column. Here's the topo: her name was Jenny - Nella had met her at a massage parlor this very afternoon - they were going to enjoy the backyard pool tonight - and right now they were going to change. The usual introduction-pre-pool discussion. Just before they entered Nella's room to change, I casually asked them if they could take the front door to get to the pool. Nella barely paused for one second before winking and agreeing. I thanked her in a voice that was definitely not as tranquil as I had hoped it to be.
As soon as they closed the door to her room I closed my eyes, leaned my head back on the couch, sighed deeply and with my right hand I pushed Justine's head lower upon my cock. She was a genuinely inspired cock-sucker and such a small thing as a stranger in the place was not going to make me stop her. Her tongue twirled like a dancer on ecstasy around the head of my cock, languorously redefining the meaning of a blowjob every time she gave me one. I don't know how she managed it, but as she moved lower and took me deeper, I could feel her tongue scouring every single nerve cell on my glans. Then I would feel it against my underside, pressing against the huge vein that ran up and down my entire length.
Of course, she was also a master at deep-throating, an art she was patiently and diligently trying to teach Nella. And I have to say, after half a dozen sessions, that Nella was getting pretty good at it. Right now Justine had taken the cue of my right hand and was engulfing every single of my eight inches. Her nose was buried against my pubic bone and her tongue was occasionally darting out to reach my balls. I moaned out loud in pleasure, uncertain as to whether Jenny could have heard me.
Soon after I began spasming under Justine's ministrations and she looked up. Slowly she pulled her lips away from the base of my cock and licked my entire length with a growing smile on her face.
"Where do you want to cum Will?"
"Hmmm, that's a very good question..."
"Fuck yourself, pervert!" She laughed at me, "I know you want to spray all that delicious cum all over my face. "
I remained speechless but my smile joined hers.
"Go ahead, big boy, force me to take a shower..."
And with that thought she dove right back upon my cock with renewed vigor. At this point I believe I heard Nella and Jenny going out through the front door. I'm honestly not sure. To finish me off, Justine closed her mouth just below the head and sucked in while rubbing her tongue directly on the most sensitive part. I loved every second of it. Since there are no actual penetration movements, it takes longer to cum and the sensations are definitely different. When I felt my balls tensing up and my cum racing up my shaft, I moaned and grabbed the base of my cock. Justine moved back and straightened up, making both of her nude breasts bounce up into view. She took the classic pornographic pose: her mouth half opened, her eyes looking defiantly into mine and her breasts squeezed together just below her neck. She *really* wanted my cum.
I was happy to oblige. Spasms raked my entire body and most of my muscles tensed up in anticipation. Seconds later the gates opened and my cum sprayed all over her left cheek, nose and forehead. I pumped and aimed my second shot right into her mouth, the third and fourth over both her breasts and managed to drip the remaining cum in her curly hair. She then pushed me back on the couch and took me in her mouth one last time to clean me up. When she saw that I was still hard enough, she leaned forward and trapped my cock between her breasts for a dozen or so cruelly magnificent thrusts. Her saliva and my cum mixed to lubricated this last pleasure just enough for me *not* to cry out.
After that she took her time in cleaning herself and licking her fingers clean. When she kissed me, I was ready for the pleasure of sharing my own cum with her. The first time she did this a few months ago, I had been taken quite aback and both she and Nella had laughed at me. "You've made us drink so much of it; you could at least taste it!" I laughed while kissing Justine now, as she was laughing too, reliving that episode in our minds.
When she took it all back and swallowed it like the cum-slut she was proud to be, she got up and sat beside me. After cuddling for a few panting minutes, she turned her head and asked:
"So, what's she like?"
"Jenny? Well, she's good looking and seems to have come straight from the sixties."