Jakki's silky hair arrives in my lap like an indulgent gift, a cool tumble of platinum, a golden river that brushes my thighs and drapes over my hips. A ragged sigh leaves me at these first feather touches.
Jakki's mouth and neat upturned nose grazes my abdomen, plants slow leisurely kisses along my wide spread thighs, onto the folds of my buttocks where the double bed ends. Her hands slide up my shins as she kisses my arse and I am afforded an excellent view of her head, the crisp line of her fringe that compliments her girlish cheekbones, propped as I am against a stack of pillows.
I witness the arch of Jakki's back, her tight butt and kneeling legs, the soles of her feet, reflected back at me by the doors of the mirrored wardrobe. Another sigh quivers from me.
Nuzzled against me and on her side lounges Kelly. These are the crumpled sheets of her bare double bed. My eyes travel her creamy skin as she meshes slender fingers through my chest hair, long fingers that have inspired my body before, squeezed and massaged my body to the heights of pleasure. She makes a loose claw and drags polished nails over my left nipple, over ribs and down the side of my leg. Two girls touching me, teasing my senses.
Thin curtains soften the summer light. Kelly's detached house is quiet, still in the mid-morning heat. There is only our breaths, the aroma of hair. The whisper of flesh on flesh.
Hung over from the night before, I am tired and relaxed.
Last night I shared this bed with my girl friend Kelly and the new long-limbed blonde we chatted up at the bar. In the morning blackness we got back drunk and curled up together, my arms and legs round Kelly; her's round our new friend Jakki. Though I was exhausted I barely slept, with the other girl so close. My cock wouldn't soften, sandwiched in the nook at the top of Kelly's butt cheeks and against my stomach. My heart had raced through those long dark hours, throat tight with anticipation.
Jakki had agreed to Kelly's proposition.
Now she was about to carry out the promise.
This same woman, whose eye the men at the bar had been desperate to catch. She is knelt here on the floor, my thighs trapped beneath her arms, her breath washing over my lap, into my groins.
I am hard.
My abdomen aches with hours of pent up fire. I've left my bladder full. It helps intensify the sensation of bloated lust. I am soaking up their caresses.
Jakki's sapphire eyes bore into me. My cock lies before her and she gazes up my body and into my face. She heaps licks all over my bulging ball-sack.
Her palms haven't taken my cock yet. Instead they stray near, over my fuck-ready pleasure-hungry abdomen, slither up my torso. She points to my mouth, one long index finger. It slides over my teeth and tongue to rest at my throat. The silver manicured nail. Every slim knuckle. Staring back along her arm, this reversal has my brain thudding with expectation. I suckle and she flops her face onto my stomach, rolls her tongue in, into my navel in wet spirals. She moans. I'm moaning onto her finger.
Kelly slithers her arm under my neck, cups my shoulder and cuddles close, enchanted by our mutual appreciation. The groaning, Jakki's probing. A pant escapes Kelly. She bites her lower lip. Nails dig, curl into my shoulder. She loves to be jealous.
Jakki comes up; her finger glides from my lips.
Kelly's whisper is a hot gust in my face. "You want her to do you, don't you."
"Yeah."
"You want her," Kelly lifts Jakki's glossy hair in her fist, "to suck you, don't you. Don't you."
It slides out of me. "Yes."
I am locked in Jakki's gaze. I can feel her hard nipples pressing apart my inner legs. Her sleek hair, almost bum length when not defying gravity, trails up to Kelly's grip. My eyes roam, trying to drink in this trophy, this immaculate woman, every facet and inch of her skin. Jakki's smooth shoulders. Tan skin. Vivid full lips. Small nose, angular and pert. Just the way I like it.
I bask in her gaze as her fingers coil about the root of my sweaty cock. She lifts me, proud and flaccid.
Kelly lets the hair drop. A golden fan, it falls around Jakki's face and in my lap. Kelly gathers it over to the other side of Jakki's head so she can watch this woman's face.
Kelly wants to know.
She wants to see this act from my perspective, appraise my responses as another woman sucks me off.
Jakki tilts her face, dark eyes resting on Kelly while she rubs me with her lips, mashing slowly up and down the underside of my rod.
The rush is overwhelming, as if my whole body were being rubbed. I go taut, toes curling and grunt. I watch, feel and grunt. I can't resist. I'm falling now, consumed with urges. I collect Jakki's hair, twist it into my palm and hold the curtain aside. Energy, hot and rubbery, blooms through my abdomen.
