Friends To Threesome In 1 Day Ch 02

Justine starts to laugh. She stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around my neck.

"She'd probably say, 'Juss, you greedy little bitch! I asked you not to wear him out!'"

"Yeah, about that -- why would she suspect--"

"Oh come on, Ben!" She looks at me like I'm a half-wit. "You asked us to get naked with you! We're not idiots -- we knew you were into one of us, but we just couldn't figure which one."

"Ah, but that's where you guys were wrong!" I grin and kiss her passionately. "I didn't want just one! By the way, I'm nowhere near worn out. And I still want dessert!"

I grab her around the waist and hoist her onto the counter.

Justine lifts her bare feet up onto the counter as well, so her heels are on the edge She scoots her ass toward the edge, her legs wide apart. I dive in close to her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. I kiss her inner thigh on one side, then the other. Then I lick her groin muscles.

Finally I go at it, lapping across her labia with broad strokes as if I'm licking an ice-cream cone. My tongue works its way up until I find her clit, and I zero in on it. As I do, she inhales sharply and exhales a soft moan.

I alternate licking and sucking her clit, suddenly remembering the wacky advice I'd read in a sex manual somewhere to "lick the alphabet on her clit" (I ignore this advice.) As she starts to get more worked up, I cross a couple of fingers and ease them inside her. Turning my palm upward, I uncross them, and she moans. She's so wet!

"How do I taste?" she asks.

I come up for air long enough to answer: "Wonderful!"

Then I get back to it. The tips of the two fingers inside her find the nubby texture of her g-spot, and tease it as I ease off her clit and start licking her broadly again.

Pretty soon she starts bucking and moaning. She grabs her nipples through her white cotton t-shirt and again twists them, really hard.

"Oh BEN, ohmygod, I'm coming!!!" she groans. Not that she needs to tell me this -- I feel the waves of pleasure running through her body, especially the two fingers inside her. Her pussy is so muscular, and I feel every quiver. Finally, she sighs and tilts her head back. She's still enjoying it, and she hasn't told me to stop, so I keep on going.

I lick and flick my tongue more lightly now, very lightly, and focus more energy on her g-spot, tap tap tapping with my fingertips. She pulls the t-shirt off, and once again I'm looking at her spectacular breasts, and I just can't believe my luck.

She's moaning. She's quivering. I can't tell where (or if) one orgasm ends and the next begins, but I just keep working and working up to a crescendo of intense lustful energy, and I'm tap-tap-tapping her g-spot while I suck and flit my tongue over her clit, up and down, side to side, and Justine is just loving it. Her thighs clamp in tight around my ears and eventually her quivering subsides.

She relaxes her thighs.

"Whoa!" she exclaims, barely able to catch her breath. "That was... just wow."

"Yeah, it was!" I stand up and kiss her passionately, curious to see if she likes the taste of her own juices.

She kisses me deeply, yet softly. So good.

I help her down from the counter.

"Maybe we could rest up a little bit before Kyra gets here?" she suggests. "I'll go put out my futon."

Her apartment is a traditional one, with tatami floors. Instead of sleeping on a bed, she sleeps on a thick futon roll that she stores in a closet during the day. As she gets it ready, I clear the table and wash the dishes. Then I pick up the various items of clothing we've discarded so far and carry them into the other room.

Justine is already lounging on top of her blankets, laid out in her full glory. I want her again, but I'm also very sleepy... I can't keep my eyes open...

I awaken sometime later to the exquisite sensation of Justine's fingertips once again gently exploring my cock.

She stops, looks up at me, and gently fondles my cock with her hand.

"You have a gorgeous cock," she says. "But I think your balls would look better if they were smooth-shaved."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Would you let me shave your balls?"

"If I do, are you gonna shave your pussy?"

"No, I don't like to shave it. But I have a student in my adult conversation class who does sugar waxing at her spa and she's been badgering me to try it. If you let me shave your balls, promise I'll get my kitty waxed this week, and next weekend it'll be fresh and smooth."

"Next weekend?" I'm slightly surprised that she's already planning our next rendezvous.

"Got somewhere else you'd rather be next weekend?" she asks, in a tone of mock disappointment, her hand still on my cock.

"No -- sure, let's go for it!"

In the bathroom, she lathers me up and very carefully goes to work on my scrotum with a large pink razor clearly meant for her legs. It tickles in an odd way. Then we both soap up and rinse off.

She towels me off and admires her handiwork as I try to get used to the breezy sensation between my legs.

"Looks so much cleaner!" she declares, satisfied. Then she leans in, licks my balls, takes one into her mouth, then the other. "Better mouth feel, too."

Once again we start to towel off. This time she puts on lingerie -- another matched lace set, this time in black -- a short skirt, and a crop top that she ties at the neck.

"Wow..." I'm at a loss. "You look amazing."

She smiles and blushes ever so slightly, then rolls her eyes.

She hands me a t-shirt to go with the sweats. As I get dressed, she grabs a can of Pocari Sweat -- Japan's answer to Gatorade -- out of the fridge. It's a sports drink with a rather unfortunate name (so called because you drink it when you sweat) and an unappealing milky-whitish color. Fortunately it tastes better than it looks or sounds.

There's a knock at the door.

Justine opens the door and greets Kyra with a bright "Hey!" and a hug.

Kyra's wearing a loose shirt pulled down over one shoulder and a slightly longer skirt than Justine's.

"Hey Ben!"

I instinctively double-check that my boner's gone. It is, thankfully, and I get up and give her a hug and a big smile. "Hey Kyra!"

She smells like vanilla and tropical flowers.

"So... What's this next big adventure you have in mind for us?" she asks with enthusiastic curiosity. I steal a glance at Justine and I blush.

Kyra's eyes dart from Justine's face to mine and back to Justine's.

"Why are you guys being so weird? What's the big mystery adventure? Come on, tell me!!"

(Come on, man, don't lose your nerve. Don't lose your nerve. Don't lose your nerve...)

"Come on, Ben," Justine urges. "Tell her what you told me when you got here."

"Yeah Ben, what is it already?"

(I don't know why I should feel shy

now

... I mean, so far things have gone great, right?)

"What I told Justine when I got here is that ever since our visit to the forest

rotemburo

last week, I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you both look in the nude..."

I pause.

"Okay, thanks... and...?"

"And that I've been fantasizing about being with you two ever since."

"Wait, are you saying you want to date us

both?

"

I inhale deeply.

"I'm saying I'd like to be with both of you..."

"--at the same time," Justine cuts in, unable to stop the corners of her mouth curling into an enthusiastic smile.

"What?! How would that even

work

?" Kyra asks, looking genuinely concerned.

"That's exactly what I asked!" Justine chimes in, grinning.

"However we want it to," I say. "The three of us sharing and exploring each other's bodies--"

"--and our own bodies," Justine adds.

"Absolutely, and our own bodies, in any way that's sensual and comfortable and sexy and erotic and pleasurable,

If

you like the idea."

Kyra turns to Justine and demands, in what sounds like a slightly accusatory tone (though I can't tell -- maybe she's just playing), "And what did

you

say to this proposition?!"

"I told Ben I didn't think it was at all fair that he'd had such a good opportunity to check us out from head to toe while he somehow managed to prevent us from getting even a glimpse of his package."

"And then?"

"And then I took off my clothes," I say.

"He's got a great package," Justine blurts out, now blushing. "But as soon as I saw it, that was the moment when I picked up the phone called you. I swear!"

"That's why the vibe feels so weird in here!" Kyra says, apparently quite indignant. "You guys honestly couldn't wait until I got here!"

I grin, sheepishly, and shrug, blushing.

Justine chuckles. "We did do some pre-game warming up," she says.

"When I said 'Don't wear him out,' I mean it as a joke, you idiot!" Kyra chides her.

"Nobody's worn out. I've got plenty of energy for you, Kyra. Does that mean you're into the idea?" I ask, resting my hands on her slim waist.

She doesn't move away.

"Well, I have to admit, I'm intrigued by your proposition..." she says, and I lean in for a slow, gentle kiss. Kyra gently presses her lips to mine. I step back, my hands still on her waist.

Looking deep into her beautiful eyes, I ask, "Ever kissed a girl?"

She contemplates me in silence for a moment, bites her lower lip, then walks over to Justine, puts her hands on her waist, and kisses Justine in the same, slow gentle way that I had just kissed her. She looks over at me, smiles alluringly, then looks into Justine's eyes and says, "

Now

I have." They both giggle, quietly, and kiss again.

Damn, this is hot!

Justine discreetly motions me over. As they continue kissing, I lean in from behind Kyra and kiss her ever so gently on her neck, then on her bare shoulder, still keeping my hands to myself. She sighs loudly.

Kyra kisses Justine's neck, while I meet J's lips with mine.

Holy shit, is this actually happening?? Yesterday this was still just a fantasy, and now I'm here with both women.

Justine's hands explore Kyra's skin under her shirt. Her belly, her back. When she reaches Kyra's nipples, Kyra lets out a soft moan.

Taking that as my cue, I lean in slightly, pressing my bulging sweatpants into her petite ass. I feel a hand on my ass -- Justine's. I'm running my hands through Kyra's hair, kissing and nibbling her earlobe, licking the back of her neck. She sighs and moans. It's like we're all slow dancing to some unheard, lustful tune.

"Let's go get more comfortable," Justine suggests, and, taking Kyra by the hand, leads the way into the other room. Kyra, in turn, offers me her other hand, and I eagerly take it and follow.

We're standing on Justine's futon, which is laid out on her tatami-mat floor.

Now Justine is standing between me and Kyra. Justine and I are kissing. Behind her, Kyra is kissing Justine's neck and untying her crop top, which she pulls over Justine's head, exposing her black lace bra. I bury my face between Justine's breasts, and then I feel the bra fall away. Justine turns toward Kyra and lifts her shirt off. Kyra isn't wearing a bra. They embrace, Justine's bare breasts pressing against Kyra's bare nipples.

Kyra cups the sides of Justine's bare breasts in her hands, then circles her tongue around one of Justine's nipples. Then she looks up. "They're so goddamn perfect. I mean what are you, a C-cup?"

"D, actually."

"Jesus, Juss! Are you

trying

to give me a complex?!" Kyra now puts her whole mouth to work on Justine's breasts. Justine inhales and sighs. She's loving it.

Not quite sure yet where I fit in, I put one hand on Kyra's thigh and the other on Justine's. They're both still wearing their skirts. My hands make their way around their inner thighs and continue slowly upward.

Suddenly Kyra turns to me, snapped out of her erotic reverie by my touch. "Ben! Why aren't you naked?"

I pull my t-shirt off.

"I want to see that package that's supposedly so great--" Kyra says. Grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants, she pulls them down to my ankles in one swift motion. My cock, which was already fully hard, bounces up and almost hits her in the chin.

Kyra's eyes grow wide.

"Holy shit, Ben, you have a really big dick!" She takes it in one hand and looks it over. I can't tell if she's pleased, alarmed, or both.

She puts the head of my cock in her mouth, then an inch more, then an inch or two more. She swirls her tongue deliciously along my frenum for a few moments, then pops my cock out and examines it again.

"Really big..." Kyra says softly to herself. Now she clearly looks excited and genuinely worried at the same time.

I'm about to say something about how I'm not in any hurry when she puts a hand on my chest and pushes me straight down onto my back. She pulls her skirt down and off, revealing a pink thong.

She dances around for a moment, showing off her tight, petite ass to me and Justine. God, I love an exhibitionist!

"You are sooo gorgeous, Kyra," I tell her. Justine reaches into the pocket of the sweats, fishes out another little silver foil square, tears it open, and once again silently spits into the tip and expertly unrolls the translucent pink latex onto my cock.

"Watching you do that, Justine -- it's hot what a sexpert you are," Kyra says. She pulls off her tiny thong and straddles me on her knees -- not like my girlfriends had done in the past, facing me, but facing my feet, giving me a perfect view of her tight little ass. Her pussy feels hot and wet against my belly. For a few moments she just grinds back and forth against my public bone. Then she takes my cock in her hand and lifts her hips so her pussy lips just brush the tip of my cock. She brushes the tip up and down her labia, up and down, up and down, several times, until I feel her slit starting to moisten.

Kyra lowers herself slightly onto my cock and groans.

She is soooo tight! It's a good thing I've already come several times today, or I would have lost it the moment she let out that sexy groan!

She lowers herself a bit more and lets out another groan.

"Oh my god, Ben," she says, in a breathless voice full of lust, "I've never had

anything

this big inside me! Not even my

toys

are this big!"

She raises her hips up and lowers herself down another inch or two. I don't dare move. I don't want to hurt her. I let her take her sweet time.

There's movement on the bed near my feet. It's Justine. She licks my freshly shaven balls, then the base of my shaft, and then--

Kyra gasps and suddenly sits upright as Justine's tongue touches her clit for the first time. She runs her fingers through Justine's hair as she laps and laps at her clit. Then she lies back and rests her body on mine. We both are just letting Justine do all the work (still wary I might hurt her, I'm being very careful not to move too abruptly inside her). Gently, I pass my fingertips and the palms of my hands over her gumdrop nipples.

Sounds begin to escape her lips, not a moan, more like a pleading whimper. Something like "Hmmmmohhhhhhhh? Hmmmmohhhhhhhh..."

Her breathing gets faster, and occasionally she holds it and skips a breath.

"Ohhhh hohhhhhhhh -- uhhh huhhhhhhhh -- oh fuck yes -- hmmmmohhhhhhhh? Hmmmmmmm? Hmmm -- hmmmmo -- hohhhhhhh...."

I'm aware of Justine's hot breath on my balls. I put my feet around her thighs. She's still wearing her skirt.

Kyra's body begins to quake. I marvel at this feeling: I'm not doing anything, just lying here with my hard cock motionless inside her, and yet I can feel her orgasm welling up inside her.

"Hmmmm -- hmmmmo -- hmohhhh yeah, ohhh yeah, oh my god YES, just like that just like that just like that -- oh please don't stop please don't stop please dohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Wave after wave of orgasm washes through her as her tight pussy clenches even tighter in spasms of ecstasy.

I feel Kyra's nipples harden under my hands. She's sweating now. Justine comes up for air and plants a long, slow kiss on Kyra's lips. Kyra hungrily kisses her back. I'm still hard, and my cock is still inside Kyra, but I'm trying to be patient and careful.

"Get back down there and do that some more, Juss!" Kyra moans. She puts her hands on Justine's head and pushes her down toward where she wants her.

Now Justine is licking Kyra's clit again, alternating sucking on it and flicking her tongue over that clit wildly.

Kyra's body again begins to quake, and she's making grunting sounds, grunting, gasping, and moaning.

Justine doesn't let up, and Kyra doesn't stop coming and coming and coming and coming, for I don't know how long. Finally, breathless and barely able to speak, she pushes Justine's head away and starts bouncing herself up and down the full length of my cock, pulling me nearly all the way out and then letting herself fall completely on my rod, up, down, up down, up down -- now I'm banging her and thrusting without the slightest thought or consideration, I'm just fucking her like mad, thrusting and pounding from below her petite body.

She moans loudly -- no, it's not Kyra, it's Justine, touching herself as she watches the show, jilling wildly, her legs splayed wide open in a split. Kyra notices this, too, and starts rubbing her own clit as I continue pounding her, and soon she's again grunting and groaning in pure animalistic pleasure as she orgasms yet again.

She slows to a stop and collapses on top of me. I pull out, and she rolls off me onto her side. I caress Kyra's lovely ass and kiss her back, her shoulder, then one of her nipples.

Then I collapse onto my back and we all try to catch our breath.

I pull the condom off and begin to stroke myself.

"You didn't come, Ben? Seriously?" Justine asks, genuinely surprised. I'm not as surprised -- I mean, look how many times I've already come so far today...

"Not yet," I tell her, still stroking myself.

"What can we do for

you?

" Justine asks.

"Let me put my cock between your breasts," I say. "I want to feel your gorgeous breasts caressing my cock."

"What?!" Kyra sputters -- her face registers an expression of pure shock at my request, but Justine is as unfazed as Kyra is surprised.

"Sure!" she says, smiling again.

"Gimme a sec -- I'll be right back."

I dash off into the kitchen and come back with some olive oil in a small ceramic dish. Justine, understanding immediately what the dish is for, takes it from me.

"Hey Kyra, you sit back against the wall, over here," Justine instructs Kyra. She props up a pillow for her. Kyra rests her back against the pillow. "Now open your legs." Kyra does this. "Now Ben, you lean back against her." I lean back against Kyra's lithe, naked body. Kyra starts to fondle my cock, but Justine instructs, "For now just relax and enjoy the view."

Justine kneels in front of me, her legs straddling mine. She takes the little dish and dips her fingertips into the greenish oil, then drizzles her fingertips between her luscious breasts. She rubs them together, spreading the oil. She circles her nipples and gives them a twist.

Leaning forward, she wraps her soft, large, warm breasts around my cock and moves them slowly downward so that the head of my cock pokes out from between them.

"Oh--my--god!" Kyra whispers in my ear.

Justine slides her breasts up and down, up and down. I hate the words

titfuck

or

titjob

-- they sound so crass and vulgar, but man, am I loving the sensation of fucking these tits!

"It feels soooo good..." I moan.

"I am loving watching this!" Kyra exclaims.

Justine speeds up, then pauses for a moment to take the head of my olive-oil-marinated cock into her mouth and suck on it. Soon, though, she's back to it again.

"Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh... soooo fucking good! Don't stop... Just like that... Please don't stop, oh Justine, mmmmmmmmm, yeah, keep goingm please don't stop..."

I feel myself nearing the edge, then reaching that point of no return--

"I'm gonna come -- I'm gonna explode -- ohhhhhh!!!"