Before we begin, I feel it only prudent to remind everyone that this is a work of fiction, and that everyone involved is over the age of eighteen. Having said that...
Mr. Owens is about to meet his new playmates.
Anyone want to read more?
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"Hi, Mr. Owens!" Alex smiled, as I opened the door. It was Friday night, and Melissa was already here.
In fact, she'd been here for hours, and we had been having sex the whole time. She was now quite mellow, and relaxed, having cum several times.
I, on the other hand, hadn't. Cum, that is. What started out as a plan to make sure there was plenty of hot semen for my new partner, had left me with a pump primed to the maximum. My teeth were floating. I had dressed to greet my new playmate, not wanting to overwhelm her.
"Hello, Alex," I replied, my eyes falling to her beautiful chest, which was nicely displayed in the open neck of her blouse. She saw my expression, and pivoted aside.
"This is Mirai," she grinned, and gestured to her petite friend.
Wow,
I thought.
She's so tiny, but so big at the same time. This is going to be fun.
Tiny, she was, at just under five feet tall, with the typical slim build of young Asian girls. A short, black skirt hugged her hips, cinched around her narrow waist. Above, a classic white blouse billowed out, containing her impressive chest, buttoned to the top. Her smile was genuine, if a bit nervous, and I met her eyes with a smile of my own.
Speaking of eyes, her were huge, and very expressive, while still being dark and mysterious. Her hair, long, straight and black, completed the look.
"Nice to put a face to a name," I said, taking her hand. "How is it I never noticed you before at school?"
"Most people just look right over me," she smiled, then giggled in a cute girlish way. "Also, my boobs grew a lot in the last year," she winked. "I've heard you like girls with big boobs."
"Now, I wonder who might have told you that?" I laughed, as Alex tiptoed up for a kiss. Melissa appeared behind us, coming down from the bedroom, naked.
"Hi, Mirai!" she called, totally at ease. Her huge tits wobbled hypnotically as she walked over, and lifted my arm, tucking her nude self under it. "Ready to have some fun?"
"Yes, but I'm a little afraid. How much will it hurt?" Mirai replied, concern on her face. She had obviously seen Melissa naked before.
"Well, he's got a pretty big cock, so it's going to stretch you open," Melissa volunteered, "but it's the most wonderful hurt you ever felt." She moved across to her friend, and wrapped an arm around her diminutive shoulders, immune to her own nudity. "Alex and I will both be there, to help you through it. Once it's done, then you can really enjoy it, like we do. Right, Lexi?"
"Absolutely," Alex nodded, palming my crotch. "You didn't wear him out, did you? Left some cum for the rest of us?"
"Oh, I think you'll find he has lots left," Melissa giggled, knowing I had a huge load in store for whomever was in the firing line. "Where do you want to start? How about the den? We can make out, and get things warmed up?"
"Okay," I nodded, and watched Mirai caress Melissa's ass as they walked ahead of me. Melissa was nearly eight inches taller than her tiny Asian friend. It was interesting to watch from behind.
"Ready to pop another virgin?" Alex asked, pressing her body tight into my side. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her little pussy. It's gonna be so hot!"
"I can't help noticing that Mirai seems quite comfortable around Melissa, in the nude," I smiled. "That's not just from sharing a locker room during gym class, is it? There's more behind it than that, isn't there?"
"Oh, I'm not sure I should tell you," she giggled. "it might spoil the surprise."
Uh huh
. Like one pair of bi-sexual lovers wasn't enough, she had to bring in a third.
By the time I made it into the den, Alex was already undressing. On the couch, Melissa was busy kissing Mirai, who was eagerly kissing back, and fondling Melissa's breasts. I took a seat on the other side of Mirai, and settled in to watch.
"May I touch you, Mirai?" I asked. She paused her actions, releasing her grip on Melissa's left breast, and sat back.
"Yes, Mr. Owens," she smiled, her voice quivering. "Please, touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to make me a woman."
"Oh, I think that's already been taken care of," I answered, looking at her curves. "You are definitely all woman."
My right hand landed softly on her right breast, caressing the fabric of her blouse and the feminine globe beneath it. She leaned her head back, and closed her eyes, with her mouth slightly ajar, asking to be kissed. I was happy to do so, tasting her cherry-flavoured lips while my hand fondled her further. I found the buttons on her blouse, and slowly unfastened them, one by one. She moaned softly, into my mouth.