I looked down through half-lidded eyes at the delicious scene below me. With my hands wrapped around both of their ponytails, sultry Vanessa was eagerly slurping at my engorged cock. Petite Kendra, being gently directed by my tug on her hair, was lapping up the come dribbling down Vanessa's chin. Both girls were moaning in delight, in spite of the fact (or due to the fact?) that they had absolutely no choice in the matter. It all started earlier that night...
First a little background information: I'm a mid thirty-something white collar anglo- saxon married man with a loving wife and two adorable young daughters (ironic, huh?). I keep fit by walking vigorously every night after coming home from my boring vanilla job. I have been told that I am handsome in a starched, pressed, pleated kind of way. Physically, I am about 6' 2" tall and weigh in at a trim 190lbs.
Back to my story. It was a typical Wednesday night, home around 6:30 pm, quick, light dinner and change into my Adidas nylon sweats and dark pullover sweatshirt. Since it was late November, daylight savings had already kicked in and by the time I hit the street it was very dark outside. My neighborhood is one of those sprawling suburban nightmares: phase one, two and three completed, phase four and five still under construction. My normal route involved cruising through the first phases and catching the hills in the back, half-completed phases before heading home. Not worried about time since the wife and kids were at Church (a Southern Baptist tradition I do not adhere to), I decided to catch the dark, mostly unfinished end of phase five.
As I walked past a dark, vacant, yet finished home, I noticed a flicker of light in one of the upstairs windows. The contractor building the houses had recently asked the homeowners association to keep an eye out for kids vandalizing homes in the area, so I was instantly alert and suspicious. I slipped behind the house and silently padded onto the deck and peered through the back door. Not seeing anything that outwardly grabbed my attention, I quietly tried the door. It was locked, but was not flush with the frame, indicating to me that someone had possibly jimmied the door open using a credit card.
I stepped into the kitchen and firmly closed the door behind me, locking it in place. My subconscious must have had an inkling of what was about to happen, or I never would have slowed down a possible hasty exit in favor of keeping any unwelcome intruder from interrupting the upcoming confrontation.
I crept up the stairs and heard the unmistakable sounds of girlish giggles and whispers coming from one of the back bedrooms. Intermingled with the quiet murmur was a strange clicking and "swishing" sound. Realizing it was the sound of spray paint being liberally applied to the walls, I felt my manhood tighten in my nylon sweats.
I jumped into the room and shouted at the top of my voice "STOP RIGHT THERE!"
You would have thought a nuclear bomb had gone off in the room. Both girls screamed hysterically and threw themselves backwards into the small closet, where they hunched down and clutched each other in abject terror. I strode forward and picked up the discarded flashlight and turned it to study the whimpering girls. Both were young and freshly beautiful, wearing their local Catholic School plaid skirts and white button-down shirts. Both had their hair up in ponytails with blue ribbons playfully cascading down their backs. Upon closer inspection, I realized I knew who both of these girls were.
Being the father of two girls myself, I spent many weekends at the local soccer fields watching games. The girls in front of me now were both esteemed members of the area high school state championship soccer team.
Vanessa was the team's sweeper, or center defensive back. I had heard that she had won a prestigious athletic scholarship to Clemson University, and was touted as one of the best high school All-American prospects in the nation. I had also heard that she had had some off-field disciplinary problems, such as drinking and driving and petty shoplifting. The word on the street was that one more mishap and bye-bye Clemson and hello second-shift at McDonald's. Vanessa was tall and shapely, with pleasing handfuls of breasts. Her best feature were her eyes, which like her skin, were dark and smoky. Her hair was long and black, almost to the point of having a blue-black sheen to it.
Kendra was the team's striker. Although not as skilled, or sought after by colleges as Vanessa, Kendra was still very handy with a ball (no pun intended). Kendra came from a very controlling family environment, and excelled at academics. The 411 on her was that she would be attending Vanderbilt University in the fall on an academic scholarship -- if her parents let her leave the house and not make her attend the local community college for a year first. Kendra was very small and petite and blonde. Her pale skin, freckles, and bright blue eyes contrasted nicely with Vanessa's dark, sultry look.
Enough background. Both girls had plenty to lose at being caught, and were quick to realize it.
"What are you going to do, Mister?" Kendra whispered, as tears welled up in her eyes.
"You realize I have you both in the palm of my hand, don't you?" I said as I pulled out my cell phone and began snapping pictures of them, the spray-painted walls, and the cans of paint.
"Please Sir, don't turn us in," pleaded Vanessa, "If I am caught in one more jam, I'll lose my scholarship, get kicked out of school...and my dad will kill me. I might even have to go to prison, I-I-I've heard it's much worse than Juvie."
Both girls began to sob and cry pitifully. Strangely enough, my erection began to grow and stiffen as I realized the power I had over these young ladies.
"I'll tell you what. You do EVERYTHING I say and I won't call the police – how's that?"
"Okay, Mister," Kendra sobbed, "We'll do whatever it takes to make this go away."
Both girls' eyes widened as I stepped forward and pulled my rock hard erection out for their inspection. At about a little over seven inches, I am not the largest cock on the block, but not the smallest either. I keep my balls clean shaven (a habit I continued after college – my wife thinks I'm nuts), and my member is long and clean, topped with a nice-sized purple head. A girlfriend once told me my cock is perfect – not painfully big, but with a large head that leaves them stuffed and fulfilled.
"Oh my God," Kendra whispered. "I've never seen one live before..."
Vanessa peered up at me with her big, dark eyes and said, "I-I-I've done this a few times before, but just with boys. Never with a man. You promise to let us off if we do this?"
"I'll tell you what, if you are both very nice, and very eager – and do everything I say – and I mean everything, I might let you go."
The girls looked at each other, then at my engorged cock, and nodded docilely.
"Okay girls, first – you will call me "Mister" or "Sir", when talking to me. You will do all that I demand, with no back-talk or pleading."
"Yes, Sir" they both dutifully responded.
"Second, I like a lot of tongue action. If I feel you are holding back, or just hoping to get this over with quickly, I'll leave and call the police. Your enthusiasm is part of your grade." As I spoke, my turgid phallus was pulsing up and down in eager anticipation of what was about to happen.
"Now, both of you move out into the room and kneel on the floor facing each other with your knees interlocking and your bottoms pressed firmly to the floor."
"Excellent, which one of you wants to suck my dick first?"
Kendra looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and tears began streaming down her face as she fully realized what she was about to be forced to do. Vanessa slowly raised her hand and huskily said "I-I-I'll do it first, Mister."
"Fine, then. Unfortunately Kendra, your first task is to lick my ass and balls while Vanessa sucks me off."
Kendra sniffled and mumbled "Okay" as I stripped off my running pants and stepped between their two faces. Being much shorter than her friend, Kendra tilted her head up at an angle, and I could feel the tip of her tongue as she lightly licked first my left ass cheek, then the right.
"Kendra!" I said sternly "Effort counts here – don't just use the tip of your tongue – lick it like it's covered in chocolate and you haven't eaten in a week."
She started licking in broad strokes with her tongue, but coming nowhere near my puckered asshole or balls. I reached around behind her and grabbed her ponytail and thrust her face deep between my ass cheeks. "Now lick like you mean it," I sternly scolded her. Her tongue found my anus and she moaned as she began suckling at the rosebud. "Stick your tongue into my ass, you little bitch," I roared. She thrust her tongue into my opening, making a gurgling, slurping sound as she rimmed my ass, tears flowing down her face the whole time.
"That's better – you are making my toenails curl now...perfect," I gasped.
Vanessa, meanwhile, was staring intently at my cock as it bobbed in front of her, awaiting my instructions. I turned and looked down on her while Kendra earnestly licked and tongued my ass.
"Your turn, young lady," I whispered to sultry Vanessa.
"Start with my balls – get them nice and wet." As Vanessa proceeded to lap at my balls, I could feel their tongues meet from time to time. Kendra was licking from the base of my balls, up the crack of my ass, stopping momentarily to tongue-fuck my anus on the way to the top. Vanessa was slobbering and licking all over my balls, looking up at me intently to see if I was enjoying her treatment.
"Excellent, you two are quick learners."
"Okay Vanessa, start on my cock now. At first, just use your tongue – lick up one side and down the other, and stop every time to lick all around the head."
Vanessa complied nicely, swirling her tongue around the head of my dick at every pass, making a noisy slurping sound the entire time.
"Mmmmm, that's very nice. You both realize that when I cum, you are going to lick up every last drop, don't you?"
I could feel Kendra shiver as she heard my words, and I knew I had a closet cum-whore on my hands. Vanessa paused in her tongue-lashing and quietly said, "Yes, Sir."
"Let's switch around," I announced, and stepped out from between their faces and spun around, so that Kendra was staring at my cock, and Vanessa was facing my slick, wet ass.
