A text alert interrupts his music briefly, asking; if he would want to do something with Bree. He replies with; doing what? Another came; a threesome. He thought about it some, they did want to spice up their relationship, they might have sex all the time, but it isn't always special. He did like Bree, maybe not as much as she did, or acted, but he did think she was about as hot as Monique. He replies with; sure, she's pretty hot.
"I told you he'd go for it. Yay God-girlfriend," she whisper-yelled.
"Fine... I'm game. Never been with a girl, ever, but I'm game," she agreed.
Kevin follows the texted instructions to the alcove area, where they're hiding.
"What's he doing here," she queried.
"You were gonna suck my dick, right," he asked.
"Stop being coy, Bree. We already know you have a crush and wanted to prove your worth by giving him head," she said matter-of-factly.
"Don't lie to yourself," he whispers, leaning in for a kiss.
Her knees quiver a bit when their lips part, she slips down, carefully sliding his piece out, looking up; "I do want you, I want to feel what she feels. I haven't ever been with a girl either, before. I'll do it, if that's what it takes."
The moment she placed him in her mouth, she felt it grow, not moving a muscle to take it all in, on all levels. Once fully erect and twitching in her mouth, then did she suck. Her tongue caressed the shaft as her lips drug themselves to the base of the helmet. A gentle, satisfying moan came from both. Her fingertips just hooking his pockets, pulling her mouth deep onto him. Tongue cupped, pulling slowly back out, the head just shy of falling from her lips, she goes back down.
"Atta girl," Monique purrs.
You could time her strokes with a metronome, each pull bringing him closer and closer, his breath deep and shallow, clenching the bookshelf, bracing himself, "she tightens her lips like you do."
"I'm getting wet, watching my man so pleased," she purrs.
His hips start an opposing rhythm, looking down seeing her pleasured eyes staring back, glancing at Monique biting her lower lip. Her slow firm strokes are getting the best of him. With an abrupt growl, he unloads right in her mouth, his piece in an uncontrolled spasm. It creeps toward her throat, as she makes sure all is gone. She finally releases him, licking her lips and teeth with her cum covered tongue, before swallowing.
"Bree...," is all he mustered.
"Bree; I think-"
"No, lover, " her voice low. "It's your turn, I should learn this quick."
Bree pulled her pants down, pressing her nose between her legs, breathing deep, exhaling through her mouth, the warm air sending tingles up Monique's spine. Her legs slowly open as she braces herself on the adjacent bookshelf. Bree's tongue runs across her lips, tasting her juice. Runs back, sucking her lips in to hers, giving Monique the same metronome rhythm. Kevin stares at the pleased look on her face. Her mouth falls open. Her tongue writhing about aa deep in her as she can get it. Slowly she engages the clit, pressing her tongue firmly, rubbing, Monique struggling to stand, trying to muffle her stutter. Heavy tongue petting, taking it's toll.
"You sure know how to pick them, Mo-mo," he grinned.
Monique looks down, the sight of having her first girl is turning her on even more. Out of nowhere she felt suction with licking on her clit, her knees weaker. It's like she couldn't breath, the pressure intense, that tongue work. He knew she was going to scream, burying her face in his chest, feeling the sharp screams, her legs closed around Bree's head, ready to drop.
"So... worthy," they slurred.
"What are we gonna do with her," Monique took a large bite out of her pizza slice.
"Have wicked sex," he questioned.
"She's probably gonna want it all the time," she exclaimed.
