“I’ve never blown you while you drove.” Abby breathed into the phone with a pout. “Why haven’t you asked me for that?” I had just finished retelling the story of the first time Beth sucked my cock- the first time anyone had sucked my cock. The memories of that night flooded my mind, and all the feelings returned: nervousness, excitement, embarrassment, fear, and an odd sensation like I had finished a great book or learned a new skill- like a superhero who found an instruction book for his unknown powers. Life had come at me when I had come in Beth’s mouth while I drove.
“Am I on speaker again?” I did not know if Doxie slept. Abby said she had been kidding about the incestuous lesbian sister love, but the thought still excited me. My fingers slid around my dick.
“No, I won’t do that again. Sorry. Does thinking about Doxie make your dick hard?” She sounded hopeful.
“Of course, not.” I let go of my erection out of guilt.
“It’s ok if it does. I like knowing your dick is hard.” She moaned into the phone. “Your dick is so amazing, especially when it is a stone pillar between your legs.” She moaned again. I touched myself again carefully. I did not want to cum, yet. “I think you are making me a real freak, Joey. I just switched the hand playing with my pussy. The hand holding the phone right next to my face, now, is so wet and foul.”
I gave myself a squeeze and a quick pull. “Nice isn’t it? You should-”
“Yes.” She interrupted. “I used to think it smelled gross. But I think I understand now. It is a strong musky odor, I don’t know, like an attic or something, but nice.”
“Abby, your pussy does not smell like an attic.” I laughed.
“How would you describe it then?” She quipped quietly.
“Hmmm, good question. Strawberries?” I gently stroked myself.
“Definitely not strawberries, but I see where you are coming from. Mmmm, I’m getting close. Mmmm. Maybe an attic storing strawberries.”
“Is your sister asleep?” I asked.
“Stop talking about my sister while I’m jilling.” She laughed. “I’m kidding. She is awake though.”
“Hi, Joey!” Doxie yelled from the background.
“She’s watching?” My cock thickened.
“Doxie, Joey said you make his dick hard.” Abby laughed, and I heard Doxie join in the background.
“I didn’t say that!” I protested uselessly.
“Of course I make his dick hard. Everything makes his dick hard.” More laughter. “Can you hear me, Joey. Janet and I loved watching the bulge rise in your pants every time you hugged Nicole today.” We had been rehearsing the one act where Amy and I were married.
“I tried to say ‘Nicole is cute’ and ‘I did not get hard’ at the same time, and it came out as a mumbled mess. Nicole’s long dark hair smelled so nice when we hugged. She was a little thicker than Abby, and emotions I did not understand surrounded me with her embraces. “Awe, Joey, are you embarrassed?” Abby asked me. Then to Doxie, “He can’t even talk.” Back to me, “It is ok. I am not jealous.” Then she lowered her voice to a loud whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for you to fuck her, too, if you want.”
“Her body is a little more plumb and soft than yours Abby. She just felt nice.” I guiltily explained.
“It’s ok, baby.” Abby consoled me. “I told you already I like knowing your hard dick is lusting for all the girls. It supports my endeavor.” She laughed. “Just let me love you and stop worrying about it.”
“You guys are disgusting!” Pier yelled again.
“Shut up, loser,” Abby said to Doxie. “So Beth sucked you on the way home from the movie?” she asked me.
Life was crazy. My girlfriend, my perfectly beautiful girlfriend, wanted me to relive one of the greatest moments of my life. She wanted to lay in her bed touching her tasty pussy while I talked about Beth sucking my dick for the first time. Not only that, but her sister was in the same room watching her play with her pussy. “Is Doxie playing with her pussy, too?”
Abby laughed. “Doxie, Joey asked me if you are touching your pussy.” The sisters laughed hysterically together.
“Why’s that so funny?” I heard whispers. “Put me on speaker.”
“Are you sure? That really bothered you last time.” She teased me. “Here, just a sec.” There was shuffling on the other end of the phone line. “Here, I put the phone down between us so you can tell us both the story.”
Doxie spoke up. “Joey, if you ever tell anyone you talked my sister and me through an orgasm, I will kill you.”
“Are you both naked?” I released my cock before it exploded. It bounced with me beneath the sheets.
“I’m wearing a Tee.” Abby answered. “No panties, though, and the Tee is pulled up pretty high. I am laying on top of the covers with my legs spread.” She giggled. “This is nuts. I am looking at my pussy-”
“I am, too,” Doxie interrupted with a laugh. “I am naked, Joey. Totally stark, raving, mad naked.”
“Shut up!” Abby joked. “Joey, you know how on a sweltering summer day you can see waves in the air over hot pavement. I think I see that same effect over Doxie’s welted pussy right now. It is so hot, just steaming.”
“Doxie?” I wanted the younger sister’s attention.
“Yes, Joey.” Doxie sounded breathless.
“Same for you?” I heard movements increase and I breathed into the phone. “Is your sister’s pussy steaming, Doxie?” This was turning me on so much I shivered with cold nerves.
“She does have a pretty little pussy,” Doxie answered. “It is so pink and swollen while she plays with it. It looks fatter than mine, though.”
“It is not fatter, it’s more grown up,” Doxie said. “This is fun, Joey. Just think, when we are in-”
“Do you want to fuck your sister’s boyfriend, Doxie?” I asked. Both sisters gasped. I panted. “You do, don’t you? Maybe I should just fuck you on the stage right in front of everyone.”
“God!” Both girls exclaimed in unison. Abby continued, “That is too much. Joey, you are going to make Doxie and I get jilling cramps. I just can’t stop.” I heard rapid and wet splash slaps. “Hear that? Doxie is slapping her cute little pussy like a whore.”
“God!” Doxie moaned. “Will you pay me, Joey? Will you make me your whore?” Both girls laughed.
“Tell me about Beth, Joey. I want to touch my pussy while you talk about Beth. Did she really suck your dickwhile you drove?” Abby finished with a whisper. “I love you.”
“Yeah, she just hopped to her knees in the passenger seat. I asked what she was doing. And she told me she was going to suck my dick. Then she did.”
“I can picture it. She is so little.” She moaned. “Did you cum in her throat?”
Doxie squealed. “Lucky bitch.”
“Yes. I didn’t know what to do. I probably came in less than a minute. I remember cars flying by me, and I noticed I was only going forty-five miles per hour.” I stroked my cock in reverie. “I know you love my semen, Abby, but you should have heard Beth. When I came, she sounded like a sickened, hungry goat. Then she kept thanking me for it, over and over.”
“Oh, God. Yes!” Abby came. “God, I love you. The goat comment almost ruined my orgasm, but I pulled through.
“Goat?” Doxie asked from the background.
“Shut up!” Abby chastised her sister then returned to me. “No more speaker phone. What did it feel like the first time you sank into her?”
“We’ve talked about this already.” I never tired of talking about it, truth be known. I could never forget that day, or the way Beth looked laying under me on my mattress. “There is one thing I never told you because it makes me feel weird.”
“Oh please.” Abby begged. “Give it to me, baby.”
“When my dick was hot inside her, all these strange images and, I don’t know, memories, maybe, flooded into my brain.” I knew I was failing to explain. I was so confused. I had been so excited to actually have sex with a woman, and I knew it would be amazing. The bible says a man and woman become one flesh, and we did, but even more. We had been one flesh, one mind, and one soul.
“Like fantasies?” Abby asked.
“No, not really. It is like the thoughts and stuff weren’t mine. It was like I was connected to Beth on an ethereal plane or something. I sensed excitement, pride, anxiety, but mostly it was just fear. A deep and secret fear. It was unnerving.”
“This is not really sexy.” Abby complained.
“You already got your nut, stop complaining.” I laughed. I wished I had not told Abby about that weird sensation. It was probably just my over excited brain.
“Good point, I think I am going to sleep now, baby. Do you want me to help your psychic dick cum before I hang up?”
“I should be good.”
“Ok, baby, good night. Save some of that delicious semen for me. And don’t forget Angela will need some this weekend, too.” She ended the call quickly while Doxie screamed ‘me, too’ in the background.
It was seven in the morning on a Saturday, and Abby and I drove on our way to Angela’s house. “I thought Angela went to Riverside Elementary. This is FairvIew area. Nice house.” Words rolled off my tongue as fast as my thoughts fell through my brain. “Do you want to see my cousin, Sammy, play Tee ball tomorrow? First game. Tuesday, Mr. Waters will probably ask about-”
“Geez! Stop it already. You always quack like a drunk duck when you’re nervous.” Abby rolled her eyes and laughed.
“A drunk duck? What even- What are you doing?”
Abby unbuckled her seat belt and sat on her knees in the passenger seat. She tilted her head to keep it off the ceiling.. “I’m not a tiny girl like hot little Beth, but I’ll do my best. But only if you settle down and stop rambling.” She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. “Don’t cum, though. We will try again another time when you can cum in my mouth, but today I’m only fluffing.”
“Fluffing?” I asked.
“Doxie taught that word to me. It means I’m just getting you all hard and excited. She said if I would fuck you like a normal girlfriend, she could fluff for us..” She wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and moaned. “The idea of you fucking Angela is hot. Really hot. My panties are soaked like a dishrag. Can’t you smell it?”
I grimaced at the dishrag comment then nodded. Abby’s musk filled the car so thickly I could taste it. My mouth started watering at that thought, and my eyes burned in a good way.
She stroked me slowly. “I can’t wait for you to fuck her. You will learn things about my best friend that no one in the world knows. I will be able to talk about you with her. She won’t be a virgin any more.”
“You still are.” I shrugged. “A virgin I mean.”
She waved off the comment. “I can’t wait for you to fuck her, but the whole idea of foreplay- kisses, cuddles, whispers, all that- I don’t think I like that. I mean I can close my eyes and picture your cock filling up my friend. It makes me smile and ruins my panties, but I don’t like to think about you kissing.” She leaned over and rubbed the head of my cock on one cheek then the other. “So I am going to suck you a minute, and when we get there, you will cum inside her.” She raised and looked down the street. “Take the next left then the second right. Angela lives in the brick house on the cul-de-sac. About five minutes away.”
“Then get to work.” I put my hand on the back of her head. She fell to my lap, devouring my dick. It was more of a tease than I was used to from Abbyy; She left all her normal tricks in the bag. She gave no special tongue rub on the head, and I never sank to her throat. Her moans were barely audible. The blow job was little more than frustrating. My cock was aching for a release, and Abby’s mouth denied. Five minutes later, Abby must have recognized when we turned into Angela’s driveway. She pulled her head up and took a deep breath.
“Tastes so good. Thanks, baby. They really should make a breakfast cereal out of it. Joey’s Jugger Nuts. That’s funny.” She slapped my dick loudly before tucking it in my pants.
“Would my semen be the milk?” I asked with a laugh. My stomach was knotted with desire.
“Mmmm, they’d sell out,” Abby said as she stood from the car.
“What does Angela’s dad do?” I asked. I secured my spit-slimy cock back in my pants and zipped. It fell against my thigh like hot, greased steel.
“He works down at Dovers. Has his whole life.” Abby massaged her jaw. “Why am I so sore? That was only a few minutes.”
I shrugged. “Abby, are you sure this is a good idea?” I was extremely nervous. I had only ever had sex with one girl, and that girl hated me, now. Well, I supposed oral sex was sex, so maybe I could count Abby and say I had been with two girls. Abby stared at me with an amused adoration. At least one of the girls still liked me.
“Pussy,” Abby replied. I wasn’t sure if she was calling me a pussy or reminding me I was about to get some pussy.
“Ok”, I said and followed Abby to the door. At school Angela always dressed so plain and never wore makeup. I had assumed she was from a poor family, but her house was half again the size of mine. “Is he a boss? What does her mom do?”
“I don’t know.” Abby said without looking back. “But I think he just works on the floor. Angela’s mom is a receptionist or something.”
“How do they afford this place?” Even the grass looked expensive.
“I guess they just don’t spend a lot. You’ve seen how Angela dresses. Her mom and dad are the same.” She laughed. “Now, stay focused pussy. You got a job to do.”
Abby raised her hand to knock, and Angela opened the door before Abby could finish her knock. “Hey, sorry, I was watching for you. Mom and Dad will be gone all morning. They went to Aunt Jules. They said-” Angela shook her head, “nevermind.” She backed from the door to let us enter. She wore a ratty tee shirt and baggy jeans. No makeup colored her face, but her hair seemed styled a little more than usual. “Sorry. I am so nervous. Need a drink or anything?” She backed into me as she spoke with Abby. “Oh, sorry.”
“It is ok, Angela. I am nervous, too,” I said. She was frantic.
“Geez, losers. Stop apologizing, Angela, he will be bumping into you over and over again in just a minute. He should be about ready, I’ve been fluffing.” Abby paused, proud of her new vocabulary. “Let’s get this show on the road. Come on.”
Angela and I followed Abby up the stairs to Angela’s room. A large mirror hung on the wall over the headboard, and otherwise the walls were empty. A simple room with a simple bed and a simple TV on a simple dresser. “Nice room, Angela.”
“Thank you,” Angela said.
“Don’t be sarcastic.” Abby said.
“I’m not!” I defended myself. “I am a minimalist.”
“Whatever, listen.” Abby shook her hands. “Geez! Why am I nervous?” She pushed her hands in her pockets and rocked one foot to the other while she spoke. “At first I wanted to remain present, then I decided that was rude with it being Angel’s first time and all. She probably wants a little privacy. Then I thought of leaving a video camera in here.” Abby shrugged, and Angela spread her face in horror at the idea of a recording. “I’m not, though.” Abby said calmly.
“Oh, God, Abby, a camera?” Angela shook her head. “I can’t do this.” Angela’s shoulder length brown curls covered her face when she lowered her head. She was not a fat girl, but any details of her body were hidden by her poor wardrobe.
“You are going to do this, Angela.” Abby spoke sternly. “I have thought a lot about this. You need to get fucked, and I have a resource here to do it.”
“Resource?” I asked. “Resource?”
“You stay quiet.” Abby pointed her finger at me. “You have a job to do here today. I need no back talk.” She grinned at me. “Pussy,” she mocked before returning to her friend. “Angela, you are all about efficiency and logistics. You want to get fucked, but you don’t want to have to get a boyfriend. After dating Joey for the past month, I can confirm your concern, boys are mostly just trouble. You have been my best friend for nearly ten years, and I want to help you.”
“Trouble?” I whispered. Abby cut her eyes to me, and I stayed quiet.
Abby continued. “I decided against the camera. I told Joey I did not want a bunch of kissing and making out. I understand your needs, Angela, and I hope you understand my limits.” Abby reached for and held Angela’s hands. Angela nodded. “You have never kissed a boy either, and you need that, too.” Abby sighed a long exhale. “So I want Joey to kiss you, too, but let’s keep it under control, ok? I am just going to trust you.” She turned to me. “And you.”
“This feels way too serious.” I was losing my boner.
“This is serious, Joey.” Angela said in her simple and shy voice. “Abby is right.” She turned to Abby. “You can trust me, and I love you, too, Abby. I really do thank you for sharing your boyfriend with me.”
“Anything, Angela.” Abby wrapped her arms around her friend and they shared a deep embrace. “Now, this is important, Joey is the only non-virgin in this room. You need to forget all pride and do whatever he says. Just trust him.” Abby touched Angel’s cheek and Angela nodded. I didn’t bother confessing the limits of my knowledge. Abby stepped to the door and tugged my sleeve. “I am going to talk to Joey for just a second while you prepare.”
“How should I prepare?” Angela asked with fright. “Oh dear.”
“Tell her.” Abby put a fist on her waist, facing me, and waited.
“Umm, what?” I was such a fool.
“Tell Angela what she should do to get ready for you.”
Both girls stood watching me patiently. I had absolutely no idea what Angela should do. “Sit and pray.”
“Yes, sir.” Angela sat on her bed in a prayer pose. “Dear heavenly Father, please let today be of Your will.” She opened one eye.. “Abby said to obey you, so I’ll keep praying til you say stop.” She closed her eyes again. “Fill my soul with-”
“Come here.” Abby whispered and pulled me out of the room. Even after the door closed we could still hear the murmurs of Angela’s prayer.
“Pray? Really?” Abby asked after the door shut with us on the other side.
“What was I supposed to say?”
Abby didn’t answer. Instead she dropped to her knees with her hands behind her back. “Put it in my mouth. Your cock. Put your cock in my mouth. I need to fluff.”
I could faintly make out the words of Angel’s prayer while Abby sicked me. “Allow Joey to find his pleasure in my body. Direct me to please my first-” She quieted just a little, and the bedroom door blocked her words.
Abby kneeling at my feet with her hands behind her back was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her long blond curls stretched nearly to the floor, the blue in her eyes lit her entire face, and her lips parted perfectly, tongue extending just a bit. “God, I fucking love the holy fuck out of you,” I confessed.
“No such thing as a holy fuck. That is why you don’t get to fuck me. Now, let me fluff.” The almost British accent was thick this morning. Abby smacked her lips.
No more time to waste, I lowered my waistband and dropped my shaft into Abby’s mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked. I was hot and hard in seconds. I placed my hand on her head and tried to push myself deep into her throat. She backed and shook me out of her mouth. “Nope. You get in there and fuck my friend.” She stood and pop kissed me. “I love you, too, boyfriend. I trust you more than I should. I know this is crazy. Maybe we should just forget-”
I put my finger over her lips. “Shhh. Wait here. I want you to finish that blow job when I return.”
Abby smiled bashfully. “Shucks, Ok.” We both laughed.
“In a few minutes I will put this cock back in your mouth and you will taste your friend’s pussy.” I was feeling cocky.
“I hope you last more than a few minutes.” She rolled her eyes.
“No promises.” I pulled my pants up and opened the door.
Abby pushed me in the room and closed the door behind me. Angela looked up questioning from her prayer. I signaled for her to stop, and she said, “Amen.” We stared at each other silently for a moment. Her eyes fell to my exposed cock, and she bit her lip, staring. “What should I do now?” Her eyes stayed on my member.
“You have never kissed a boy.” I asked.
Angela nodded. “That is true.”
“Would you like to?” I asked.
Her gaze rose to meet my eyes. I had never noticed how pretty her brown eyes were. She started to speak then shook her head and said, “You don’t have to kiss me.”
“I know.” I reached my hand out for her. “I want to. I don’t have to fuck you either, Angela.”
She took my hand bashfully and stepped to me. “You’re only doing this because Abby is making you.” She placed her hand on my chest directly over my heart. “You love her. She’s the best, and you better treat her right.”
I joined her on the bed. We both sat with our feet on the floor, hands to ourselves. “Angela, you are really pretty. I never noticed before, but-”
“Like I said, you can skip the pleasantries, Joey. I understand, and I am a tough chick.” She mockingly punched my arm.
“You are going to have to stop debasing yourself. It is a real boner killer.” I mock punched her shoulder as payback. “As I was saying I never noticed how pretty you are, and I apologize for that. But you dress so-” I shrugged. “You dress like an immigrant from Bad Clothes Town.”
She smiled. “You are so not funny.”
“I can tell from where you live-” I motioned around us. “Well, maybe not this room, but from your house, I can tell your family has money. Why do you dress like-” I gestured to the clothing she wore.
“It’s what I like,” she said unconvincingly. I shook my head at her knowingly. She confessed, “Ok, sure I would like to be more attractive, but I tried that once. In seventh grade I dressed up for my birthday and fixed my hair. I even wore makeup to school for the first time that day.”
“Did you have fun?” I asked with a nod.
“Sure, until I got to school and everyone made fun of me. When my mom dressed me-” she laughed- “if you think I have no fashion sense you should see my mom.” She shook her head smiling. “Mom had always dressed me, and, when she picked out my clothes, as horrible as they were, no one made fun of me, at least not the same way.”
“You’re not worth noticing.” I said simply.
Her face grimaced in pain. “Damn, that was harsh.”
“And true.” I put my arm around her cautiously. “You tried to be you in seventh grade and let a bunch of little monsters scare you. I understand, though. Kids are cruel. Truth, you probably just made them uncomfortable. You were the ugly girl, if you show up to school all pretty, it disrupts any semblance of balance in kid brains.”
“It corrected my balance.” She dug her heels in. “It taught me that I don’t have to worry what they think, I can come to school in rags if I want.”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” She turned to face me, freeing herself from my arm.
“It sounds more like you decided to only care what they think,” I explained. She stared back at me silently. I continued, “That day you got all prettied, that is how you really feel. You let what other kids think change you. Hell, you let mean kids make you dress in rags. That is pretty weak, Angela.”
“That’s- You’re-” Angela slapped the bed with her hands. “Fuck.”
“Exactly. Fuck those fuckers. Beauty is an asset, Angela. You have it, use it.” I remained silent, letting my words sink. I didn’t know why I started this conversation. If I was going to have sex with Angela, I wanted to deserve it. I wanted to help her. “I mean, think about it,” I smiled. “It is simple logistics.”
She smiled, too. “I’ll think about it.”
I’d take that as a victory. “Good, because ugly girls settle, and I don’t want any girl to settle for me.”
She laughed. “That’s funny, but I know you are only fucking me because Abby told you to.”
Her words hurt. “Abby is not making me fuck you, Angela. Take that back.”
She smiled. “It’s ok.”
“No, take that back.” I spoke slowly. “I agree. Abby is the best. I love Abby. But Abby is not making me fuck you. I am a horny boy, Angela. My girlfriend does not-” I shook my head- “will not fuck me. I have had sex before with an older woman so I have needs,” I confessed. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip while I continued. “Abby asked if I would fuck you. I immediately answered in the affirmative. True, I never considered you before, but now I notice your pretty face and soft hair.” I laced my fingers in her hair to accentuate. “And I really really want to kiss you, see what you hide under those clothes, and fuck the hell out of you.” I moved her hand to my crotch.
“It is so hot,” she said with a gasp.
“Caress it.” I ordered.
“Ok,” she breathed. She squeezed my dick hard with both hands. “So hot,” she whispered with her eyes locked with mine. I felt her breath on my lips.
“Take it back,” I said simply.
She looked at me funny, then remembered. “Ok, I’ll take it back. You are going to fuck me just because you really, really want to fuck-” She moaned as my mouth crashed into hers. Her tongue was timid at first, but I put mine deep in her mouth to set a good pace.
I wrapped her in my arm, we tongued silently while she tugged my cock. The kiss was every bit as sloppy as a first kiss should be. After a few minutes I pulled back with a pop. She kept her eyes closed and mouth open with a cheesy smile. “Angela, take your clothes off.”
“Yes, sir!” Angeal said with a salute. “Where should I stand?”
“There” I pointed. “Beside your bed.”
“Yes, sir!” She laughed nervously and stepped to the spot. “Do you like that, when I call you sir?”
“I really do,” I answered truthfully.
“I like saying it to you; I don’t know why.” She considered a moment.
“Take off your clothes,” I said. “Stop stalling.”
“Yes, sir.” Angela unbuttoned her pants and hooked the waist bank with her thumbs. “Here goes nothing.” She pushed her pants down and they fell to her ankles. It happened so fast that I didn’t even notice she had pushed her panties down, too, until they were on the floor. The large, white panties wadded atop the jeans around her ankles. My eyes climbed the smooth white skin of Angela’s legs. I whistled. “Damn, Angela, you should not be hiding that skin. Beautiful.”
I had only seen two pussies: Abby’s and Laura’s. Abby had the thin strip of fine, blonde hair. Laura’s flower had bloomed beyond her trimmed black bush. I never saw Beth’s, but she said she shaved, and I never felt hair. Angela’s pussy looked like a wild Aboriginal afro. I looked from her pussy to her eyes, and back again.
“Oh, God, you hate it. I know my pussy is ugly.” She held her hands over her face.
“I am just surprised. I did not know they could be so hairy.” I stood and stepped to Angela. I put my hand on her hairy mound. It felt strange and pleasant. “It’s soft, too, but different. It feels nice, Angela.”
“Thank you.” She lowered her hands and I kissed her again. “Abby said be careful with kisses.”
“Abby also said do whatever I say. Kiss me.” We kissed more while I played in her thick bush. My cock poked her belly and she gasped.. “When I leave, shave this bald.”
“Yes sir!” She kissed me more. Her tongue’s timidity forgotten, she licked every part of my mouth. The kiss was rough and clumsy, but I enjoyed it.
“Kick off your pants and take off your shirt,” I ordered, ending the kiss.
She pulled the shirt up, over her head, and off. She tossed the shirt somewhere, but my attention remained on her breasts. They were glorious. Like an idiot, I had expected tiny pink nipples like Beth, since they were friends. Angela’s nipples were dark brown, like her hair. The areolas covered most of her tits. Abby wore a C cup, and Angela’s were about the same size. “I love your tits, Angela.” I took off my shirt and stepped out of my pants. “Damn, Angela, you are gorgeous. I put my hands on her waist. “Look, I can almost circle your entire waist with just my hands.”
“My ass is fat,” she said with a pout.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She turned around. My hand fell on her ass cheek with a loud slap. It was the first time I spanked a girl’s ass, and I really liked it. My cock swelled to full mast.
“Ouch, what was that for?” She turned back around rubbing her ass.
“I told you not to talk bad about yourself. It’s a lie anyway. Your ass is perfect..” I tried to put my hands in my pockets. Remembering I was naked, I let my hands hang awkwardly at my sides with a sizzling erection.
Angela wrapped the fingers of both hands around my cock and stroked gently. “I’m sorry, sir. What should I do now?”
“Have you ever kissed my girlfriend?” My mind hoped.
“No,” Angela answered crossfaced. “Do you want me to?”
“Not yet,” I said. Angela breathed a sigh of relief. “Instead, drop to your knees and suck my girlfriend’s spit off my cock.”
“Abby said just sex,” Angela answered.
Abby called out from the other side of the door. “It’s ok, Angela.”
I laughed. “You heard your friend.” It still bothered me that I had never gone down on Beth, even though we had sex. I wanted Angela to avoid the same situation.
Angela rolled her large brown eyes and smiled. “Right to it, then.” She fell to her knees in front of me and examined my cock. “This is big, right?”
“See where it is shiny and wet? That’s Abby’s saliva. Lick it off.” I felt all powerful, and I loved it. I had to remind myself that this whole experience was for Angela’s benefit, not mine.
“Here?’ Angela touched her index finger to a wet spot halfway up my shaft. Her tongue felt cool against my shaft when she licked. “Mmmm. Abby,” Angela called out. “Your boyfriend’s cock is delicious.”
“Oh God!” Abby sang from outside the room.
“Angela, you might be tasting Abby’s spit. It is delicious, too,” I whispered. Then in a louder voice, “Abby, go masturbate somewhere else. This is between your friend and me.” There was no reply. Angela smiled up at me, and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I fell into the role of teacher. “Good job, Angela. Lick all around the head, keep your tongue engaged while my dick is in your mouth.” I moaned when I felt her response. “God, you are so good at this already. See how deep you can take me.”
Angela’s tongue lapped against my shaft as she took more of my cock. She was almost halfway when I felt her throat’s resistance. She paused and swallowed. The action pulled my dick head into her throat and another inch of my shaft into her mouth. In a gag, she jerked back. Her mouth hung open. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? That was amazing.” I leaned closer and whispered, “Abby could not take nearly that much the first time.”
“Thank you,” she said and put me back in her mouth. Her tongue danced around my glans teasingly, but she wanted me in her throat again. Another swallow and plunge, and she was only four fingers shy of a full deep throat.
“Damn, girl.” I put my hand in her soft brown hair. “A man may put his hand here where mine is when you blow him. It makes it better,” I instructed. She mumbled okay with my cock in her mouth. “Angela, you are a natural at this.”
She pulled off of me. “Wow! It tastes fabulous. It is a little like how I smell, but not exactly. It is so much better.”
“You are going to make a lot of guys happy with your lovely mouth.” I thumbed her cheek.
“I love it. Can I suck it some more? I’ll do it all day. Maybe you want to eat my pussy.” She spoke so fast the words fell on each other. “Would you do that?”
“I’ll do that another time,” I whispered. “Time to fuck.” I spoke that sentence louder and heard a moan from the other side of the door. “Come here, Angela. Get on the bed with me.” She did. “Now I am going to-”
She pulled me to a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth as deeply as she could get it. She licked every tooth and I tasted my own dick on her breath. Her legs wrapped around my waist, causing my dick to fall to position. I pushed it along her slit. Her hot fluids burned with excitement on my shaft. “Fuck me,” She moaned. “Please fuck me, Joey. Be my first.”
“You want your best friend’s boyfriend to fuck you? That is so naughty, Angela.” I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “Your pussy is a holy fire. Can you feel my cock parting your flower? God, Angela, you feel so wonderful.” I thrust my cock along her slit enjoying the wetness and warmth of her velvet.
“Fuck. Fuck. Yes.” Angela grunted the words. She wrapped her arms around my neck and put her lips to my ear. “Fuck me, Joey. Please. Be my master. Own me,” she whispered.
I extended my arms and held my weight above her. “Master? Own you?” I whispered. “You’re a little devil, aren’t you? You need a strong master.”
“Yes, please.” Her eyes glinted menacingly when I called her a devil. “Claim me. Make me yours, Joey. Own me, please.”
I shifted my hips, aligned with her emptiness, and thrust. Angela tossed her head back and gasped when the head of my dick entered her. I felt the resistance of her hymen and paused. Angela dug her fingers into my ass encouragingly. “Please, more,” she said.
I pushed. Nothing. Beth had been far from a virgin, and I had never fucked Abby. Pushing into a virgin was not easy. I twisted and pushed harder. Her virginity felt impassable for a minute, then everything broke in a flash and I sank fully into her depths. I gasped, and she screamed.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you!” Angela sobbed in her screams. Real tears streamed down her face. I slammed over and over again into her warm embrace. The feeling was wonderful. The squish slaps of our bodies echoed in the small room. The sound was intoxicating. The mixture of our musks burned my nostrils divinely.
“You are wonderful,” I whispered and kissed Angela. “Truly wonderful.” Then what Abby had referred to as my psychic dick woke up. I was one person with Angela. I could feel what she felt. There was a fear, like with Beth, but this fear was different. Angela’s fear was more like an innocence. The most powerful emotion I felt was gratitude. “You’re welcome,” I said.
Angela stared at me wide-eyed. “Claim me. Please, claim me.” She sounded so desperate.
“Cum on my cock, Angela. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” I was close.
“Yes sir.” Angela closed her eyes and fingered her nipples. Her pussy squeezed my cock every time it entered. “Oh, God! I’m cumming. Yes!” Angela exploded. Her nectar juices drenched our bodies. “Yes!”
I thrust harder and faster. SLAP! SLAP! SLA! The sound of our wet body slaps was intoxicating. Angela whimpered in an ever-orgasm. I bit her ear and whispered as I fucked her violently. “You are a slut, Angela.” I was speaking mostly to myself, trying to understand all the strange images and emotions coming from my psychic dick.
“Oh, God!” She sighed.
“You are a total slut. You are going to fuck so many men.” I could see it. Every time I plunged my dick in her a new image popped in my brain. I saw Angela fucking under the bleacher. I saw Angela fucking in the science lab. I saw Angela fucking in her house. I could never clearly see the person fucking her, but I knew it was a different person each time. “Total slut.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I am a slut.” She smiled, accepting. “More cocks.”
“So many cocks, Angela. So many men are going to fuck you.” I felt myself getting closer. “You will make so many men cum.”
Angela kissed me with desperation and moaned ‘Thank you’ over and over again in time with our bodies. “I’m a slut. Oh God! Such a slut!” Then a strange panic filled her eyes. “I’m sorry, Master. Oh God!”
I didn’t want to cum, yet. All of my energy focused on holding back my approaching orgasm. “Angela,” I spoke slowly and thrust rapidly, “you are a slut. You can’t help it.” That was true. I could see it.
“I love you.” She squeezed me tightly and returned my thrusts.
“I can’t hold- I’m cumming.” I clenched my teeth in concentration.
“In me. Cum inside me.” Angela stared adoringly into my eyes. “Please, Joey. Please, Master.”
“Fuck. Here it is.” I felt a fiery knot of semen in my root.
Angela wrapped her legs around me, squeezing. “Give it to me. Claim me. Yes!” My cum exploded and coated her insides. “Yes! I feel it! It is so hot! Oh, God. Cumming.” Angela came again while my cock spit inside her.
All spent, I rolled off of her. Globs of blood covered both our groins. “Holy shit. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. Joey. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel great.” She rolled to her side and placed her hand on my chest.
I kissed her forehead. “Me, too.” I looked down at my bloody dick. “Abby wanted to suck me when we were done. I guess I’ll need to wash up first. Shame, I was taking some delight in her tasting you.” Post sex euphoria greased my words.
The bedroom door opened and Abby jumped on the bed sitting at our feet. Angela remained in a coital embrace with me. “Awe, you guys look so cute,” Abby said with a huge smile. “I’m so glad we did this, Angela. But, you, mister,” she pointed at me, “you are a dirty pervert. I could hear every word you said.” She kissed me. “Your kisses don’t really taste any different.” She actually grimaced.
“Sorry to disappoint you.” I laughed, still in a bit of post sex euphoria.
“Thank you so much, Abby,” Angela said. She squeezed her legs together. “God, this is crazy. Joey just finished fucking me, I came so hard. Abby I actually saw stars.” She sat up in the bed and threw her arms up. “I’ve been fucked! Finally!” She laughed and we laughed. “I’m still horny, though. God!” She looked at me and bit her lip.
“He hasn’t fucked me, yet. Is he really good?” Abby asked.
“Oh my God, Abby. You have to let him fuck you. Un-fucking-believable.” Still nude, her hand dropped to her crotch unconsciously. “Can he fuck me again?”
I felt like a king. My girlfriend’s best friends just asked if I can fuck her again. Yesterday, Angela was the plain girl I had no interest in. Today, I watched her touch her freshly fucked pussy, and my cum leaked between her fingers. Angela was a hot ass slut, now.
“I don’t know, Angela. He needs to get ready for work.” Abby looked at me questioningly.
“Fuck that, I have plenty of time.” I did not give two shits if I was late.
“I still don’t know what it feels like to get my pussy eaten. Please let him, Abby.” Abby clapped her hands. “Please.”
“Sorry, Angela,” I said. “I’ve already filled your pussy up with my semen. Not really my thing, eating my cum. Gross.” Going down on a girl after I fucked them would become a favorite of mine in a few short years, but, at that time, I was too new to sex to even consider it.
Angela was chagrined. “God, I want to cum again.” She pumped her fingers in her squishy pussy. “Sorry,” she said to Abby. “Just, God, now that I know. Fuck.” She pinched her big brown nipples.
I felt horrible. If I had fucked her better she would not be in such misery. “Abby, want me to-”
“No,” Abby said sternly. “Angela, we- I- Fuck!” Abby slapped the bed. “Joey,” she paused and deeply sighed. She turned to Angela. “I would love got Joey to fuck you again, and I am sure he will, but not today.” She returned to me. “And no masturbation today, Joey.” Back to Angela. “We have plans tonight, and Joey can’t spend any more sperms until then.”
“What plans?” I asked.
“Joey, don’t make this worse. I told you we had plans after you get off work.” We stared at each other silently for a moment. I loved Abby, really I did. I did not love how she assumed. I did not like how she seemed to think she controlled me.
I turned to Angela. “I own you?”
Abby answered first, “Joey, you know that was just talk, Just sex talk. You do-”
“Yes, sir,” Angela interrupted.
I nodded. “Now that I have your V card, you need to take someone else’s.” There wasn’t a phone in Angela’s room. “Your phone?”
“In the kitchen,” the girl said in unison.
“Who are you calling?”, Abby asked.
“Seth,” I answered. “Maybe Greg, too.”
“Greg? Gross!” Abby retorted.
“It’s ok, Abby. He can fuck me if Joey thinks he should.” She sounded content and happy. “I am a filthy slut, now, Abby.”
“You’ve always been a filthy slut, Angela. I just helped you embrace it,” I said and she nodded. I left and made the calls. Greg was very agreeable, but Seth took a bit of convincing. He was sure it was a prank.
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The calls took about fifteen minutes. “Greg’s on his-” I started when I opened the door. The girls were still in the bed. Angela was still nude, legs spread. Abby moved when I entered, but I could swear she’d been between Angela’s legs. “Were you-”
“I guess I like pussy, too, now.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged. Streaks of my cum and Angela’s marked her face. “Well, I like pussy if your cum is in it anyway.”
“What the fuck? Why didn’t you let me watch?” I was disappointed more than angry.
“Do you want me to eat her pussy for you, Master?” Angela asked.
“He needs to save his sperms,” Abby interjected. “He will be jacking and cumming everywhere if he sees that. Joey, I just wanted a taste test. You’ll get your chance to watch.”
“Whatever,” I said, still disappointed. “Greg will be here in fifteen minutes. Seth will be here about an hour. You’ll get two new V cards on the same day you lose yours.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Of course,” I said. “You need all the dicks.” I kissed her forehead. She smiled and nodded. “All the other guys have to wear a condom though. I am the only one allowed to cum inside you.”
“Yes, Yes, thank you, Master.” Angela wrapped her arms around me.
Abby rolled her eyes, “I don’t know what I think about this ‘Master’ shit. Come on, Joey, we need to go.”
“Good bye, Angela. Today was wonderful.” I leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “Come on babe, this slut has dicks on the way.”
Angela clapped her hands and smiled. “Thank you again.”
“God, watching you two kiss was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Tonight will be so much fun!” She pulled me from the room and down the stairs.
“Are you still not going to tell me what the plans are tonight?” I asked.
“Nope, it is a surprise. The best surprise ever.” Abby dropped in the passenger seat when I opened the door. I rounded the car and sat behind the steering wheel. “I lied,” she confessed.
“How?”
“I said I would not suck your dirty dick, but cleaning the blood of lost virginity off your cock is really is kind of hot, Right? I am just going to clean it, though. Don’t cum! You need your sperms.” I drove Abby home while she lazily licked my dirty dick. I had no idea what the plans were for tonight, but I was sure I’d be getting new pussy. Abby said I needed to save my sperms, but I might give some to one of the girls at work. I was still horny.