Alistaire Ch. 05: Carla and Beth by Publius68,Publius68

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“Hmmm?” Carla mumbled wordlessly, tilting her head toward Beth inquiringly, but not letting my tip escape her mouth.

“Like this. All demanding and forceful and stuff.”

Carla smoothly lifted a hand to caress my shaft and she momentarily slid her lips free of me. “Of course. You mean he doesn’t with you?”

Beth just shook her head. As Carla now started painting every point on the surface of my cock wither tongue, Beth caught my attention. “But you could try that with me sometime, Alistaire. Maybe. I’m not sure If I’d like it.”

Noted. I, in fact, quickly filled a mental notebook on the subject.

Then the notebook flitted off into the ether… I can never get over what Carla can do with that tongue.

She was teasing me, of course, licking me all over, even my balls, but never putting her lips on my cock once. Her eyes looked up at me and twinkled, aware that I knew I was being teased. “Take it,” I growled, tugging lightly on her hair, pulling her towards my helmet.

“Mm, hmm,” was her only response as her lips again slid over my head. I had to roll my head back for a moment in reaction. Oh God, this was good. When I could finally open my eyes again, Carla was bobbing slowly up and down over several inches at the end of my cock, content to continue to warm me up.

I looked over once more at Beth, who must have been still staring at Carla’s tiny breasts and exuberant nipples. One of her own hands had certainly strayed to the front of her lightweight hoodie.

“Beth! Take off you top,” I instructed Beth sharply. She jerked at the tone, then thought about what I was doing and grinned. But she also didn’t obey.

“I’m just watching, remember?” Beth objected.

“So?” I growled. “I like to watch, too. Take off your top. I want to see your beautiful breasts.”

Beth flushed for a moment. Then she tugged at the hem of her hoodie. Thinking better of it, she stood up beside us, then turned to face me. As she stood, I caught a glimpse of her amazing ass in the bike shorts she was wearing. Those shorts were awesome, and showed that work of art off to maximum effect. I had noticed that since we first had sex, Beth wore them more often.

“Turn away while you take it off,” I instructed quickly. “You will tease me that way, plus I get to see your ass.”

Beth flushed again, and turned her back to me, tugging her hoodie up and off over her head. Underneath, she had on only a light blue, fragilely lacy bra. As she unhooked it behind her, I breathed in a low voice, “Oh yesss. Very nice. But your ass is so nice, I want to see you all. Strip for me. Strip for Carla and me…”

Damned if Beth didn’t do it. I had been sure that she’d balk. But a chance to watch those bike shorts peel their way off her ass was worth taking the risk of making the ask. And Beth delivered, making a show of it as the lycra reluctantly released its hold on her curves. I could feel Carla even turning her head to watch the whole time.

But when Beth was done, I shook my head in amazement. I had a friend with my cock in her mouth in my damned dorm room, and another friend bare-assed naked in there with us. Beth just sat back down on the bed as far from Carla and me as she could get. She crossed her legs tightly and held her arms against her chest. She didn’t really cover much up, you understand, but she made a show of it.

Carla suddenly decided that this was supposed to be her show and brought my attention back to her forcefully. I felt my cock suddenly plunge much further into her mouth, brushing against the back other throat.

“Damn, girl,” Beth gasped, amazed at how Carla had taken about half of me into her mouth so easily. “You are amazing.”

Carla’s eyes slid over toward Beth, then swung back up to me. It I can be hard to read a girl’s expression when she is sucking your cock, since her mouth distended around you throws things off. But Carla wore a look of, maybe, smug superiority? She looked up at me some more, as if waiting for an invitation.

Showtime.

“Take me,” I growled. I dimly heard a questioning noise from Beth.

Carla rose up on her feet, head down, still consuming my cock. I could no longer see her face, but I knew it would be worth it. Carla dropped her hands down to caress my balls. She straightened out her long, supple neck so it formed a straight line with her mouth and pressed downward, taking every inch of me into her, right down until her nose pressed softly into the top of my pubes.

“What the actual fuck?” gasped Beth, amazed. She could no longer restrain herself and unfolded. She crawled along my bed on her hands and knees so she could see what Carla was doing. She watched raptly as Carla now moved her whole body up and down, letting her throat stroke my imprisoned penis.

The whole two chicks at once thing did strange things to my mind. Before that moment, I could not imagine my brain even functioning at all, much less registering anything but the feeling of my dick in that unique prison. But there was a naked Beth right beside me, her sweet, delicate tits just hanging there. They were probably just within my reach…

I slid my hand over and upward, softly cradling one of those breasts. I somehow found the brainpower to process both interactions at once. And it was glorious.

Beth was so enthralled with what Carla was achieving that she almost didn’t notice my hand caressing her.

Almost.

She absently slapped my hand away.

“No, no,” she said, still not taking her eyes from Carla. “None of that. One of us just watches.”

I looked down at Carla. She face was still buried against my balls, but she too lifted a finger and waggled it blindly in my direction, in a ‘don’t be naughty’ gesture.

Fuck, even getting close enough to be denied was hot as hell. I was so ready to come.

I told Carla, “Get ready for me. I’m going to come.”

She made no response other than visibly taking me a little faster.

Beth leaned in again and started to say, “She better pull…”

I felt Carla swallow, just a little, even before I came, and movement of her muscles set me off. I arched my back and bit my lip to keep from making much noise. My body shuddered massively though, and I blasted a single, long gout of cum up my cock in straight into Carla’s throat. She swallowed now in earnest, her visibly distended, yet still elegant neck rippled. I felt like I flowed forever, but that was it. Just the single, titanic gout and I collapsed backward. I even hit my head on the wall with a thunk, which made me wince in pain, and made Beth wince at the noise. Carla was too busy to wince.

The wall thumped back at me. “Cut it out, Taylor!” Davis MacAnee’s voice came muffled through the wall. “Some of us are busy tonight.” We had all three grown silent at the answering knock, and in that silence, we heard what sure sounded like a giggle that didn’t match Davis’s football lineman’s physique. We looked at each other and giggled ourselves, silently. Even Carla joined in, having successfully pulled of the trick of getting me out of her throat without gagging along the way.

Our laughter fed on each others’ and we were soon just dying, the need to be silent so we could listen for more noises and not be heard ourselves, making our laughter all the more painful, and thus even more funny. It was a vicious cycle there for a few minutes.

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