“Wow! That is so hot to hear you talk like that,” Carla just breathed, eyes riveted to Beth’s mouth wonderful, if shallow, torment of my grateful penis. Her nipples gave no lie to that sentiment. They were puffed up as hard as they could be, I was sure. They looked like double-sized strawberry Hershey’s Kisses.
I wanted, I needed, to play with those nipples some more. I reached out slowly, but Carla also swatted my hand away. “No, no, no, no, no, Stinker!” she said, shuffling back a little to out of my easy reach. “I’m. Just. Watching.”
“I just wanted to tease them a little,” I grumbled. A little hurt actually.
“Baby, we aren’t going to cross that line one inch with you,” Carla said. I wanted to argue, but too much of my attention was riveted to Beth sucking so powerfully on me as she slipped several inches in and out of her mouth. Carla kept talking. “We both know what we are like when you get us going. We turn into to putty in your hands without warning. If I let you play with my nipples for a couple of minutes while I watch Beth make you cream down there, next thing I know I’ll wake up tomorrow morning with a taste of Beth Twat in my mouth that I will never expunge. And she will be waking up in the middle of the following nights, walking around trying to wipe my imaginary juices off her fingers.”
Beth popped back off my cock for just long enough to add, in shakespearean intonations, “Out, out, damned Carla!”
I groaned mightily as she sucked me back in, this time dragging her tongue around my glass as hard as she could. I was so loud the wall banged again. “Go play D&D somewhere else, losers!”
Beth almost choked on me in her laughter.
“See?” Carla said, still sounding like she was explaining to a five year-old why he was not going to get chocolate cake for dinner. “You are bad enough, just getting some nice, sedate, blowjobs. Take them and be happy. Even if Beth and I were willing to get that close to each other, there is no way Chad Parker isn’t in here in two minutes, once you got us going.” Chad was the English teacher whose apartment was only about seventy-five feet from where Beth’s mouth was doing a very good job of preparing my cock to turn itself inside out or something.
“Oh wow, Beth,” I moaned quietly. “Please keep that up, right there. Please. I’m getting so close.”
Carla leaned back toward me involuntarily as I spoke, her eyes on what Beth was doing. I wasn’t even in her mouth at the moment. Beth’s hand was softly jacking me, lubricated by all the saliva that she was lavishing on me. Her mouth was open and her tongue was treating my cock like an ice cream cone. It circled my helmet, then pressed softly against one side, then another, then across the top.
Carla just stood up. “Still, the watching part is hot as fuck. I’m definitely down to watch more things later, if all are up for it.” With that, speaking of watching, my eyes were torn from Beth’s efforts, at least for the moment, as Carla pushed her long skirt off her super slender hips and let it drop to the floor.
Carla seemed to have had a vision problem earlier–she just couldn’t see putting any underwear on, apparently. She stepped, completely naked, from the puddled skirt and over to my desk chair. She sat on the corner, legs spread as far apart as the most flexible girl I knew could spread them. With her shins straight up and down to the sides, her legs made a fucking incredible capital letter M.
I don’t know if that sight accelerated me, but it sure as hell did not slow me down. Beth’s hand slid furiously now up and down my length, her grip perfect.
“Now,” was all I had time to gasp, barely able to hold back a second once I spoke, the onset of my ejaculation was so sudden and intense.
Beth was just serenely doing her thing: Eyes closed, mouth closed, beautiful face relaxed and almost, but not quite, touching my helmet. I growled softly as the first spurt roped out and struck her closed lips barely an inch away. The semen splattered out in all directions, spreading above, below and around her tightly closed lips. She leaned involuntarily back and my second rope zig-zagged its way across her face. Two tiny drizzles followed as I started petering out, barely catching her chin.
Then I blasted again, out of nowhere. This biggest spooge of all struck her right between the eyes and spread out everywhere, instantly starting to drip in a fucking amazing rain.
Carla was out of her seat in a flash, bending to examine the insane mess I had made of Beth’s face.
“Holy shit! That is fucking wild! I… wow,” she said excitedly. “I want to try that,” she added, in a small voice.
“You are not equipped,” I joked.
“You know what I mean,” Carla said, meaningfully. That sounded fun, but on the other hand, I also really liked coming down her throat…
“I’d love to help right now,” I replied anyway. “But I need a little recharge time. Maybe a lot of it. I feel like you guys just scraped the barrel clean!” I looked around and started to hand Beth the clean towel I had hanging over the end of my bed.
I paused, holding the towel. I looked at the two hot naked chicks I had sitting in my room, one with a face full of my cum. “You know, Carla,” I began speculatively, “if you were to lean over and maybe help Beth with that mess, we could all go down to the Tuck and get some malts…”
“Eww, but okay,” said Carla. “Hand me the towel,” she added, reaching out.
I pulled it away just a little beyond her reach. “Actually…” I said with a leer, “I was more thinking that Beth might enjoy it if you, you know, did it yourself.” I suggestively mimed licking a surface.
Carla just looked at me, amused.
Beth, who could not see yet, eyes still closed by cum, nevertheless knew exactly what I was trying to pull. “You just keep dreaming on, lover boy,” she said drily. “Carla, grab whatever towel he has, please.” Carla lunged forward and yanked my towel out of my hands, handing it to Beth, who started by clearing her eyesight.
“You just aren’t going to give up on this, are you?” Carla asked, in a tone that suggested she did not anticipate success for me.
“Nope! It is in my head now,” I replied cheerfully, and I heard Beth snort under my towel. “But,” I added mournfully, “that is, was, my last clean towel.”
“Sucks to be you,” Carla said. “Laundry room is always crowded on Sundays.”
Sure. I had two naked chicks in my room, one just getting dressed now, and the other still wiping my jizz from her face. It did not, in fact, suck to be me.
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