“I need… ah… to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no ‘Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.
“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my tool was… strange.
“You are bigger than Trent,” she murmured. “Definitely thicker.” It wasn’t a contest that interested me, but if it made her happy.
Brooke pulled back, a bit ashamed.
“That asshole used to make me give him blowjobs all the time,” she informed us. “I can’t believe he made me swallow.”
“I’d never treat you like that, Brooke,” I expressed to her.
She smiled and began to vigorously stroke my dick as a reward. Honestly, as long as the girl didn’t vomit my seed on me, I could care less what she chose to do with it. Third finger.
“Do you want me to give you a blowjob?” Brooke teased.
“No,” I sighed. “You are fragile right now. I only want to do what makes you happy.”
If anyone is surprised that was a lie, you clearly haven’t been paying attention to me and my sexual appetites. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d have her give me fellatio on the taxi ride back to work as long as her efforts were at least passible.
“Make me happy,” Marla panted. “Make me happy.” I put my hand over Brooke’s then, together, we pushed my cock into Marla.
Brooke initially contended with my advance. Our eyes locked. Next she tried to move her hand away. I thwarted that action yet held firm at Marla’s sphincter. She kept staring at me. My hand over hers, I let her guide my cock against her best friend’s little sister’s anal frontier. When my rod passed that resistant point, both Marla and Brooke groaned.
I actually had to slow Brooke down. She was getting off on the feel of the pressure on my penis.
“We don’t want to hurt Marla by going too fast,” I counseled Brooke. She gave a minute nod.
“Marla, that looks like it hurts,” Libra spoke up. She was feeling left out.
“Mmmm, this is pure bliss, Big Sis,” Marla groaned. Painful – yes. Thrilling – definitely.
“I can feel her…” Brooke struggled for words.
“Heine?” I offered. Brooke’s uncertainty vanished and she snickered.
“I can feel her ‘Heine’ squeezing his penis,” Brooke giggled. “It’s freaky.” In a good way. Brooke hadn’t let go of my cock after all.
“Pull it back,” I whispered to Brooke conspiratorially. She looked momentarily confused then amused. In her drunk retelling of this tale, she’d claim to have drank the whole bottle of Scotch first. With a big, toothy grin, Brooke pulled my cock mostly out of Marla’s butt. Marla moaned happily. Brooke gleefully reversed course and began pushing my cock back in.
Brooke was getting to butt-fuck a girl without the benefit of a strap-on. She also quickly figured out that we had to go deeper into Marla each time. Marla’s grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough.
“Brooke!” Libra gasped. “You are fucking my sister’s ass with Cael dick.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Brooke seemed surprised with herself.
“Feels great Brooke,” Marla sniggered. “Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me.” Three more strokes and Brooke’s hand would no longer fit between Marla’s tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.
It was time to refocus on Marla, who had been a very good girl. I reward the efforts of my partner. As soon as she became comfortable with my intrusion in her rectum, I wrapped both arms around her stomach and began coating her shoulders with kisses. I few minutes of gentle action made Marla one contented little racehorse.
“No,” she whined. Marla knew what was coming was only ‘bad’ because it was so good for her. Tenderly I raised her torso up until she was bouncing slowly in my lap, my cock still driving up her ass. That was followed up with me raising her arms up over her head. My tongue began running up her inner left arm. Her whimpering became downright plaintive.
Marla’s rendition of a heavenly chorus was the prize she offered up. Oh, she was still riding my rod deep up her ass as she ground her buttocks down. The secret lesson here for Brooke and Libra was that anal sex wasn’t all about a guy shooting his wad up the girl’s ass. It was also something a woman could truly get behind, so to speak.
Marla was obviously enjoying it up her rectum as she did up her vagina. Had some girl at a party, properly sloshed, vouched for this, they would have sneered behind their drinks while nodding. Now… Brooke was licking her lips and Libra was restructuring her conceptions of her sister – the sexual animal.
That sister had stumbled down from her latest climax. Her hands rested on my hips, allowing me to shift my hands up to her breasts, nice and gentle-like. Careful finger contact to her nipples was what she wanted and needed.
“Oh God,” Marla panted. “I have got to transfer to a college in the city.”
Marla added to that declaration by increasing her vigorous attention to my body. She gave her everything and I gave it up despite some desperate concentration on my part. I howled out my frustration of her getting the better of me – hehehehe. Hey, we were both happy. My doctor was going to give me crap about my thigh – again.
That was okay. We cleaned up and got a bit drunker. Brooke’s ass was next. I got behind her, tenderly worked my penis into her rectum and let her adjust. Ten seconds later, I was holding her by her wrists and jack-hammering away. I wasn’t being needlessly cruel to Brooke. I was fucking her like no one else had. The newness and passion elevated her spiritually, no lie. She’d never be the same sensual creature after tonight.
Brooke was crying, screaming and cumming like crazy. We ended up, myself spent, lying on our sides with her bawling in my arms. That last bit, we were to never talk about again. More resting. We put on some underwear. I told the ladies that if they put on bras, I got to put on a shirt. They protested. I went for my shirt. They pelted me with their bras.
For my insistence on gender equality, I got to watch breasts bounce all over the place. Do Upper Crust babes want to be ogled like sex objects? Of course not – that’s vulgar, demeaning and opposed to every fiber of their beliefs in female empowerment. So, every wiggle, jiggle, and ‘subconscious’ tweaking of their nipples was absolutely unintentional.
We feasted on strawberries & sour cream, banana slices, pate and spheres of a cubic watermelon. It tasted like normal watermelon to me. I puttered around the kitchen with them. In other words, I leaned against the counter while making the occasionally feeble effort to help only to be shepparded by to my observation post by the lady feeling the most touchy-feely at the moment.
A little later, Brooke and Libra went back on ‘Bitch-fest’. I pulled Marla and Brooke to the bedroom. Brooke gave me a dangerous look until she figured out the plan. I lay on the bed with Brooke on my face, facing forward, while she continued to blather on the phone. Marla, sweet Marla, began administering a blowjob. She’s not the best ever but she is devoted to the craft.
Somewhere in my succulent feasting, Brooke gave out a strangled squeal.
“Oh that,” Brooke said casually. “That’s one of Trent’s co-workers whose face I’m currently riding.” “Which one? The good one – Libra’s date.” “Is he good… definitely a ‘yes’. He’s like an Arabian stallion. Damn, my thighs are still trembling from all the orgasms he’s put me through, plus he’s done Libra.”
“No, not last night – right now – in the past three hours,” Brooke chortled. “Oh, and he’s done Marla – Libra’s little sister – from last night? Yeah, he’s had sex with her three times as well.” “Yes, in the past three hours. What did you think I meant by stallion?” “Oh, that’s rather perfect too – not a monster, but a whole lot. Marla’s got her mouth around it right now.”
“Yes, while he’s eating me out,” Brooke giggled then gulped. I had just started twisting a finger into her rump. “No,” sigh, “He’s from one of those very exclusive, elite colleges they have in New England,” Brooke added. “I think Libra’s family owns it.” Ah, my alma mater. Good Golly, Ms. Molly, I was a zebra so they were painting my black stripes white and selling me as a midget thoroughbred.
We were Brooke exhibiting to the World she was most desirable and Trent was a fucktard. I lapped her clit with broad strokes of my tongue then began to pull her body down my face. I kissed along the bottom of her stomach to the sound of her quickening breath. When I finished licking some sweat from around her belly button, I proffered up a present.
“Brooke, you still look upset,” I gave a throaty growl. “Let me take care of that for you.”
“Oh… oh yeah, that’s him,” Brooke beamed triumphant femininity at me. “I’m really upset right now and Cael is going to help me get over that.” Smile. “He’s being a bad boy. He’s making me get on top. It feels just like Equestrian class – all that,” huff, “pounding up and down.”
“Always working those thighs,” she purred. “This is going to take a while. He’s screwed me so much already, I think he’s going to really have to work to get this next orgasm out of me.” “How many? I’ve lost count – a few of them ran together so it was more like one continuous scream as opposed to any of that ‘Oh God’ nonsense.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Brooke didn’t sound terribly sorry. “Brian seemed like such a nice guy. Well yeah, we knew… he didn’t? What a douche,” Brooke frowned. She put her hand over the phone. “He wouldn’t let her shower with him because he was ‘upset’,” she explained to me. Translation: Brian decided she wasn’t worth fucking twice.