Tara’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “I couldn’t do that. I mean . . . remember how we’re ‘second string?’ She’s on the starting line-up and you know it.”
“You know, I bet that Keira would agree that this Karen woman was first string material, and she seemed to have the hots for you. I KNOW I’ve got the hots for you. Why not Keira?”
“You REALLY have the hots for me?” Tara asked coyly, leaning back and unbuttoned her jeans. “Prove it!”
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he pulled her jeans and panties down. He quickly buried his face in her crotch and drank in her aroma. She had a REALLY pretty pussy, and Paul buried his mouth between those swollen lips and started to lick. Tara started running her hands through Paul’s hair, then grabbed it and held his face against her crotch. Every time his nose bumped against her clit or nuzzled itself in the valley below, she jumped just a bit and groaned. But that was nothing to the noises she made when he sunk the index finger of his right hand into her pink rosebud and started stimulating her ass. Then the noises got louder.
“Oh, you think you get go off-roading again? Just because you’re so studly and sweet and . . . ooh!” A second finger had worked its way into her bum, and was stretching her tight little hole. “Okay, okay. You win!”
Knowing what treasure lay at the end of the rainbow, Paul doubled his efforts. He used his free hand to unzip his own pants and provide himself with some relief. Then he used the fingers in her ass like little pistons, getting that entrance ready for what was to come, but he never let up on that sweet pussy.
Tara was in serious heat. She tried pushing her shirt off but only managed to get one arm free before the first tingling of climax lit up her skin. She flopped back onto the bed and sighed dreamily. “Oh . . . oh . . . oh!” she grunted, her mouth in that perfect “O” shape. Then it hit her full on and her skin trembled lightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins. When Paul looked up, his lips and chin were shining with her cum.
She reached into the nightstand and grabbed the jar of Vaseline. She tossed her shirt off completely and had Paul sit on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off. She grinned as she got his eight-inch pleasure pole nice and lubricated and then put the jar back on the nightstand. She stood on the bed, with her front facing his feet. She slowly lowered herself down until the head of his rigid prick was once again at her anal opening. “Grab my shoulders,” she told him. He did as asked, letting him support her weight. Then she let herself sink onto his shaft. It didn’t take as long this time for the pain and pressure to dissipate, and soon she was left with nothing but that wonderful feeling of fullness. “Spread . . . spread your knees a bit,” she said. After he had done that, she moved her feet forward and placed one foot on each knee until she was basically in a ‘cowgirl’ position, facing away. “Now fuck me,” she ordered, and Paul began humping with his hips, driving his erection into her unbelievably tight ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she began to say, and quite loudly at that.
“You are so tight,” Paul moaned as he slammed his dick home over and over again. “Your ass is like a vice,” he finished. “You are such a horny little ass-slut, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes!” came the response. “I love it in my ass!”
The two of them had gotten so caught up in the act and so loud that neither of them heard the keys in the door and the knob jiggle.
“Hey, have you guys seen my . . .” Keira walked into the room and caught the young couple in mid stroke. Tara and Paul froze like a couple of deer in the headlights. “Good God!” she said with a blush and a smile. “You’re an agile little thing,” she said to Tara.
Tara was absolutely more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life. She was mortified. “I . . . I’m sorry. We’ll . . .” Tara moved as if to dismount Paul.
“Don’t you dare!” Keira said. “You spied on me and Carlos having sex and you had fun watching Karen and Sam. So it’s your turn to put on the show.”
Tara was almost tempted to argue, but then Paul thrust again and all reluctance vanished in a jolt of pleasure. Then her eyes met Keira’s directly, and there seemed to be some hunger there. Keira lay back on her bed and watched as Paul continued to spread and invade Tara’s asshole. Tara watched as Keira’s hand slid into her stretch pants. She watched Keira as she began to masturbate. Suddenly, Tara wanted to put on a show. She wanted to turn Keira on. She began bouncing harder, moaning louder and increasing her dirty talk. Keira seemed to be enjoying the display, and had pushed up her tube top so that she could fondle those huge tits and play with her own nipples. Tara felt herself beginning to salivate. She wanted those tits. She wanted to grab them and suck on them and squeeze those nipples. And she wanted it bad!
Keira noticed Tara staring and noticed the incredible desired smoldering just underneath the skin of her face. Keira stood up and discarded all her clothing. She hesitated, then walked over to Tara.
Time as Tara knew it stopped for a moment. Paul had stopped thrusting to watch events unfold. Tara saw those pendulous breasts swaying as her friend approached. Her breasts were right in front of Tara.
“Do you want these?” Keira asked softly. Tara looked at her with such longing. But then the younger woman looked back at Paul. She wanted his approval. No, she needed it. Paul smiled.
“If you don’t do it, I will!” he said with a lopsided grin. Tara beamed with . . . with something more than friendship. She knew things were changing again: things between her and Keira as well as between her and Paul.
Tara turned back and quickly engulfed one of those nipples between her lips and sucked on it like she had never sucked before. Keira held her head gently, almost cradling it. With Paul supporting her weight, Tara was free to use her hands to grope and fondle Keira’s 36-DD chest. Her head was moving almost maniacally between the two globes, tracing the outer rim of those huge aureoles with her tongue, then nipping the nubs gently with her teeth. Keira groaned with pleasure, and Tara beamed with pride. All was perfect. Paul was filling her ass with his wonderful cock and Keira was filling her mouth with those perfect tits.
Keira looked down and asked Tara a question. “Do you want me to taste you now?” Tara’s eyes were glazed over with lust. She didn’t quite understand what Keira was offering. But she understood it when Keira knelt on the floor between Paul’s legs and buried her face in Tara’s crotch.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Tara said. Keira . . . that tongue . . . it was magic! It was everywhere! It was in every fold and on every pleasurable point! It snaked around her clit and delved into her deeps. And it only needed a few minutes to make Tara cum. And like the first time she and Paul had tried this, Tara’s orgasm made the pressure exerted by her ass too much for the young man to stand, and Tara once again felt his creamy man-juice filling her anal cavity. This time, when Tara looked between her legs, it was Keira’s face that was covered in Tara’s cum. With Paul’s cock still inside her, she lay back against his chest for a moment, giving both her and Paul a moment to rest.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do that,” Keira whispered. She stood up as if she were going to leave, but Tara grabbed her hand. She tugged on it until Keira sat down on the bed next to her.
“And YOU have no idea how much I wanted you to do that.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? You knew I was bi and . . .”
“I didn’t think you found me attractive . . . at all. I mean, girls like you have sex with guys like . . .”
“Carlos?” Keira interrupted. “Yes, Carlos is hot, but guys like him are a dime a dozen. A body of iron and a brain of brick. But girls like you and guys like Paul here . . . I’ll take a good friend for a tumble over an arrogant prick like Carlos any day. And you two are both a lot better looking than you seem to think you are.”
Tara had moved over to the side and let Paul’s cock slide out of her ass. Paul himself was feeling a little elated at the praise Keira was doling out. Like Tara, he had felt like the guy who almost-but-not-quite-good-enough to have a chance with Keira, and now she was saying she thought he was attractive. “Well,” he said, “I’m gonna need a few minutes to replenish my energy. Why don’t you two girls play?”