“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 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 inside 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!” David 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 David’s football lineman’s physique. We looked at each other and giggled ourselves, silently. Even Carla joined in, having successfully pulled off 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.
When we finally controlled ourselves, we speculated for a minute about who he was in there with, but all came up dry. David had been without a girl most of the year, at least one he was likely to be able to lure back into his dorm room.
After Carla and Beth (of course) decided it had to be Sherri, I decided this conversation needed to be derailed. I had an agenda to pursue. None of us had done anything about our clothes, so Beth and I were still naked, and Carla only had on her skirt.
My hard-on has barely gone down at all before, and watching Beth’s pretty titties jiggle while she silently laughed for a while had fixed any residual limpness. I looked at Beth intently. She looked back at me through narrowed eyes.
“Your turn,” I purred. “Ready?” I asked in a more genuine tone. But not much more genuine.
Almost automatically, Beth started to lean in toward me, but then she gulped and shied away.
“Nope. Nope. Not gonna do it,” Beth said. At my look of confusion, she pointed at Carla and then at my dick. “I can’t follow that!” she hissed, as if in shock.
“I don’t understand, Beth,” I said in confusion.
“I was impressed with what she was doing right off the bat,” Beth hissed again, actually shrinking away from me. “Just that intimidated me. And then she fucking went full anaconda! What the fuck was that?”
Carla just looked down at her nails smugly. “It’s a gift…” she purred quietly.
See, here’s the thing. Beth is the way more assertive and adventurous of the two of them. Most things, especially about boys, come easier to her than to Carla, or even Bridget. Carla is just more cautious in most things. And she is way, way more insecure about her body. I could not remember any time we had been together alone for sex that I did not feel that I needed to reassure her about what a prime sports car her body was. I kind of have the impression that I was even finding ways to reassure her about her looks back in the old, pre-Alistair days, so subtly it was subconscious on my own part.
But if Carla knows that she is absolutely nailing something, she owns it to the point of smugness. She had nailed that five foot jump, and added two more inches in the very next meet after our first, um, ‘practice’. No person at school with ears missed hearing about her accomplishment. I had to take to insistently whispering in her ear that the secret to her success was obviously my, ahem, coaching, just to get her to climb down off the smugwagon.
Honestly, she deserved to be smug about sucking cock, though. As far as I knew, she had a unique superpower. And it felt… amazing. And I never wanted her to stop doing it to me.
But, in the end, I had had plenty of blowjobs that had sent me just as high, to just the same place. They just took a different route, and that was beyond okay.
“Beth,” I said, banishing all sexually aggressive body language (well, other than the nine-inch cock waving around between us, but that could not be helped), as I spoke to her. “You guys both call me a circus freak. Now you know that Carla is a real circus freak. And yes, she is amazing. And yes, she blows my mind. But, Beth, you do too, just in a totally different way.”
She looked at me skeptically, like I was blowing sunshine up her skirt.
“Life is better after a blowjob from Beth,” I intoned as if I doing a voice-over for freeze-dried coffee.
She snorted, still not completely mollified. “She swallowed. She swallowed every drop!”
I just chuckled. Then I quite deliberately turned away, stretched ostentatiously, and got up to grab my soda from my desk. “Hey, by that time, I’m done with it,” I said, then took a sip. “What you chicks do with it after that is up to you.”
When I turned back around, both of them had bonded again in their need to hate me. I grinned.
Fortunately, their renewed sense of sisterhood had not brought them so close together that I could not squeeze back between them. I turned to Beth and bounced up and down on the bed like a kid demanding to go to Baskin Robbins Ice Cream. “Please blow me,” I wheedled in as child-like a tone as I could manage. “Please, please please! I wanna Beth Blowjob. I wanna Beth Blowjob!” I added, sing-song. I stole a quick look at Carla. And you are going to watch, my eyes said authoritatively.
Carla Rule One: Push her around, just little bit, especially where she already wants to go.
Beth Rule One: Make her laugh.
“Oh, fine…” she said, not even grumbling. She just leaned over beside me and gave me a deep, sweet kiss. Then she started kissing down my bare chest, stopping to lavish her tongue all over both nipples. The nipple thing was a pretty new development in a spring of new developments. I liked it. I’d been wanting to figure out how to ask Carla about trying it. But making her watch this, and the way I could not help but jump involuntarily, was probably much more effective that just saying, ‘Hey Carla, suck my hairy man-nipples, would ya babe?’