Something in the way I blushed must have alerted her because Chloe said, out of the blue, “Mr. Bletchflap, are you a virgin?”
I stuttered in embarrassment not knowing what to say.
Brigitte laughed at my response or rather lack of it. “Oh this is fucking fantastic! Don’t you and Miss Stricker ever do it? Are you waiting to get married? Oh I would love to see her face if she were to find out that we’d popped your cherry!”
Christine was grinning amusedly too. “Me first! You’ve already come,” she said pulling away her bra to expose two soft full breasts with light brown nipples. “Although,” she added thoughtfully, “Chloe, I know how much you like him. Do you want to have first shot?”
Chloe blushed delightfully, paused for a second before shaking her head.
Christine smiled at her. “OK but it’s your loss! You can’t stay a virgin forever, darling,” she said before kicking off her shoes and pulling down her knickers. She continued matter-of-factly as she grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards the desk. “Why don’t you watch us fuck him and then decide if you want to try it too.”
She pushed me back onto my desk and pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down to my ankles.
“Right, Mr. Bletchflap. Lie back on there. I want to look into your eyes when I take your virginity.”
By this time I wasn’t even pretending to resist. I couldn’t take my eyes from the juncture of Christine’s legs as she began to idly finger her virtually hairless pussy.
I lay back as she clambered on top of me and held me ready at her delicious hot entrance.
Brigitte lent over me, her breasts saying enticingly above me. “Go on, Christine. Fuck him!” she encouraged.
Christine slowly pushed down, slipping my penis into her, taking her time to inch it in, extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from the experience. She felt immensely tight and hot.
Once she had slid me all the way in, she sighed in satisfaction. “Oh, Sir. That’s so good. Strictly doesn’t know what she’s missing.” She began to grind her hips back and forth making me immediately moan in bliss.
So this was what it was like! Why hadn’t I done it before, I asked myself. It was amazing!
Brigitte guided my hands to Christine’s bouncing breasts before lifting my head so that I could rest it on her lap.
Christine’s boobs weren’t as heavy as Brigitte’s but were still a delightful handful. In my excitement I began to twist her nipples which seemed to be very welcome judging from her groans of lust.
As Christine continued to lewdly ride me, Brigitte directed my mouth to her left nipple. Despite my inexperience, I began to lick and suck it with gusto.
I was vaguely aware of Chloe walking around us and gasping occasionally at the utterly depraved show we were providing but I’m ashamed to say I could think of nothing else but the slick tight heat of Christine’s vagina around my erection and the huge soft heft of Brigitte’s breasts in my mouth. In retrospect, if I hadn’t ejaculated only moments before I would probably have exploded within seconds of assuming this sinful position.
It felt like an age but was probably no more than few minutes before Christine began shuddering in climax. “Oh, fuck yes, Sir. Oh, yes, I’m coming,” she screeched as she bucked frenetically on me before collapsing forward onto my chest.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Ooh, Sir, thank you. That was really lovely. You’ve got a really nice cock.”
For a few seconds I felt a real affection for her but Brigitte interrupted my reverie. “Come on, Christine. It’s my go!”
Christine slid off me, allowing my erection to slide up her body and between the valley of her breasts before giving it a brief sucking, obviously not concerned about tasting herself on me. I stood up, my hard penis waving in front of me.
Brigitte climbed onto the edge of the desk, lewdly presented her bum to me. “Do you want to try from behind, Sir?”
I didn’t say anything, knowing that I was doing wrong but not caring. I grabbed her hips and tried to push myself into her, causing her to squeal and move forward.
“Oh, Sir! Not up there. At least not right now. Maybe later!” she laughed. It took a few seconds to realise that I had accidentally tried to enter her bottom.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” I said mortified at my near error.
“Oh that’s fine, Mr. Bletchflap. Maybe we could try it another time, you know, when I’ve got some lotion or something.”
Christine, who was standing beside shook her head. “You dirty slut!” she said in wonder.
Brigitte laughed. “Don’t pretend you’ve never taken it up your arse. Go on, do me a favour and help him in.”
Christine, smiling at Brigitte’s response took hold of me and positioned me a little lower down. “There you go, Sir. Give her a good fucking,” she encouraged.
This time I entered Brigitte’s vagina without incident. Much like Christine, she felt heavenly and I very quickly fell into a rhythm as I thrust my hips back and forth, standing behind her.
I looked up to see Chloe with one hand under her skirt touching herself intimately and with the other inside her blouse as she tweaked her own nipples. I caught her eye and we smiled at each other lustfully.
Once she was satisfied I was copulating properly with her friend, Christine walked around to the front of the desk and sat down in front of Brigitte. She swivelled around, lifting one long leg gracefully over her so that she was facing me with Brigitte’s face between her legs. Then with a wicked smirk, she shuffled forward until she was muffling Brigitte’s moans with her wet pussy. Brigitte was obviously experienced at such antics as she immediately began to lick her friend enthusiastically.
Matters continued in this manner for a while longer until Christine began to lose control as she approached orgasm.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Go on, fuck her hard. I can feel you thrusting through her body. She’s such a slut isn’t she? Tell her, Sir. She loves it. Go on, tell her.”
Carried up in the lust of the moment, I complied. “Yes, she is. She’s a dirty little whore. Oh, damn, yes. She’s so tight and hot and wet. She’s so naughty!” I began.
Obviously this was too much for them as they both climaxed almost immediately within seconds of each other.
Christine staggered off the desk and into Chloe’s arms on wobbly legs but I kept thrusting in and out of Brigitte, desperate to find my own release until she begged me to stop. “Please no more. I can’t keep going. Please stop — I’ll finish you off with my mouth. I promise.”
Reluctantly I pulled out and moved around to Brigitte’s mouth. As she began to bob her head on me, I called confidently to Christine. “You too,” I ordered.
Christine sat down next to her friend, leaning down to lick my balls and shaft as Brigitte swiped her tongue over me. I had never felt so powerful.
I looked up and caught Chloe’s eye once more. Her pupils were dilated in arousal. I motioned her towards me.
She walked slowly closer until I held my hands out to her. Something must have snapped because she threw herself at me and then began to urgently kiss me as we embraced. I kissed her back, our tongues entwining in mutual need. We both began ripping her clothes off.