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Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part Two)

7 September 2022 /

Val was sitting on my now husband’s university room sink, desperate to piss and yet unable to do so because of how long she’d been holding it. In an attempt to help, he was rubbing at her clit, continually circling and brushing over it. He was hoping a distraction would allow her to start to piss, but to this point, it wasn’t working.

Over the course of a few minutes though, he saw a definite change in her body language; her body was moving like the last time she was nearing orgasm. He didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm whilst having a full bladder, but it turns out it is, and she got there comparatively quickly. She later said the full bladder seemed to magnify the rise and the orgasm, not deaden them. Her breathing got very shallow and her back started arching as she started to cry out. He did small burst of small motions on her clit to try to extend the orgasm, which from the way she was shaking seemed pretty strong.

Her cries calmed down, and she slumped back against the mirror. Just at that moment, there was a glint of piss emanating from her pisshole. My husband brought his hand back down and used a finger on each one to spread her pissflaps wide, just as the glint turned into a drop, which turned into a small stream, steady and relentless. The look of relief on her face was divine, but he didn’t see that – he was focussing on the jet of piss coming out of her body in all its exquisite glory.

The jet seemed to go on for ages, but eventually started to subside, leaving her still slumped, exhausted, in a post-orgasm glow with a pissy cunt. Fuck, she was happy.

She needed cock. His cock. But she was so exhausted, she needed time to recover. In a position she may have felt rather vulnerable, she instead felt open to whatever he wanted to do. And right now, that meant he started, gently at first, sucking and licking at her nipples and squeezing and fondling her tits. Actually, it was really relaxing having him working her tits whilst she was slumped there, pissy cunt exposed. He carried on diligently working for over half an hour, all the time making her want that fuck all the more and making her cunt feel empty.

Eventually, she got some energy back, and got up out of that slump. She told him to get on the bed, as she needed her pissy cunt dealing with, and she sat with her legs either side of his head, this time facing down his body, his nose buried in her ass crack. He was great at licking, and soon, she felt like she was building to another orgasm, but she wanted his cock, so she slightly leant forward and started rubbing on his cock through his trousers. It went from fairly hard to very hard in no time, and so she undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. She bent forward, giving him an amazing view of her cunt and ass as she straddled him, taking his cock into her mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her clit again and working into her cunt a little. But this cock was hard, so she moved away from his fingers, turned round to face him, sat up a little and lined his cock up with her cunt.

Looking down at him looking up at her tits, she lowered herself onto his cock, sliding his cock fully into her cunt, and she began an up and down motion that made his hard cock slide right in and fully out of her cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits, forcing them to twist with each one of her strokes.

Her smile was slowly replaced by gritted teeth, as her determination to make him cum took over. She adjusted her position until his cock was clearly doing something to her clit. Her language got very explicit, and she switched between telling him about his hard cock and her greedy cunt, and trying to convince herself to keep moving once she had cum. She was shrieking again as she came, and did her best to carry on in rhythm, him squeezing her tits and twisting them only acting as encouragement to keep going.

She was exhausted but putting all her efforts into squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles. Each time she did, he grew a little bit, so she kept doing it. By this point, he was enormous and rubbing on her clit with each one of her strokes. Her tits were starting to get uncomfortable where they were being twisted, but she felt like a proper slut and loved every second of it.

She could see him looking down his body at her cunt, and she put her hands down and spread her cunt lips to improve his view. Seemingly, that did it, because she felt the tell-tale throbbing that meant he was depositing a load of cum in her cunt. What a feeling. What a fuck.

As he was cumming, Val worked her clit and very soon had another orgasm, which she lengthened using her finger work. Once they had both finished cumming, she lay forward and snuggled down to him on the narrow bed.

That was the last either of them remembered, until the sun was shining round the curtains the following morning.

They lay there cuddling each other not saying much. His hand strayed down to her cunt and started playing again, and she just opened her legs a little to improve his access. He was encircling her clit with his fingers, as well as dipping his fingers into her cunt, and she could feel him oh so slowly building her to orgasm. She settled in for a very long drawn out gentle building orgasm. She loved having his fingers working her body. She loved his touch, and most of all, she loved the slutty things she had done with him.

He made her feel more alive, more womanly, more sexy and more sexual than any man she’d ever been with, and she felt like putty in his hands. And she liked it. This was the sort of no holds barred fun that she came to university to have.

And both Val and Debbie did have loads of no holds barred fun with him over the two years they were all together. The desperation was repeated lots of times, including the classic wetting of jeans, which Debbie had to buy a pair just to piss in. But these two women had found their sexual freedom, and in my now husband, they had found someone non-judgemental, who was up for anything and who spent more time trying to make them cum than himself.

And as well as having lots of sex and having his first taste of watersports, he also got a load of confidence. It wasn’t just Anya that he could bring to orgasm, it was Debbie and Val too, and them coming back to him again and again, despite being in an environment where there was lots of cock on offer, only boosted his self-esteem and made him a better lover for it.

Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part One)

14 August 2022 /

A few days later, that friendly group were back in that bar and Val was looking gorgeous. But in the last few minutes, she was quieter than she had been earlier and seemed to be a tad restless and fidgety. My husband’s filthy mind wondered if she was doing a Debbie and had her bladder nearly full. After all, she kept looking across at him, with what he thought was a dash of pleading in her eyes. His and Debbie’s pissing exploits days before had woken him up to the possibilities and he wanted to make the most of them.

He left Val to fidget for a few more minutes, then decided to act on his hunch. As he finished his drink, he said to her “So do you want my help with that problem you’ve got or not?” She looked briefly confused (as she should, as she had no idea what he was talking about), but he thinks Val and Debbie both guessed what he meant, as Debbie had a wry smile and Val said she did still want help and that they ought to get on with it.

As they were walking down the corridor, she asked what the problem she needed help with was, and he replied, “Your bladder”. She nodded. He was right. As they walked down the corridor, she felt his hand resting on her ass. He had never done that to her in public and she liked it.

When they got to his room, he locked the door, then stepped up to her and put his hands round her waist, looking longingly at her. She leant in and put her head on his shoulder, as she clutched him closer, and he wrapped her up in his arms. She lifted her head off his shoulder, and they leant in towards each other for a really gentle kiss, which developed into a long slow tonguey kiss.

He felt her large fleshy tits pushing against him, and he really wanted to free them and bask in their naked glory. As he slightly pulled away, they ended up holding hands and looking at each other. Then she went “Erm, bladder?!”

He had no idea why he said what he said next, but it seemed to work for him. Because what he said was “Not yet. I’ll tell you when.” She answered with a simple “Yes, sir” as she looked a little distraught.

He was gambling now. He really didn’t want to clean a puddle of piss out of his carpet, yet he was so incredibly turned on by her predicament. She was starting to squeeze her thighs together now, so he felt it was the right time to remove her trousers and panties. She stepped out of them, and started grabbing at her crotch, trying to relieve her discomfort. He took her hands off her crotch, and then gently pressed on her bladder. It was very hard, and him pushing at it wasn’t helping her.

She straightened up a little, still desperate for some relief from the discomfort, and he fiddled with her bra fastener through her blouse, eventually unhooking it. She removed her bra without taking her blouse off (down the sleeve), and then he cuddled her again, feeling much more of her fleshy tits as their bodies press together. His hands were wandering across her ass as they were cuddling, which she liked, but she was distracted. She had her eyes closed and she was constantly twisting to try to relieve the pressure. Nothing was working.

He whispered “Just a little longer baby” in her ear. Not really what she wanted to hear, and hearing that made her think about begging. She knew him though, and thought that would only prolong her agony, so her only option was to stay silent and squirm for him. (She could have pissed there and then, but that didn’t occur to her).

She could feel from when their bodies were pressed together that his cock was pretty hard. She wanted that inside her. And she had to admit that all this desperation stuff was a massive turn on for her too. All very strange and she had no idea why. But in amongst all the discomfort of the desperation, she decided that it was a good idea, and that even if he wanted to do desperation every time they fucked from now on, she still thought it was a good idea.

She started snogging him again, trying to take her mind off her bladder. He was a great kisser, but the distraction only worked so much. She seriously had no idea how she hadn’t already pissed herself.

He let go of her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. His eyes looked at the clock, and as he stepped back to take in the full glory of her movements, he told her “Just another five minutes, then we’ll get you on to the sink”.

Seriously, how the fuck did he expect her to last five minutes? He was sat on the bed watching her dance the thigh squeezing dance, and her eyes were looking at the clock. Another fifteen seconds. This five minutes was taking soooo long.

She thought she had it under control, until two minutes to go, he went to the sink and turned the tap on, to a noisy trickle. She would have been swearing at him, but she was too focussed on not pissing herself. She wondered if that was his plan, but she was determined to hold on for that last one minute and 45 seconds. The pain, the pressure, was all too much. She had to hold on.

He turned up the flow from the tap with about a minute to go, adding to her predicament.

And then all of a sudden, he turned off the tap and held out his hands to her to guide her towards the sink. Far from being upset with him for lengthening her torment, she was instead relieved comfort was in sight. He helped her up, and this time, she stabilised herself. Her blouse was covering his view of her cunt flaps, so he undid the buttons and opened it wide, so that her marvellous fleshy tits were on display and her cunt was exposed. He squatted in front of the sink, so her pisshole was right at eye height, and he reached forward, and he held open her pissflaps. Then he told her what she so desperately wanted to hear – that she could piss now.

But she had been holding on for so long that the torrent didn’t start. She just sat there, and he looked up at her. She protested that she was trying, but her body just wasn’t doing it, despite the pain. How could her body do this to her?

After at least a minute, he asked her whether she wanted him to try to help, and she was desperate enough to say yes. He freed up one hand (by using the other one to hold both flaps away from her pisshole from underneath), then he used the free hand to start rubbing against her clit. She closed her eyes, not knowing how this was meant to help, but at this point, she’d give anything a try.

Two Over The Pool Table

28 May 2022 /

It was five days after my now husband received his first blow jobs from his good university friends Debbie and Val, and he was disappointed that nothing else had happened in those five days, even though both of them had been into his room at some point during those days (as they often were). He tried to drop hints separately with each of them, but he saw no evidence that the hints were getting through. Just goes to show how rubbish he was with hints.

Their actions had lit a fire under his libido, and he was desperate for sex. He was at the point where he had started contemplating fucking other people he knew at university, but he really wanted to fuck each of them and hadn’t given up on the idea.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being out enjoying themselves, they had been working. They had a nightmare assignment due in on the Monday and they were throwing everything at it, and it was after midnight before any of them noticed. They all popped out for quick takeaway burgers (as everywhere for food on campus was closed) and got back to campus at about 2am. They had missed the bar as well and when they went into the Junior Common Room, there was nobody there. The girls were discussing what to do with themselves, as their brains were still buzzing with work, meaning that none of them would be able to sleep.

Whilst they were thinking about music or games, what popped into his mind was a delightful idea. There was this pool table, and the various discolourations of the baize gave away that more was done regularly on this table than just playing pool, and there it was ready to have someone bent over it to be fucked. He imagined them side by side, facing away from him across the table with their skirts up over their waists, their panties round an ankle and their legs spread wide, their asses proudly pointing upwards and their cunts poking out from between their legs at perfect height for his cock. They seemed happy to both be present for his blow jobs, so why not this? The thought was mesmerising.

He snapped out of his daze as he heard his name being called. They asked him what he was thinking about, and he just said that he had worked out something they could do, and he described in detail the position he wanted them to assume.

Val, who was the more daring of the two and who immediately realised what might happen, was straight onto the table, skirt flipped up, telling him to arrange her as he wanted. He went up behind her, pulled her panties down and off one foot, then moved her feet apart and pushed on her back to push her into the table. Perfect.

He looked at Debbie, who was seemingly concerned about them being interrupted. But she came to the table as Val pointed out that orgasms would help them to calm down, and that they had watched several lots fuck over the pool table and none of their reputations was damaged at all by the incident: in fact, the reputations were somewhat enhanced. So, if they were seen, no harm would likely come of it.

Debbie was clearly thinking it through, but soon took her place next to Val, bending over and flipping her skirt up. Val grabbed her hand and squeezed it whilst smiling at her, as if to reassure Debbie she was doing the right thing. He arranged Debbie in the same way, then stepped back a few steps to admire the wonderful view.

The women heard a chair move and realised that he had sat down to take his time taking in these two wonderful women on display.

Debbie asked him what his plans were, but he hadn’t got that far. He wanted to fuck both of them, so sat contemplating whilst he watched and admired their bent over bodies, their cunt flaps gently quivering as they breathed. His cock was hardening without manual intervention, as a particularly mean game popped into his head.

The girls realised that it was mean as he outlined it. One timed minute of him fucking one cunt, before withdrawing and fucking the other for one timed minute, and backwards and forwards until he came. One of them would get to feel his cum flowing into their cunt, the other would not. And even worse, the girls would get nowhere near orgasm, as any momentum built up in their minute would be lost in the next minute.

Both women complained at the selfishness of his plan, but there was a method in his madness. By switching between cunts, he could cover for his comparative lack of experience (at this point, he had only fucked Anya, and he didn’t want to show himself lacking in front of these two gorgeous friends he wanted to fuck).

But with their cunts exposed as they were, making them feel horny, it was only a matter of time before they caved, agreeing to let him play his evil game. They only agreed to do it if he agreed to scoop some of his cum from the winner’s cunt and put it in the loser’s, followed by finger fucking each of them to multiple orgasms.

He agreed and quite quickly, they felt his glans rubbing against their slightly open cunts (open by virtue of their legs being a good way apart). That was it. Any thoughts of doubt had gone as they felt his glans repeatedly applied to the outer folds of their cunts.

As he was doing it, he spun a coin on the baize and asked Val to choose heads or tails. Val called heads, and it was tails, meaning his glans gently pushed its way into Debbie’s folds first. Debbie loved the feeling of a cock nudging its way into her, gently taking its rightful place filling her cunt with throbbing muscle. But all too soon for Debbie, Val called a minute was up and, in an instant, her cunt was empty, and quite wet in the gentle breeze from the air conditioning.

He was a little swifter impaling Val, as he realised that her cunt would be more than ready. In amongst the empty feeling from her cunt, Debbie remembered she needed to time the minute, as he upped the pace with Val just a little. The minute seemed to really drag for Debbie (and particularly her empty cunt), but it raced by for Val, who had the first tinglings of an orgasm, just as Debbie called time and he extracted his cock, transferring it back to Debbie. Frustrating wasn’t the word.

Even the small break caused by him taking his cock out of one cunt and putting it into another was causing him to last a long time too. At one point, Val seriously thought about stopping the game, but she didn’t want to be the one to stop it, and anyway, he’d promised to finger fuck them later, so she stuck with it. She wasn’t the most patient of sorts, and she didn’t really like edging, and this was a massive ball of edge. Debbie however didn’t mind a nice edging session. She loved a nice slow build up: it was what made her legs go weak after an orgasm. She’d take this all day.

Both girls could feel his cock getting harder, both knew he was nearer to cumming, and both had decisions to make. They each wanted him to cum in their cunt, so had to decide whether to try to speed up his orgasm by squeezing his cock whilst he was inside them, or to just let him be and only resort to that if he is literally seconds from blowing. Debbie took the latter course, Val the former (impatience again), and unluckily for Val, her squeezing got him really hard and about to blow just as Debbie called time. Val cried out in frustration as he removed his cock from her cunt and forcefully impaled Debbie, fucking her hard as she clenched at his cock, forcing him to fire his cum into her in under half a minute.

Whilst he was still throbbing in Debbie’s cunt, he started working on Val’s with his fingers. He didn’t want to really piss her off, so very quickly brought her to an initial orgasm. She relaxed a little, as he scooped some cum out of Debbie’s cunt and pushed it into Val’s, before starting another slightly rougher finger fuck to give Val another three orgasms. His fingers then left a contented Val and gave Debbie four orgasms of her own.

Whilst he bent each of them over the pool table separately to fuck several times during the two years they were all there, they never repeated this. He did wonder if Val would back away from him, but she didn’t and she fucked him very frequently. But Debbie seemed to get confidence from this and came out of her shell a little. After all, she was the one who had made him cum, and that made her feel great.

Which One Of Them Is Going To Suck His Cock First? (Part Two)

12 January 2022 /

Val thought she could tease him for quite a lot longer and was out to make him last as long as possible, to extend this ritual cock sucking for as long as she could manage. She seemed to know when her good friend at university (and my now husband) was nearing cumming and was able to back off.

Debbie wasn’t holding back though and seemed to be masturbating herself with her fingers as much and as vigorously as she could. He thought her fingers might tire, but she showed no sign of it. This was clearly a woman used to long masturbating sessions, and here she was using her two friends as wank fodder, as visual porn to aid her fingers. He counted five strong orgasms for Debbie before Val lost control of his cock. Actually, Val was annoyed. She got distracted with Debbie’s orgasms and missed a pulse from her friend’s cock, and once he began pumping copious amounts of cum into her mouth, there was no stopping him, and all she could do was run the end of her tongue up and down his shaft to extract every ounce of cum there was.

As she felt him finish pulsating and his cock starting to soften, she pulled her mouth off his cock and crawled over to Debbie, who had stopped wanking at the realisation that he was about to cum in his friend’s mouth. Without any hesitation, they leaned together and properly snogged, tongues flying and cum being transferred back and forth between their mouths.

When they had finished, they each showed him a mouthful of cum before swallowing it and showing him their empty mouths, licking their lips as they did so. It was very sexy and had he not just cum, he would have cum right there at the hotness of these two women kissing and sharing his cum.

They both sat there with their tits out for the rest of the time they were in his room, seemingly without a care or any embarrassment. None of them could stop looking at the amazing tits around them, and both girls really seemed to like it.

After they left, he couldn’t help thinking about the following day and the prospect of Debbie doing the sucking. He still couldn’t quite believe it. Val really had sucked his cock, and he drifted off to sleep dreaming about getting his hands on their perfect tits, of sucking on those pert nipples, and maybe just maybe filling their cunts too.

The following morning was weird. He saw them both in lectures, and not a word was said. Val was comparatively conservatively dressed (for her) and therefore gave him no hint of the wonderous tits he was staring at yesterday. Debbie gave him a hint and that just ratcheted up his anticipation.

But before he could get his hands on their tits, he knew what would have to happen, that he would have Debbie’s mouth enveloping his cock. The anticipation of her tongue on his shaft, her hands round his balls, her tits wobbling as her mouth extracted another big load of cum, made the waiting unbearable, and yet, they got to evening mealtime and he had heard nothing. But as they were tucking into their cheesecake, they made it clear that his cum would be their second dessert.

And before long, they were back in his room, Debbie was on her knees, fabulous fleshy tits out and very much on display again. Val had her tits out too and her hand was down her skirt, starting work on her own cunt as Debbie started on his cock.

Debbie was particularly mean with her mouth, infrequently having his cock fully in her mouth, instead focussing on sucking his balls and running and extended tongue up and down his shaft. She was torturing him, but he realised it wasn’t about him, it was about being more stylish than Val, dragging it out longer than Val, making him cum harder than Val, and this was the first sign of a competitive streak between the women when sex was involved. Not nasty, but competitive, nonetheless.

His cock was so hard that it was almost going straight up. His breathing was getting shorter and yet she was still delaying the inevitable as much as she could. Val realised that her losing control of his cock had cost her, and Debbie was still perfectly in control, despite Val’s best efforts to distract Debbie with her noisy and hard orgasms (as Val herself was distracted yesterday). Debbie wasn’t being distracted from her mission, and she kept him right on the edge for a length of time that impressed Val. But even Debbie’s control of his cock slipped, and Debbie realised when he was about to cum, so she slid her tongue up his shaft and gently slipped her mouth over his glans.

Val saw his cock pulsating and Debbie felt a river of smooth white sticky cum flow into her mouth. She applied a couple of hand strokes just to extract every last drop, and then let his softening cock slip out of her mouth before going over to Val for the sharing, showing and swallowing ritual.

After licking their lips, the two women sat with their tits majestically out, watching his cock soften. Val asked him what he thought of their efforts, and he had nothing but praise, but it soon became clear to the girls that he was regretting not getting near their tits.  So, a quick game to Topless Paper Scissors Stone to decide the order, and he was allowed to work on all four tits one by one, for thirty minutes each.

In a flurry of activity, he grabbed and squeezed each tit, bringing the nipple to his mouth, where he sucked, squeezed, and gently bit on each one, as well as running his tongue round and round the nipple and tweaking at the nipple with his fingers.

For two solid hours, he was working these four magnificent tits, and clearly the women enjoyed it, remarking how good his tongue was.

And on several occasions whilst he was working on a tit, his cock got hard, and he felt the other woman’s mouth enrobe his cock and gently suck away. He was all cummed out, and that was OK, as it allowed the women longer to suck on his cock.

But all too soon, each tit had received its thirty-minute workout and they were all siting round chatting again like friends, only friends with tits and cock out, friends with a shared secret, friends who had enjoyed each other’s bodies. None of them put their respective parts away before the women got up to leave for the evening, a perfect end to a magnificent couple of days.

After they left, his thoughts turned to what to do next. Their tits were divine, their cock sucking was fabulous, yet he wanted more. In his head, he decided on some goals. He wanted to watch them masturbate each other. That would be hot. He wondered again if it had already happened. He vowed to find out. He vowed to make them make each other cum. But most of all, he wanted their cunts. He wanted to taste their cunts, he wanted to fill their cunts. For the first time since Anya, he just needed some cunt, and he couldn’t decide which, and he didn’t need to decide which. He vowed to have both. He realised he might fail, but he wanted to set himself a target to stop himself letting the opportunity slip away.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about three cunts; one he was intimately knowledgeable about, two more he hoped to be soon.

Which One Of Them Is Going To Suck His Cock First? (Part One)

6 January 2022 /

My now husband was amused by the discussion taking place in front of him. He was in his university room, seven weeks into his first year, and his two best university female friends were discussing which one of them should suck his cock first; not in a nasty argumenty way, but in a slightly piss-taking getting one up on the other kind of way. He assumed that neither of them was actually going to suck his cock, but it was amusing nonetheless, and his cock was twitching with excitement.

Whilst many men saw going to university as an opportunity for sex, he didn’t (being demisexual although he didn’t know it), instead setting out to make some good friends and to have a blast!

On the first night, he went to the bar to escape the disaster zone that was his room and met some people that night he stayed friends with, two of them were women, and over the next week or so, both turned into close friends. Debbie was a rugby player who didn’t have an ounce of fat on her, and who had thighs so hard he was sure she could crack walnuts. She used to say that the only thing that wobbled on her was her tits, and she had big tits and had a big personality to go with them. Val was almost the opposite, a petite blonde with gorgeous shimmering waist length blonde hair, who was tiny in every other dimension, apart from her sizable (for her frame) tits. She could have any man in the place (and probably most of the women), and she knew it, but despite that, she was actually a lovely person.

That night, he wondered if he’d ever fuck either of them, and indeed wanked at the thought. But he made a conscious choice that he wasn’t going to be one of those lecherous or predatory types. He was more interested in being friends than fucking, and he started the term in that way.

The two girls had clearly noticed him not hitting on them, as after a good few weeks, the three of them were in a bar talking and they brought up him never trying it on. He told them why he was happy with being friends, how he was happy thinking about his hundred fucks with Anya, and how he wasn’t really interested in one-off fucks and if he decided to fuck someone, he would want to do it lots over time.

They seemed happy with the explanation, and yet, a week later, they were trying to decide which of them was going to suck his cock first. He doesn’t really remember what happened to start the discussion, or how or why they started trying to one-up each other to decide. Indeed, he hadn’t given any indication he wanted either of them to suck his cock. He did obviously, but they ought really to have checked. After a little while, the one-upmanship died down and they ended up looking at him expectantly, Val asking him which one of them had made the better arguments, which one did he want to suck his cock first?

He wasn’t the most experienced at this point, but he knew not to make that choice, as he liked both women and ultimately wanted to fuck each of them. So, he summarised the arguments, and said it was tough. They nodded in agreement, but still clearly expected him to choose.

He began to wonder if they meant it. Was one of them actually about to suck his cock? Would the other do it some other time? He realised he needed to take this seriously, as he did want his cock sucked by these two lovely ladies, but he realised if he didn’t mess this up, this could be so much more.

They were looking at him expectantly. He decided to gamble a little and explained to them exactly how he wanted their blow jobs done; tits on display, demurely looking into his eyes as they did it, balls in on the action too, showing the cum in their mouth, sharing with the other woman in a sloppy but tonguy kiss, both show him the cum in their mouths, then swallow and show him their empty mouths.

He insisted they did it this way, and he thought Debbie was about to complain, but Val agreed (possibly too eagerly), and therefore so did Debbie. He had wondered if these two women had done anything sexually together. They might have done, but he did wonder if Val agreeing quickly meant that she fancied some action with Debbie, or did she just want his cock?

He decided to save his neutrality, and suggested they make the decision by Topless Paper Scissors Stone. Best of 5 games, with 5 hands in each game. The women agreed, and quite unceremoniously removed their tops and bras. What wonderous tits they were, but he felt he couldn’t reach out and touch them yet. Oh, their tits: how he dreamed of their tits. He missed playing with tits. His cock betrayed how much he wanted to.

And so, the game went on, each time they did the pump before displaying their hand, their tits were an amazing display of rhythmic wobbling, which carried on for some seconds after they showed their hand.

And after much tit wobbling, it inevitably game down to the final hand in the final game. His cock was very hard, in the expectation of soon being encased in a lovely moist mouth, being run up and down by an inquisitive tongue.

Val won. With a triple rock. Debbie was annoyed, as she overthought her response. Val comforted her a little, telling her she would be sucking his cock tomorrow, but she did look just slightly smug.

Val got him to stand up, and she removed his trousers, folding them and placing them on the bed. Much to his surprise and amazement, she was actually going to suck on his cock. She tugged down his pants and did the same, leaving his cock standing to attention waving in her face. She sat on the floor, arranging her skirt around her, then looked up into his eyes, channelling as much demureness as she could manage. She gently took hold of his cock in her left hand, bringing the tip to her mouth for a gentle kiss, each time she looked at his cock, she returned to looking at his eyes.

But she soon began to focus more on his cock, running her tongue up and down it, occasionally encasing it in her mouth, cupping his balls in her hand and working them. He took his eyes off her and looked at Debbie, who was not looking away from Val working his cock. Debbie had her hand down the front of her shorts, clearly working in her own cunt with her fingers.

He looked back down at Val, who was clearly teasing him. She was going to drag this out as long as she could, as she was doing one of her favourite things, and something she was bloody good at.

They heard Debbie cry out a little, and both looked round, to see her with her eyes closed and her body jolting as clearly, she had made herself cum. As she opened her eyes, she knew that her two friends had seen her orgasm, but she didn’t care, and she didn’t stop working her cunt.

His cock was getting harder and harder, and it was only a matter of time before Val had her mouthful of cum. She had no idea how much longer she could tease him and yet not have him cum, but she liked a challenge.

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