Friends take turns massaging each other [FFM]
[For returning readers, this story takes place after I removed the cock piercing.]
After finishing college, I moved into my grandparents' basement so I could save some money and sort out what I wanted to do with my life. I had grown up thinking I would be the next Stephen King, and I selected my college courses accordingly. Unfortunately I let myself run out of runway before I realized that particular dream wasn't going to make it off the ground. Now was the time to re-group before making my next move.
Most of my friends had vacated our hometown after high school, so I found myself spending my evenings on instant messenger striking up conversations with people I had known and lost touched with before school had even ended—usually after sneaking out into the backyard to smoke a bowl. I was a late bloomer where drugs and alcohol were concerned; I didn't have my first drink until my freshman year of college, and I didn't smoke weed until my fifth year.
I had always been reserved, especially when it came to girls, but I quickly found that the combination of weed and instant messaging worked for me like spinach did for Popeye. Online dating was just starting to become a thing, so I was also honing my skills on sites like Plenty of Fish and OKCupid, but to be completely honest—pickings were slim. I grew up in a small town in West Michigan. Great for raising kids; not so great if you were a dude in your mid-20s looking for a date on a Friday night.
That was how I ended up reconnecting with Larissa. She was in a similar living situation: She had married young and moved back into her parents' house after she caught her husband cheating. Larissa and I had dated in high school. We'd had sex twice when we were both too young for that to be anything but awkward, and our relationship had kind of fizzled out after that. Talking to her now, under such different circumstances, I thought presented an opportunity for both of us to have a little excitement with someone we were already semi-familiar with, and she seemed to be feeling the same way. In fact, it was Larissa who first turned one of our IM conversations toward intimacy and the things that we missed now that we were both single. Naturally, I invited her over to watch a movie—this was back when Netflix came in the mail. I gave her a massage, and we ended the night taking turns going down on each other.
But that's another story.
About a week later, Larissa mentioned to me over IM that her friend Alicia was home to visit her parents for a while. The girls were bored hanging out at Larissa's, and they wondered what I was up to. Of course I had nothing going on, so I invited them over.
I had known Alicia almost as long as I had known Larissa, but I probably could have counted the one-on-one conversations I'd had with her on one hand. She was one of those friend-of-a-friend girls that I was always aware of but never paid much attention to. They were of similar height (roughly 5'5" or so) and body type. Larissa had strawberry blonde hair, cut above her shoulders. Her boobs were bigger than they had been the last time I saw her, and her hips were a bit wider, but she obviously took care of her body. Alicia had been a bigger girl in high school, but she had lost some weight in the years since I had seen her last. She was still bigger in the waist than Larissa, but her chest was a bit smaller. Alicia had dark brown hair that hung down between her shoulder blades, and a round, pretty face.
Both girls knew that I had been pretty straightlaced in high school, so Larissa was almost gleeful when she told Alicia that I had started smoking weed.
"Now I'm a stereotype," I said. "A stoner living alone in his grandparents' basement."
The girls laughed. We were seated on the couch in front of a fake fireplace. It had lights that pulsed and flickered behind a brown, red, and yellow piece of plastic that was meant to look vaguely like fire, but no heat. I was seated on the right side of the couch, Alicia on the left, with Larissa in the middle.
"Have either of you smoked before?"
"A few times," Larissa said.
Alicia nodded. "Only like twice."
"Want to smoke now?"
The girls exchanged a glance, and Alicia shrugged her shoulders. "Sure," she said.
"Let's do it," Larissa said.
Feeling like teenagers, we crept up out of the basement and out the backdoor. I packed us a bowl, and we passed it around. It was pretty obvious that Larissa and Alicia were not regular smokers just from the way they held the lighter, not to mention the coughing, but they held their own.
Soon enough we were back down on the couch. We were seated in the same configuration, but Larissa was closer to me, leaning into me now, with her body facing outward toward Alicia on the other end of the couch and her head resting on my shoulder. Suddenly I was reminded of a night when we were in high school. The three of us were outside the school after what I believe was a talent show. Larissa and I had dated and broken up weeks earlier, and that night was the start of us getting back together. In that moment on the couch, I remembered Alicia saying something like, "Just kiss already."
Now Larissa was resting her head on my shoulder—not the first time she was showing me affection in front of Alicia, though the vibe was definitely different this time.
Sneaking out to smoke had Larissa and Alicia reminiscing about hiding alcohol in their bedrooms when they were in high school.
"Jimmie never did anything like that," Larissa said, as she elbowed me gently in the stomach. "He was a good boy."
"It's true," I said. "My parents thought I was a pothead at one point, but in reality I was just lazy."
The girls laughed.
"The only thing I hid in my bedroom was porn."
"And girls," Alicia chimed in.
"Yeah, I was one of them." Larissa turned her face toward me and winked.
"That is true," I said.
"Oh, I heard," Alicia said. "You two started young."
"Yeah, yeah," I said.
Larissa and I had been sixteen when we were dating, and we'd had brief, clumsy sex on two separate occasions.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I asked.
"Eighteen," Alicia answered. "Summer before college."
I was already starting to feel pretty relaxed, and I could tell the girls were too. Weed always made me feel horny. Combine that with the warmth of Larissa's body leaning into me and the memory of what had happened the last time she visited, and I could already feel my dick getting hard. I would not have pushed the conversation into this territory under normal circumstances, but at this point my typical reservations and discretion had gone out the window.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
Alicia sighed and laughed. "It's been a while. Five months? Maybe six? I'd have to think about it."
"That's sad," Larissa said.
"Tell me about it." Alicia laughed again. "How long has it been for you?"
Larissa responded, "Well, there's sex and there's oral sex."
We all laughed at that point.
"I guess that's an answer," I said.
"Not really," Alicia said. "Both. Either. How long has it been?"
"Oral sex?" Larissa turned her face toward me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot. "Last week."
"Ooh," Alicia said, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds like a story."
Larissa laughed. "Not really."
"I want to hear it anyway," Alicia said. "I told you, it's been a long time. Give me some excitement."
Larissa looked to me, and I shrugged. At this point, my dick was as hard as a rock. I was game for anything—but I wasn't exactly prepared for how blunt Larissa's response was.
"He gave me a massage, then he ate my pussy."
Alicia's jaw dropped. Apparently she was not prepared for that response either. "Jesus, Larissa!" She laughed.
"What?" Larissa feigned innocence. "You asked!"
Alicia looked to me. "Sounds like a fun time for you."
"No complaints from me." I winked at her. "I like giving massages anyway. Plus have you seen her naked? Her tits are amazing."
"No," Alicia said, smirking, "but I have seen her in a bikini."
"Just look at these things."
I sat up and took hold of the hem of Larissa's white t-shirt, expecting her to swat my hand away. To my surprise she leaned forward slightly, making it easier for me to lift her shirt. I exposed a few inches of belly and paused for a moment, waiting for one of them to stop me. No one said a word, so I pulled her shirt up over her bra. She raised her arms, and I took her shirt off completely. She was wearing a lavender bra that contained her soft, white mounds perfectly.
I tossed Larissa's shirt to the floor and started massaging her shoulders. Larissa moaned, and her head fell forward.
Alicia laughed. "How's that feel?"
"So good," Larissa said.
We sat in silence for a minute while I kept working on Larissa's shoulders. I had taken a few massage courses in college, and I genuinely enjoyed giving massages, so I felt like I knew what I was doing. I even had some organic oil, which I had used on Larissa the week before.
I was watching Alicia's face. Her cheeks were flushed too, and she was openly staring at Larissa's chest. Her lips parted slightly. I had never thought about Alicia in a sexual way, but the look on her face just now made my cock throb. Suddenly I was thinking about her lips, how plump and full they looked, and how good they would feel wrapped around my shaft.
"How long has it been for you?"
Alicia blinked. "What? Sorry ... "
"Oral sex," I said. "How long has it been?"
"Same," she said. "About six months."
She wasn't even looking at me. Her gaze was still locked on Larissa's tits.
"Do you prefer giving or receiving?"
"I like giving head."
Without lifting her head, Larissa chimed in. "She's never had someone go down on her."
"Really?"
Alicia nodded slowly .
"That's a shame," I said.
My response hung in the air a moment as we fell back into a silent reverie—Larissa sitting there in her bra, me rubbing her shoulders and neck, and Alicia watching us. The sexual tension felt like it was getting thicker by the minute. Part of me felt like I could have asked Alicia anything at that point, and she would answer. I thought about asking when was the last time she touched herself. The last time she had an orgasm. What kind of porn she liked.
At the same time, I was enjoying the feel of my hands on Larissa's skin, and based on the way her body was responding to my touch, I thought she might be up for a bit more.
I leaned forward, put my lips close to her ear and asked, "Do you want a real massage?"
Larissa nodded. "Yes, please."
"Let's go then."
Larissa stood up and started walking toward my bedroom, at the opposite end of the basement from the sitting area where we had been hanging out, and I followed suit.
After a few steps, Larissa turned back toward Alicia and said, "Come on, don't stay out here by yourself."
Alicia raised an eyebrow. "I thought you guys might want some privacy."
"It's just a massage," Larissa said, though her tone hinted strongly that was not the case.
"You can help me," I said. "I'll show you some techniques."
That was apparently all the encouragement Alicia needed. She stood up and followed us to the bedroom.
The bedroom I had been calling home was small, dark, and isolated in the back corner of the basement. The lack of egress window kept the room pretty dark even in the middle of the day; at night, it was pitch black. I turned on a reading lamp on the nightstand that had a warm, orange glow—enough to see by without killing the vibe. The bed and nightstand were the only piece of furniture in the room, so Alicia sat on the edge of the bed while Larissa stripped off her socks and jeans. My cock throbbed hard when I saw when she was wearing underneath—a purple thong, the same shade as her bra. She must have felt the need for some modesty at this point, because she got up on the bed and laid face-down before reaching back to unclasp her bra.
I kept the massage oil in a toiletries bag so as not to raise any questions. The toiletries bag was on a wall shelf, with a few other personal items (most of my belongings were in storage at this point). I took in the scene while I was retrieving the oil: Larissa was topless now, lying facedown on the bed; Alicia was sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning back against the headboard. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her—which is precisely why I could never be a licensed massage therapist. I loved the bare skin, the gentle curves, the bulge of Larissa's breasts pressed against the bedsheet and peeking out on either side of her chest. Larissa had a great body, but from this angle her ass completely stole the show—especially in those thong panties. Her ass cheeks were big, firm, and the same milky white color as her tits. I wanted to smack both cheeks. No, what I really wanted to do was to get in between her legs, spread her cheeks and lick the thin strip of lavender fabric covering her pussy and asshole. Like Larissa had in hiding her bare chest from view, I kept things modest and quasi-professional for the time being.
I placed the bottle on the nightstand and pumped some oil into my palm. After rubbing my hands together to warm them up, I started spreading the oil over Larissa's bare back, moving from her neck down to the small of her back. I added more oil, making sure there was sufficient coverage, then I knelt on the bed beside her and started the massage.
"I start by going along her spine with my fingertips or my thumbs, depending on how I'm feeling."
"OK," Alicia said, shifting position a little so she could see better.
"From the neck, all the way down her back. My palms make more contact on the way back up, along the sides. Like this." With the fingertips of my hands on both sides of her spine, I traced the line down to the small of her back, getting very close to her panties, before spreading out my hands and moving back up to her shoulder blades. "If I feel any knots, I'll spend some focused time there, but this motion is what I come back to. I try to keep contact at all times, so it feels like a continuous motion."
Larissa moaned in approval as I rubbed down toward her ass again, this time going far enough to briefly touch her panties before coming back up.
I turned to Alicia. "If you want to keep this up, I'll work on her legs."
"Sure," Alicia said. Her eyes were on her friend's body—specifically, I think, her lower half.
"If you feel like you need more oil, go ahead."
I pumped some more oil into my hands and moved down to the foot of the bed. I started by spreading oil on her thighs and made my way down to her ankles. Alicia took my place massaging Larissa's back. I watched her movements as I started working on Larissa's ankles. At first her hand motions were hesitant, but with every pass down Larissa's back she seemed to gain confidence. I found myself staring at Alicia's feminine hands, her slender fingers, her manicured nails with their maroon polish, pushing into, over, and against her friend's bare skin. I knew they had never touched like this before, and I could tell that Alicia was getting more turned on as things progressed. She seemed hypnotized by Larissa's body in her hands—and I could hardly blame her.
I turned my attention back to Larissa's legs and began moving up toward her thighs. Keeping tabs on Alicia's movements in my periphery, I matched her tempo and movements, rubbing in an upward motion when she was rubbing down. In my experience in giving solo massages, I had found that by directing my movements toward the center of the woman's body—by, I assumed, pushing blood flow toward her genitals—I was able to generate a heightened sense of arousal. When I gave a massage, I wanted the girl to be silently begging me to fuck her by the time I finally allowed my fingers to make contact with her pussy. Like I said, I could never be an LMT.
If I was an artist, then I wanted this to be my masterpiece. I doubted Larissa and Alicia had ever been in such a sexually charged situation with another girl before. I wanted to build the tension to the point where they lost all inhibitions.
So I took my time, matching Alicia's movements, with both of us rubbing toward the plump mound of Larissa's ass, retreating, getting close to her cheeks and the lavender thong framing them, retreating again. Larissa moaned in ecstasy beneath us. My fingertips reached higher on her thighs with every stroke. Starting at her ankles, I pushed upward with my hands in C-formation, my thumbs running along the inside of her legs, over the rise and fall of her calves, into the valleys behind her knees, and up the back of her thighs toward her ass cheeks. Before making my way back down, I would trace a semi-circle with my thumbs on her inner thighs. This was where the teasing really intensified, as my thumbs crept closer and closer to that lavender strip of fabric covering her labia.
Our combined efforts were having the desired effect. Each time I reached the top of her thighs, Larissa raised her hips slightly from the mattress, providing a little more access to her most sensitive area. As time went on, as my fingertips drew closer to her masked pussy, she became less subtle about presenting herself to me, until eventually she was lifting her hips an inch or two off the bed. Even in the dim light, I could see that her labia had swollen so much it was visible on either of her thong.
On the next pass, I finally let my thumbs make contact with her pussy, just for a second. Larissa moaned and wiggled her butt when I moved my hands away. She knew what I was doing—but it was still working.
Larissa's thong was my boundary now. With each pass, I let my thumbs trace a little of the fabric border, meaning that I was making regular contact with the outer edges of her swollen labia. Alicia must have noticed that I was touching her thong from the bottom, because her strokes were reaching the waistband of Larissa's panties now, tracing the elastic band from the small of her back at the base of her spine outward to her hips before returning to her shoulder blades.
I moved up onto the bed, straddling Larissa's legs, and shifted my focus to her ass cheeks. I started massaging in circular motions so I was spreading Larissa's cheeks with every pass. I traced the underside of her thong's waistband now, matching Alicia's tempo and movements so we were touching the same places at the same time. As a final push, I let my fingertips slip under Larissa's panties. On the next pass, just as I'd hoped, Alicia did the same thing. We did this a couple more times, until Alicia's fingertips touched mine under the waistband of Larissa's thong.
Then I asked the question that I had been waiting to ask.
"Alicia, would you like a massage?"
Alicia froze for a moment, then nodded her head.
"I'm not gonna lie, that looked like it felt pretty damn good."
Larissa sighed dramatically. "Does that mean I have to get up now?"
I gave her ass a playful spank—not as hard as I wanted to, but I did get a delicious little jiggle for my effort.
"Yup, sorry about your luck. Your turn to help out."
"I suppose it's only fair," Larissa said. With exaggerated effort, she pushed herself up from the mattress and sat on the edge. She made no effort to cover her naked breasts; modesty had gone out the window at this point. She looked incredibly sexy in the dim light, with her breasts hanging heavy on her chest, her dark nipples fully erect.
I thought Alicia might be more reluctant to strip down, considering she and I had never been intimate before, but she proved me wrong by quickly and unceremoniously stripping off her pants, socks, and shirt. I had just a moment to take in her curvaceous form before she laid face down on the bed. She was wearing a gray padded bra and black bikini-cut panties. Her belly protruded a little, and her breasts were small for her frame, but from my perspective in the moment she was sexy as fuck. I was nearing the point of requiring physical restraints. My dick had been so hard for so long that it ached. If and when I finally did get some action tonight, I thought I would probably erupt at the first touch.
Like Larissa, Alicia waited to remove her bra until she was face down on the mattress. Just like that, I had two topless girls on my bed. Not how I thought the night would go when I invited them over, but I wasn't complaining.
Larissa moved to the head of the bed, where Alicia had been sitting, but I had other ideas.
"Actually, let me work on her back," I said. "You do her legs."
Larissa acquiesced silently, and we switched positions. I handed her the oil bottle. She pumped some out in her palm, returned the bottle to me so I could do the same, and we got started. Alicia responded to our touch immediately with a soft moan.
As I massaged her back in the same pattern I had demonstrated for her before, I watched Larissa at the foot of the bed. She leaned forward, running her hands up Alicia's legs, her nude breasts swinging gently. My hope in having Larissa massage Alicia's legs was that she would find as much pleasure in the task as I did, and the lust in her expression told me everything I needed to know. She was breathing heavy and biting her lip, and as I watched she never took her eyes off Alicia's ass. Larissa was the perfect student; she moved her hands up and down Alicia's legs using exactly the same motion I had used on her, moving higher on her thighs with every pass, making semi-circles at the apex with her thumbs, getting closer and closer to her panty line.
I tried to take my time and give Alicia a decent massage, but at this point I was in agony. Each pass with my hands down her back went lower and lower, until I was tracing the waistline of her panties. As Larissa followed my lead, I imagined her thumbs grazing Alicia's labia through the thin black fabric of her panties. Every time Larissa's hands reached up the back of her legs, Alicia released a soft moan.
I started letting my fingertips slip inside the waistband of her panties, and Larissa followed suit from below. Alicia lifted her body from the mattress to allow access when Larissa's hands reached the top of her thighs, but I couldn't tell how close Larissa was getting to her pussy.
It was obvious now that the girls were just as into this as I was, so I pushed things a step further. I pulled at the waistband of her panties.
"Why don't we take these off, so we can give a more complete massage."
Alicia responded with a muffled, dreamy, "OK."
Without a word, Larissa started pulling Alicia's panties down over her beautiful, round ass. She tossed them to the floor along with the rest of the girls' clothes, and we returned to our work. Larissa straddled Alicia's legs, just as I had done to her a few minutes earlier, and started working Alicia's ass cheeks. She was staring down between Alicia's legs, and I knew that with every stroke of her hands she was spreading Alicia's pussy lips. The smell of sex was intense, almost smothering. I focused on Alicia's lower back and the top hemispheres of her ass cheeks.
After a few minutes of this, Larissa looked up at me.
"You know, this isn't really fair," she said. "Jimmie has two girls basically naked in his bed, and he's still fully clothed."
Alicia murmured, "Mmhmm."
"Does that mean it's my turn?" I asked, smirking.
"What do you think?" Larissa spanked Alicia's ass playfully. "Do you think he deserves a massage?"
"I guess if we're talking about fairness," Alicia said.
"Mm, that is true." Larissa winked at me.
Like a dog finally let off its leash, I could hardly contain my excitement. I jumped up from the bed and stripped, adding my own socks, jeans and shirt to the pile. I hesitated for a split second in my boxer-briefs, thinking I should follow the girls' example and feign modesty, but one glance at the scene in front of me killed that thought in its tracks. Alicia had rolled over onto her side, her head propped up on her elbow. She did not bother to cover up her nudity or disguise the fact that she was staring at my body. Her nipples were larger and darker than Larissa's, and her bush was trimmed in a nice triangular shape. Larissa was kneeling on the bed in her lavender thong and nothing else, hands on her hips, still straddling her friend's legs.
My underwear landed on the pile as well, leaving me standing fully nude with my cock erect and throbbing.
Larissa laughed. "Jesus, look at that thing."
"I think he's a little turned on," Alicia said.
"Think you're right," Larissa said. She reached a hand down and stroked Alicia's leg. "Not sure why that would be."
I was unsure how serious they were about giving me a massage—frankly, I didn't care. I laid down next to Alicia and started kissing and licking her nipple. Alicia moaned and turned to lay on her back, as Larissa got up from the bed and dropped her thong, revealing her shaved pussy. I pinched Alicia's nipple and fondled her tits as I watched Larissa, waiting to see what her next move was going to be. She did not disappoint.
Larissa pushed Alicia's legs apart and knelt on the bed between them.
"I've never done this before," she said. "So I don't really know what I'm doing."
With her big eyes on Alicia, watching for her reaction, Larissa lowered her face to Alicia's pubic mound. Alicia's reaction when Larissa's tongue finally made contact was explosive. She had her eyes closed, and she was holding her hands up like she wanted to push Larissa away, but the pleasure was too intense. She let out an animalistic moan, completely lost in the feeling. Eventually she brought her right hand up to her right breast and began tugging at her nipple. I followed her lead on the left and pinched and pulled harder. Alicia responded by reaching out with her left hand and grabbing my erection like she thought she might fly off the bed and needed something to keep her grounded.
I couldn't see exactly what Larissa was doing, but apparently she was going it well. Alicia's moaning grew more intense. She had Larissa's head clamped between her thighs as her hips started bucking.
"I'm cumming," she cried. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"
Alicia froze up as her orgasm washed over her. Finally she released her grip on my cock and laid back, panting. Larissa kissed Alicia's pussy lips one last time and ran her fingers lovingly through her pubic hair.
She smirked. "Was that ok for your first time?"
Alicia laughed. "I mean, yeah, obviously. Fuck, that was good."
Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees and looked at me. "Ok, for real. Now it's your turn."
I had a brief second to wonder what exactly she meant before her mouth was on my cock. When we were out on the couch, she had said she liked giving head, now she was putting her money where her mouth was—and I believed it. She wrapped a hand around my shaft and made a corkscrew motion as she stroked, taking me deep into her mouth over and over again. Saliva ran over her fingers and down around my balls. With her free hand she started massaging my balls, then she started stroking the shaft with both hands, making the corkscrew motion in opposite directions. If her goal was to make me cum in record time, she was on the right track. I could already feel my orgasm building.
Then Alicia started moaning around my dick. I looked up and saw Larissa had buried her face between Alicia's ass cheeks and was—not that I could see, but I assumed—eating her friend's pussy from behind. Without missing a beat, Larissa smacked Alicia's ass cheek, prompting Alicia to squeal.
This was just too much for me to handle.
I groaned, "I'm gonna cum."
Alicia didn't slow down until I started shooting off into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, slowly milking my dick with her lips and hands. Then she lowered her face to the mattress, keeping her ass up in the air so Larissa could keep doing what she was doing. I leaned forward and grabbed Alicia's ass cheeks, pulling them apart to allow Larissa more access. Larissa was deep in it now, kissing, licking, and sucking at Alicia's hairy pussy lips while Alicia moaned with her face against the bed.
"Why don't you come up here and let Alicia return the favor?" I asked.
Larissa gave Alicia one last kiss and a pat on the ass, then she and I switched places. From behind Alicia, I watched Larissa position herself on the bed and spread her legs. Despite everything that had happened so far, Alicia initially seemed unsure of herself. She began by kissing the inside of Larissa's thighs, just above the knees, and slowly made her way up toward Larissa's bare pussy. Even in the dim light, Larissa's lips glistened with moisture.
I started rubbing Alicia's pussy, and her uncertainty seemed to diminish. She moaned when I stuck my thumb inside her, rubbing her clit with my index and middle fingers at the same time. Finally she stuck out her tongue and started licking Larissa's wet lips. Larissa closed her eyes and put a hand on the back of Alicia's head, gently pulling her in close.
Now that Alicia was fully engaged in eating out her friend, I knelt behind her and started tracing her pussy lips with my tongue. Alicia wiggled her ass and moaned, the sound muffled by Larissa's thighs. I responded by grabbing her ass cheeks sticking my tongue into her pussy as far as I could. My nose was tickling her asshole at this point. I pulled back and started licking the lower part of her pussy and taint while grabbing and massaging her ass cheeks.
Alicia let out a surprised "Ooh!" when the tip of my tongue touched the rim of her asshole, and she pushed back against me. I took this as a sign of encouragement and focused my attention there, licking slow circles around her puckered asshole. Alicia responded with low groans, muffled as her face was pressed tight against Larissa's pussy.
For her part, Larissa was beginning to squirm, her own pleasurable moans becoming louder and more intense.
I could feel my dick getting hard again. While I continued licking Alicia's asshole, I started fingering her pussy and massaging her clit again, trying to make her cum again before Larissa did. By the sounds they were making, I thought it would be close.
Larissa spoke up then. "I'm sorry, I just need dick."
We all shuffled positions again. I laid down on the bed, and Larissa took my cock in her mouth until I was back at full hardness. Without wasting a second, she climbed on top of me and guided me into her. Alicia positioned herself over my face and lowered her pussy down to my waiting lips.
I couldn't see anything, but the sounds and the sensations were intoxicating. I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing mixed in with the girls' moans and knew they were making out while they rode me.
I was surprised when Alicia came first—considering that she had cum once already. After her orgasm subsided, she climbed off me. Now that I could see, the spectacle that greeted me almost pushed me over the edge for a second time. Larissa was in a trance, pinching her nipple with her right hand and caressing Alicia's nude body with her left. Alicia was kissing Larissa's neck and rubbing her clit.
Finally Larissa panted, "I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't stop, I'm cumming!"
Larissa collapsed onto me as I continued thrusting into her, her body spasming as her orgasm washed over her. Alicia moved down to the foot of the bed and started rubbing my thighs and tickling my balls. This continued until I felt my second orgasm coming on.
"I'm going to cum again," I said.
Larissa climbed off my dick, and immediately I felt Alicia's mouth take her place. She deepthroated me again while Larissa and I kissed, and for the second time that night I came down her throat.
We laid in bed together for a while after that, catching our breath and recovering from all the activity, until the girls decided it was time for them to head home. I hoped we would repeat the evenings events at some point, but the three of us never got together again.