0 comments/ 31126 views/ 0 favorites Trifecta By: Xanaduvian We met at the my hotel, in the bar. She sashayed in, her red hair in curls, wearing a simple black sheath, looking like a million dollars in new bills. Her husband was following her, as a good sub should. She was medium height, very pretty, and her figure was as good as her pictures. Her husband was shortish and slim, definitely dwarfed by me. I rose and beckoned to them; they recognized me by the flower in my sports jacket lapel. Not too many of them worn today, so they're a good signal. She walked up to the table, smiling, confident. He walked behind her with his eyes downcast. I could not tell if he was happy to be here or was merely following her orders. I caught him glancing up at me scrumptiously once or twice. Introductions were made, and he briefly met my eyes. We sat, and he assisted her, pulling out her chair. She sat in the chair I indicated, but when he began to sit next to here, I looked at him and told him in a low voice not to sit there, to sit at the other side of the table. He immediately complied. "You have him well-trained, I see," I observed. "Yes, I like to think so," she answered. I took her hand and kissed its back. "You look stunning tonight. Your pictures don't do you justice," I told her. We both ignored him. When the waitress came for drink orders, she ordered, then I, and when it was his turn, he looked at her for permission. She cocked an eyebrow at me questioningly and I said by all means he should have one. I asked him if he was happy to be with us, and he said yes. "Yes, what?" I prompted. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir," he shot back. I smiled. "That's better. Stand up." He stood. I could see he had a raging hard-on. "You may be seated," I told him, anxious to have him sit before someone noticed the bulge in his pants. I looked back at her; she was smirking at his discomfort. I wondered how long it had been since she'd let him have an orgasm. I reached up and slipped my hand under her red hair, sliding it across the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, and rolled her head back, lost in the sensation. My thumb stroked her ear. Our drinks arrived, and we drank them, she and I making chit-chat. We (she and I) decided that we needed no more alcohol, so I paid the tab and we headed up to my room. Once there, I put on the "Do Not Disturb" sign and double locked the door. I asked her to sit, and she accepted. I reached in the bedside table drawer and took out a small flail. Looking at him, I said, "Undress." His hands actually quivered as he hastened to comply. I told him to start with his pants, and when he had them off, I stroked him across the back of his upper thigh and told him to hurry. I could see a wet spot where the head of his cock tented his undershorts. He stripped in record time, but not without getting two or three additional strokes to spur him on and assure neatness in folding his clothes, not an easy task when you have a raging erection and someone is beating you on the ass with a flail. Finally he stood naked, almost at attention. He wanted to cover his cock with his hands but was too well-trained. "Slow and clumsy," I told him. "Look at your wife. She's still dressed and having to play with her pussy through her clothes. Take care of that." Obviously, it was not his first time as serving her as "handmaiden." He took off her shoes and unzipped the dress, occassionally earning a flick of the flail for lack of speed. By the time she was naked, his ass was nice and pink, and she was wearing a big smile. I leaned down and kissed her long and hard, squeezing her nipples and rolling them in my fingers. By this time, I was as hard as her unfortunate wretch of a husband. "Do you think I intend to stay dressed all night?" I asked him. "Undress me, too!" He hurriedly took off my clothes. Knowing she wanted a bit of a show, when my boxer briefs were finally removed and folded, I had him suck my cock. He was really quite good at it, of course, he wanted to suck me more than most of my partners had wanted to. I let him suck me for a while, beating him on the sholders with the flail if he sucked too hard, as I'm uncircumsized and more sensitive than circumsized men. Finally, when it felt a little TOO good, I pulled it out of his mouth with a "plop." I could tell he was reluctant to stop. I slowly walked over to his wife and offered her a taste. She took me into her mouth gently and sucked me. I looked at him, still kneeling where he'd sucked me, and told him to get between her legs and lick her clit. Soon, she was forgetting what she was doing, sucking me too hard while he licked her. One hand was on his head, pulling it into her, the other was holding my cock. I pulled it out of her mouth, opting to watch him service her. Obviously, he knew what she wanted, or she was turned on by things, or more likely, both, because she was coming in seconds, pulling him to her with both hands. After her climax, I pulled her up to me and kissed her on the mouth. I could taste my cock on her breath, even though I had not yet come. I told him to sit in the chair she had just been in and to watch us, without touching his cock. If he touched himself and I saw it, I would beat him savagely with the flail. The head of his cock was glistening, and I reached down, rubbed some of the precum off with my fingers, making him groan. I rubbed them together, feeling them slide over each other, slippery and tacky at the same time. Finally, I pushed them in his face and told him to lick them off, which he readily did. She was standing watching, playing with her pussy, one finger curling up into it. I returned to her and gently pushed her onto the bed. I had masturbated before our meeting, hoping it would delay my intial orgasm, but I was so hot now I was not sure how long I would last. I climbed onto the bed with her, and drew down to her mouth, kissing her deeply, once again tasting myself on her. One hand stroked her clit, finding her hand already there. What an incredibly hot woman! After and eternity of kissing, licking her neck and breasts, rubbing her pussy, (really probably five minutes, but SEEMING like an eternity) I pushed my cock into her fully. She moaned appreciatively, and reached behind me to pull me into her with her legs. I fucked her with long slow strokes, but knew it wouldn't last as long as I wanted, so I rolled us over with her lithe body on top of mine. I looked over at her husband; he was being good and not masturbating, although he looked in pain from his unrelieved erection. She rode me, riding up and sliding down full length on my cock, rubbing her clit on my pubic bone at the trough of the wave. I reached up to pinch her nipples and told her how beautiful, how hot she was. Soon she began to come, and I reached around for her ass, cupping and squeezing her boyishly small cheeks as I spent myself in her, matching her orgasm with my own. She collapsed on me, red hair spilling in my face. I moved it aside, so I could check on her husband, and caught the little bastard rubbing the head of his cock. Quick as lightening, I was up slashing at his legs with the flail. I think he was actually in fear of me, my size and my apparent anger, although I would never really harm anyone not trying to harm me or mine. He quailed under my blows, allowing me to once again beat him on the ass. "What did I tell you about touching your cock?" I shouted. "Not too...I'm sorry!" he said. My "anger" was spent, but my cock was once again hard from the pleasurable exercise. "Clean me off!" I barked. I was almost sorry to see him so fearful, but loved the feel of his mouth working on my cock to clean me. Soon I was "squeaky clean." "Now it's HER turn. Lick my come off her pussy," I told him, and he quickly crawled up on the bed to comply. She was totally turned on by my beating him. As he licked and sucked, I saw her writhe under his tongue. I quietly slipped some lube out of a drawer, much more for my enjoyment than his, and lubed up my cock. I positioned myself behind him as he knelt over her cleaning her and slowly thrust my cock up his ass. If you haven't tried fucking an ass, you really should; it's incredible. I could feel his anal sphincter tighten down as my cock head slid slowly in. Soon, I was buried to the hilt in his ass. I took his hips in my hands and rode him slowly. She was watching, through half-open eyes, smiling as I shoved it in and out. I reached down under him and took hold of his cock and stroked it twice. That's all that was needed before he started bucking like a bronco, shooting onto the sheets. I wanted him to come early, because I had quite a bit more fucking left in me, and didn't want him to enjoy it too much. I continued stroking in and out, until his attentions on her twat brought her to another thigh-quivering orgasm. Her climax triggered mine, and I pulled him by his hips back onto my cock, feeling myslef pulse a load of cum into his ass. The little bastard had the last laugh, though. At the last minute, he shot another load onto the sheet. I made him lick up his spill, then clean me up before I lay beside his wife, stroking her lovingly. He was allowed to lie on the floor beside me, and I occasionally petted him. We were all quite glad things had gone so well, and determined to meet as often as our scheduled allowed. Trifecta Part 1: The Banquet. Steve sat at one of dozens of tables in the crowded university ballroom. A speaker droned on to the bored students, who sat eating their closing day banquet. It was the final event of the multi-day debate competition and Steve, for one, was sorry to see it end. He wasn't so sure about Cherie and Yvette. They sat across from him, picking at their plates and looking bored. Cherie noticed Steve looking at her and said to him, "I can't wait to get back to Olympia." "Really? I love this stuff. I've had a blast," Steve replied with a smile. "Hmmm. You are good at this debate thing." She paused and ran her eyes over him. "But why are you so uptight?" She motioned to his shirt and turned to Yvette saying, "Look, he has his top button buttoned!" Yvette looked curiously at Steve's shirt and said, "Yeah, he does!" with a little laugh. Steve looked perplexed and uncomfortable. Cherie smirked and reached across the narrow table to touch Steve's chest and conservative, blue dress shirt. "You're a good looking guy. Nice chest! You should show a little bit of skin." She pulled her hand back and used it to pull her own top open a little wider. In contrast to his own conservative attire, Steve thought Cherie looked excitingly dangerous. She was a gorgeous girl of Mediterranean ancestry, with darkly tanned skin, black hair, a classic oval face, and a somewhat large, but feminine, nose. Her exotic features got her attention and her confident, smoky brown eyes commanded it. She usually had a superior smirk on her face, as she did now. Her dark, plum-pink lipstick matched the tight, stylish, purple blouse she wore. It featured frilly fabric along the button line. Cherie had it unbuttoned a quarter of the way down. Framed between the frills, Steve could see the tops of her lacy black bra and large breasts and, most impressively, her ample, tanned cleavage. Steve had been stealing glances at that spectacular view all evening and was embarrassed to have his attention drawn straight to it. He wondered if she knew he'd been looking. Yvette leaned over and admired Cherie's cleavage with a quick laugh then sat back and tugged open her own top a little wider. "Yes, a little skin!" She flashed her gorgeous white smile, laughed and said, "But I don't have as much to show as Cherie!" Yvette was also a beautiful girl, but a total contrast to her friend. She had long, straight, natural blond hair, porcelain skin, and cheerful, blue eyes. Her face had the sharp, delicate, straight lines of a modern beauty. Her light pink lipstick made her slender lips stand out. Steve thought the lipstick made her look a bit slutty and deliciously kissable. She was wearing a white, women's dress shirt. The cuffs were unbuttoned and slightly rolled back and she had also unbuttoned her shirt a quarter of the way down, revealing her lacy white bra, but not much cleavage. Her breasts were much smaller than Cherie's. Back in Olympia, Steve had often imagined them as perky mouthfuls. Steve was now completely embarrassed and convinced that Yvette and Cherie were making fun of him. He glanced down the table at the other kids from Olympia High, but the rest of the group was engrossed in their own conversations. Far down the table, one of the students, Matt, had leaned over to Barb who was sitting next to him and was whispering something in her ear. Barb listened to him with closed eyes, and a big, excited smile. They looked completely, happily, oblivious to everyone around them. Steve was suddenly jealous as well as embarrassed. He'd really had a good time. Now, this final event was turning into a disaster. Cherie and Yvette were two of the prettiest girls at school and inseparable friends. Steve, and every other guy at Olympia High, had often fantasized about them. He'd been surprised and pleased when they'd volunteered for the team. In addition to being beautiful, both girls were smart and talented students. Steve remembered when the girls had asked to join the team. One day, before their English class had started, Steve and a geeky friend of his had been reenacting the Episode 3 battle between Obi-Wan and Anakin Skywalker, using their pencils as lightsabers. Steve, playing Anakin, had said, "Now, I am the master," and, while lunging at his friend, had jostled Cherie's desk a little. The English teacher, Mr. Andross, had looked up sharply. Steve had mumbled an apology to Cherie and quickly sat down at his own desk. After the class was over, Cherie had said, "Hey, Steve, wait a second." Steve had paused on his way to the classroom door. He'd felt a jolt of nervousness as he turned to talk with the two pretty girls and inwardly cursed himself for it. "We want to join the debate team," Cherie had said and then asked with a smirk, "Are you the master?" She continued, "Can you sign us up?" Steve had recalled with embarrassment his goofing around prior to class. "Uh, I am the team captain," Steve had replied, "I can sign you up." "So you are the master," Yvette had said, emphasizing the word "master." She'd continued, "Does that make you the master-debater?" Steve had blinked in confusion and embarrassment at the sexual innuendo. Yvette had laughed and Cherie had punched her in the shoulder. Cherie had turned back to Steve, a look of half exasperation and half amusement on her face. She'd asked, "When's the next meeting?" "Uh, tomorrow," Steve had said. He'd struggled for a moment to gather his composure and then continued, "In this classroom; right after school." "Great! Thanks! We'll see you tomorrow," Cherie had replied. She'd grabbed Yvette by the arm and steered her giggling friend out of the classroom. Yvette had turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Bye, Stevie!" Steve had followed the girls out, bemused. Cherie and Yvette had just started at Olympia High School this year. For unrelated reasons, their parents had moved to town recently from different locations in southern California. As a result, the girls had transferred in from different schools for their senior year. New, beautiful, smart, and outgoing, they'd electrified the school's social scene. From the moment they met during new student orientation, they'd been inseparable friends. They were immensely popular. For a while, Cherie had dated Brent, the starting quarterback on the school's football team, but Steve had heard she'd dumped him a month ago and that Brent was still moping about it. He didn't know anything about Yvette's dating history, but Steve and his friends weren't closely plugged into the school's social scene. Steve was virgin and had never been on a date. Although he was very interested in girls, he had no car, no job, no money and no idea how he'd actually go on a date. Tall and athletic, but ungraceful, Steve was cute, but not overly handsome. He didn't hang out with the cool kids, such as Matt, but he wasn't intimidated by them. Despite being one of the smartest kids in school, he was kind and unpatronizing with the other students. He was easily the most popular kid at school, outside of the cool kids. He had no idea how interesting he was to girls at Olympia High. Unless he was talking about a subject very familiar to him, he tended to be a little nervous and awkward around girls, particularly the very pretty ones. Cherie and Yvette had proved to be great additions to the debate team. They were skillful, Cherie perhaps a little more so since Yvette tended to be too sarcastic. Steve had talked and worked with them while preparing for this school trip and they'd seem nice and appreciative of his help. Steve had thought they were becoming friends. The only thing that annoyed him about the girls was the way Matt, who was also on the debate team, flirted shamelessly with Cherie and Yvette, who flirted shamelessly back at him (this was even more annoying to Barb, who was Matt's girlfriend and also a senior member of team). That, and perhaps the way Yvette called him "Stevie," but he also enjoyed the casual intimacy and underlying affection of the nickname. With the added help of Cherie and Yvette, the debate team had won third place at this competition, which was a significant improvement over last year's sixth place finish. The small trophy the team had collected sat in the middle of their banquet table. Now, Cherie and Yvette were teasing Steve and he felt foolish for thinking they might like him and even more foolish for fantasizing about them. He felt his face growing red and felt every bit like the virgin he was. He looked down at his plate and concentrated awkwardly on the remnants of his dinner. While Steve was making an effort to look anywhere but at Cherie or Yvette, Cherie studied Steve thoughtfully, with her smirk firmly in place. Yvette looked at Cherie expectantly. Reaching a decision, Cherie glanced at Yvette and then turned to Steve, saying, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Steve." Steve nodded noncommittally. Cherie continued, "Look, this is boring. Let's go back to the motel. Yvette and I really like you and I want to make it up to you." Steve was more embarrassed, which he hadn't thought possible, but he appreciated the gesture. And embarrassed or not, he wasn't going to pass up a chance to hang out with these two girls. His throat felt tight. To his further mortification his voice, normally a manly baritone, was a bit squeaky as he replied, "Back, uh, heh." While Steve coughed in an effort to bring his vocal cords under control, Cherie's smirk deepened and Yvette's smile broadened. Steve bravely continued, saying much more naturally, "Back to the hotel? What will we do?" It was still early in the program and, although the team had already collected its trophy, more speakers and dessert was still to come at the banquet. "Oh, I don't know," Cherie said. Unknown to Steve, she gave Yvette's leg a quick squeeze under table. "We'll think of something. Maybe watch a movie?" Yvette said, "Yeah, let's go! This is a drag. Come on, Stevie!" Yvette and Cherie stood up to leave. Steve's embarrassment increased with the mention of a movie. On the first night of the trip, Matt had ordered a porn movie on the motel's TV. Steve and his roommate for the trip, Bob, had come over to Matt's room to see what happening and walked in to find Matt, Barb, Yvette, Cherie and a bunch of the other 18-year-old seniors gathered around watching the movie. On the screen, a woman, who was wearing a striped, men's tie and nothing else, was lying on her back on top of a table while a man thrust into her. Steve had watched for a few seconds and gotten instantly hard. He wondered how Matt could get away with it, but also thought, with chagrin, that this was the sort of thing Matt always got away with. Watching porn in a crowd was not Steve's idea of fun, so he quickly left the others, including Bob, to it, but he'd thought it about often afterward and wondered if the movie had excited Cherie and Yvette as much as him. Steve felt himself growing hard again at thought. Despite this latest development and his ongoing embarrassment, Steve was determined not to let this chance pass him by, even though he was sure the girls must have a standard, non-pornographic movie in mind. He was excited by this opportunity to spend casual time with them. "Who cares about dessert?" he thought, "I can always get something from the motel vending machine later. And I'm tired of being so careful." He reached behind his chair, grabbed his coat and held it in front of him as he stood up, smoothly hiding his erection. He said to the girls, "Alright!" He motioned toward the exit doors and said, "Lead on." As they started to leave, some of the other Olympia High kids protested their departure, but Steve was the team captain and Steve, Cherie and Yvette were all seniors, so the protests were whiny and feeble. Thankfully, Mr. Andross, their teacher-advisor, was nowhere to be seen. Cherie and Yvette ignored the protests and the stares from the other tables and headed out, chatting amiably. Steve stopped for a second and said lamely to the other Olympia kids, "We're going to take a break," then hurried out after the girls. Matt, Bob and the others stared wonderingly after them. Matt thought, "Good for Steve, but those two are way too much for him to handle." He turned his attention back to Barb. It was dark outside and Steve was thankful for the frigid temperature. His erection had subsided. But for the biting cold, it might have returned as Cherie and Yvette, now bundled in their own heavy coats, settled in on either side of him. The girls wrapped their arms around his and snuggled in close to him for warmth. "Keep us warm, Stevie!" Yvette proclaimed and the trio walked awkwardly off to the motel a few blocks walk away, with girls swaying, laughing, and talking loudly. Steve was in heaven, enjoying the feeling of these two fabulous women on his body and the buoyant mood. He was at least 6 inches taller than both of the girls and, with their arms in his, he felt very much the man to their woman. The trio walked to the motel and up the outside stairs to the second floor. Steve felt a stab of nervousness as Cherie took out the room key and unlocked the door. He was intensely aware of the fact that he was about to go into a private room with two beautiful women. "Be cool. Be cool," he thought to himself. The three of them entered the room. Part 2: Getting Comfortable. When Steve first entered the room, it room felt hot after the deep cold outside. Steve closed the door and Yvette and Cherie stripped off their heavy coats. Steve took his own coat off and Cherie took it from him with a smile. The girls crossed to the far side of the room to hang the coats in the closet. Steve stood nervously, just inside the closed door to the room. He noted with surprise that the girl's room had one, large, king sized bed instead of two, smaller, queen sized beds like the room he shared with Bob. He had no idea the girls had specifically asked for this arrangement when they'd checked in. Having hung the coats, the girls sat on the far side of the bed and bent to remove their shoes. From her bent over position, Cherie looked back across the bed at Steve and said, "Come on, Steve, take your shoes off. Get comfortable." Steve liked the idea of "taking off his shoes" and perhaps "staying a while" with the girls. He pondered his two choices for sitting down: the bed or a large, cushioned armchair that was positioned in a small sitting area on his side of the bed. Sitting in the chair seemed less intimidating than sitting on the bed, so he sat down in the chair and bent to remove his own shoes. Having removed their footwear, the girls crawled over to his side of the bed, where they took up positions sitting on the edge, watching him. Steve felt uncomfortably self-conscious and looked around wondering where they would all sit to watch a movie. He saw that the room's TV was positioned on a low dresser against the wall across from the foot of the bed. He realized with trepidation and excitement that they would all probably sit or lie on the bed to watch TV. Steve finished removing his shoes and set them against the wall near the armchair. Cherie said, "Come over here, Steve. Sit with us." She and Yvette moved apart, creating a space between them, which Cherie patted invitingly with her hand. Steve got up and stiffly walked over and sat between the girls. He sat rigidly, with his back straight and his arms hanging straight down at his sides. Cherie sat on one side of Steve and Yvette on the other. Steve could smell the girl's perfume and it excited him with sensual possibilities. He was intensely aware of how close they were sitting to him. To his hyper-charged nerves, every vibration and motion in the bed felt extreme. The girls shifted their legs up and onto the bed so they could turn their bodies to face him better. Steve was afraid to move and wasn't sure he could speak if he had to. "Now, Steve, I wish you would relax," Cherie said soothingly as she reached over and deftly used both her hands to unbutton the top button on his shirt. The action shocked Steve, but it had happened too quickly for him to react. Cherie placed her left hand on his bicep and flattened her right hand on his chest, feeling how muscular and firm he was. She slid the hand on his chest gently over his pectoral muscles. Cherie asked, "You have a nice chest, do you work out?" Meanwhile, copying Cherie, Yvette smiled and slid her left hand along Steve's chest and grasped his left bicep with her other hand. In his nervousness, Steve trembled under the girls' gentle touch. He felt himself growing hard. He was afraid to move for fear of offending the girls or scaring them off. He feared his voice would crack again when he spoke, but he sounded natural as he said, "Yes, I lift weights at home. It's fun. I crank up the music and work out for about an hour. I've lifted for years. It's one of my favorite hobbies." He warmed to the subject as he talked, expounding upon details of his weight lifting routine and other exercise activities. Although talking naturally enough, he was very distracted by the girls gently exploring his upper body with their hands. As he talked, they nodded appreciatively and asked occasional questions. Eventually, Steve sensed he'd gone on long enough, perhaps a little too long, he thought, and a silence fell over the group. The girls continued to feel him. "You feel so good, Stevie!" Yvette said, breaking the silence. Cherie ran her hands along his shoulders and said, "And you're tall and have such broad shoulders. I like that it in a man." "Let's see your chest," Yvette said. She started unbuttoning his shirt and Cherie quickly moved in with her own hands to help her. Shocked, Steve protested, "Whoa, what are you doing?" He was unsure if the girls were teasing him or not. He feebly brought his hands up from his sides, but he didn't want to grab the girls and scare them or ruin the playful mood. He sat their vacillating over what to do as the girls worked on his buttons. "Relax! We're not going to hurt you," Cherie said soothingly. She smoothly worked another button open. "Besides, if you take your shirt off, we'll take our shirts off," she continued, emphasizing the "your" and "our." Steve started at that and looked sharply at Cherie, a little frightened, but also excited at the thought. "With our bras on! Relax!" Cherie said with a pleasant laugh. Steve settled down to the inevitable, stunned at thought of both girls taking off their shirts. He wondered if they would really follow through or if this was all part of an elaborate tease. Yvette laughed too and smiled at Steve as the two girls tugged his shirttails from his pants and completed unbuttoning his shirt. The girls slid the shirt off his shoulders and arms. Cherie tossed it on the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. The girls admired Steve's upper body. He hadn't been exaggerating about lifting weights and exercising. His 18-year-old body was lean and well-muscled without being overly bulky. Steve had never even imagined shaving his chest, so a light layer of hair grew in the center of his upper chest and along his pectoral muscles. Cherie ran a hand through his chest hair. Stroking it, she said, "I don't usually like chest hair on a guy, but this is nice." Yvette slid a hand along his chest and murmured, "Mmmm. . ." She gently rubbed one of Steve's nipples for a few moments, but quickly slid her hand elsewhere around Steve's upper body. At the first touch, his tender nipple grew hard and an electric excitement coursed through his body. His now intensely hard erection jumped. As Yvette's hand moved elsewhere, he wondered if her brief stimulation had been intentional or accidental. Yvette pulled her hands off of Steve's body and said with excitement, "Alright, Stevie, since you let us take your shirt off, it's time to take our shirts off. My shirt first!" Yvette stood up and then quickly knelt on the bed, straddling Steve, while Cherie shifted out of her way. Yvette spread her legs and pushed down, so that her crotch pressed into the tent Steve's erection had made in his pants. He thought, "She must feel that," and wondered if Yvette would be turned-off and leave her position. Instead, she kept her crotch firmly pressing down and insistently grabbed both of Steve's wrists. She brought his hands up to her top buttoned button. Trifecta Steve paused and said, "You don't have to do this." Almost before he'd gotten it out, Yvette stifled him saying, "Stop complaining! I want you to, Stevie." Steve began unbuttoning Yvette's shirt with slightly trembling fingers. Yvette slid her hands down to his waist. Cherie sat at Steve's side watching. The opening in Yvette's shirt widened, revealing more porcelain skin and the lacy cups of Yvette's bra, which held her small, firm breasts. When Steve had progressed more than halfway down Yvette's shirt, Yvette leaned over and starting gently kissing Steve on his neck. Cherie slid off the bed and knelt behind Yvette. She tugged Yvette's shirt out of her pants, while Steve completed unbuttoning the shirt by feel. He slid his hands around Yvette's narrow waist, savoring the way his hands could wrap around her and the intense feeling of his hands on her soft, warm, bare skin. Yvette's lips left Steve's neck and she leaned her face in close to Steve's. Her hungry blue eyes looked into Steve's eyes for a moment and then she leaned in the rest of the way and touched her pink lips to his. Steve could not believe he was kissing and holding a girl! He was worried if he might not do it correctly as he gently started kissing her back. His lips felt incredibly sensitive and he enjoyed the soft, but firm, and slightly slick feel of Yvette's lips. Part of his mind wondered what Cherie was doing and thinking as, unseen by Steve, Cherie slid Yvette's shirt off and tossed it on top of Steve's in the corner chair. Yvette pushed her crotch a little more firmly down onto Steve's erection. After kissing with just their lips for a time, Yvette opened her lips and started sensually exploring Steve's mouth with her tongue. Steve responded eagerly with his own tongue, relishing the sensations of his confined penis, his gripping hands and his exploring mouth. Cherie knelt on the floor and watched the action intensely, shifting her knees and moving her hips in excitement. Her eyes never left the scene as she unbuttoned her own shirt, slid it from her shoulders and tossed it on the chair with the others. After a few minutes, Cherie stood up, walked over and gently pulled on Yvette's shoulders saying, "My turn." Yvette reluctantly pulled back, looked into Steve's eyes and said, "He's good." She kissed him one more time and then got up. Steve was turned on by the sight of Cherie's breasts bulging in her lacy, black bra as she moved to take Yvette's place. Cherie spread her legs, knelt over Steve, and pressed her crotch down into his bulging pants. She wrapped her arms around the back of Steve's head, parted her dark lips slightly and pulled Steve's lips towards hers as she leaned in hungrily for a kiss. As they kissed, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and then brought his hands up to slide through her long, black hair and gently hold her head. He noticed that Cherie's lips were a bit thicker than Yvette's and was excited when Cherie brought her tongue more quickly into the action. Steve responded eagerly to Cherie's passion and savored the differences in sensation from Yvette. He was astonished, immensely pleased and excited to be kissing the second girl of his life so soon after the first. As they explored each other with their lips and tongues, Cherie pumped slowly up and down on Steve's erection and let out little moans. Steve felt his underwear get a little wet at the tip of his penis from his pre-cum, which oozed out with periodic spasms that left Steve eager to rub his erection harder against Cherie. The action had progressed far beyond where it had been with Yvette. As he continued making out passionately with Cherie, Steve wondered what Yvette was thinking. Part 3: Oral Training. Yvette was watching intensely from the side as Cherie and Steve kissed intensely and got increasingly mobile with their hands, eagerly exploring each other's bodies. Steve felt bold as he gripped Cherie's butt in his hands and started helping her slide back and forth over his stiff member. The feeling was exquisite, but he wished they didn't have all the layers of intervening clothes between them. Yvette waited impatiently. Eventually, Steve and Cherie pulled apart and paused their kissing. Yvette took the opportunity to break in saying, "Cherie?" "Yes, Yvette?" "I don't think it's fair that we have our bras on and Steve has a bare chest." Cherie looked at her and smiled. Yvette continued, "Don't you think we should take off our bras to be fair?" Cherie looked back at Steve and asked, "Have you ever taken a bra off before?" "No," he said shrugging modestly, "I haven't." He felt embarrassed, again, at his virginity. Cherie turned to Yvette, "We should show him how, don't you think?" "Absolutely," she answered, "Me first!" The girls switched places again, but this time Yvette sat in Steve's lap with her back to him. Steve felt her firm butt cheeks settle down on top of his stiff penis. There was no doubt in his mind that she felt his hardness. The thought that she knew how excited he was and yet stayed on top of him turned him on almost as much as the pleasant envelopment of her body. Yvette leaned forward slightly and Cherie sat next to Steve on the bed. Steve marveled at the smooth, feminine perfection of Yvette's back. Cherie pointed to the clasp on Yvette's bra, saying, "You see these tiny hooks here? That's what holds it together. Let me show you. You squeeze the ends together like this and unhook them." She deftly unhooked only the uppermost of the three little hooks that held Yvette's bra closed. "Now you do the rest," she said sitting back. Steve felt his fingers trembling a little as he reached out and grasped the bra. He hesitated for a moment, excited by the thought of seeing Yvette's breasts (and Cherie's to follow!) and daring to think that this night may astonishingly end with sex with these two incredibly hot women. He calmed himself down a little thinking that they probably just had petting and kissing in mind and then unhooked Yvette's bra the rest of the way. The elastic bands popped apart and Yvette slid the straps down and off her arms, revealing her naked back. She tossed the bra on top of the growing pile of clothing on the armchair. Cherie stood up and bent down to grasp Steve's head in her hands. She turned his head to face her, so that Steve felt, rather than saw, Yvette stand up and move off somewhere to his left. Cherie leaned in close to his face and said, smiling, "Now it's my turn." She kept her hands on Steve's head so that he couldn't look anywhere but straight at her as she knelt once more on the bed, straddling Steve and facing him. Steve felt and heard Yvette moving across the bed behind him. Cherie removed her hands from Steve's head as he felt Yvette wrap her arms around his chest from behind and press her naked breasts into his back. Steve's back had never felt so sensitive. He thought Yvette's breasts felt bigger than they had looked in her bra. She leaned her head over his right shoulder and removed one of her hands from his chest to point to the center of Cherie's bra. Smiling, she said, "Her clasp works like mine." She paused and looked at him before continuing, "Only it's in front." Steve stared at the tiny clasp. He could see the tension on it as it held together Cherie's large, heavy breasts. He noticed how it hung, suspended tautly in midair off Cherie's skin in the middle of her deep cleavage. His arms hung at his side. He was having trouble believing he could simply reach out and unhook that clasp. He was stunned by his mental image of what the result of that simple act would be. Cherie smiled warmly at Steve, picked up his hands and raised them to her bra saying, "Come on, Steve. I want you to." Yvette wrapped her arms tightly around his chest and pressed herself more firmly into him. Steve felt her nipples harden against his back. "Go ahead," she whispered encouragingly in his ear. Steve reached out, grasped the elastic bands on either side of the clasp, and unhooked the bra. The cups sprang open, revealing Cherie's large, firm, natural breasts. Since her deep tan was seamless, Steve thought with a thrill of excitement that she must lie naked in the tanning beds. Her areolas were wide, dark brown circles with large nipples in the center. Steve gazed at them with slack-jawed wonder. Watching him, Yvette smiled and let out a short, soft laugh. Cherie, also smiling and watching Steve, raised her arms above her head and stretched sensuously. She arched her back and pushed her breasts out. Bringing her arms back down slowly, she cupped a hand under each heavy breast, reminding Steve of the porn stars he'd seen on the internet. Cherie leaned forward so that the nipple of her right breast was an inch from Steve's mouth and commanded, "Nibble them." Needing no further encouragement, Steve opened his mouth wide and closed it hungrily on Cherie's areola. Cherie moaned softly and Steve grasped her around the waist. He started licking her nipple with his tongue. It immediately started to stiffen and swell, until it was a half an inch long and the diameter of pencil eraser. Steve wrapped his lips around the hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth, enjoying the feel of its length. He brought his right hand up to cup Cherie's left breast and marveled that it was so large his hand couldn't completely hold it. He started alternately licking and sucking on Cherie's right nipple, while also alternately rubbing his palm over Cherie's left nipple and playing it with it with his fingers. Cherie's breathing became heavier as her soft moaning continued. She pulled her bra the rest of the way off and turned briefly to toss it on top of Yvette's. Yvette squirmed excitedly against Steve's back as she watched him pleasure Cherie's breasts. She slid her hands up Steve's chest to his nipples and started flicking them her fingernails. Steve let out a soft groan of pleasure of his own. He was still intensely aware of the feel of Yvette's breasts on his back and each flick of her fingernails sent electric jolts of pleasure through his body. His erection felt incredibly hard. Taking the idea from Yvette, Steve started flicking Cherie's left nipple with one of his own fingernails. After what seemed like a heavenly eternity, but which was in reality was probably only a minute or two, Yvette untangled herself from Steve, lay her head on a pillow and stretched out behind him on the king sized bed. Cherie watched with half-closed eyes, enjoying the pleasure she was receiving from Steve's mouth and hands, as Yvette unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. Cherie pulled her breasts back from Steve, who stared at them longingly. Cherie placed her right hand on Steve's head and gently pressured him to turn saying, "Look." Steve licked his lips and, after a lingering look at Cherie's breasts, turned to see what Yvette was doing. Yvette pushed her pants down and took them off lithely, one leg at a time. This time she didn't bother with the chair, but just tossed her pants off to the side. Her white panty was lacy on the edges and matched the bra she'd removed earlier. She twisted seductively and rubbed her hands down the sides of her panty. She looked Cherie in the eyes and said with a mock-innocent tone, "Well you please help me with this?" Cherie didn't say anything, but she smiled and got up off of Steve. She moved around to the foot of the bed. Yvette reached out and stroked Steve's leg saying, "Turn around, Stevie." Steve pulled his legs up onto the bed and turned around to better watch what was happening. Yvette continued slight, seductive bends and twists of her legs and waist and turned her attention back to Cherie. Cherie climbed up from the foot of the bed and knelt down, straddled Yvette's legs. Cherie slid her fingers slowly up Yvette's long, smooth, sleek legs. When she reached Yvette's waist, she slid her fingers into the waistband of Yvette's panty. She paused for a second and Steve unconsciously held his breath. Cherie pulled Yvette's panty off, moving herself down as she slid the panty down Yvette's legs to pull it first off one foot and then the other. She playfully tossed the panty at Steve, who smiled as the dainty object hit him and fell to the bed. He turned his attention back to Yvette. Steve had always thought Yvette was beautiful, but lying naked on the bed she was a goddess. Her small, firm breasts pointed to the ceiling. Her areolas and nipples were pale pink and much smaller than Cherie's, even given the comparative sizes of their breasts. The movements of Yvette's muscles as she gently squirmed highlighted how slim, toned and athletic her body was. Her skin was flawless. In contrast to Cherie, Steve thought Yvette must be careful to use sun block because she was pale, but also unlined. She was shaved completely smooth everywhere, even around her vagina. Because of her light, natural blond hair, Yvette had no dark follicles to suggest her careful, daily shaving. To Steve it looked as though her nubile young body had never had any hair. As Steve sat admiring Yvette's body, Cherie pushed Yvette's legs apart and crawled up until her mouth was poised over Yvette's vagina. Cherie slid her arms under Yvette's legs, opened her mouth wide and took Yvette's sex in her mouth. As Steve watched transfixed, Cherie sucked on Yvette's clitoris and flicked it gently with her tongue. Yvette grabbed Steve's hand and laced her fingers through his before laying her head back, closing her eyes, and starting to moan. She squeezed Steve's hand as Cherie continued to work on her. Cherie started alternating long, slow licks between Yvette's labia with stimulation of her clitoris. Yvette spread her legs wider and arched her back slightly. Her breathing became heavier and a look of concentration came to her face. After several long moments, she opened her eyes again. She let go of Steve's hand and reached up with her arms to grasp Steve's head. She insistently pulled it down to her right breast. Steve took the hint and starting sucking and licking her nipple. He shifted his body up the bed more toward Yvette's head so that as he could continue to watch Cherie going down on her as he pleasured Yvette's breasts. Yvette's breathing continued to deepen and her moaning started to grow a bit louder. She began using her left hand to play with her own left breast. For a while, the only sounds in the room were those of Yvette's moaning and Cherie and Steve's licking and sucking. With one last lingering suck on Yvette's clitoris, Cherie lifted her mouth from Yvette's vagina and pulled her arms out from under Yvette's legs. Yvette moaned loudly in protest and spread her legs wider. Cherie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then motioned to Yvette's sex. She said to Steve, "Your turn." Steve took his mouth off Yvette's breast. She reached out once again took his head in her hands. This time, she drew him to her lips and kissed him hungrily. Then she pushed on his shoulders, emphasizing that he should move down her body. With an awkward lack of grace, Steve maneuvered himself until he lay between Yvette's legs with his arms wrapped under her legs in the way he had seen Cherie do it. He looked at the first vagina he had ever seen close up. He thought it was a thing of perfection. A good student, he recognized all the parts he'd studied in health class and in pornography. After Cherie's loving attention, Yvette's clitoris was swollen and clearly visible under its clitoral hood. Her labia where spread wide and glistened with wetness. The vaginal opening was clearly visible at the bottom of the slit. Steve bent his head down and eagerly started licking and sucking Yvette's clitoris and licking between her spread lips. He'd heard numerous jokes about women's vaginas and was pleasantly surprised that Yvette's scent was fragrant and her juices sweet. As he worked on Yvette, he started dry humping the bed slowly to get some relief for his engorged penis. He took it easy, however. He was so excited, he was afraid he might come in his pants. Cherie crawled across the bed until she was kneeling by Yvette's head. The movement caught Steve's eye and he looked at her while continuing to lick and suck Yvette, who was moaning contentedly. Cherie unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and then sat down to slide them off. Steve watched from his place between Yvette's legs as Cherie, wasting no time, slid her black panty off with her pants. Tossing the clothes aside, she returned to a kneeling position by Yvette's head. Cherie brought her hands up to play with her own breasts while Steve admired her body. Steve thought that Cherie was also a goddess, but of a different sort than Yvette. Cherie was just as slim and toned as Yvette, but with her much larger breasts and slightly wider hips, Cherie's body looked more womanly and mature, even though both she and Yvette were 18. Steve thought this was further emphasized by Cherie's vagina. While it was also shaved smooth around the edges like Yvette's, Cherie retained a neatly trimmed rectangle of black hair on her mons pubis. Steve dry humped the bed a little harder as he stared at it. After giving Steve time for a good, long look at her body, Cherie bent down to Yvette's mouth and started kissing her passionately. Yvette brought her hands up and ran them through Cherie's dark hair as the girls' mouths opened wide in a French kiss. Steve slowed down his dry humping of the bed. With this new sight, he felt more than ever that he was at risk of having an orgasm in his underwear. He was glad for his precaution a minute later. Cherie pulled her lips away from Yvette, who groaned in protest and used her hands to try to bring Cherie's lips back to her own. Cherie firmly removed Yvette's hands. She straightened back up and slid around behind Yvette. After getting in position, Cherie spread her legs and inched forward so that she was straddling Yvette's head while facing Steve. As Yvette opened her mouth in anticipation, Cherie slowly sank down until her sex was just above Yvette's mouth. Yvette promptly started licking and sucking Cherie's vagina. Steve thought the sight was intensely erotic and left off his dry humping altogether lest he come immediately. Yvette's white, taut, feminine jaw line and pink lips contrasted sharply with Cherie's deep tan and black pubic hair as Yvette passionately sucked and licked her friend. Yvette slid her shoulders and arms between Cherie's legs and started using both of her hands to squeeze and play with Cherie's firm butt, while continuing to her lick and suck her. Cherie used her own hands to start rubbing and fondling Yvette's breasts and small, hard nipples. Steve kept his eyes locked on Yvette's mouth and Cherie's sex. When Yvette shifted her tongue back a little and started thrusting it deep into Cherie's vaginal canal, Steve slipped his hands under Yvette's butt, lifted her up and started exploring Yvette's vaginal canal deeply with his tongue. He hungrily sucked on her sweet juices. When Yvette brought her mouth back to the front of Cherie and sucked on her clit, Steve matched the move with his own mouth on Yvette's clit. Yvette was moaning continuously now into Cherie's vagina. She started moving her hips up and down a little as she and Steve settled into a steady rhythm of licks on Cherie and Yvette's clits. As her friend's excitement built toward climax, Cherie leaned forward onto her arms and said to Steve, "Let me show you something." Steve pulled his head back to give Cherie access to Yvette. Unseen by Steve, Yvette shifted her mouth up between Cherie's cheeks and started licking hungrily at her anus. Cherie grunted with pleasure, but continued with her demonstration. She slipped her right arm under Yvette's right leg and brought it back to Yvette's vagina. She then pressed her index and middle fingers together and pushed them deeply into Yvette. Trifecta Steve watched with rapt attention as Cherie started pumping her fingers in and out of her friend. He could see the wetness on Cherie's fingers. He enjoyed the sight of Yvette's labia folding into her vagina as Cherie thrust her fingers in and then opening up again as Cherie brought her fingers back out. Cherie lowered her head and started licking Yvette's clit while continuing to pump Yvette with her fingers. Yvette let out a loud groan and started licking Cherie in wide strokes from her vagina to her anus. After enjoying Yvette for a while, Cherie lifted her head up and said to Steve, "Now you try." When Cherie stopped her sexual ministrations, Yvette groaned with frustration and spread her legs wider. Cherie removed her fingers from Yvette's vagina and brought herself back up to a kneeling position. She sat back and settled her sex once more on top of Yvette's mouth. Steve slid forward. He put his weight on his left arm and slid his index finger between Yvette's flared labia. He stroked his finger up and down Yvette's slick slit a couple of times, then circled her clitoris with it. He brought it down and slid it up into her vagina. Steve was amazed at Yvette's wetness. He explored the ridges and folds of her vaginal canal with interest. Feeling bolder, he added his middle finger to his index finger and started pumping them in and out of Yvette, enjoying the sensation of penetration and the feel of Yvette's inner texture. He then lowered his head and resumed a steady rhythm of licks on Yvette's clit, while continuing to pump her with his fingers. Yvette resumed licking Cherie for a few moments, but soon stopped and lay her head back, moaning in pleasure at Steve's tender care. Cherie started flicking each of Yvette's nipples steadily with her long fingernails. Steve increased the rhythm of his licking and pumping. Yvette stopped groaning as she involuntarily held her breath. With an explosive groan and a twist of her hips, Yvette's orgasm crashed upon her in a crushing wave of pleasure. To his surprise and enjoyment, Steve felt Yvette's vaginal walls spasm around his fingers. He continued to lick and pump Yvette for a few seconds until, panting, she used her hands to push his head away. As Cherie and Steve moved away, Yvette turned on her side. She lay on her side for a short time breathing heavily and making little moans of pleasure, before lying on her back, limp and satisfied. "Did you feel Yvette come?" Cherie asked Steve. "Yes, that was amazing," he replied. "I love that feeling. There're not many women who do that, which makes our Yvette very special," Cherie said then gave one of Yvette's breasts a quick squeeze. Yvette laughed and pushed Cherie's hand away with one of her own, which she then let flop back on the bed with a contented sigh. Steve wondered how many times Cherie had felt Yvette orgasm. After tonight, Steve saw in an all new, erotic light, how close Yvette and Cherie stood together and all the little touches and hugs they gave each other at school. Pondering this, Steve had a lightening flash day dream about all the sex he imagined Yvette and Cherie had had with each other. Cherie turned from admiring her friend and looked over at Steve, who still wore his pants. "Come over here, Steve," she said while sliding off the bed and kneeling beside it. Steve worked his way over to the edge. Cherie instructed him to stand by the bed with the backs of his knees pressed against the mattress. After he did so, she moved over and knelt in front of Steve. Her head came to just above his waist. Cherie stared at the bulge in his pants and reached her hands up to his pants button. Steve didn't realize he was holding his breath as Cherie unbuttoned his pants and carefully pulled his zipper down and over his throbbing erection. Yvette turned on her side to watch the proceedings with interest as Cherie pulled Steve's pants down. Steve lifted first one leg and then the other to help Cherie finish removing his pants, which she then tossed aside. Steve felt a bit ridiculous standing there in front of the two girls in only his underwear and dress socks. His erection bulged obscenely in his underwear. Cherie smiled at the sight and helped Steve take his socks off. Then she turned her attention to his underwear. Cherie gripped his waistband and pulled the front of his underwear dramatically out until it cleared his upturned erection, then slid the underwear all the way down his legs. His stiff penis flopped around freely as Steve once more lifted his feet in turn, this time so that Cherie could remove his underwear. Yvette slid herself along the bed so she could get a better view, as Cherie brought her head back up to Steve's waist level, just inches from Steve's stiff sex. Steve watched spellbound and Yvette watched with interest as Cherie opened her lips and extended her tongue. Using just the tip of her tongue, Cherie licked the glistening pre-cum from the tiny opening at the tip of Steve's penis. Her tongue returned to her mouth and she hummed, "Mmmm." She extended her tongue again and the licked just the tip several more times, savoring his taste. She paused and looked up at Steve saying, "God you taste good." Steve didn't respond. He wasn't sure he could speak. He was extremely hard and excited with Cherie kneeling naked before him and licking his penis while Yvette watched naked from the bed. Part of him wished he could just grab his penis and start jacking off. He waited in ecstatic agony to see what would happen next. A spasm shook Steve's penis and more pre-cum appeared at the tip, but Cherie had moved her mouth and tongue lower. She started licking the base of his penis, just in front of his sagging scrotum. With irregular short and long strokes, she started licking her way up his penis from the root to the tip. When her tongue she finally reached the tip, another spasm shook Steve's penis. Cherie lapped up the new load of pre-cum with long strokes of her tongue. Withdrawing her tongue, she opened her lips and slid them down over the head of his penis. Steve had been circumcised, so the head of his penis stood out like a helmet from the shaft. Cherie started moving her mouth up and down, sliding her lips repeatedly over the sensitive ridge of flesh that separated the head of his penis from the shaft. While Cherie continued to work on Steve with her lips, Yvette grabbed a pillow and moved directly behind him. She shoved the pillow between his legs, causing him to shift his feet and open his stance a little wider. Yvette lay on her back and slid her head between Steve's legs until her head lay on the pillow. His scrotum hung over her open mouth, like Cherie's vagina had a short time ago. Yvette grabbed Steve's butt with her hands and pulled down until Steve got the hint and lowered his dangling sack into her mouth. Yvette licked and sucked contentedly on Steve's balls as she resumed watching Cherie's work from her new, close-up perspective. The added sensation on Steve's scrotum was minor next to the exquisite friction of Cherie's lips around his penis. The sight, however (which he leaned his head and upper body slightly to the side to better view) of his scrotum in Yvette's mouth while Cherie went down on him, was intensely erotic. His penis throbbed with irregular pulses and he felt his hyper-excited sex building toward an orgasm. Steve's penis grew larger in Cherie's mouth. She started going deeper on each down stroke of her lips, until she was taking half his length in her mouth. With her lips firmly wrapping his penis, she paused at the halfway point and adjusted her head slightly, then moved her mouth down Steve's penis, swallowing him all the way to the root. Steve had never imagined such pleasure. The sight and feel of himself buried in Cherie's mouth, with her nose pushed into his pubic hair and her lips firmly around his base, combined with the sight and feel of Yvette licking and sucking his balls while fondling his butt, was enough to bring him to the verge of an orgasm. His heart hammered in his chest and his penis swelled to its maximum size. Breathless, Steve said, "I'm going to come." Cherie opened her mouth more fully and brought her lips back up and off Steve's penis with a minimum of friction. Steve gasped at the sudden removal of sensation and his penis jerked with pre-orgasmic spasms. Yvette watched eagerly and increased the speed of her licks on Steve's sack. She removed her right hand from Steve's butt and started rubbing it in hard, tight circles around and over her own clitoris. Cherie's mouth descended upon Steve's penis, swallowing him all the way to the root in one smooth motion. Once there, she started moving her lips up and down in short strokes, milking him with her mouth at the base of his penis. Steve unconsciously stopped breathing. After a few more strokes of Cherie's tight mouth, his body shook and his breath exploded out of him as he exclaimed, "Oh my god," and starting coming down Cherie's throat. His sperm exploded out of him in series of intense spasms as Cherie continued to work her lips up and down on his root. Steve reached a hand down to the bed to steady himself and Yvette quickly jerked her head out from between his legs. Steve sat down heavily on the bed. After following him down with her mouth, Cherie pulled back up to the tip of Steve's penis and sucked on it, drawing out more of his cum as his penis continued to jerk and throb. The feeling was too intense for Steve's ultra-sensitive penis, so he put his hand under her jaw and gently pulled her away from it saying, "Stop. It's too sensitive." She moved her lips away and sat back on her legs, smiling. They all paused for a moment, then Yvette smacked Steve playfully on the back and said, "Jesus, Steve, I thought you were going to sit on my head!" They laughed, relieving some of the sex-charged tension in the room. Part 4: Penetration. Yvette said, "Come here, Stevie!" and grabbed Steve's upper arm and tugged on it, so that he moved up and lay on his back next to her, with their heads on the pillows at the top of the bed. Cherie climbed up on the bed on the other side of Steve. Due to his intense excitement, Steve's penis did not completely soften after his intense orgasm. It remained semi-hard as he had moved to lie on the bed and the girls settled on either side of him. Cherie knelt down beside him on her arms and legs and immediately started kissing him passionately, hungrily exploring his mouth with her tongue. Steve thought about the orgasm he'd just had in her mouth and was excited by the lack of any taste of his sperm, which confirmed that that she had swallowed every drop. He eagerly returned the kiss and reached out with his left hand, first to cup and fondle Cherie's heavy, hanging breasts, and then to reach farther down. His fingers reached her neat patch of pubic hair. He started stroking his fingers through the pubic hair and rubbing her mons pubis. Cherie groaned in his mouth and reached out with her own left hand to grip Steve's penis around the base. She gripped it tightly around with her fingers and started pleasuring him with short, stroking motions at its root. Steve could feel it growing harder and it occurred to him how aroused Cherie must be after the sex they'd been having, since she had not yet had an orgasm. Steve moved his left hand lower and started to rub Cherie's clitoris and explore the folds of her labia with his fingers. After a time, moving lower yet, he pressed his middle and index fingers together, curled them and slipped them into her slick, hot vaginal opening. After inserting his fingers, he pressed his palm firmly up against Cherie's clitoris and vagina and started moving his entire hand in circular and up and down motions. Steve relished the feeling of penetrating Cherie while rubbing her sex. Cherie responded with greater urgency her in kisses and her up and down strokes on his penis. Steve felt Yvette move beside him. He felt her arms settling on either side of his waist and then felt her lips engulf the head of his penis. She first licked the tip of his penis with her tongue and sucked up the pre-cum there. After savoring his juices, she started stroking her mouth up and down his rapidly swelling shaft. Yvette went down deeper on him with successive strokes, until her lips were touching Cherie's fingers, which continued to stroke the base of his penis. Steve was now fully erect and intensely excited. Cherie stopped kissing Steve and he opened his eyes. Cherie looked into them and said intensely, "I need you to fuck me now." She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Steve was shocked and aroused by Cherie's language and message, which he thought were very nasty. He moved to obey. Having heard Cherie, Yvette pulled her mouth up and off Steve's penis. She rubbed and stroked his body as he rolled over and maneuvered awkwardly until he was suspended over Cherie, with his upper body supported on his arms, in the classic missionary position. He could feel his penis sticking out stiffly below him, pointing up at Cherie like an arrow. He brought his hips down to where he thought he needed to be to insert himself into Cherie. Pausing for a moment to readjust his balance, he wondered if he would have trouble hitting the right spot. He slid his penis forward and discovered to his pleasure that his body was naturally designed to line up with the target correctly. The head of his penis slipped easily into Cherie's slippery vagina. He moved it around in circles experimentally for a few moments and then slowly and steadily thrust himself inside her until his penis was completely ensconced in her vagina. Steve started stroking his penis in and out of a woman for the first time. After just a few strokes, he stopped suddenly and asked with concern, "What about birth control?" "I'm on the pill," Cherie replied, with a grin. "Me too!" Yvette said. She slapped Steve on the butt, saying, "So get to it!" Steve and Cherie laughed and Steve resumed thrusting into Cherie. Cherie closed her eyes and laid her head back with a look of pleasure on her face. "Steve you feel fantastic!" she said and reached up to feel his strong shoulders. He didn't reply, but he felt more confident. He started experimenting with varying the depth and angle of his thrusts. Yvette lay on her side watching. As the action continued, she started to squirm and then lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee with her foot on the bed, so that her leg formed a triangle. The motion caught Steve's eye and her turned to watch her. Yvette slid her right hand down her body and started rubbing her clitoris with a fast, circular motion. Steve focused his eyes on Yvette's masturbation, while continuing to fuck Cherie. Yvette's delicious pink lips, a little smeared now after the evening's activities, lifted in a mischievous smile as she watched Steve watching her. Yvette stopped her circular motion. She slid her fingers down her slit and then used her fingers to spread her labia wide. Steve admired her glistening sex, remembering how good she tasted. Yvette slid her fingers lower, pausing just over her vaginal opening. She used one finger to make exaggerated circles around the opening. Steve watched fascinated and the pace of his thrusts started to slow. Yvette slowly pushed one finger deep into her vagina and then pulled it out. With dramatic flair, Yvette pressed her index and middle fingers together, poised them over her opening, and slowly pushed them deep into her vagina. She squished them around a few times inside her, then pulled them out. Steve's thrusting slowed further. Continuing her demonstration, Yvette squeezed her middle three fingers together and slid them up into her vagina. "Hey!" Cherie said, half annoyed and half amused. She had opened her eyes and watched the latest act in Yvette's routine. She smacked Steve half-seriously on his chest and said, "Eyes front, big guy!" Yvette and Steve laughed. Steve bent down and kissed Cherie warmly as he resumed his steady rhythm. Steve broke off the kiss and Cherie grunted with satisfaction and said, "That's much better." Yvette slid up and kissed Cherie on the cheek, then settled back to the side. She resumed watching while rubbing her clitoris. Cherie closed her eyes again and settled her head back once more, losing herself again to the feeling. Steve felt harder and more confident than ever. He stole glances at Yvette, but was also turned on by Cherie. Her obvious enjoyment of his body gave him pride and added to his excitement. He reveled in her beauty. A line of concentration creased her perfect forehead. She panted lightly through her slightly parted, succulent lips. Her large, natural breasts had flattened a little into her chest, but jiggled lusciously which each stab of his penis. Her slim arms gripped his upper arms and he could feel her grip tighten as her pleasure increased. Steve shifted his hips and tried to bring more pressure on Cherie's clitoris as he stroked in and out. Cherie's moan of pleasure indicated his success. Her breathing quickened and Steve picked up his pace. Cherie's fingers tightened painfully around Steve's arms. Steve focused on Cherie's face, excited by her pleasure and wanting the see her reaction with the moment came. Cherie arched her back and moaned loudly, squirming under Steve as her long-awaited orgasm rocked her body. Steve continued pumping her for a few strokes, but Cherie pushed firmly on his chest and he pulled out and moved back. Cherie rolled over on her side, gasping, then said, "Wow." Her body went limp and her breathing started to slow. Yvette leaned over and kissed her sweetly on her lips. Steve sat back on his legs. His stiff, glistening penis stuck out before him. He wondered how he would get relief for his aching member, but Yvette soon answered that question. She rolled over and got up on her hands and knees, with her butt slanted toward Steve. Looking back over her shoulder, she shook her butt and sang out to him, "My turn." Steve moved in behind Yvette and placed his knees on the outside of Yvette's slightly spread legs. As he positioned his penis behind her, he wondered again if he would have any trouble hitting the right spot. His fears once more proved groundless, as he smoothly slid all the way up into Yvette's soaking canal. Yvette grunted with pleasure. "Damn, Steve," she said, "Cherie was right. You do feel fantastic." Steve put his hands around her narrow waist and started fucking her with long strokes. He would push his penis all the way into her and then withdrew it until the tip was resting just in her entrance and then repeat. Steve felt powerful. His penis was long and hard and it felt amazing as he dragged it in and out of Yvette's tight, wet vaginal canal. From his position behind Yvette, he felt completely dominant and in control. The fact that it was Yvette, the incredibly hot smart-aleck that every guy in school wanted to nail, multiplied his feelings of power and pleasure. He was so excited that he felt his orgasm building quickly and worried he would orgasm much too soon. Steve felt his sex starting to spasm and stopped moving his hips. He slid his hands around Yvette's perfectly sculpted back, feeling her smooth skin, and hoped his sensations would subside. His penis jerked a few times in a half-orgasm, but to Steve's relief, his feelings of impending orgasm subsided. After experimenting with a few tentative strokes, he found that while he was still rock hard, he no longer felt like he was about to orgasm. He stroked Yvette more quickly. With wonder and excitement, he discovered he felt completely in control. He felt like he could wait and orgasm whenever he wanted to. As Steve continued fucking her, Yvette moaned in front of him and shook head to adjust her long, blond hair more comfortably.