23 comments/ 112410 views/ 43 favorites The Blowjob Girls: Morning Hunger By: Stefan_J It was only 10am and we were already on the prowl, our eyes scanning each passing male that walked down the promenade of the local mall. This early, the only carriers of the XY genes were either old men or young boys, neither of which appealed to our somewhat open tastes in the opposite sex. 'On the prowl,' Jesus Christ that sounds bad, like the two of us are a couple of nympho sluts that love nothing more than getting gangbanged at the drop of a pin. I've always considered the term 'slut' to involve promiscuous sex on an obsessive scale, yet Tash and I could count on a single hand how many dicks have entered our pussies. Not that we're averse to riding the odd cock, we just save that particular sexual experience for either a special guy or a special occasion. We have, however, racked up the total number of blowjobs into the hundreds, if not thousands, since leaving school and entering the world of adulthood. At the tenacious age of twenty apiece, Tash and I have carved a perfect little niche for ourselves in the town of Green Hills, finding our finely turned talents for performing fellatio to be a form of currency unto itself. "Meg, tell me again why we got out of bed so fucking early – it's Monday and there's no one here!" Tash whined. "Like we were gonna get anything important done just sitting around in bed all day." "Maybe I wanted a nice morning fuck from you," she replied casually, coolly. An elderly couple just happened to walk past at this most inopportune moment, their eyes bulging at the obscenity flowing from such a pretty young girl's mouth. I grinned at Tash, but then apologized to the elderly couple with a shrug. When they were out of earshot I said, "I'm really craving dick this morning." "You're always craving dick!" "I know, but this morning I'm really hankering for it. Must be all that chocolate we ate last night, don't they reckon it's a powerful aphrodisiac?" "I dunno," Tash said, surveying the exposed food court with a three hundred and sixty degree scan. "You're the bookworm, not me. Hey, didn't you want that new bikini from Surfer's Paradise? I think Rob is opening the store today, and we both know he's got a pretty suckable cock." "Tempting, but I'm after some fresh meat this morning." Back when tangible currency had revolutionized the world, trade and bartering had been its predecessor. For two years Tash and I have reverted to this dated existence, trading our expert talents giving head for food, shelter and material possessions – lots of material possessions. Our landlord, a rather scrawny fellow who goes by the name of Dave Willis, has, for the previous two years, received two blowjobs per week, and in return he gives us free lodging in the gorgeous apartment building he manages. We live like queens – albeit cocksucking queens – wanting for nothing we can't purchase with a quick smile, a husky admission of our intentions, and then a quick drop to our knees once the male in question comes to a mutual understanding of how the transaction works. You see, men can't say no to a blowjob. It's so easy to persuade your way into a man's pants even if he's married with three kids, because all they need to hear is 'a blowjob isn't cheating, sex is' and they'll unzip their flies and flop it out in haste. Most don't even require that. When it comes to their cocks, men have all the restraint of a heroin addict with a needle in one hand and a piece of rubber tube in the other. Tash clicked her manicured nails on the wooden tabletop and stared at me with her big brown eyes. Her lips, slick due to the constant application of her apricot lip gloss, curled into a playful smirk that made me tingle downstairs. Many people, both of the male and female variety, have noted that we look like sisters, and have in fact been mistaken for it on quite a few occasions. This only serves to flatter me on a monumental scale, because Tash is the embodiment of all things sexual and sensual. With long, sleek legs; a tiny waistline; generously sized breasts that beg to be fondled; and a face that can make grown men slobber like little babies, it's no wonder I take it as a huge compliment to be lumped in her league. "I wish we'd stayed in bed," she pouted. "I'm totally bored." Each candidate that walked past was either too old, too young or just plain too ugly for me to get down on my knees for. And I was really starting to itch for some action. My right hand yearned to be filled with a nice, stiff penis, and my mouth watered at the thought of swallowing as much as I could take, which was quite a lot with two years of full-time practice up my sleeve. Waiting for the right guy to walk along could take hours, so I took some initiative and said, "How about we make things interesting." This was our typical opening line for when we wanted to play a game, and upon hearing it Tash transformed from being slouched and disinterested to upright and curious. "What do you have in mind?" "Well," I replied coyly, flicking my shoulder length hair out of my eyes, "seeing as you won't shut up about not fucking me this morning, how about we use that as the stakes; if I win you have to be my sex slave for the rest of the day, if you win I'll be yours." Tash licked her shiny lips. It had been a couple of weeks since we'd used that card as collateral in a bet, and judging by the smoldering look in her eyes she desperately wanted me to lose. "And the terms?" "How about you give me ten minutes to find a guy and suck him off, then get back here with a mouthful of his cum." Just imagining a guy spurting sperm into my mouth made me want to stroke my meowing pussycat. "Ten? I think you're being a little too generous. Five sounds a bit fairer to me." "Okay, five minutes." Since we play games of this caliber on a frequent basis, Tash reached into her handbag and withdrew an electronic stopwatch. It was a small black unit that was attached to a thin nylon cord, which Tash looped around her neck. "Let the sucking begin," she grinned, and then initiated the countdown on the stopwatch with a click of a button. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ I wasn't going to win the bet. This conclusion hadn't been reached via a heretofore untapped reservoir of psychic abilities but more or less because I wasn't in the frame of mind to race against the clock. I wanted to savor the unknown cock I was going to suck, tease it and be as downright naughty and dirty as a girl can get while kneeling on her knees. Also, I was in a submissive mood and nothing appealed to me more than playing the role of Tash's bitch for the remainder of the day. So I ambled along main strip slowly and took my sweet time. I dawdled. A few cute guys did cross paths with me – staring first at my unrestricted breasts as they bounced around inside my tight tank top, then at my face, and afterwards I can only assume at my firm round ass as it swished back and forth. Although guys constantly ogle everything from my toes on up, my ass always receives special attention, particularly when it's revealed to the world, as it is today, in my favorite pair of cut-off jeans. The taut material hugs my curvaceous ass cheeks as if it's been painted on, leaving very little to the imagination. But none of these handsome fellows made my mouth water. That adrenalin-fuelled urge to lunge at them and tear their shorts off never came. Three, possibly four minutes had ticked by and I was still empty of both hand and mouth. Total frustration hadn't set in yet, but I was getting antsy. It may appear to most people that Tash and I use our female charms solely for the benefit of maintaining a carefree and jobless lifestyle, only this couldn't be further from the truth. Our hunger for sucking men off drives us, so much so that half the time we obtain nothing more than an anguished moan and a mouthful of sperm for our services. We throw business into the mix with pleasure – not the other way around. And right now I was scouting for pleasure. Or, more to the point, on a mission to give pleasure to one lucky guy. My sandal clad feet carried me towards the mall's newest addition, a Classic Movies video store, which had only recently relocated here due to the fire which had destroyed their previous occupancy. As of yet, neither of us had journeyed inside, therefore a question mark hovered over the store's adequacy regarding its male staff members. It was empty. Customers and employees alike must have fled the moment I stepped foot in the shop, possibly because it was written all over my face that I was going to go down on a guy in public. "This has gotta be some kind of conspiracy," I muttered. Rows and rows of DVDs and video tapes were separated by empty space, revealing to me that, after a brief walk from one end to the other, neither male nor female resided within. Where the hell was the clerk? Had a portal opened up Sliders style and sucked him into a parallel universe, albeit one in which there wouldn't be a horny twenty-year-old cocksucker sizing him up for a round of head? Would Fox Mulder walk in with Scully in his wake, flash his FBI credentials, and then hypothesize that aliens, the government or some unknown factor had given him due course to open an X-File down at the local Classic Movies in the Green Hills Mall? "Can I help you?" asked a soft, quietly spoken voice. It belonged to a man. I held my breath and turned to locate the owner. Standing behind the service counter, looking a wee bit shy and self-conscious, was a handsome guy in his early twenties, not eyeing me crudely but in a way a man does when he holds a healthy appreciation towards the opposite sex. His face was friendly and slightly tanned, framed by a shock of tousled black hair that fell across his vision whenever he moved his head. His plastic nametag identified him as Ricky. My sandals slapped loosely against my heels when I walked over to the counter. "I think you can help me," I replied, lacing my words with a hint of a sexual undertone. I strode to the end of the counter and unlatched the waist high door dividing us – the customers – from those who are authorized to stand guard behind the counter. My chocolate-brown eyes never left Ricky's, which widened hysterically as I walked up to him and slipped my arms around his waist. "Wh-what are you doing?" he stammered, glancing around nervously in case we were being observed. "You're not allowed back here. I tightened my grip and my body collided firmly with his. With nothing separating us but his Classic Movies polo shirt and my fluorescent pink tank top, my breasts squished invitingly against his chest and my nipples hardened. After I lowered my chin into the crook of his shoulder, I said, "I needed a hug." "But you don't even know me." "Does that matter? Imagine how much nicer the world would be if we just gave a stranger a hug now and then." Seconds later his palms were caressing my back, sliding over every contour, and this clearly illustrated his was more than a friendly embrace. Just knowing that he wanted me was cause enough for me to salivate profusely from both ends. I was eager as hell to worship him with my mouth, to suck it until the evidence of his satisfaction would arrive in the form of my mouth being filled with his semen. But as excited as I was, like all men, he had to be teased into submission first. "Have you ever kissed a girl whose name you haven't known?" We lifted our heads, gazed into each other's eyes, and he shook his head. "N-no, I can't say I have." "Would you like to?" "Oh, yes," he murmured. Our lips touched. At first his were trembling, as if by some small miracle he was cold on what could amount to be one of the hottest days of the year. As the duration of the kiss increased so did his confidence, prompting me to take it to the next level. Moaning with devilish delight, I wormed my tongue in between his lips and sought out his, and for a few minutes we made out with the passion of a pair of lovers on their honeymoon. Left breathless, intensely horny and itching to lay my lips on another part of his body, I ceased kissing him and slipped my arms around his neck. "You had orange juice at breakfast, didn't you?" I queried, licking my lips. "And Cocoa Puffs. But yeah, I had the orange juice before I left for work." The closeness of our bodies and the heat generated from the scorching kiss was too much for Ricky to handle. The nature of human biology had immediately set in, giving him rigor mortis of the cock. His face flushed the color of an overripe tomato and he attempted to hide his newly erect state by shifting the lower half of his body away from me; but I parried this defensive strategy by moving in for the kill – I shoved him against the counter and thrust my hips against his, enjoying the pained expression on his face as he squirmed against me. I stroked the side of his face and ran my other hand through his shaggy hair. "Stop being such an ass," I demanded affectionately. "But–" "No. No buts. Do you have any idea what a compliment this is?" I rotated my hips against his hard-on for emphasis. "I managed to turn you on with a hug and a kiss, and I've hardly even touched you! Don't you dare try to hide the affect I'm having on you, because I want to feel it. I like feeling it. A girl takes pride in being able to give a guy a nice, big stiffy." Ricky let fly a nervous laugh. "You've definitely managed to give me one of those. Hell, and I still don't know your name." "Who cares what my name is." "I just thought that…" I brushed his fringe out of his eyes and offered him a warm smile. "What? You just thought what?" "I just thought that you'd wanna tell me your name, that's all." "It's Megan Carrey," I conceded. "But pretty much everyone calls me Meg." "Nice to meet you, Megan" "Meg," I amended. "Okay, Meg it is." After wrapping my arms around his neck again, I leaned in and nuzzled the tender hollow of his throat. I nipped at the soft skin, teased it with little bites and licks, and then showered his neck with tiny kisses all the way up to his ear. "Good boy," I whispered sexily. "You're already starting to obey me." "Got any other orders for me?" he joked. "Actually, yes, I do. I want you to stick your hand inside my cut-offs." When he didn't answer I tore my lips away from his ear and gazed into his soulful brown eyes. The look on his face was absolutely priceless – a mixture of giddy rapture, incredulity and embarrassment were but a handful of expressions taking up residence. "Where?!" "My cut-offs." I stepped away from him and pointed at my crotch. "Right here. You'll have to unzip them first 'cause they're really tight." Rarely am I this playful with the guys I go down on. There was something about Ricky that struck a unique note, something illusory that I couldn't quite pinpoint. Tash and I never have sex with a man unless the other is present, so I would have to run it by her that I've found a prospective 'special someone' that I may want to bring home. "Is this some kind of prank?" I pinched the zipper between my thumb and forefinger and eased it down slowly, making sure that the metallic teeth were given the opportunity to make their unmistakable sound. "Nope. Just push your hand inside and cop a big ol' feel of my pussy." "This is insane," he muttered, reaching towards the strip of exposed skin with a shaky hand. The tips of his fingers grazed my flesh, and when they ventured inside my cut-offs a thousand butterflies tore through my stomach and left me weak at the knees. While exploring my pussy with a gentle caress, Ricky surveyed the shop with a quick, paranoid glance. No one else had entered the store. "Is it usually this quiet in here?" "It, um, doesn't usually, um, pick up until midday." God he was cute. His eyes were constantly flickering between my face and crotch, although occasionally this arduous journey would require him to stop at my breasts to take a short break. My nipples were stiff and poking through the thin cotton material of my tank top. "Is she juicy?" "Oh, yes," he sighed, and then added, "I can't believe you're not wearing any underwear." "I never wear panties. The same goes for a bra, unless of course I have some kinky lingerie. You see, I like to remain accessible at all times, 'cause a girl never knows when she'll meet a guy and ask him to shove his hand between her legs." "You're incredible," he said with a smile. "A little peculiar, but incredible nonetheless." I thanked his flattery with a protracted kiss, savoring the sensation of his slick tongue and low moans as he kissed me back. Ricky was a decent kisser, tender where many men were rough. Although not saturated with moisture, there was definitely a level of sticky precipitation accumulating downstairs, and after letting him play with me for what felt like hours – but was probably mere minutes – it suddenly occurred to me that instead of focusing my teasing talents on Ricky, they had in fact backfired onto me. Still sucking eagerly on Ricky's delicious, orange juice flavored tongue, I quickly undid the zipper on his black work trousers and forced my hand inside, annoyed to discover that I had to navigate my way into his briefs as well. Once inside, my fingers curled around his engorged length of flesh. He groaned audibly into my mouth, sending a pleasant vibration along my tongue and down my throat. I tore my lips away from his. "Honey," I panted, "since I made you this hard, I think it's only fair that I make it soft again. What if I suck on it for a while, do you think that will work?" It was my intention to sound spontaneous, as if the notion of sucking him off hadn't even occurred to me until I slipped my hand inside his pants. "Meg…" "Yes, Ricky?" "How did you…" He paused and then glanced at his nametag. "Oh, the name badge." "Yup. So what were you going to say?" Ignoring my question, Ricky extracted his hand from between my legs and zipped up my cut-offs. His next course of action was to grab my wrist and drag my hand out of his trousers, but I would have none of that – I gripped his penis like it was a safety tether and didn't let go. "Meg, we can't do this." "Jesus, what would your friends say if they knew you were trying to turn down a blowjob? Huh? They would kick your ass, and rightly so." "But–" "Nuh uh, I told you before, no buts. Now, you're going to stand here like a good boy while I take care of your not-so-little problem down there, and if you even think about stopping me I'm gonna get angry. You don't want to see me when I'm angry. It's not pretty. So…to keep me in a happy mood you're going to have to let me suck your cock, okay?" Not even hesitating for an answer, I dropped to my knees like a falling Acme safe from a Looney Tunes cartoon, and as I made contact with the plush, freshly laid carpet I yanked his trousers and briefs inside out down his semi-tanned legs. It was a beautiful cock, thick and straight and as hard as a block of frozen ice. Even with one hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft there was still enough available exposed flesh for me to apply my other hand, which meant he was definitely bigger than average. I've looked at a lot of men's faces from this position – on my knees, dick in hand, my mouth watering with the anticipation of being filled with a delectable length of man meat – and this fine specimen's was as adorable as any I've gazed up at. Ricky's eyes were transfixed on mine, unwavering. He caressed the side of my face, stroking my skin with his soft, clean palm. At this point, most men wouldn't be able to restrain themselves from either grabbing the back of my head or wrapping their hands in my hair, both being methods to force my mouth roughly onto their cocks to relieve some of the tension. But not Ricky. He seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, and although this typically made no difference to me, I felt it to be my duty to reward his kindness with a pretty special blowjob. The Blowjob Girls: Morning Hunger "Tell me what to do," I whispered. "I…I don't know." "Sure you do. You have a girl on her knees with your lovely cock in her hand, just waiting for a little direction from yours truly. Tell me what to do, stud." He closed his eyes and combed his fingers lightly through my hair. "Okay, okay. I'd like you to…lick it." "Lick what?" I asked innocently. Ricky's eyes flashed open and he let loose a hearty laugh. "What do you think!" he replied, gesticulating wildly towards his crotch. "I don't have the foggiest. You'll have to elaborate if I'm going to be licking anything." "My dick. I want you to…lick my dick." "Your every wish is my command," I said, giving him a conspiratorial wink and a sly smile before lowering my head. My hand slipped from the base to the tip and I pushed his member vertically against his Classic Movies polo shirt, allowing me an up close and personal examination of his balls. The smooth skin was drawn tight over his testicles and covered in a sparsely populated thatch of brown hair. Unable to leave the potatoes jealous of the sizable portion of meat, I lashed my tongue against them a half dozen times before licking my entire way up the underside of his shaft, leaving a wet trail on his warm skin. Ricky whimpered like a starving dog just begging for more sustenance, only I was the one who wanted to devour the big, juicy bone. "What else would you like me to do?" "Kiss it," he groaned. I puckered up and delivered a long, wet kiss to the silky smooth head. This limited amount of contact sent a series of shivers ripping through Ricky's body, and the adorable puppy dog look in his eyes inspired me to grin at him like the proverbial village idiot. The tips of his fingers traced my lips, and then his hand slid to the back of my neck where it kneaded and massaged the stiff muscles with pleasurable results. "I think it's time for you to suck it," he said, his beautiful brown eyes clouded with lust. He was shedding his issues with self-confidence and taking charge; I didn't even need to prompt him this time. "I thought you'd never ask." Earth had almost completed a full revolution on its axis since the last time my lips had been wrapped around an erection, and my hunger for it over the past twenty-four hours had grown exponentially by the minute. Tash and I average around two or three blowjobs a day – nine being my record, eleven being Tash's – but in the last day business had been slow, which was why this morning I'd been so eager to seek some meat. Never one to dip a toe in to test the waters, I shoved my face forward and crammed a good two or three inches of his cock into my mouth. It was almost as warm as it was hard, and its width accommodated my relatively small mouth like a dream. I tightened my lips and created a firm seal, upon which I initiated a generous suction that, coupled with my flicking tongue, sent Ricky on a one way journey to blowjob heaven. Men are so trusting with their equipment, I thought as I gobbled and licked his erect member. Here I was, a complete stranger, sliding what was essentially any man's most prized possession between two rows of dangerously sharp teeth, their basic function to chew, cut and grind up meat. And yet, when offered to stick their cocks inside a woman's mouth, no matter how acquainted they are with the owner, men will always do so without hesitation, but when it comes to the emotionless piece of machinery parked in their driveway, rarely will a man trust his own wife to drive it. Go figure. "I can't believe this is happening," he moaned. "Mmphf," was my only response, and he shuddered as my muffled words sent vibrations tearing through his shaft. "Hello?" asked a female voice. The rest of Ricky's body decided to do an imitation of his penis, seizing up with such a dizzying display of stiffness that I've seen lengths of wood that were softer. It would have been comical had it not been for the horrified expression frozen on his face. "Excuse me?" "Oh, fuck!" he cried softly. "What am I gonna do?" Always one for thinking fast on my knees, I quickly scuttled underneath the raised countertop, which was bare except for a few rolled up posters stacked in the far corner, and gave his legs a quick slap to snap him out of his reverie. Bolted into action, Ricky whipped his body around and lowered a hand to tug his trousers back up his thighs, but I had other ideas. I snatched a handful of material and jerked his underwear and trousers down to his ankles, then anchored them there with my knee. His cock, still as hard as stone and pointing at me like an accusatory finger, wobbled around in front of my face as he attempted to fight his way back into his pants. "Excuse me?" The young lady's voice sounded not only right above me but also vaguely familiar. The wobbling stopped. "C-can I he-help you?" Ricky asked. There was a pause. "Are you okay?" The height of the service counter was in line with Ricky's stomach, which meant the mystery girl wouldn't be aware of his disrobed status. "Y-yes. I'm f-fine. What can I do to you…I mean do for you. Sorry. Oh God, I'm such an idiot." "Hey, it's perfectly okay. I'm sure there's a lot a hot young guy like you could do to me." I grinned in the semi-darkness. It was Tash. Obviously she'd followed me to the Classic Movies video store, and after waiting patiently outside for an extended period of time she must have decided to venture inside and mess with the poor guy's head. "Huh?" Tash ignored him and said, "I'm looking for a video." "A video?" Preempting any efforts of him trying to escape from my clutches, I filled both of my hands with his firm ass cheeks and dug my fingernails into his flesh. Then I pursed my lips and bathed the glimmering head of his cock with a long stream of warm air. The impact on his libido was devastating: he thrashed, wriggled and squirmed against my steely embrace, giving me no choice but to stretch my lips and accommodate him once again inside my mouth. "Yeah, I'm actually after–" "Please stop," he pleaded. Hands brushed the sides of my face and pushed gently, but I countered this defiance by inhaling almost three quarters of his thick, tasty salami. Ricky yelped like an injured canine. In a last stitch effort he looped his hands in my hair and, fuelled by desperation, tried to empty my mouth of his cock by jerking painfully at my follicles. I didn't spit it out. Instead, I let him discover how tenuous a man's grasp on control is when his dick is trapped between a woman's lips – the prickly edges of my teeth descended on his engorged flesh, though not sinking low enough to pierce the skin, letting him know that he wasn't the only one who knew how to roughhouse. The tugging ceased yet he didn't remove his hands. Perhaps his fingers were tangled up in my hair. "Please stop?" queried Tash. "No, that isn't the video I'm after." I started bobbing my mouth up and down on his erection to a nice, fast rhythm, dribbling my entire payload of saliva onto it as I ascended to the tip, which I would tease with a quick flick of my tongue before gobbling him back up again. I was basically fucking him with my mouth, although the depth and pleasure I was achieving far outweighed my vagina, which would have great difficulty taking this much meat because it's a relatively small trip before you nudge my cervix. "Wh-what v-video are you a-a-after?" Tash dropped her voice to a sexy husk. "Well, Ricky, I'm after something seriously dirty. I need porn. My computer has been broken for a week and my lack of a daily fix of porn has seriously affected me. Fingering myself just isn't the same unless I'm seeing some slut get her brains fucked out." It was on a downward slide that I heard Tash utter this, and finding it immensely funny I gagged as I went deep. I pulled my mouth away from his saturated cock, dry reached, coughed once, then giggled incessantly like a brainless tenth grade High School girl. I only managed to eke out a few giggles before Ricky muffled them by jamming his slippery member back into the one place he'd been anxious to break free from. "What was that noise?" "N-nothing. We have a v-very large a-adult section up the back left-hand corner. "Okay," Tash said. I heard the soft patter of footsteps as she walked away from the counter. Ricky took advantage of our newfound privacy. "Will you please stop it, Meg. You're going to get me fired!" Laughter continued to spew from my mouth as I slurped on him. I was so caught up in the moment that I barely noticed the sweet, tangy nectar dripping from my pussy. Giving an attractive guy a blowjob normally makes me pretty excited, but this situation – not to mention the fact he had a glorious cock just made for fucking and sucking – incited copious fantasies involving Ricky, Tash and myself in various stages of sexual play. "L-look, as soon as she's g-gone you can go to town on–" The soft patter of feet silenced him. "Hey, Rick, take a look at this. Do you mind me calling you Rick? No? Well, take a look at this." Something slapped against the counter above my head. Something light, possibly an empty DVD case. "Don't you reckon this girl getting gangbanged looks a lot like me?" Silence, followed by: "I-I really c-couldn't say." "Look at her. The likeness is uncanny!" On my next downward stroke I swallowed his entire length, marveling over the sensation of having over seven inches of hard cock buried in my throat. The soft, furry sacks of his balls rubbed against my chin, and after allowing a few seconds for my mouth to adjust to this foreign object's complete intrusion, I stuck my tongue out and licked his testicles like they were a couple of tasty apricots. Ricky slammed his fists against the counter and screamed out: "Holy shit!" "So you agree with me," Tash persisted, stating more than questioning. "S-sure." Then Tash's voice took on a dreamy quality – it was silky and filled with regret. "I can only imagine how incredible it would be to get paid to fuck five guys. Being surrounded by all those big cocks. Tasting them. Touching them. Letting each guy use me like their own private whore, as if I were created for the sole purpose of pleasing their every whim. Gosh, and to end the day with a face covered in cum and a pocket full of cash just for doing what a girl does naturally – heaven. It would be absolute heaven." If she hadn't gone the way of the cocksucker, Tash would have made a fine actress. Each word she purred from her crass mouth magnified the effects of my deepthroating by a factor of ten. Ricky couldn't help but rock his hips back and forth, erratically withdrawing and reinserting his slick schlong as if he were using my ever-tightening lips and constrictive throat as a makeshift pussy. "Fuck," he cried. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Every time he breathed this nasty four-lettered word it was punctuated by impaling my face on his shaft. Although a sensual blowjob can occasionally be just what the doctor ordered, there are times, such as this, where I'm in the mood for a down-in-the-dirt, totally rough bout of cocksucking, especially when the cock is attached to a guy I – with Tash included – have teased and tormented. This is what made sucking Ricky's cock so enjoyable; systematically breaking down the poor guy's defenses until his transformation from shy video clerk to overly horny, super confident sex God was complete. I was in my element, and all I required now was the cream filling that was dying to be released from his balls. "That's what I would love to do," Tash sighed. "Do you know four other guys who could pitch in with you?" It was difficult to tell if it was fucking my face or Tash's blatantly slutty meanderings that drove him over the edge – maybe it was a combination of the two – but Ricky tensed like a cobra preparing to strike, which alerted me to the imminence of his orgasm. Ricky released an anguished moan that seemed to go on forever, while Tash's mouth continued to pour forth a sexually explicit spiel care of a depraved mind that never stopped thinking about the seductive world of sex. "Oh my God," he whimpered in a strained voice. The next few seconds were a blur of action. Instinct took over. I quickly grabbed the base of his shaft and emptied my throat, applying an intense suction as my lips slid up his length until they were only wrapped around the most sensitive part of his penis – the head. Stimulating it not only by milking it between my lips but also lashing the silky skin with my tongue, I also sucked harder than someone trying to eat a steak through a straw. It's all over red rover, I thought fleetingly, and in the background I swear I heard Tash explain to Ricky that his cum would look beautiful splattered all over her face. The portion of cock embedded in my mouth suddenly twitched against my lips. It subsequently filled my mouth with three thick, scalding rounds of sperm, which gushed from the tip at such a high velocity that I had to close my throat before the slimy juice was reflexively gulped down. Its texture was gooey and slightly sticky, which was a far cry from the less-loved watery spunk that can sometimes be ejaculated. I continued sucking even as it shrank in my mouth, making sure that every drop had been extracted before I released him back into the cold, cruel world. "Do you spit or swallow?" a man had once queried, to which I had replied, "Both, but I only spit when I'm swapping the cum with another girl." There was a few brief seconds where I entertained the notion of emptying the contents of my mouth into Tash's, but, even though she was in the vicinity and would graciously accept this tasty gift, I decided to play the selfish bitch and keep his generous load all to myself. "Mmm," I moaned, savoring the sensation of his creamy wad sliding down my throat and warming the pit of my stomach. My craving for cum now sated, I crawled out from underneath the counter and stood next to Ricky. Tash's gaze was both smoldering and affectionate, the former probably due to her self-inflicted arousal from her never-ending admissions of desiring a big, hearty group fuck. Not that she would ever star in one, just that, like anyone, the idea of having multiple partners really got her juices flowing. Channeling her acting chops again, Tash's jaw came unhinged and her eyes bulged hilariously. "Were you just down there sucking him off?" she accused. "What a slut. What a filthy, dirty little slut!" It was a struggle to remain stone-faced. "Who the fuck are you calling a slut, you skanky whore?" I spat. All of the color drained from Ricky's cheeks as Tash, her gorgeous face marred by a mock scowl, stalked around the counter and unlatched the waist-high door. Ricky scurried rat-quick to yank his trousers up, failing miserably because they were tangled around his ankles and trapped underneath his polished loafers. Tash sauntered up to him with a sexy gait, purposefully swinging her hips as her breasts bounced around inside her tight purple t-shirt, which was outrageously branded across the front with 'STOP looking at my TITS!' Having already envisioned regular trips down to the unemployment office, Ricky scraped together the last few ounces of his dignity, used his body as a human shield between Tash and myself, and raised his chin defiantly. I slipped my arms around his waist and snuggled up to him. He was trembling violently, and the guilt from being so mean washed over me. "My hero," I whispered affectionately, then kissed his cheek. Tash threw on the brakes about two feet in front of him. Sensing that we'd overdone it, her ferocious frown morphed into a playful smirk. "Meg, you're really starting to lose your touch," she informed me as she clicked the button on the stopwatch and gazed at the digital display. "Twenty minutes? You should be able to suck four dicks in that time frame." Her eyes dropped to Ricky's crotch and admired his package. "Although, one can't blame you for taking your time. Mmm, what a nice cock you've got there, Rick." "Wh-what's going on? You two know each other?" "You could say that," Tash said. "And this is what you like to do for fun, huh? Play games on the dorky movie guy? Make fun of him, yeah, that'll be a hoot." He broke away from me and finally managed to work his way back into his underwear and trousers. Anger now masked an otherwise handsome face. It even appeared that Tash was experiencing some pangs of guilt of her own. "Get out of the store. You're no longer welcome at Classic Movies." Neither of us moved a muscle. "Get out," he repeated, this time loud enough for a tinny echo to reverberate off the walls. Tash glanced at me and smiled a sly, knowing smile, then redirected her gaze into Ricky's eyes. "We could do that, Rick. We could leave, but then you wouldn't find out if I'm wearing panties underneath my skirt or not." She hooked her fingers underneath the hemline of her denim miniskirt and hiked it up an extra two inches, revealing more of her smooth, milky thighs for Ricky's unwavering inspection. "What's the verdict?" I asked, embracing Ricky from behind once again. "Think there's any underwear under that?" We had him hook, line and sinker when he murmured: "I don't know." "He doesn't know, Tash. I think you better give him a peak." The front of the miniskirt slipped the rest of the way up her thighs, over her hips, and was finally pressed inside out against her tummy, unveiling her bare, cleanly shaven crotch for us to hungrily eat up with our eyes. Since I without a doubt lost our wager, I knew that I'd be dining on her pussy with more than my peepers once we returned home. It was either my imagination or her pale, fleshy lips were glimmering under the intense gaze of the fluorescent lights. She was definitely wet. Tash raised an eyebrow and her smile turned innocent. "Am I wearing any panties, Rick?" "No." "Are you sure?" she persisted. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure about it." Although I couldn't witness it firsthand, I could detect a smile in his voice. Emboldened by her success via exposing her vagina, Tash snatched Ricky's wrist and thrust his hand roughly between her thighs. Then she bridged the two foot gap separating them, their bodies colliding with a soft slap. Ricky, his arm crushed between their torsos and his hand imprisoned between her legs, was now the meat in a girl sandwich, and at this point it would be impossible for any man to resist our advances. "We're really sorry for what we did to you," Tash apologized, brushing her lips against his. It was a soft and wet and amazingly sensual kiss, filling me with renewed hope that the three of us could be sharing a bed in the foreseeable future. "Sometimes we do go a little bit too far. Most of what I told you was just kinky talk, but there was some truth to it: I think my face would look really pretty with your cum sprayed all over it. Don't you think so, Meg?" I kissed the nape of his neck and then worked my way around to his left ear, running my tongue over his hot skin. "I think her face would look incredible with your cum all over it," I whispered. Ricky could only respond with a very audible groan. Tash caressed the side of his face while delivering another passionate kiss to his lips. There was a limited amount of tongue involved; mostly their kissing was restricted to Tash's glossy apricot colored lips sparring with Ricky's. What Tash said next turned my pussy to slush. "Since I've been such a naughty girl, Rick, I think you need to punish me accordingly." She rewarded him with another gentle kiss, spun around on the balls of her feet, and lifted her denim miniskirt above her ass cheeks. God himself couldn't have sculptured a rump as perfect or as mouthwatering as the one my friend, Natasha Belle, had been blessed with. The Blowjob Girls: Morning Hunger "Punish you?" "Yeah. I need to be spanked because I'm a bad little girl." There are times when Tash is a regular Dr. Jekyll and Miss Hyde. More often than not she takes control of any sexual encounter by playing the aggressor, although on occasions, such as now, she revels in retreating to a passive or dominated state. "I'm not going to slap a girl, even if it's on the ass." She looked over her shoulder at both of us, her eyes like a doe's and her voice peppered with childlike petulance. "If you don't spank me, Meg and I won't invite you over to our apartment to fuck us." Seconds later a sharp flesh-slapping-flesh sound rang through the shop. Ricky's morals were ruled by his brain, not his cock, and it's a universally known fact that all males aren't renowned for utilizing the former to its full capacity. "Why did you stop with just one? Really bad girls require harsher punishment, so keep spanking me." A dozen more half-hearted slaps connected with her firm ass cheeks until both were painted in a pinkish hue. It was such a turn on to watch this introverted, slightly shy video clerk blossom into a full-fledged pervert, just like us. Satisfied, Tash performed another half revolution, released her raised skirt and smirked at Ricky. "I think you enjoyed that far too much," she said. "I…I was just following orders." "Uh huh, but that doesn't change the fact that you loved spanking my ass, does it?" His face flushed as rosy as Tash's behind. "No comment." "Okay," Tash informed me with a laugh, "we're definitely gonna have to take it to the next level with this guy. I'll wait outside if you want to let him know how it works." "No sweat, Tash. I'll meet you out there." The poor guy was as confused as someone lacking a short-term memory. It's very rare for either of us to find a suitable male to share between us. We love sucking cock, there's no denying that, but we save intercourse for when we find a guy who mutually attracts us and we both want to fuck silly. But that's where it ends – we're only in it for the casual sex. I directed Ricky over to the service counter as Tash started towards the exit. I picked up a felt tip pen and a piece of paper, handing both to Ricky. "I want you to jot down your full name, address and phone number for me. We'll clear our schedule when we get a chance and make a day of it." "I'm not following." "For you to come around and fuck us, you doofus," I grinned. "You're kidding!" It was clearly evident that he knew I wasn't. "Oh, I never kid about sex. Or blowjobs, for that matter. Everything else is fair game, but sex and blowjobs is serious stuff." He wrote down his details in an elegant scripture and passed the slip of paper to me. "Have I told you how incredible you are?" he enquired. "I believe you may have mentioned it." "Well, you are incredible. Both of you are. I'm sorry I got so…standoffish back there. This job means the world to me and I really can't afford to lose it. Also…I thought you two were making fun of me." I dangled my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "Hey, it's totally okay. If I were in your shoes, I would've acted exactly the same way. We weren't exactly super nice to you, so we both want to make it up to you sometime soon." He paused for a moment and then said, "So the two of you really are going to…?" "Let you screw us senseless? Of course! Here's what will happen: Tash and I will clear a day so that we can have some quality time together, we'll call you up on the phone number you're providing, invite ourselves over to your place, and then…what you do with us is up to you." "I can think of a few things I'd like to do," he murmured. "Mmm, I bet you can." The slip of paper containing his neatly scrawled details was soon folded up and worked into the back pocket of my cut-offs. It was time for me to depart. A pretty blonde haired woman entered the store with three young children in tow, prompting me to kiss Ricky goodbye and make a beeline for the exit. That instinctual awareness of being watched followed me back out into the mall, leaving little doubt that Ricky's murky orbs were latched onto my perky ass the whole way. Tash and I linked hands and we made our way towards the escalators that would deliver us to the underground parking lot. That unmistakable flavor of cum still resided inside my mouth. My lips, having been deprived of being wrapped around a cock for the last twenty-four hours, hankered for another juicy erection to deflate. And another. And another. And– "Stop licking your lips," Tash ordered with a knowing smirk. "You lost the bet; now it's time for you to make good on it." "Aw, don't be that way, Natasha." "Don't 'aw, Natasha' me, Meg. My pussy is absolutely dying to be sucked, and since you're my bitch for the rest of the day, you'll do as I tell you." I grinned at her. "If I'm the bitch, doesn't that make you the butch?" "Oh, shut up. Fine. We'll play one more game, but if I end up sucking dick all day long we aren't leaving the house tomorrow. I'll superglue your mouth to my cunt, that way I know I'll get some action." We deviated from our current co-ordinates and casually made our way back to the food court. Tash was just being a drama queen, because I know that deep down she was jealous of me for blowing such a cute guy as Ricky. If one became available, I know damn well that she wouldn't turn down a nice hard-on. Most of the tables were still vacant at Miffy's Muffin Café, even the one we'd parked our butts on thirty minutes prior. I scrutinized Tash's face as she eyed the swarm of males traveling along the promenade, some with girlfriends and wives hanging off their arms, some without. Every detail of her flawless face had been burnt into my memory years ago, but every time I gazed at her she still managed to steal my breath away. We've been lovers for more than two years and we never hesitate to publicize how we feel about one another, but almost everyone still mistakes us for sisters. Our personalities are identical in so many ways that it comes of no surprise that people automatically assume we're siblings. Furthermore, although I consider Tash to be infinitely prettier than me, I must admit that our physical appearance also bares a striking resemblance. But that's okay. Our passion for sucking cock makes us closer than any blood relative and provides a bond stronger than The Man of Steel. It defines us. So I guess we're sisters of the heart, if not literally, we damn well are in the metaphorical sense. We're blowjob sisters, and we're constantly on the prowl for fresh meat. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ This is basically my second foray into writing a stroke story – porn, in other words – so how it has turned out is anyone's guess. Fans of my other works will probably find this one lacking, but this story mostly appealed to me because there is the opportunity to write a series about these two girls and their adventures, and its relatively minimal length would allow me to do so on a regular basis. So…your voting/feedback/public comments are much appreciated on this one, 'cause then I'll know if you guys would like to see these two again. Oh, and people, this story is set in a fictional environment in a fictional world…understand that I've taken a few liberties to make the story a little more fun.