2 comments/ 27067 views/ 17 favorites Girl Talk Ch. 01 By: Journey324 I never thought I'd be so annoyed to make eye contact across the room with a sexy girl at a party. But while I sipped from a cup of beer in the corner of the room, I locked eyes for a second with the one girl I'd been trying to avoid all night — Marie. Most guys would have been thrilled to stare into those eyes; deep brown and oddly tantalizing, they made Marie a favorite among guys in our high school class. She was relatively fit, but didn't have the usual awesome chest or butt that teen guys fawned over. But those alluring eyes drew tons of hopeless crushes over the years, who she'd flirt with — or hook up with as we got older — and then leave behind. Tonight she wore short jean-shorts and a loose black shirt that hung over one of her shoulders, showing a black bra strap. Very hot. Despite all that, I groaned when her eyes widened and she started to hurry over to see me. "Stan!" I smiled and reluctantly hugged her. I didn't want to seem like a jerk. "Well, we have some things to talk about," she said, getting right down to business. "Like what?" I joked. She hit me on the arm. "Like how you and Carla broke up and I don't even know what happened." There it was. The reason I didn't want to talk to Marie. She had been a good friend of Carla, who I dated all of senior year. Carla and I decided to try long-distance when we went off to college, going to school in different states. It didn't work — things got stale, we ran out of things to talk about on the phone every night, she started bitching at me more often than not, and we decided to end it at the start of second semester. Now it was everyone's first summer back from school, and I had figured this day would come. "Long distance didn't work out," I shrugged, summing it up. "We all thought you guys were going to get married," she said, referring to their little clique of five friends. "I couldn't believe it." "What's she said about it?" I asked. I hadn't hardly talked to her since we broke up. I was sure she was going to be bitter at me forever. Marie rolled her eyes. "None of us have really even talked to her about it. She doesn't come to our get-togethers and we can hardly get her to answer our texts." I knew all about that. Their group of friends was inseparable in high school and tried to make an effort to meet up somewhere once a month during the school year — "Friends Forever!" type stuff. Carla complained to me a lot that she didn't have time to keep doing that with all her schoolwork. It was one of the many things I sat and listened to her bitch about for so much of the year. She was taking summer classes, so she didn't come back to our hometown for the summer — and would go on not seeing her old friends. "It's like she stopped caring if we were still friends," Marie said. "Sounds like you know a little bit what happened with her and me then," I shrugged and smiled. I had been pretty sad for a little bit, but then I realized it was almost freeing not to have to spend an hour every night forcing a depressing conversation. You could say I was pretty well over the break-up by this point. "Yeah, I guess I do," Marie looked past me, like she was thinking hard. Then her eyes lit up. "Let's go dance," she said, grabbing me by the hands. Woah. Marie dragged me toward the basement, where a heavy bump-and-grind rap song was playing and tons of our old class-mates were having a dance party. I didn't even know how to react. Marie had developed a pretty well-known reputation as one of the easier girls in our grade. Carla used to tell me some of the things she said in "girl talk," about how she loved giving blow-jobs and how each new guy felt like an adventure to her. I also learned that Marie liked to talk dirty during sex. Carla said she'd feel awkward doing that — I quickly pretended to agree. This obviously aroused more than a few fantasies. Her cheery, sunny personality and those brown eyes, combined with the knowledge that she was so aggressive sexually, made her seem hot to a tied-down guy like me. But I hardly entertained the thought of anything happening. This was one of my ex-girlfriend's closest friends. And now, like a flip had switched, she was dragging me to a dance floor. I tried to stay calm and not assume too much about her intentions. When we got down to the basement and forced our way into the middle of the dense crowd, she wasted no time turning around and grinding her ass onto my crotch. Not sure what to do, I followed "grinding" protocol: put my hands on her hips and swayed with her. As the song picked up speed, she tilted her head back onto my shoulder, reached behind her and grabbed the pockets of my shorts. I had a nice view down her low-cut top, and her chest was starting to glisten with sweat as we danced in the hot basement. I felt like we had moved past the friendly-dancing zone, and started getting erect between my legs pretty quickly. When she felt it, she turned around with a shocked smile on her face. "You naughty boy," she grinned. I had never seen this side of her before, but I'd pictured it a few times. She leaned in and whispered, "I've got some booze upstairs. Wanna go have a drink?" I stared at her for a minute. I had only had sex with Carla going into college, and after we broke up I was so not used to picking up girls at the bar that I'd only had one drunken hook-up the rest of the year. This was out of my comfort zone. "Is this some kind of joke? Aren't you violating girl code or something?" She gave an impossibly sexy smirk. "Not our code," she said. I had no idea what she meant. But I was too shocked and horny to care. I nodded my head, and she dragged me by the hand up the stairs. She kept her bottle of whiskey in the bedroom of the party's host — a rich girl whose parents were out of town. We went into the room, and she closed the door behind us, the sexy smirk showing up again when she locked the door. She pulled the whiskey out of the closet and poured two shots, handing one to me. We clinked the glasses together and downed the shot. I grimaced at the sharp whiskey sliding down my throat. By the time I opened my eyes again, Marie was kissing me. She wrapped both arms around my neck and slid her tongue in my mouth, breathing heavily while we made out. I reached my arms around and cupped her ass, making her kiss me even more forcefully. She broke our kiss and stared hungrily at me for a minute, panting from the intense kissing. Then she pushed me backward onto the host girl's bed, climbing on top of me and slowly kissing her way down my neck. When she reached my collar, she started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my bare chest where each button had been. After she reached the bottom button, she moved back up and attacked my mouth with hers again. This time I yanked the bottom of her shirt up, and she stuck her hands up and let me take it off. Her tits, relatively small but well-shaped, sat in a lacy black bra. She wriggled her way back down my stomach and started unbuckling my belt. At this point, everything was so surreal I had to stop for a second and get my bearings. "Marie, wait — I'm really confused," I stuttered, feeling for all the world like a huge pussy. She looked up at me, laying on my back, and laughed, a cute little giggle complementing those brown eyes, now burning with desire. "I'll explain later," she said. "But let's just say I knew we were going to be doing this as soon as I heard you guys broke up." She unbuckled my belt, popped open my khaki shorts and pulled down my zipper. Looking up at me with an intentionally dramatic, wide open-mouthed smile, she pulled my shorts down and my dick sprang out. Marie gasped, and then laughed again — I was pretty sure it was a delighted squeal and not a mean snicker. "None of us knew if Carla was telling the truth or not," she smiled up at me. "She was." "What?" I asked, my head now fully spinning. But without an answer, she put my cock in her mouth and sucked on the head. She took it in about halfway down and came back up, releasing it with a pop. "You taste good, Stan," she said, like she was a sexy teacher grading an assignment. "Sit up." I sat up on the edge of the bed and she knelt down in front of me, lowering her mouth onto my dick again. She massaged my balls while she bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue around the head on her way up. At one point she took it out of her mouth and licked up and down, covering all sides like it was a lollipop. It was beyond amazing. I noticed she was still wearing that black bra, and I reached around and unfastened it. It fell to the floor, and she looked up at me. Her breasts now free, she rubbed my cock against them for a minute before continuing the fantastic blowjob. "You know I love doing this, right?" she said. "Carla must have told you." I nodded. "Do you like it?" I nodded again, faster this time. "Do you want to come on my face?" I nodded. "That'll have to be later," she said, teasing. "My friends want to leave soon, and I can't have cum all over me," she said between licks. "I'll have to swallow it this time." She put the head back in her mouth. After three more bobs up and down, I had gone over the edge. "Fuck, Marie — I'm gonna come." She stopped bobbing, keeping her lips just over the head of my dick, and worked the shaft. Then, the sexiest thing I'd ever seen: My ex's topless friend looked right into my eyes and held an intense eye contact with me while I blew my load into her mouth. I shot at least three thick ropes, and she took it all — looking up at me with those impossibly sexy eyes the whole time. After she was done, she giggled again and started to put her clothes back on. "I wish there was time for more," she said. "But my ride's going to be leaving in 10 minutes." I had questions. "What did you mean Carla wasn't lying? And that you knew we'd be doing this?" She smirked. "Girl talk," she said. "You're coming over to my house tomorrow and I'll tell you everything. And you'll return that favor. Okay?" She turned around to leave, then stopped at the door and turned back. Her big smile told me her dramatic gesture was intentional. She was milking this mysterious temptress angle. "You're going to have a fun summer," she said. Then she left, and I went back downstairs to join the party. ***** I wound my way through some residential streets in my car, the GPS in my phone directing me to Marie's address. I was fairly nervous about all this — I had never really been a ladies' man, as much as a committed boyfriend and then an awkward, newly single college freshman. But after the amazing blowjob at the party last night and the way Marie hinted — or flat-out said — that more was coming today, I had butterflies in my stomach when I drove up to her driveway. I was also really anxious to hear her explanation for some of those cryptic, sexy things she had been saying. I knocked on her door and she opened it. Marie looked amazing in a tight white tank-top with a blue bikini top underneath. It didn't quite cover her belly-button, and below that was only a matching bikini bottom. "Hey Stan," she gave a knowing smile. "Come in." I followed her into the house. "Sorry about what I'm wearing. I just got out of the hot tub out back." "I don't mind," I said. "I figured," she purred. And before there was any chance for me to make things awkward, she pulled me to her and planted a wet kiss on my mouth for about ten seconds. "That was fun last night, huh?" She grinned into my mouth. She was so overtly sexual that I felt all my shyness going away. I had to keep up with her. "I think I owe you," I whispered back. I grabbed her legs and lifted her up, her thighs wrapped around my torso as I carried her over to the couch. She let out a big, surprised laugh and rubbed my face into her chest. I set her down on the nearest couch and started to kiss her neck. Then I had an idea. "Why don't you fill me in on those secrets from last night while I pay you back," I said. She smiled and pulled my face to hers, kissing me again. "Well I guess I should start at the beginning," she said, pushing my head down her body. I gladly obliged, kneeling down in front of her and untying her bikini at the sides. I'd done this plenty of times to my ex, so I knew how to get her worked up. I started kissing around her thighs and stomach, using my tongue with each kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed. "So, the five of us share everything," she said, referring to her and Carla's small clique. "At our get-togethers, we drink a little bit and talk, and the conversation always gets around to our boys and — ahhhhh my gosh," she gasped as I first licked up her slit. "We talk about what we do sexually with — oh, fuck — with you guys. And two summers ago, we came up with an idea, or like, a pact. I think it was Christine who... oh my god that feels good.... Christine said we all knew so much about each others' sex lives, it was like we had hooked up with each others' boyfriends. "And so we decided — " she stopped talking for a few seconds, scrunching her eyes shut and opening her mouth wide, "that whenever one of us broke up with a boyfriend, all the rest of us would... oh, stay right there... would fool around with him." She was panting by now while I licked and sucked on her clit, and she was writhing her hips up and down while I worked. But the end of that story surprised me so much I had to stop and look up at her sexy face. "You mean, whichever of you are single at the time?" I said. She raised her eyebrows at me and shook her head, her face flushed. "So, when Lauren broke up with Scott last year — " "Carla and him hooked up," Marie said matter-of-factly. "We all do it, and don't tell whatever boyfriends we have." Surprisingly, I wasn't mad about this. Again, I was fully over Carla, and now I was benefitting pretty well from their weird little tradition. With Marie's pussy sitting just in front of my face, I shrugged and went back to licking it. "Ohhhhhmygod," she moaned. "I knew you were going to be good at this from Carla, but Jesus. Oh, Suck that clit. I'm close. I'm going to come, I'm going to come I'm gonna come...." She stopped and went rigid. I kept furiously working my tongue, and after a few seconds she let out a loud, high-pitched squeal and started rolling over onto her side with my head still between her legs. She lay back and let my head go, panting. "Stan," she said breathlessly. "Let's go fuck in the hot tub." Marie stood up and yanked my plain white t-shirt off my body. After the break-up, I had recommitted to working out and eating better, and I was glad now. I wasn't ripped, but I was lean. Marie eyed me up and down as she worked off my khaki shorts and then took off her tops. We stood there entirely naked and then ran giggling out to the hot tub, jumping right in so nobody would see us. I sat on one of the benches and she moved right over and straddled me, her pussy rubbing against my now-raging boner. We furiously made out for about a minute, her moaning into my mouth and pulling my hands onto her breasts. "We always talked about cock size," she said. "Carla bragged about yours. She was the only one who could never fit her guy's dick all the way into her mouth," she said. "Really?" I was surprised. "It was the first one I haven't been able to," she grinned. Marie wasn't shy about her sexual aggression. "I've actually been really looking forward to this ever since you guys broke up." Her eyes rolled back, looking up at the sky as my dick poked the entrance of her slit. She put her forehead to mine and looked me in the eye. "Fuck me," she commanded. I moved so my cock slid into her. We both let off identical groans, and then laughed at the coincidence. She started riding me, slowly at first. Hardly able to believe what was happening, I kissed up and down her neck, turned on by the though of leaving her hickeys. After a few minutes, she started moving her hips faster, letting out a high-pitched whimper on each downstroke. "You feel so good in me," she whispered. "I bet you never thought you'd be naked in the hot tub with your girlfriend's friend, did you?" she teased. "Can't say I didn't fantasize about it," I said. "That's so hot," she groaned. "Did you ever think about me while you fucked Carla?" I nodded, still sucking her neck. She growled in ecstasy and we made out again, as furiously as ever. Her riding got faster still and her moans louder, until she exploded. "Oh my FUCKING GOD I'M COMING!" she shouted at the sky. Neighbors had to hear, if they were home. Marie didn't care. "Oh, fuck Carla had it good! Oh god, don't stop!" She came down from her orgasm, kissed me again, and slid off me. She pushed me up and I sat on the side of the tub. Just like last night, Marie started blowing me. She hadn't lost her touch since last time. Her swirling tongue and massaging hands had me ready to come in about twenty seconds. I let her know, and she popped my dick out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. "Gimme that cum, Stan," she whispered. I came. The first stream jetted over her head, directly into the hot tub. The rest landed on her face, running from her chin to her forehead. She giggled afterward, kissed the tip of my cock, and said, "Let's go talk about the other girls now." Girl Talk Ch. 02 Sam walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the den where the other girls were still asleep. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Sam seemed so against THINKING about her brother sexually, but look at what had just taken place!I blinked myslef back into reality and knew I had to get to the bottom of things. Making my way back to the den, I realized Missy and Joe still slept closely, but I'd ask them about that later. I had to figure out some things. In the morning Sam's mom made us a huge breakfast. She looked at all of us, "You girls look well rested, did you have good time last night?" We all nodded yes. My eyes darted towards Sam. She sat in her chair shifting back and forth. "What's wrong Sam? Can't sit still?" She looked at me and I knew it was time to go home. ~~~~ (Sam) "I can't believe Liz saw us!" I whispered to Jon. "It's no big deal. You said you made her promise not to say anything." Jon just sat there, staring at the tv, not a care in the world. He was 20 year old, a sophomore in college, and very good looking. I don't know when it started between the two of us, but it hasn't stopped ever since. I moved closer to him. "Jon?" "What?" "Mom's not home. She won't be home until late. And the girls aren't picking me up until then." "No kidding?" He said sarcastically. "Well, Sheri's coming over in a bit and I don't think she'll enjoy seeing the two of us." Sheri's his talkative girlfriend of three years. I can't stand her. "Lock the door and she won't walk in on anything. We'll be done before she get's here." I got up and went to the front to lock all of the doors. When I came back there was no sign of Jon. I let out a sigh and sat down on his bed. Seconds later, he walked into his room and jumped on top of me. Naked. He poked me in the stomach and I let out a giggle. I loved it when he played rough. "Little sis' worried that someone will walk in on us again? Is she worried Sam will think less of her?" "Yes." I kissed him and he pulled back. "Did I give you permission to kiss me, slut?" "No." I moaned. "I'm going to fuck you without a condom just for not following the rules!" He got off of me, "Now lay in my favorite postition!" "You can't-" "I can, and I will. I heard mom talk to you about the pill. You've been on it for months! Now over!" I got up and stripped naked and got up on my hands and knees. "That's it." He hit my ass and I let out a soft moan. "You like that?" I nodded. He did again and again. Finally I felt his fingers make their way to my clit, "Nice and wet." He removed them and replaced it with his throbbing cock. "I'm going to fuck you now, nice and hard." With that he pushed inside of me and I let out a scream of pleasure and pain. He began to thrust in and out of me when the door bell rang. "don't stop," I screamed. "I need this. OH-ahhh!" "Shhh! Dammit!" He leaned over, still thrusting, and got a shirt and stuffed it in my mouth. The doorbell rang again. He fastened his pace and came. Bursting inside of me. Feeling cum inside of me for the first time, I came with him. The best. He got up, dressed, and headed to the door, closing his bedroom door behind him. I sat back motionless and in a daze until he called out "Sam! It's Liz!" Oh shit, I thought and ran across the hall to the bathroom. ~~~ (Liz) I could hear the moans through the door and they stopped abruptly when the doorbell rang. Jon came to the door sweat glistening his body and a huge smile on his face. He called out to his sister and I saw her make a mad dash from his room to the bathroom. "Come in Liz." He moved out of the doorway and my eyes shot down to his raging hard-on poking through his pants. He noticed this, turned red and made his way back to his room closing the door behind him. I knocked on the bathroom door. Water was running. "Sam?" No answer. "Sam!" The lock on the door clicked, I pushed the door open and she was sitting at the edge of the tub. "Liz you-" She paused, I could see the fear in her eyes. I had to show her a way of how I understood and would never tell anyone. I did the only thing that came to my mind, I leaned over and kissed her. Girl Talk Ch. 02 "So who's next?" Marie smiled at me. We had dried off and put our clothes back on after a hot-tub sex session, and were now sitting on her couch. I was still trying to wrap my head around an arrangement I'd stumbled into: My ex-girlfriend's clique of friends passed around a guy whenever one of the girls broke up with him. I had broken up with Carla during our first year of college. Now back home for the summer, her sexually aggressive friend Marie had made a move on me and told me about the deal. "Uh, I don't know. Who would you pick?" I said. My choices were: Anne, who was going to school on a track scholarship and had the tight body to match; Christine, a shy-but-cute girl who had won our senior yearbook's "Devil in Disguise" award (and had a twin brother who I was pretty good buddies with); Makenzie, the beauty-pageant prom queen with the unbelievable rack; and Lauren, Carla's closest friend who had a boyfriend I'd gotten to know over several double-dates. "Who's the hottest? Besides me, of course," she said, tossing her hair sarcastically. "You're all super hot," I said hesitantly. "I couldn't pick." "Let me guess," she rolled her eyes. "Makenzie." I blushed and smiled. "Real original," she said, punching my arm. Marie's phone buzzed. She looked at it, broke into a smile, and said, "I think our decision's been made for us. "Hey Anne!" she answered. The track star. Now that I knew who I'd be doing this with next, my cock twitched in anticipation. An image of her tan, taut legs and sexy flat stomach ran through my head. "You'll never guess who I'm with right now," Marie said. She looked at me and smiled. "She guessed it right away!" she said to me. "Yes, we did. It was super hot," she smiled, rubbing my crotch. Her mouth fell open when she felt it was already hard again. "So, your turn next? Awesome. Here, I'll put him on." She handed me the phone, to my surprise. I wasn't ready to talk to Anne in these circumstances — especially as Marie knelt down in front of me and unbuckled my shorts. "Uh, hello?" I said awkwardly. "Oh hey, Stan," Anne said in an exaggerated, fancy-seeing-you-here way. Right as she said it, Marie stuck her tongue out and licked from my balls up to the head of my dick. Less than an hour after cumming all over her hot tub, and I almost shot it right there and then. "What's up?" I said, looking up at the ceiling. "You know, nothing much. You have fun with Marie?" she chuckled. "Uh, yeah. Lots of fun. I was surprised to hear about your guys' little arrangement." Marie had half my dick in her mouth, and was moaning loudly — I think trying to let Anne hear what was happening. "That's part of the fun. Every guy we pass around can hardly believe himself." She spoke fairly matter-of-factly about it. "So, you want to meet up tomorrow night for dinner?" "For sure. Should I pick you up at like six, and we can go out somewhere?" "Sounds good. As long as we go back to my place for dessert," she said flatly. She hung up, and I looked down and made eye contact with sexy Marie. That was it: For the third time in 12 hours, she brought me to an intense orgasm. For the second time, she happily swallowed all of it. ——— I knocked on Anne's door and she quickly answered with a big smile. "Stan!" she said warmly, and pulled me in for a hug. She smelled like flowers, and looked drop-dead sexy in short white shorts and a yellow t-shirt that accentuated her tan skin. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. We walked to my car, drove to the restaurant, and sat down. The entire time, we made incredibly natural, easy conversation. While Marie liked to act like a little minx, all sexy giggles and innuendo, Anne was more straightforward. We caught up about school, she told me about how much work it was to be on the track team, she asked a little bit about my and Carla's break-up. It wasn't even awkward, and you'd hardly know from our conversation that we both knew we were going to end up with our clothes off later. I found myself really enjoying Anne's company. We both ordered a cheeseburger and ate slowly. She blushed a little bit after ordering hers. "It's the offseason," she shrugged. "Oh please," I waved my hand dismissively. "You could anything you wanted." After we ate and paid, she turned serious. "I haven't eaten a meal like that in a while. And I also never worked out today." I thought I knew where this was going, but I just looked at her. "So we need to go burn some calories," she said. ——— "Let me watch you undress," she said with a smirk. We were back at her house — her parents convenienty gone for the weekend. Anne, apparently, wasn't much for foreplay. I did what she said, taking my shirt off and then my socks and finally dropping my shorts. I felt a little judged by this athletic specimen, but she grinned in approval. "My turn?" I asked. Without a word, she pulled the bottom of her shirt up over her head. Being so fit, she didn't have much in the breast department. But that didn't make her toned body any less hot — a slight four-pack rippled on her stomach, and her hip bones protruded, leading tantalizingly down below her waist. She unbuttoned her short shorts and bent over, pulling them down, exposing more of her muscular legs. Then she took off her bra and panties, and we were both naked. After a minute, she ran at me and jumped up into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I caught her, and she wasted no time reaching down and positioning my dick at the head of her slit. And she wasn't kidding about burning calories: Anne started lifting herself up and down using my shoulders and her legs, working her core muscles while we started fucking. She closed her eyes and her face turned red, and she tilted her head back. As she furiously lifted herself up and down and my dick plunged into her again and again, my leg muscles started to burn from supporting us. That was the point, I supposed. And anyways, her tight pussy around my dick was distracting enough. "Yes," she whispered, more to herself than to me. "Fuck, that's good." She started biting my collarbone, seemingly to keep herself from screaming. Again, I noticed a contrast to her friend. While Marie was all about teasing and provoking her sexual partner, Anne seemed to pretty much see an erect dick as a way to get herself off — and get a workout in. Not that I was complaining. And then she did something amazing. She let go of my shoulders and leaned slowly back, showing off her strong abs, until she was hanging upside down. She put her hands on the ground and arched her back, and started essentially doing upside-down pushups with my dick inside her. The view I now had of me penetrating her every time she pushed herself up was amazing. Anne started moaning, first lowly and then louder and at a higher pitch. "Oh god, I'm cumming," she moaned. "Oh shit oh shit." It wasn't a loud orgasm, but when she lifted herself back up to eye level, her face was bright red and she was out of breath. Now that she had orgasmed, she remembered I was there and planted a kiss on my mouth, wrestling her tongue with mine. This girl was a sexual animal. She hopped off, grabbed my erect dick and pulled me by it into the kitchen. "Time for some dips," she smiled. She put her hands behind her and placed them on the counter, then wrapped her legs around my waist again. Now supporting her weight on the counter, she started thrusting her hips back and forth between me and the counter, again using my dick to get herself off. Her eyes scrunched tight again, and she went back to her "happy place," whispering to herself and turning red in the face. Just as she was reaching her peak a second time, I felt the familiar stirring in my balls. "Anne, I'm gonna come," I groaned. "I'm on the pill. DO NOT pull out," she growled. Yes ma'am. I thrusted a few last times and then started spurting into her pussy. She moaned as she felt it, and then gasped sharply as it sent her over the edge, too. I set her down. We were both sweating and panting. She smiled at me. "Thanks for the workout," she winked. "Want to go clean up in the shower?" Girl Talk Ch. 03 To the readers: Sorry this took so long. Hopefully you will enjoy and there will be more! I had never kissed someone like that before. I put a lot of effort into it because I needed her to understand that her secret was safe with me. To my surprise, she kissed me back and pulled me down to the floor. I could smell sex on her and it made me want this so bad. She let the towel that covered her drop and put both of her hands around my waist. I broke from the kiss and made my way down to her nipples nibbling on them. Behind me, I heard Jon's bedroom door open, then silence. I could tell that he was probably shocked at what he was watching. So I decided to give him a better show. I got into doggy position so he could see my clit and spread Sam's legs apart to start licking at her pussy. I have never done this before, but I knew what I liked, so I figured it would work for her. She was moaning and shaking like crazy. I felt Jon moving closer to the both of us. I paused for a moment to give him a seductive look and noticed he didn't have any clothes on. He had his penis in his hands stroking it long and hard. I felt Sam move past me, drop down on her knees and began sucking on her brother's cock. I got behind her, wrapped my arms around her and made my way down to finger her dripping pussy. Her moaning sent Jon over the top. He picked up his sister, grabbed her by the hand, she grabbed mine, and led us into his room. "It's your turn." Jon whispered to me and I laid down on the bed and he straddled me. Without warning he jammed his dick into my pussy and began pumping in and out of me. I never had someone fuck me this hard; I thought I would loose my mind. When I fucked my brother that one time, he gave it to me, but not like this. "Noah told me that you were a slut, but I didn't believe him!" I can't believe my brother told him, although, they were best friends. "Now you're my slut too! Get on your hands and knees!" I did and he fucked me in this position over and over again. Sam had been fingering herself next to us and came. Then she made her way over and began kissing me. Sending me over the edge. Girl Talk Ch. 03 Things had slowed down after what had been a wild first three days of summer. I ran into my ex's slutty friend, Marie, at a party and gotten a wild blow job. The next day, we had sex in her hot tub and she set me up with another of my ex's friends, a hot track star named Anne. We had calorie-burning sex at her house the next night. But for about a week after that, I hadn't heard from either of them and had been enjoying my time relaxing and working as a waiter at a local restaurant. I didn't know when my tour of Carla's girlfriends would continue. But strangely, I wasn't too worried about it. I would never feel comfortable bringing this up to any of them first. So I decided I'd wait until Marie or another of the girls initiated something. One day, I was at the grocery store picking up some bread and milk my mom had asked me for. While I was waiting in the check-out line, I noticed someone familiar in front of me. A fairly tall, slender girl with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing jeans and a blue tank top. It was Lauren, Carla's very best friend — and one of the girls who I was supposed to hook up with now. "Hey Lauren," I said hesitantly. She turned around and stared for a few seconds, clearly not sure how to talk to me now that I was no longer her best friend's boyfriend. "Oh, uh, hey Stan!" she said, eventually deciding to smile awkwardly. She finished checking out her groceries and waited at the end of the line. I quickly bought my two items, and went to meet her. "Good to see you!" I said. I was already feeling really awkward. Right when I found out about this crazy arrangement the girls had, I wondered how it would work with Lauren. Her and Carla were so close, and it didn't seem very best friend-y to take advantage of a break up like that. Lauren also seemed to feel awkward. We walked together out into the parking lot, not saying much except for a few short question-and-answer exchanges about school and how long we were home for. Finally, we got to her car and she stopped and just came out with it. "I'm guessing you've heard about our friends' weird thing?" "Uh, yeah," I chuckled. "Marie told me." She looked up at the sky and laughed incredulously. "So I guess that's one checked off, huh?" she said. I shrugged, deciding to leave Anne out of it for now. "Listen. I'm sure she said we would all do this with you. But... I don't think I can." "Oh, that's fine," I said quickly, trying to appear casually. I was a little disappointed, since I'd always thought Lauren was really pretty — which is different from hot, or sexy, which Marie and Anne were. But also, I was a little relieved. I don't see how it wouldn't have been weird. "Carla's my best friend," she said with a shrug. "I don't even know why we all decided to do this in the first place. It's weird. But it'd be even weirder with you than any of the other guys. Sorry." "I totally get it," I assured her. "I had sort of been thinking the same thing. I know you a little too well," I smiled, trying as hard as I could to act normal and friendly. "Good," she seemed relieved. "Honestly, I think Carla's a little weirded out about it. She told me the break-up was for the best, but this is her first time being on the outside of one of these little tours." "Oh," I said. I didn't know what to say to that. "Well, I guess she participated before and didn't tell me. I don't feel like I need to feel bad for her." "That's true, I guess," Lauren shrugged. "Well, it was good seeing you, Stan. You're a good guy." I got the feeling Lauren was sad about the breakup. She hugged me, and — ashamedly — I couldn't help but notice her soft tits press against my chest. I sighed as I walked away, just a little bummed that was the most contact I'd get with her. ———— I was at home playing video games alone, thinking about my interaction with Lauren earlier, when my phone rang. I looked and was surprised to see it was Joe, my old friend from high school. I hadn't talked to him basically this whole year. Suddenly, I realized his twin sister, Christine, was one of the girls left on my tour of Carla's friends. Could this be a coincidence? "What's up Joe!" I answered. "Stan, buddy," he said. "What are you doin tonight?" "No plans, really." "You wanna come hang out and have some beers on the deck?" he said. That sounded fun. I also was super curious about whether his sister would be there. "Absolutely," I said. He told me to be at his house at 7, and we would make burgers and drink beer. I ran upstairs to shower, put on deodorant, and make myself look good; I wasn't sure if anything was going to happen tonight with Christine — after all, her brother would be there and would definitely not be cool with it. But I wanted to be ready just in case. ———— Joe and I had just finished our first beers, and we were reminiscing about good times on some sports teams we had played together on. It had been a lot of fun catching up, and his sister wasn't home, as far as I could tell. I started to relax, enjoying the shit-shooting I was doing with my old buddy. "So you and Carla broke up, huh?" he said eventually. I nodded as I took a swig of beer. "Yeah, the long-distance thing didn't work," I shrugged. "That's too bad, but I think it happens to a lot of couples," he said. After a pause, he said, "Yeah, Christine mentioned you guys broke up and she wondered how you were doing about it. And I realized I didn't know either, so I thought I'd call you up." It clicked. Christine had been behind the out-of-the-blue invitation. It made sense that as shy as she was, she would approach this indirectly. All of a sudden I was back on edge, my dick twitching slightly in anticipation. "Oh, yeah? What's she up to tonight?" I asked casually. "She was just out with Marie, I think they were shopping or something," he said. "They're coming back here later tonight to have some beers with us, if you don't mind." I almost laughed. This was such a set-up. "Fine by me," I said. Then, as if on cue, we heard the front door open and some girly laughs from the entryway. Then Marie and Christine came walking back to the deck, looking sexier than I'd imagined. Petite little Christine wore a black mini-skirt and a loose gray shirt with a v-neck that dipped low, revealing the slight slopes of her cleavage. Her brown hair with blonde highlights was done up in bun, and she smiled a set of pearly white teeth at me when she saw me sitting down. "Hey boys," Marie said with a wave. "What's up?" "What are you guys laughing about?" Joe said. "Just girl talk," his sister grinned. I didn't know if the reference was intentional or not, but I had to shift to keep my dick from getting too hard. I waved, and then Joe said he was just finishing up four burgers for all of us. "Perfect timing!" he added. "Oh good, I'm starving," Christine said. She sat down across the table from me. "How's it going Stan?!" she said, smiling and tilting her head to the side adorably. "Good. I've had a pretty fun first week of summer," I said, hoping she'd get the hint. She glanced over at Marie and smiled. She got it. "That's awesome," she said. "I was sorry to hear about you and Carla. But I'm sure you don't want to talk about it," she waved dismissively. "Let's eat some burgers!" We all sat and had burgers and more beer. Conversation flowed easily. When Joe was looking down at his plate or at his food, Christine leaned far forward to take a bite. This gave me a view down her cleavage, and a peek at the tops of a black bra. I looked at her face and she was looking right at my eyes; she was intentionally letting me look down her shirt. She winked at me. I looked over at Marie, who was looking down at her plate and smiling. These girls were toying with me. Christine was so shy and seemed so innocent. But she surprised a bunch of people when she was named "Devil in Disguise" in our senior yearbook. After graduation I started to hear from some third-hand rumors that she was quite the freak sexually. I don't think her brother had heard those rumors, and he thought the "award" was just her friends playing a joke on her. I was starting to believe the rumors when she rubbed her foot on mine underneath the table. "Guys," Marie said mischievously to the table. "Let's get really drunk tonight." "I've got nothing to do tomorrow," Joe said. "I'm down." I nodded. "We've got plenty of booze," Christine shrugged. "Let's do it." The girls went off to make drinks while Joe and I cleaned up dinner. After we were done, I went upstairs to use the bathroom. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Marie whisper my name. Her head was poked out of Christine's bedroom, and she beckoned with a finger. Quickly getting hard with anticipation, I went over to her. She pulled me into the room — Christine wasn't in there. Marie pulled my head to hers and furiously kissed me. While we made out, she moaned into my mouth, writhed her hips against mine and stuck her fingers down into my jeans. She broke our kiss and looked at me with burning eyes, her tits rising up and down with her heaving breaths. "Do you want to fuck Christine tonight?" she said huskily. "Yes," I said immediately. Then Christine came in holding a bottle of liquor. "Hey," she said meekly. "Try kissing him, Christine," Marie said, pulling her friend by the hand over to me. Christine blushed and looked me in the eye, before getting on her tip-toes and kissing me. It was slow at first, but eventually our mouths opened and we were making out. Her mouth tasted like alcohol. "Oh God," she grinned at Marie. "This is going to be good." "Stan, want to do a body shot off her?" Marie asked breathlessly. I nodded, staring into Christine's pretty blue eyes. Marie walked over to her friend and lifted her shirt off. A strapless black bra held her small, perky tits. She pushed Christine gently down onto the bed and motioned me to come over. Marie took the bottle of liquor and slowly poured a little trail on her chest, all the way down to her belly button. "Drink up," she giggled. I knelt on the bed next to Christine and moved my mouth to her chest. She gasped as I licked and sucked the whiskey off her skin, moving my mouth all the way down, over her still-clasped bra and drank the last of the liquor pooled in her belly-button. Christine looked at me with lusty eyes. She didn't say anything. "Her turn now," Marie said. "Stan, take your shirt off." I did what she said, taking my shirt off. She motioned for me to lie down on the bed, and I did. Then Marie surprised me by unbuckling my belt and pulling my shorts down, letting my rock-hard cock spring out. Christine gasped when she saw it, a look of hot fascination on her face. Marie poured the liquor onto me now, starting at my chest and working down. Only with me, she went past my belly-button, pouring whiskey all over my dick and my balls. Christine licked her lips and then, still with just her bra and shorts on, straddled me. She kissed my chest, sucking up all the liquor. I felt every warm kiss where her lips and tongue grazed my torso on her way down. Finally she got low enough where my dick was poking the bottom of her chin and she looked up at me with a grin. She ran her mouth up and down the side of my shaft, drinking the shot of whiskey, and finally sucking on the head. She moaned deeply, and I realized she was rubbing between her legs while she did this. Wow. The room was quiet for a minute, filled with sexual tension. "We need to go get Joe to pass out," Marie whispered. "To be continued." ——— We were downstairs playing a drinking card game now, where the dealer typically got to choose who to divvy up shots to. Christine sat next to me on the couch, and I snuck a peak down her shirt whenever she leaned forward. Joe excused himself to go the bathroom. "You guys keep giving me shots, this sucks," he said good-naturedly. "Time to go break the seal." As soon as he closed the door to the bathroom, Christine jumped to straddle my lap. She licked my ear and kissed my neck, grinding her lap onto mine. "God, I want you," she whispered to me, while Marie looked on from the other couch. i put my hands on her chest, squeezing her tits over her shirt. When we heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, she jumped off and adjusted her shirt to look normal. We were all pretty drunk by this point, but Joe came out of the bathroom clearly the drunkest. The girls had been egging him on to drink more all night. "You know what we should do?" Marie said. "Watch a movie!" I knew what she was doing. Joe was hammered, and a movie with the lights off might put him right to sleep. She hopped off the couch and picked out a comedy movie off the shelves. We had all seen it plenty of times. That was the point. Joe shrugged indifferently. Marie put the movie in and turned the lights off. Feeling bold and turned on, as soon as the lights were off, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over Christine and I. I figured Joe was too drunk to notice such a sketchy set-up. I was right. And I put my hand on Christine's thigh, watching her mouth part slightly as I moved up toward her crotch. For the first five minutes of the movie, I had my fingers down the front of her shorts, playing with her pussy. Her face looked like she could hardly take it. She was closing her eyes, opening her mouth wide, and looking at me fiercely. After a while, Marie said, "Hey Joe?" She nudged him. Again. He was asleep. She grinned over at us. "Go to town," she smirked. Christine growled, the most aggressive noise I could ever imagine this timid girl making. She pushed my head down her body and, with her brother — my friend — sleeping just across the room, I took her shorts off and pulled aside her black panties. I started licking her clit, making her gasp. She started to moan, and I worried she'd wake Joe up. As I kept licking, I must have hit a sensitive spot, because Christine yelped, "Oh fuck!" We both looked over and Joe stirred slightly before rolling over. "Should we go upstairs?" She shook her head no. She was turned on by the thought of getting caught. "He won't wake up," she grinned. I went back to furiously licking, and Christine spread her legs wide and writhed her hips up and down at my mouth. She was already close to cumming from the fingering I had given her during the movie. After just a minute, she was grabbing the back of my head and whispering, "I'm cumming. Oh my god you have the best fucking tongue Stan. Ohhhh shit," she breathed a long sigh as she finished orgasming. I looked up at her contented smile and was shocked to see, behind her, that Marie was filming this with her iPhone. "Hope you don't mind," Marie said. "We talked about this earlier today. Christine has always been turned on by the idea. We'll send you the video," she giggled. I shrugged. As you can tell, I don't object to much when I'm hooking up with sexy girls. I moved up Christine's body and we made out more. I was leaned over her, she was pushed up against the back of the couch, she grabbed my buckle and took off my shorts. My cock sprang out for the second time tonight. She grabbed it and pumped it a few times. Then, while staring into my eyes the whole time, she pulled it to her slit and I pushed in. Christine's eyes rolled into the back of her head as I entered her for the first time. She reached and grabbed the back of my ass, pulling me into her. She was so small that her pussy was incredibly tight, and it felt amazing to push into her. As I started fucking her faster, she bit my chin and my ears lightly, looking at me almost angrily. "Fill me up. Fuck me," she begged. "Harder." I thrusted harder and faster. Suddenly we were interrupted by Marie, who was still filming. "Switch positions," she said with a grin. "For the camera." I pulled out and sat down on the couch. Christine turned around so her ass was facing me, and positioned herself above me. We were about to do some reverse cowgirl, a position I had seen in plenty of pornos but never done. It gave a great view to a camera of a girl's whole body, riding up and down on a dick. Christine looked into the camera as she sank down onto my dick. Her hot little ass stuck out at me, and I reached around and grabbed her tits while she started bouncing up and down faster. She put one hand on my thigh and used one to bunch up her hair out of her face, letting out an "Oh!" every time she came down on me, getting more high pitched with each stroke. Finally, she came down and stayed down, went rigid, arched her back so her tits were thrust out toward the camera, and shrieked. "Ohhhhhhh god, fuck yeah!" she breathed. Her orgasm put me over the edge, and I emptied shot after shot of come into her pussy. It was the hardest I had come in my life. Then Christine giggled, let her hair down, and blew a kiss at Marie holding the camera. I couldn't wait to watch this video later. She turned around and gave me a hard kiss on the mouth. "That was awesome," she said. I agreed. And Joe was still sound asleep on the other couch.