0 comments/ 57516 views/ 7 favorites Six Floors Down By: TimFen My routine on Saturday and Sunday mornings is so regular, it almost qualifies as a religious observance. Sleep late. Take a shower. Clean up. Go get bagels. I'm like clockwork. I know it's not that exciting, but it works for me. I'm a single guy in my 30s, past my party years, and my focus is mainly on my career. Weekend days are for relaxing. Weekend nights are for seeing friends. Last Saturday I got up, showered, and went to attack the sink full of dishes that had piled up over the course of the week. I live on the top floor of a six-story apartment building, and there is a window right by the kitchen sink. While the view is nothing special (no water, no skylines, no parks), I loved looking out the window while I did the dishes. It is relaxing to look out over the row of attached houses and backyards that spill out from the side of my building. As I picked up the first plate and began cleaning it, I glanced out my window and immediately saw something new. Sitting in the Henderson's back yard was a woman, a blonde, lying on her back on a lounge sunning herself, wearing a white string bikini. I write "bikini," but it really was more like dental floss attached to two quarter-sized pieces of fabric as a top, and dental floss with fabric the size of half a one dollar bill for a bottom. From six floors up, I couldn't tell too many details, but certain things were clear. She was blonde. She wasn't fat. Her skin was tan (but not overly so), and her skin looked fantastic, possibly due to the sun tan lotion that made her skin glisten and look so soft. Also, her breasts seemed average, maybe a drop larger, based on how they stood up and out from her chest. She seemed pretty, but it was hard to tell given the distance. I put her age as early 20s. The Hendersons had moved in a few months ago, and I had heard they were empty nesters with a daughter who was a senior in college. I guess this was the daughter. Mrs. Henderson looked as though she probably turned some heads in her younger days, so it all seemed to make sense. I was mesmerized by the beauty and sensuality of this woman lying there, absorbing the sun. The only thing that moved was my dick, as it quickly grew to its full six inches and hardened. I turned off the water and watched for a little while, captivated by the sight of the almost-naked girl below me. I craved to know more, so I dug my binoculars out of the back of the closet, jumped up on the kitchen counter, and focused on my target. Between the shakiness and lack of clarity of the image, it was hard to see too much more through the binoculars than I had seen with my eyes, but it confirmed that my earlier observations were correct. There was no doubt this woman had a beautiful body and a pretty face. I ended up putting down the binoculars, and started stroking my cock, slowly but forcefully, mesmerized by my bikini girl. I reached over and put some dish soap in my hand and used it as a lubricant. It felt warm and wet on me, which only made me think more about what was underneath bikini girl's tiny bottoms. I rubbed my cock for about ten minutes, and bikini girl rolled over, showing off her perfect ass. Well, at least it looked perfect from six floors up. I quickened the pace of my stroking, and about five minutes later, I blew my load, the first burst landing on the window, the rest running over my hands and the sink below. I cleaned up and finished the dishes, keeping my eye on bikini girl as she adjusted her positions a couple of times over the next half hour, before picking up her towel and walking back into her house. Even her walk was sexy, with an almost imperceptible sway of her butt as she moved across the yard. When I went on my bagel run, I walked the wrong way, just so I could go by bikini girl's house. I don't know what I was expecting. I guess I thought maybe I'd get lucky and she'd come out of the house just as I walked by. Of course, that didn't happen, and I looped around, picked up my bagels and cream cheese, and headed back to my apartment. All the rest of that day and night, no matter what happened, my thoughts kept drifting back to bikini girl. I was in a constant state of arousal. I cancelled my plans with my friends and went to bed early. When I got into bed, all I could think about was making love to her. And, of course, I couldn't help wondering if she would be out there again the next morning. I finally tried to calm myself down by popping in a porn movie and rubbing my cock, but every girl on the screen seemed like a poor substitute for my bikini girl. I finally turned off the movie, closed my eyes, and thought of her tan, glistening body on the lounge. Her tiny top straining to contain her breasts. Her legs leading up to that tiny patch of white covering her most intimate of places. In minutes I came, imagining it was her hand around my dick. I finally fell asleep, but was up at 6 a.m., thinking about nothing except whether I would see her again. I jumped in the shower, grabbed my binoculars, and then took up my position on the kitchen counter, waiting for a possible appearance of my bikini girl. Sure enough, at around 8:30, she bounded out of the house wearing the exact same bathing suit, only it was red. She had two of these micro-bikinis. At least. Wow. I was impressed. She laid on the lounge and closed her eyes. I thought to myself how lucky I was that I had a second opportunity to watch her. Then, my eyes widened as she moved her hand to her stomach and started sensuously moving her hand up and down, back and forth. My cock nearly burst through my pants, so I undid my fly and let my hardness pop through. Bikini girl's hand kept moving back and forth and side to side. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was teasing me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, she dipped her hand underneath the small strip of fabric covering her pussy. The fabric couldn't hide the motion of her fingers flying up and down. As great as it was, it was also painful, because I really wanted -- almost needed -- to see what was going on underneath the material. Who thought that a tiny piece of cloth could cause me so much pain! Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. Bikini girl matter-of-factly stopped touching herself, pulled her hand from under her bikini bottoms, stood up, and, with no hint of rush, walked into the house, her butt swaying a bit just like last time. I couldn't move. I was incapacitated by the odd combination of overwhelming arousal and thudding disappointment. Why did she run off so quickly? Why did she stop touching herself? Nothing startled her, it was all so business as usual. I had to move on. This whole bikini girl thing had taken way too much of my time. The weekend was rapidly moving towards its end, and I couldn't help feeling like I didn't know where the time had gone. I went to my bedroom and started sorting the laundry, determined to salvage what remained of the weekend. After a few minutes, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I thought for sure that my weekend of spying had made me insane. Standing before me was bikini girl. It was really her. I wasn't imagining it. She had gotten dressed, but barely, in what had to be the shortest terry cloth shorts ever made, a spaghetti string tank top that stopped at the top of her perfect, toned, tanned midriff, and a pair of flip-flops. She held a tiny purse over her shoulder, too. And, up close, she was, if possible, even better looking than from far away. I could see now that her body was perfect, toned, with no cellulite or flab, but she also wasn't coke-addict skinny. Her body was very feminine, and very sexy. Just as I had suspected, her breasts were a drop bigger than average, nicely filling out her tank top. Her skin was radiant. I noticed that she had the most beautiful hands, almost artistic looking, with sexy deep purple polish on her nails. Her feet, too, were fantastic, tanned, smooth, nicely shaped, and with her suckable toes painted in the same deep purple polish. But, most of all, what I noticed seeing her up close was her eyes, impossibly blue and seemingly sparkling. These couldn't be contacts. Too much life there. Her eyes just took over the room. I realized that I had been staring silently at her for some time. She just smiled, waited for me to come to, and then casually said: "I figured, if you were going to watch, you should have a better view." With that, she stepped into the room and headed directly for the couch. As she walked, she added: "Besides, with a little more privacy, the show can be that much more thorough." Bikini girl reached the couch, and casual as can be, kicked off her flip-flops, pulled down her shorts, and pulled off her tank top, leaving her in the red micro-bikini. She sat on the couch and started running her hands over her legs, stomach and chest, just as she had in her back yard, strategically avoiding the tiny bit of flesh covered by her tiny bathing suit. She smiled and said: "Sit down. Get comfortable. Enjoy the show." It all seemed like a dream, and yet here she was, on my couch, in the tiniest of bathing suits, about to pleasure herself for my (and, of course, her) enjoyment. I pulled a chair up across from the couch and settled in, my eyes roaming over her body, noticing all the little spots I wanted to lick and kiss. I wanted to taste her neck. I wanted to feel the heft of her breasts in my hand. I wanted to run my tongue across her navel. I wanted to feel the backs of her knees in my hands. I wanted to massage her beautiful feet. Basically, I just wanted to kiss, lick and touch her everywhere. Bikini girl continued caressing herself, really pampering her body with her hands. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached underneath her bathing suit top and started rubbing her left nipple. After a few seconds of intense attention, she switched to the right one, all the time leaving her bikini top on. I was riveted. My erection was at full force, pushing my pants out. There was no hiding my passion for this girl. When bikini girl finished her assault on her right nipple, she smiled and said: "Would you prefer to see me without the bathing suit?" I stammered out a quick "Yes!" "Somehow, I guessed you might." Bikini girl stood up, moved the straps of her top over her arms, and then lifted the whole mini-suit over her head, freeing two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life. They sat nicely on her chest, and hung just enough that you knew they had to be real. Before I could recover from the sight of her newly-freed breasts, she hooked her thumbs into either side of her G-string and shimmied the miniscule bottoms down her legs. When she straightened up, I had an eye-level view of her pussy, lips full and pouting, with a small tuft of blonde hair just above her clit. It was a miracle any of her pubic hair could be covered by that tiny suit, but she kept that teasing little patch. It was so erotic looking, I was afraid I was going to start drooling. Bikini girl sat back down on the couch and started rubbing her naked nipples with her left hand, while her right hand made its way down to her pussy. She rubbed up and down over its length, letting her delicate fingers stimulate her inner lips. She seductively sucked her finger for a few seconds, and then her finger disappeared into her snatch. Her eyes closed from the sensation and she let out a soft "oh." She started stroking her finger in and out, and after every third or fourth stroke, she would move her finger back and forth over her inner lips. I could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I wanted to taste her juices so badly. I felt like I couldn't stand much more of this. I was about to drop my pants and start stroking myself, when bikini girl stopped. I impulsively blurted out: "What's wrong?" She giggled. "You're an anxious one, aren't you? I just decided I needed more than a finger." Wait, was she asking me to join in? I had to proceed with great caution, here. The last thing I needed was her running out of my apartment, nearly nude, cursing at me. I didn't need to wait long to see exactly what she meant. She reached into her little purse and pulled out a small vibrator, probably about 5 inches long. "I have a really big one at home, but it wouldn't fit in the purse." Okay, the thought of this girl plunging a ten-inch dildo in and out of her beautiful, wet pussy was so intense, I really wondered if I would cum with my pants still on. Thankfully, I didn't. Bikini girl switched on the vibrator and started moving it over her clit, moving in a circle, going one direction and then the other. She started letting out little "ah" yelps over and over, and her whole body seemed like an electric current was racing through it. The site of this beautiful young woman, completely comfortable with her sexuality, pleasuring herself on my couch, was intense. I thought to myself, "this is the greatest moment of my life!" She started pulling at her nipples, harder than before, and soon she started poking the vibrator in and out of her pussy, quickening her pace as she went along. She moved her other hand from her nipples to her clit, and soon she was rubbing her clit as quickly as she was ramming the vibrator in and out of her. Her eyes were shut tight, and the "ah" yelps had gotten louder and more intense. I couldn't take it anymore. I figured that she couldn't get upset if I started stroking myself. And, at this point, I wasn't sure if she even knew I was in the room. I stood up, dropped my pants and underwear, and sat down. I took my cock in my hand, and before I could even stroke once, her eyes flew open, and as calmly as could be, she said: "That's fine, but save some for me. It looks mighty good." Wow. Not only did she know I was there, she was enjoying showing off for me. And, even more, I was going to get to touch this supremely erotic creature. I thought to myself, "No, THIS is the greatest moment of my life." Bikini girl went back to work. She was relentless on her body, pleasuring her pussy and clit with the vibrator, and her clit and nipples with her lithe fingers. I completely lost track of time, but she must have been at it for ten minutes or so. What a sight it was. I was so happy to watch, so turned on, probably more aroused than I had ever been in my life. But I just held my cock, not stroking at all. I decided to save whatever I had for her. Seconds later, her "ah" yelps went up an octave higher and quickened in pace to an unprecedented level. Her toes clenched, her body got rigid as a board, and then she started spasming, cumming with an intensity I had never seen in a woman before. I watched as she wet her hand and pussy with her juices, and her breathing slowly returned to normal. Bikini girl then looked over at me and gave me the biggest smile. As turned on as I was, I smiled right back at her. Then she said: "That was hot! Knowing you were watching me from the window was good, but being able to go all out with you a few feet away is much, much better." I cleared my throat and managed to get out: "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." She responded, "You've been a very, very good boy. Just watching, letting me do my thing for you. I think it's time for you to be rewarded." With that, bikini girl climbed off the couch and over to me and took up a position between my legs, my cock staring her in the eyes. She smiled again, licked her lips, and started licking up and down my cock, first the sides, but then licking the underneath part, from my balls to the tip of my dick. It felt so good, but I needed more. "Please." "You want me put it inside of me?" "Desperately." "Where?" "Anywhere you like." "I don't think I can choose. At least two places this time. I don't think you can handle much more than that." This time? I tried to put the thought of another encounter out of my head and concentrate on the incredible action taking place at that second. Bikini girl opened her mouth and engulfed my throbbing tool, taking all six inches in one gulp. Her mouth felt so warm and so wet, it took everything I had to keep from coming right there. Bikini girl then slid her mouth up, her tongue bathing the underside of my cock again, until I popped out of her mouth. She stood up and straddled me, facing me with her pussy lips an inch or two above my cock, which was, of course, pointing straight up. Balancing herself with one hand on my shoulder, and using the other hand to guide my cock, she slowly lowered herself down on to me, engulfing my dick with her pussy lips. As she slid down, I felt her lips, still soaking wet from her orgasm, stroking my shaft, while the tip of my cock went deeper and deeper into her burning, velvety snatch. I had had sex with probably 20 women in my life before bikini girl, but this was, by far, the greatest feeling a pussy had ever created on my cock. Un-freaking-believable. Once I was fully inside, she started rhythmically bucking up and down on me. I could feel her clit grinding into my pubic hair and my cock being enveloped by her heat and wetness. I reached out and took hold of her glorious breasts. At first I just held them from underneath, feeling the heft I had imagined from the window. After a while, I started rubbing her nipples, grabbing them like she did. She met my ministrations with a guttural moan, which temporarily interrupted her yelping "ahs." The feeling of her pussy going up and down on my dick and feeling her breasts in my hands, combined with the site of this unbelievably sexy woman, covered in a light sheen of sweat, put me close to the edge. So, making sure not to leave this heavenly creature unsatisfied, I reached down and started working her clit with thumb and forefinger, rubbing it in circles like she did with her vibrator. As she increased her pace up and down on me, I knew I was getting to her, so I went in for the kill, rubbing her clit directly with my thumb, harder and harder, while twisting her nipple with my left hand. I had never been with a woman who liked it that rough, and yet retained the softest femininity at the same time. I could tell she was about ready to cum again. She quickened her pace even more, and the volume on her "ahs" got much, much louder like earlier. She grabbed on to my shoulders hard with her hands and grinded her pussy into me harder than ever until she started cumming, her body one giant spasm. The feel of her pussy muscles clamping down on my cock put me over the edge. I grabbed her shapely ass with both hands and started meeting her downward motion with upward strokes of my own. Just as her orgasm was subsiding, I came, pumping four or five shots of my semen inside of her. She collapsed forward, with her head on my shoulder and her arms wrapped around my back. I kissed her neck and shoulder, and she tasted and smelled so good, I didn't want her to move. I finally found my voice: "That was fantastic." "You're a pretty good lover, for a perv." "I could say the same about you. Only, I didn't get to do half the things I wanted to do with you." "Well, just look out your window tomorrow morning, and we'll see what happens." Needless to say, tomorrow, I will be calling in sick for work. Six Floors Down Ch. 01 This story picks up at the end of "Six Floors Down". I lied in bed thinking about my morning with my bikini girl. I knew it was real, but it just seemed too much like a fleeting memory. Almost like a ghost had swept in and, well, taken mind-blowingly good care of my penis. But, there was the promise of another round to sustain me. If she was serious about continuing tomorrow morning, I had only mere hours to wait. I tossed and turned most of the night, able to think of nothing else but my bikini girl. Her perfect breasts. Her radiant skin. Her graceful hands and feet. Her tanned midriff. And her eyes. I felt like after looking into her bright blue eyes, I would never be able to look into another woman's eyes again without feeling disappointed. Seven a.m. finally rolled around, and I pulled the phone from my night table and called my boss, leaving a message on his voice mail that I had been up all night with a bug and wouldn't be in today. It wasn't a total lie. I was up all night. And, if you consider lust for a woman more than ten years my junior a bug, I was telling the complete truth. I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and sprinted to the kitchen window. My heart sank when I saw the steady drizzle streaking the window panes and bouncing off the small puddles that had formed on the lounge in bikini girl's backyard. I hadn't accounted for rain. What does this mean? If she can't lie out in her micro-bikini teasing me, maybe there is nothing in it for her, sexually, and she wouldn't be coming over. It was a real possibility, since she obviously got aroused by showing off. What if it was true? What if I didn't see her again for days? Or, worse, what if with the passing days the momentum slipped away, and she moved on, and I would never, ever be in the same room with her again? That thought depressed me. Distraught, I moved to the living room couch (yes, the very couch where my bikini girl had put on her show for me), and sulked. The lack of sleep and disappointment must have taken their toll, and I dozed off. About 9:30 a.m., I was awoken by a soft knocking on the front door. The knocking was so subtle it took a few moments to register, invading my sleep almost as part of a dream, and then slowly awakening me into the realization that the knocking was real. I jumped up and sprinted to the door. When I opened it, there was my bikini girl standing before me, wet from the rain and wearing a rain slicker. The way the rain had wet her hair and caused drops of water to run down her face made her look, if possible, even more beautiful than she had yesterday. She looked angelic. She was also somewhat unaware of the power she had over me. She smiled and gave a very casual, perky "Hi!," and stepped into the apartment like she had been over a thousand times. She took two steps in, kicked off her flip-flops, dropped a small backpack on the floor, and took off her rain coat, hanging it on a hook on the door so that it wouldn't get the whole apartment wet. Beautiful and thoughtful. She was dressed very differently than yesterday, but not one iota less sexy, in a simple yellow sleeveless sundress that ended well above her knees. I wanted so badly to reach under her dress, feel her skin, and see if she had anything on under the dress. I didn't see any panty lines, and her breasts looked full and heavy in the dress, so I was guessing that the sundress was the only thing that stood between me and her complete nakedness. As I stared, a huge smile came across bikini girl's face, and I again became aware that I was staring at her. "What?" I asked. "The way you stare at me, I was trying to decide if it was cute or creepy. I've decided to go with cute." "Good choice." And with that, she launched herself forward and started kissing me deeply and passionately. Her tongue searched the inside of my mouth, and I happily swished my tongue against hers. She tasted fantastic, like a combination of mint and citrus. Her hands roamed through my hair and over my back, and her touch was so alluringly feminine. I moved my hands, first over her back, then down to that perfect butt of hers. I was right. No bra. No panties, unless it was the tiniest of g-strings. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she subtly started moving her foot under the cuff of my jeans, rubbing it up and down on my bare ankle and calf. My knees were getting weak, but my passion was stoked, and my hands started moving faster over her, until I reached under the back of her dress and cupped her bare cheeks in my hands. No sign of a g-string. Just her soft, tight, perfect flesh. My hands moved around her ass as we continued our passionate kissing, and she continued working my leg with her foot and my hair with her hand. We finally broke off the kiss. Bikini girl had the sweetest smile on her face. It turned me on so. I wanted to rip her dress off and touch her all over. But first, a thought crossed my mind, and I kind of blurted out: "I don't even know your name." "Megan." "Gary." "Nice to meet you." "You have no idea." And with that, I launched myself back at my bikini ... I mean, Megan. I started kissing her while at the same time reaching under her dress again and firmly grabbing her ass. She sensed where I was going and jumped forward, wrapping her legs around my waist. Of course, by now, my dick had lengthened and hardened to its full six inches and though concealed in my pants was running along Megan's ass, causing Megan to let out a long, content groan while we kissed. Without our lips or tongues losing contact, I carried Megan to the couch and dropped her on it. In my passion, I may not have been as careful as I should have been, and she landed with a bit of a thud. But, she just laughed, like someone who had just been on a roller coaster, and looked up at me with a smile filled with joy and lust that made me insane. I fell to my knees and moved my hands up her thighs, moving the dress up so I could get a look at that incredible pussy of hers. And there it was, the little tuft of blonde hair above her clit, beckoning me to the toned, sexy midriff above, and her ripe, wet slit below. I wanted, really needed, to see more, so after rubbing the tops of her thighs a bit with my palms, I reached behind her and unzipped the sundress, letting it fall forward a bit, revealing the sides of her full melons. She eagerly shrugged the sundress off, letting it fall forward, exposing her breasts to me. Her nipples were already hard, and I wanted so badly to launch into them with my tongue, licking and sucking them until we were both sore. But, I had vowed that if I got another chance, I would take things slowly. So, I started sliding her dress off, and Megan helped by lifting up her butt. I pulled the dress down over her legs and feet, until she was completely naked in front of me. I took a moment to savor her beauty and sexiness, and I couldn't help but smile widely. I was about to move forward to kiss, lick and suck every inch of her body, especially the areas I had dreamed about yesterday, when she put one hand on my shoulders, placed one finger under my chin and lifted my face to hers. "Did you like the show yesterday?" "I think I showed you how much." "You certainly did." Megan leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. I wanted so much more, and she knew it, but she moved back to continue her line of questioning. "Don't you think I should get a turn?" "Oh. Sure. But I promise you, the sight of me jerking off is not nearly as sexy as the sight of you using a vibrator on yourself." "I don't think so. Especially if you use what's in my backpack." Her eyes moved to the backpack on the floor by the door. I moved over to the backpack and brought it back to her. One thing I learned a long time ago is that you should never, ever reach into a woman's bag. No good can come from knowing what's in there. Megan reached into the backpack and pulled out a latex replica of a woman's crotch, complete with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair. From the signature on the back, it apparently was a representation of Savannah Samson. I have watched a little porn in my time, but not enough to know most of the stars. But, I had seen Savannah Samson on Howard Stern's show, and if there was a woman out there who could rival Megan for sex appeal, I think Savannah is as close as anyone will ever get. But, to be honest, why would I want to fuck latex when there was a beautiful, sexy and naked girl across from me? "I think it is a huge turn-on to watch a guy pleasure himself, especially if he uses a toy." Oh, that's why. After all the enjoyment Megan had given me, who was I to turn her down? I pulled a chair across from the couch like I had yesterday, and I placed Savannah's crotch on it. I then started to pull my t-shirt over my head, but before I could get it all the way over, Megan was on her knees unbuttoning my fly and unzipping my jeans. By the time my shirt was off, my jeans were crumpled at my ankles. Megan lifted one foot and pulled off the jeans and my sock, and then did the same with the other foot. She then ran her hands up my legs until she reached my boxer briefs. She ran her hands up under the leg holes of the boxer briefs so that her palms ran over the front of my thighs until her delicate finger tips moved along the side of cock and landed in my pubic hair. She had managed to caress the whole area without touching my dick or balls. I was so aroused. Megan then moved her hands back down. She tucked her fingers under the waistband on my hips and moved the boxer briefs down until my erect cock popped out and bounced right at her face level. She paused for a split second to tease me before moving her face and hands down until the boxer briefs were on the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and, with a huge smile on her face, Megan leaned back on the couch, spread her legs, and watched me. Her hand moved slowly around her stomach to just below her full breasts just above her little tuft of pubic hair. Looking at her gaping pussy, not to mention the rest of this perfect creature, and seeing her delicately teasing her belly skin, I was erect as I would ever be. Megan suddenly reached into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. She tossed it to me. "This will help." I put some of the lubricant in my hand and then ran it up and down the length of my shaft. I then took Savannah's pussy and positioned it over my cock. As I moved the latex toy down my shaft, I was surprised at how good it felt on me. I started working it up and down, keeping a steady but slow pace. I hadn't decided yet if I was going to cum from this, and I wanted to give myself the chance to have something left to give to Megan. As I continued fucking my cock with Savannah's pussy, Megan moved from the couch and sat on the floor so that her face was inches from my cock and the latex toy. She stared as my cock disappeared into the fake pussy, and her face showed a combination of fascination and lust. It was clear she really got off on watching this. "Faster." I wanted to please her, so I started moving Savannah faster on my cock. "Faster." Done. Savannah was now slamming down on me with a speed and force that could not be done by an actual woman, at least not without causing me serious internal injuries. Megan was concentrating so hard on the action, and she was getting even more aroused. She had one hand running through my hair, while the other rubbed and pulled on her nipples. I so wanted to help her, but I knew my job at the moment was to put on this show for her. I continued the assault on my cock with Savannah's pussy. Megan started rooting me on. "Yeah. That's right. Yeah. Do it. Do it." Megan had also started furiously rubbing her clit, rubbing her finger in circles right on the button. For such a sweet, delicate, feminine girl, she was very rough with her nipples and clit. That combination was a huge turn-on for me. I could feel myself getting close, and I had figured out by now that she wanted me to cum using Savannah's pussy. But did she want to see it? I figured she'd let me know. "I'm going to cum." "Good. Do it. And right before, move Savannah and let me see it." She rubbed her clit harder and faster, and now she was emitting those sexy, breathy "ahs" that I remembered from yesterday indicated impending orgasm. After a little bit more time, she grabbed my shoulder with one hand to steady herself, and her "ahs" got louder and faster. I new it was time. Her face screwed into concentration and her body started convulsing in orgasm. I could see her muscles clenching and releasing. The "ahs" finally died down, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. The sexy sight of her cumming, along with feeling it through her hand on my shoulder, pretty much put me over the edge. After she opened her eyes, I stroked my cock three or four more times with Savannah's pussy, and then lifted it up just in time for my cock to send a stream of semen straight up in the air. Three more followed, each decreasing in height, until my stomach and thighs were covered in droplets of my cum. Megan smiled at me and started gently rubbing the cum into my skin. "That was so freaking hot." "I'm glad you liked it. I had quite a sight to inspire me." "Come on." Megan took my hand and we made our way to the shower. I ran the water, made sure it was hot, and we stepped inside. She carefully cleaned all the cum off my body, and I ran my soap covered hands all over her. We stepped out, clean and fresh, and I started toweling her off. Her hair, freshly wet again, gave her that angelic look once more. I just stared at her face with those amazing eyes of hers, as well as her body. I thought to myself that she was as perfect a woman I had ever seen, seemingly inside and out. "Ahem." Oh, I was staring again. This could start getting embarrassing. "I'm still sticking with cute over creepy, but what gives with the staring? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" "Not one as incredibly beautiful as you." Megan's expression changed. Did I freak her out? Apparently not. She launched into a deep kiss, with me meeting her tongue movement for tongue movement. Our hands roamed over each other's naked body. I decided it was my turn to do what I had been wanting to do since she came through the door yesterday. I picked her up again with her legs wrapped around me, and I carried her to my bedroom. I could feel her pussy lips on my pubic hair and I loved it. I gently set her on the edge of my bed. "Much better." "I'm a quick learner." "I can tell." I took a second to look at this naked, sexy woman on the edge of my bed, leaning back on her elbows, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing, those arresting blue eyes looking up at me, her electric smile, legs dangling over the edge, her perfect feet just making it to the carpet. I then moved forward and continued kissing her. We traded saliva for a while, but I was intent on my goals. I started kissing down her body, but I knew I was going to avoid her nipples and pussy. It was my turn to do some teasing. I started nibbling on her neck, inhaling her clean scent. I ran my tongue around her soft skin and took her earlobe in my mouth. After kissing and nibbling on it a bit, I exhaled hot air onto it. Megan moaned in pleasure. I kissed down the center of her chest, between her beautiful breasts, but I didn't touch them at all. I ran my tongue over her navel until I reached her little tuft of blonde pubic hair. I ran my nose over the tuft of hair, and she prepared for me to begin stimulating her where it counted most. She was in for a surprise. I lifted up my head slightly so that I was an inch or two from her beautiful, wet, engorged, pussy, but I didn't make any contact at all. I'm sure she could feel my breath on her, and I think it drove her a little crazy. I could smell her, and it was making me lustful beyond belief. She let out a low, plaintive groan, like she had figured out what I was doing and realized it would be a little while before she got some relief. But, she didn't move or complain. I loved that she had faith that what I had in store for her was worth it. My lips landed on her beautiful thigh, and my hands took hold of the backs of her knees. I love the soft skin there, and I have found that women love being touched there. I massaged the backs of her knees as I kissed down her legs and over her defined calves. When I got to her ankle, I extended my tongue, licking my way around. She squealed a little. "That tickles!" "Does that mean you want me to stop?" "No way." "Didn't think so." Megan flashed that sexy-sweet smile of hers, and I continued working on her ankles, eliciting giggles of pleasure from her. Then, when I think she thought I was going to work my way back up, I lifted my head up and moved my hands down to her foot. As I said, she had the most perfect feet I had ever seen in my life. There wasn't a hint of callus anywhere on her toes or heels. Her toes were perfectly in proportion, and her feet weren't too big or too small. They were tanned, and the skin was soft. And, the purple polish on her toes was a sexy, sweet and slightly mischievous bit of icing on the cake. I started running my hands on the souls of her left foot. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. "That feels so good." Little did she know, I was just starting. I started rubbing a little harder, kneading the muscles in the bottom of her foot. I then slowly bent back her big toe, stretching it while continuing to rub the bottom of her foot. She let out a bigger moan and looked down at me with a look of lust. I then moved each toe back the same way, on both feet, while continuing to rub the bottom of her feet. Her moans intensified. Anyone in the next room would have thought the woman making these sounds was having her clit sucked, not getting a foot rub. "This is such a turn-on. Nobody has ever rubbed my feet like this before." I just smiled. I'm sure she thought I was done with her feet and was going to work my way back up, but I had one more surprise in store for her. I took the tip of her big toe in my mouth and exhaled hot breath over it. She let out the loudest moan yet. "Oh, fuck, that is so good. I've never had my toes sucked before. I 'm so wet right now, you have no idea." I swirled my tongue over her toe pad and breathed hot air again. She moaned intensely again. I gave each of her toes the same treatment, her loud and guttural moaning continuing to intensify. When I finished her last toe, she grabbed me by the hair. She got a huge smile on her face and said with a passionate, husky voice: "If you don't get to my pussy in the next ten seconds, I'm getting my vibrator and doing it myself." I knew I had teased her enough. She was flush and it seemed like her whole body was on pins and needles. I kissed, licked and sucked my back up her left ankle, left calf, and left inner thigh, until I got a whiff of her. I knew she was turned on. Megan had a fairly light smell to her pussy, but it was distinctive. I don't know if it was some kind of product she used, or she was naturally endowed, but no woman I had ever been with had smelled that good. But when I got close to her crotch, the alluring smell was the strongest it had ever been. When I finally reached her pussy lips, they were engorged and protruding, and she was as wet as she said. It looked like we were still in the shower. I ran my tongue strongly up her slit. She let out a moan of relief and arousal. "Yeah, that's it. Keep going." I licked up and down several times, using a lot of pressure, and then I plunged my tongue inside of her hard. She let out an "unh" sound, followed by a moan. Six Floors Down Ch. 01 "Oh, yeah. Just like that." I pistoned my tongue in and out of her, making sure to caress her walls and lips with my tongue as it went in and out. She tasted so good, and her warmth and wetness were overwhelmingly erotic. I was completely turned on. My cock was hard and trembling, like it was mid-blow job, even though nobody was touching it. After a minute or two of tongue fucking her, I moved my tongue out and started flicking her clit. This sent Megan into a fit of passion. She grabbed the sheets in her fists and started bucking her hips. "Suck my clit. Hard. Please. Pleeeeeeease." I launched in and took her clit in my mouth, sucking and licking it at a furious pace. I let her wetness and taste wash over my senses. It was so sexy. I licked and sucked and even nibbled a little, keeping up my frenzied pace and making sure not to be repetitive with my attentions. Megan grunted out her "ahs," but with a muscle and passion I had not seen in her yet (and that's saying a lot, since this girl has been one big ball of passion since she first set foot in my door the day before). I continued licking and sucking, and reached up with my left hand and started playing with her right nipple. "Oh yeah. That's so good. Don't be afraid to do it too hard." I squeezed and pulled on her nipple while continuing to lick and suck her clit. I used my right hand to reach into her and massage her G spot. She was already on fire from the clit sucking and nipple twisting, but I guess the G spot stimulation put her over the edge. She screamed when I first hit the spot, and then started saying, almost crying, over and over again: "Don't stop. Yes. Don't stop. Yes. ..." Soon, the familiar "ahs" started hitting, and after a few seconds, her body tensed in orgasm. I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down and releasing on my finger. Her hands grabbed and released the sheet. She came hard, harder than I had seen. It was so sexy. She slowly came down as I gently continued to fondle her. After a few moments she broke out into a huge smile. "Un-fucking-believable. That was incredible." She gently tugged me forward, so I complied and moved up her body until I was laying on top of her. We started gently kissing. "Mmmm. I don't taste so bad." "You're delicious." We continued kissing until she reached down and grabbed hold of my erect six inches. "We need to do something about this." "That would be ... necessary." Megan laughed and pushed me on my side, indicating she wanted to switch positions. I rolled over and let her toll on top of me. She kissed me hard, really exploring my mouth with her tongue, and then she started kissing down my body, between my nipples, over my pubic hair, until she engulfed my cock in one motion, my cock head hitting the back of her throat. She came back up, licking the underside of my penis the whole way out. "Mmmmm. But, I need it inside of me." She then scooted down and raised her incredible hips and slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. Her pussy lips caressed my cock the whole way down, like the wettest, hottest tongue, until I was fully inside her, her lips and clit in my pubic hair. She started riding me steadily and slowly, up and down, her pussy lips giving my cock a workover. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, feeling their heft in my hands. She gave out an approving moan and quickened her pace. I lifted the top half of my body up to kiss her breasts, soon inhaling her nipples, sucking them hard, and running my tongue around them. They were so hard and sexy, I loved the way they felt in my mouth. While I was kissing her nipples, I reached under her and caressed her ass cheeks, urging her up and down on my cock. Before long, any pretense of reserve or restraint was gone. I was on my back, hands massaging her breasts, and she was furiously lifting herself up and down on my cock, faster and faster, as hard and as fast as she could. I reached down and started rubbing her clit. It wasn't easy staying with it as her body moved up and down so quickly, but I held on the best I could. I must have been something right because after a while, she slowed down, allowing me to really work on her clit. She moaned: "Yeah, that's the spot. Keep that up." Her "ahs" increased in intensity and I could tell another orgasm was approaching. I had one hand working her clit while the other rubbed her breasts and nipples, eventually pulling on her nipple hard like I had learned she likes it. Her "ahs" got fast and furious and I could tell I was seconds from experiencing yet another of her orgasms. Only, it was her turn to throw me a curve. Without notice, she increased her pace, furiously riding me again, up and down, her pussy lips rubbing along the side of my cock. It felt so good. I kept my hand on her clit the best I could, until she blurted out: "Nipples." I reached up to work on her nipples, and she moved her hand down to her clit, furiously rubbing it with a circular motion. Even in the middle of intense passion, she knew what to do. She had a better angle on her clit, and I had the better angle to worship her nipples. Shortly after, with her breasts filling my hands, her pussy flying up and down on my dick, and her clit under the expert care of her delicate fingers, her pre-orgamsic "ahs" took over, and soon she stopped bouncing and locked down on my cock. She started orgasming, her muscles clenching, her back arching. I looked up at the sight of her and was blown away. That, combined with her pussy clamping on my penis, was all I could take. I shot my load up into her. She sat up for a half a minute, catching her breath, her beautiful hands flat on my chest helping to balance her. Then, she let out a sigh and collapsed onto my chest, her lovely hair in my face. I reached up and held her, my hands running over the soft, damp skin of her back and ass. She had her hands around the back of my neck, her fingers softly playing with my hair. I was thinking of how this woman had given me the most erotic and sensual 24 hours of my life, and how I felt that she was a beautiful, special person. Of course, all I could articulate out loud was: "Wow." "I'll second that." Megan lifted her head and flashed me one of her amazing smiles. I hoped she knew what was behind my "wow." I thought she might, and that's why she smiled. But, since I wasn't cool enough to get myself together to say what I wanted to say, I wouldn't know for sure. She then rubbed her hand over the side of my face and asked: "What are you doing tomorrow?" "I hope something with you." "Good." "Do you want to go out and do something?" "Not tomorrow. I have an idea." "Okay. I'll call in sick tomorrow." "I'm flattered, but I can wait until tomorrow evening. If I have to." Megan gave me the sweetest kiss on the lips and got up from the bed. I walked her to the living room. She put on her sundress, put on her coat, and picked up her backpack. "You don't have to go." "Unfortunately, I do. Besides, if I stay, I think I would be endangering our health." "You might be right." We smiled, and she started for the door. "You forgot about Savnannah." "She's my gift to you." Megan kissed me. After all, it made sense. Savannah was built for a man's use. At least the latex version of her was. But I was hoping for many more visits with Megan more than a repeat performance with Savannah. Then again, if Savannah AND Megan were there ... I stared at Megan in her rain coat. I again took note of her piercing, arresting blue eyes and the beautiful rest of her. Until she broke the silence again: "Still cute and not creepy, but don't push it." "Right." "Tomorrow at seven." "I'll be here. Thanks for, well, everything." "I told you, you are great ... for a perv." I smiled at her. I liked having a running joke with her, even if I had only known her for a day, and known her name for an hour or two. She tacked on one last comment: "Besides, you ain't seen nothing yet." And with that, Megan gave me one last kiss and left. I closed the door, sat on the couch and wondered to myself: I ain't seen nothing yet? What's left? And, more importantly, can my physical health handle it? If not, hey, as they say, what a way to go. Six Floors Down Ch. 02 This story picks up at the end of Six Floors Down Ch. 1. At work the next day, all I could think about was Megan's parting words: "You ain't seen nothing yet." This 21-year-old girl had given me the two greatest sexual experiences of my 35-year-old life, and now she wanted to blow my mind more? I wasn't sure there was anything left. I couldn't wait. Her blonde hair, arresting blue eyes, full breasts, toned midriff, round ass, soft skin, perfect hands and feet, and infectious sexy-sweet smile, not to mention her open, sensual and sweet personality, filled my every thought. I made sure I was home by six, giving myself a whole hour to prepare. I showered and put on pajama bottoms and a robe. I decided the outfit was a little too Hef for me to pull off, so I changed into a t-shirt and jeans. A few minutes before seven, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and Megan stood before me. She wore a miniskirt with a button-down peasant blouse that showed most of her tanned stomach, and a simple pair of sandals. I noticed she didn't have a backpack or anything like that as she did in her last two visits. I didn't mind, but it got me thinking: How was she going to blow my mind even further with no props? I believed she could do it. Just look at her. She always called me on my staring, but I enjoyed reveling in her too much to stop, so I tried another tactic: Owning my creepiness. "Stand there a minute so I can drink you in." Megan rolled her eyes and said: "You are such a perv. But you're a sexy perv." She kissed me on the lips, but broke the kiss off before it got too passionate. That was a first, but her warmth and ease told me nothing was wrong. I just rolled with it. "Come on in." "Thanks. Let's sit on the couch." Still not worried. Okay, maybe a drop, but she wouldn't have dressed like that unless we were going to do some serious fucking. Otherwise, she would have been the biggest sadist on the face of the earth. We sat down together on the couch, and she quickly threw her legs over mine and took my hands in hers. Feeling her body on mine was as intense as I remembered. I was fully erect in a matter of seconds. I looked into her hypnotic blue eyes and waited for her to talk. "These have been the most intense two days of my life." Wow. I thought it was only me who had found the two days so transcendent. I thought for her, they were just two days in her normally sexually fantastic life. "I feel the same way. That's what I meant when I said 'wow' yesterday. Not that 'wow' wasn't totally clear." I smiled at her, and she gave me that wry smile back. "What else could it mean?" We laughed. She continued. "Remember when I collapsed on your chest yesterday after we fucked?" Somehow, the vulgar sexual terms didn't seem vulgar coming from her. "Of course." "Well, I thought to myself how special you were and how lucky I was, and I knew what I wanted to do. You have to give the same treatment to my friend Anna." Huh? I did NOT see that coming. It was odd, since you would think that the opportunity to have sex with another 21-year girl would cause me to thrust my fist in the air and dance around the room in celebration. And yet, it made me feel a bit off. After all, if she could just share me, did it make me no better than, say, a great new vibrator she picked up at a sex store? I tried not to seem put off. "Oh. That sounds like it could be fun." Maybe Megan sensed my reaction. She quickly followed up. "I think I should explain, so you don't get the wrong idea. When I came up to your apartment the first time, I thought it would be a thrill to put on a show for you. I figured in the heat of things we might end up fucking, but I never thought it would be as intense as it was, or that we would keep doing it. That it would develop into, well, whatever great thing it's developed into." We both laughed. I think we both needed it. She continued. "It's because we have this bond that I realized I could ask you to fuck Anna." My mind started to race? Was she deformed or something? I had to ask, and I prayed it would come out sensitive and not selfish. "Is she ill?" "No, nothing like that. She's just shy around guys. She really is beautiful, but she just doesn't know how to present herself. It's not that she can't, she just doesn't really want to. I think she needs to be shown what a good fucking session can do for her. I want to show her what a sensitive, powerful lover is like." I liked being called a powerful lover. But back up one second. "She's a virgin?" I hoped not. Deflowering virgins is overrated. Not only is there so much pressure, the whole thing becomes an event: The Deflowering. Plus, the combination of potential pain (for her) and lack of experience never adds up to top-notch screwing. "No, no. She's been with guys. Just not the right ones." "Okay. I mean, it's not like I'd be fucking your friend behind your back, right?" "Oh, I'll be there." "Oh really ..." This was getting good. "You know I like to watch and be watched. Trust me, I will enjoy this as much as you will." "Anything that involves me watching you enjoy yourself is fine with me." Megan kissed me, pulled out her phone, and sent a text message, presumably to Anna. A minute or two later, there was a knock at the door. Megan hopped up. "Let me get it. You go into the bedroom and wait." Megan sprinted to the door, and I walked into the bedroom. I heard the door open and close, and I heard a lot of whispering. After a few moments, Megan led Anna by the hand into the bedroom. It was hard to tell what Anna looked like, really. She wore a 3/4 sleeve baseball jersey that was probably two sizes too big for her and a pair of jeans. Her hair was kind of long and over her face, and her glasses, with hip, thick black frames, kind of dominated what was visible of her face. I thought I should break the ice. "Come on in and relax. Can I get you a drink?" Anna answered right away, with a confidence to her voice I didn't expect. "No thanks." Anna then sat on the bed next to me. "Megan says you're good." Nope, not shy at all. "I try." Megan chimed in. "He's good." Megan sat on a chair to the side of the bed. I turned to Anna. "I have to be honest, you don't seem shy to me." "I'm not. Except when it comes to, you know ..." "Sex," Megan piped in. "Sex," Anna echoed. "I just never feel comfortable." I got the idea. "So, it seems, the key is to make you feel relaxed, and then the sex stuff can just flow." "I guess." I tapped my lap. "Here, give me your foot." Anna took off her black Chuck Taylor high-top and deposited her white sock-covered right foot on my lap. I rubbed the bottom of her foot gently. "Feel okay?" Anna thought a second. "Nice, actually." "Good." I rubbed a little more firmly, and then I started massaging the ball of her foot. Anna let out a very quiet purr, like I had hit a good spot. I continued working on the ball of her foot, and then started moving her toes back, exerting just enough pressure to stretch them a bit. Anna bent down, took off her other sneaker, and deposited her left foot on my lap. I continued my massage, feeling the tension and any reluctance drain from Anna's body. Anna continued to purr, and I was really getting into my work. Then, Megan broke the silence. "Take off her socks and give her the same treatment you gave me." I looked over at Megan, and she had her hand under her miniskirt. Knowing her pussy so well, I could totally picture what was going on down there, and it really turned me on. It was like I could see her bare slit, with that little tuft of blonde hair above her clit. I already had an erection from the contact with Anna's body, but the site of Megan beginning to please herself only made my hard-on that much more intense. I glanced over at Anna. Her eyes had opened, and she looked at me confidently, a slight smile crossing her lips. I knew at that moment she had committed to Megan's little plan, and I was in for a fun evening. I pulled off Megan's socks, revealing her creamy white feet. Her toenails were painted jet black, and her feet were a little bigger than Megan's, but all-in-all, they were sexy enough. I rubbed her bare feet for a minute, letting her get used to the more-intense sensation, and then I moved down and put my lips over her big toe and let out a breath of hot air. Anna let out a moan. Megan smiled wide. "I told you." Anna nodded, eyes jammed shut again. She then lifted her hand and put it underneath the back of my t-shirt. She rubbed my back, urging me on. I continued my work on her feet, giving her the same treatment I had given Megan the day before. I licked and sucked each toe, letting out breaths of hot breath on each one. When I was done, Anna was squirming. With no hesitation, I kneeled on the floor in front of her, her legs on either side of me, and I unbuttoned her jeans. Anna lifted her butt as I pulled down the zipper of her fly, and I swiftly moved the jeans down, until they were completely off of her. "Good idea," Megan chimed in, and as I glanced over at her, she pulled her miniskirt down her legs and off, and her panties followed, until she was sitting only in her shirt and bra. That beautiful pussy of hers, with that little tuft of blonde hair above her clit, was in view, and it took all the control I had not to run over there and launch into Megan's pussy with my tongue. Megan winked at me, and I smiled and turned my attention back to Anna. Anna smiled. "I know she's beautiful." "So are you." Anna rolled her eyes. I then lifted up her oversized baseball shirt, and she raised her arms, helping along the process. I was then left looking at Anna wearing only her black bra and panties. I could see now that while it was obvious she had never seen the inside of a gym, she had a very sexy figure. She was basically thin-framed, with a slight layer of softness over it. Her belly, while not big at all, had a slight bump to it that was really erotic. In the same way, her hips were not wide, but had just a bit of bulk to them, enough to really make you want to hold on. I made no move to take off her glasses. Up close, I could see that she had a pretty face with deep brown eyes. But, the combination of her sexy body in her bra and panties and her hip glasses was really a turn on. Kind of like a cross between the traditional teacher and librarian fantasies. Before I could make a move, Anna reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts were on the small side, but were nicely-shaped little spheres, with just a bit of hang to them. Megan chimed in, "They're nice, huh?" "Come on, Megan, yours are so much bigger than mine." I felt the need to jump in. "It's not a size contest. Megan's breasts are absolutely stunning. Yours are just as sexy. I love them." I looked at Megan, worried she might be jealous. I should have known better. She had unbuttoned her top, pulled her breasts out over the cups, and was teasing her left nipple. Megan smiled at us. "I told you." I was pretty much tired of talking about breasts. I wanted to touch them. I reached out and took Anna's breasts in my hand, and her hard nipples poked at my palms. As her nipples stiffened to their max, it was clear she had long, firm nipples that looked and felt really sexy. I leaned down and kissed Anna's breasts all around the nipples, purposely avoiding them. Then, with my tongue, I licked right up to the nipples, but swerved away at the last minute. Her breasts were now slick with my saliva, but her nipples were untouched. Anna smiled. "Tease." I ran my thumb and forefinger over the wetness on her breasts until they were slick, and then I started twirling her nipple between my wet fingers. Anna's groan told me she liked it. I should have taken my time, but I couldn't wait. I leaned in and started sucking Anna's nipples, rolling their long, hard firmness around in my mouth and bathing them with my tongue. I wasn't as rough with them as I was with Megan's. I kind of sensed Anna liked it a little softer. All the while, my hands roamed over Anna's back. As my hands reached her ass, I poked my hands under her panties, taking her whole butt in my hands. Anna moved up on the bed, and I dragged her panties down over her knees and feet until she was sitting in front of me, completely nude. Unlike Megan, Anna wasn't nearly completely shaved, but she did trim her bush hair so that it had a kind of crew cut, and so it was limited to a tapered triangle above her clit. I could smell her arousal. It was stronger than Megan's, but I liked it. "See, he likes to look." Megan's voice reminded me that, again, I had been caught staring. Anna giggled. "I like it. Makes me feel attractive and sexy." "You are those things, that's for sure." And with that comment, I reached up and kissed her slightly rounded belly, feeling the soft skin under my lips. I then moved my finger to Anna's pussy, running my finger up and down the outside of her slit. Anna's giggles turned into a full-on moan of pleasure. "Put it inside." Something made me glance over at Megan, and I caught her shrugging the last bit of her shirt off of her body. She was now fully nude, one finger pumping in and out of her glistening pussy, the other pulling at her nipple. Her eyes were locked on me and Anna, her face showing a combination of arousal and concentration. She kissed the air at me, and I returned a smile. I quickly turned back to Anna and answered her plea, plunging my finger inside of her, eliciting a deep moan from her. I then reached up, massaging her G spot like I had done with Megan the day before. I moved my tongue out licked around my finger, feeling her juices on my tongue. I enjoyed her taste, and it turned me on even more. My cock was really pressing against my jeans. I then moved up to Anna's clit and licked at it, causing a loud moan and a squirm from Anna. "It's a little sensitive." "I can tell." "Don't stop." I moved my finger out of her and started sucking and licking at her clit. Anna started bucking under me. It was amazing how responsive she was to my clit licking. I reached under her and cupped her beautiful ass in my hands as I continued to lick and suck at her clit. She was getting so wet my nose and chin were covered in her juices, and I reveled in her scent. I was really getting aroused by how much she was turned on. Anna grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face even tighter into her pussy. I kept licking and sucking her clit as fast as I could, and Anna's moans and bucking intensified. I reached one of my hands back to her pussy and inserted a finger, again reaching for her G spot. Anna let out a scream and thrashed against my face and finger. "Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't fucking stop!" I listened, licking and sucking her clit while massaging her G spot with my finger. After another few seconds of my assault, Anna let out a scream and her whole body tensed in orgasm. Soon, her muscles were contracting, and with her release, she let out a long, sultry moan. It was hard to believe that the girl that walked into my apartment hiding behind an oversized baseball shirt and jeans would be capable of such passion. As Anna gradually came down from her orgasm, her hands loosened their grip on the back of my head. She even started running her fingers through my hair. It felt really nice. Anna then started to smile and laugh, and after shaking her head a little, just said, "Wow. Megan, you were right." We both looked over at Megan, and it was clear she could no longer concentrate on what Anna was saying. I could tell from Megan's "uhs" and furious pace that she was close to cumming. Anna and I watched, until Anna rubbed my head. "Looks good, doesn't it." "Very." "I kind of want a taste." I did NOT expect that. Of course, the thought of this adorable girl sticking her face in Megan's glorious pussy was just about the sexiest sight I could imagine. I just didn't think that Anna felt that way. "I say, go for it. If not now, when?" Anna laughed. Put her hands over her face a second, dropped her hands and smiled. "I think I will." Anna crawled over to Megan and put her hands on Megan's knees. Megan looked down at Anna and gave her a big smile and a nod. Anna moved forward and took her first taste of pussy with her tongue. She let out an "mmmm" and started licking Megan's clit. Megan was already close, and this put her over the edge. Her "uhs" intensified until she grabbed the back of Anna's head and started cumming. What an erotic site, these two sexy women, one with her face in the other's pussy as she came. Once Megan had calmed down, she glanced down at Anna and after the briefest of moments, they dissolved into a fit of giggles. Megan spoke first. "I was just supposed to watch. This was supposed to be about you and Gary." "It was, for long enough. He did his job." "I don't think he's done yet." "Not by a long shot." And with that, Anna crawled over to where I was sitting on the bed, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head. I lifted my arms to let her pull it completely off of me. Then, she kissed her way down my chest, over my stomach, until she reached my jeans. She unbuttoned them, pulled down the fly, and then started tugging them downward. She was so determined, I had to jump up quickly so that the jeans would come down without taking half the skin off my butt with them. Once the jeans were over my feet, Anna pulled my socks off, leaving me only in my boxer briefs. She stared at me for a moment, and I got a little uncomfortable. What was she looking at? I had to ask. "Everything okay?" "Yeah. I'm just enjoying the view." Anna broke into a big smile. I hoped she was more serious than busting me for my habit of staring at these two beautiful women, but I may have been deluding myself. It was okay, though. Anna then moved forward, tucked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and pulled them down. I lifted my butt again, and as my underwear made its way down, my six inches, hard as can be, popped out and nearly poked Anna in the eye. She quickly moved my shorts over my feet, leaving me as naked as she was. She then kissed her way up my inner leg until she was face to face with my crotch. Anna took my dick in her hands, but instead of stroking it, moved it to the side, and moved her face into my balls. She licked the underside of my sack, and then firmly but carefully sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Not many women had done that to me, and it felt awesome. Anna then let my ball go and sucked the other one in, causing the same effect. I really wanted to feel her mouth on my cock, and I guess she sensed that, since as soon as my other ball popped out of her mouth, Anna ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft until she reached the top. As her tongue ran over the sensitive part just under the head, I let out a moan of approval. Anna smiled, grabbed the base of my shaft, and then engulfed the head in her mouth. The warmth and heat of her mouth on my dick sent shockwaves through my body. I glanced over to where Megan was sitting, and sure enough, she was running her finger up and down her slit while staring at Anna blowing me. She smiled at me, and I gave her a broad smile in return. Meanwhile, Anna was fucking my cock with her mouth, getting a little more in with each trip down. It was clear she lacked Megan's technique (I guessed from less experience), but she made up for it in effort and enthusiasm. I couldn't help think to myself how my dick had been pampered by two sexy twenty-something girls, both in very different ways, but both unbelievably sexy and satisfying.