4 comments/ 28118 views/ 6 favorites Eighteen Ch. 01 By: SelenaKing I woke up horny. And for the first time in my life, that was totally okay. I wanted to lay there and enjoy the early morning sunlight. I also wanted to leap out of bed and dance around my room. I opted for a middle ground, slowly sliding the blanket off of my naked body and swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. My breath nearly caught in my throat. It was today. Today was the day. My eighteenth birthday. Today was the day I, Angie Coleman, was finally going to lose my virginity. Oh, I'd plenty of opportunities to do it earlier. And I'd come so, so very close a few times. And I'd done everything a girl could do without going "all the way." But I'd never taken that final step. Not until today. Some thought I was a prude. But that wasn't it. Actually I was the horniest, dirtiest person I knew. My closest friends were fully aware of that. I'd tell them stories, dream up scenarios, and pretty soon I'd have them writhing around their own hands as they rubbed themselves to a furious orgasm. Sometimes I'd even help—however much I could help, without taking the ultimate step with them. I couldn't have told you why I waited until my eighteenth birthday. Sure, it would have been illegal before then, but I didn't have a problem with that. I snuck alcohol every once in a while. I'd even stolen a pack of cigarettes from my mom once—they were disgusting, and I'd quickly stuck them back in her purse before she realized they were gone. And it wasn't because I "cherished my virginity" or anything like that. The concept of virginity itself is sort of a crock. Like what, splitting a piece of skin inside yourself changes something about your personality? I'd say your first orgasm is a lot more formative, and I'd had plenty of those. More than plenty. But I'd never let anyone else inside me—not with their cocks, and not with their fingers. For some reason, there was just something satisfying about holding off until I was fully, legitimately legal. Today I could do whatever I wanted, and no one could give me any grief for it. Things had gotten even harder after I'd graduated high school. I was born in late June, which meant that when I graduated, I was still seventeen—not old enough to break my own rule yet. You don't know pain until you've gone to senior prom and your own graduation, both times with a gorgeous football jock on your arm, and been unable to take advantage of the meatstick between his legs because of the rules you set for yourself in your own head. But now all the waiting was over. Now, I was free. I stood from my bed and reached for the ceiling, stretching my naked body as high as it would go—which was pretty high. I'd be petite if I were short, but I shot up to five foot eight around the time I turned fifteen, and there I'd stuck. The tight, sore spots in my muscle smoothed themselves out as I stretched like a cat. Or like a tigress, preparing herself for a kill. I smiled. Tossing on a robe, I made my way down the hall to my bathroom. It really was my bathroom—my parents had another one in their master bedroom, so no one else used mine unless we had guests over. The cool tile on my bare feet made me shiver up and down. Once the door was locked behind me, I shucked off the robe and cranked the shower handle. A gush of hot water cascading down. I let it heat up before I opened the door and let myself in. The hot water felt incredibly good, and I barely kept myself from moaning. I couldn't be loud. My parents weren't up yet, but that could change at any second. It was one of the most frustrating things about living at home. Whenever I touched myself, working myself with fingers and palm to a white-hot frenzy, I couldn't make a sound while I did it. It was so unfair. Speaking of which.... I slid my hand down my belly, brushing the tips of two fingers against my folds. I teased them gently up and down, brushing the hood of my clit and enjoying the shivers it sent through my limbs. I stopped the moan, but couldn't keep a soft sigh from escaping my mouth. My left hand moved up to pinch down around my right nipple, rolling it around between my thumb and forefinger as my right hand continued to slide up and down, teasing the entrance to my cunt. I wouldn't push in. Not yet. Not until I was practically begging myself for it. But that was coming fast. My tongue slid out of its own accord to slide over my lips. I stretched my right hand further, maximizing the long, supple length of my fingers. My middle finger brushed gently against my back door as my forefinger practically bent back in on itself to circle my swiftly-moistening hole while my thumb continued to prod at my clit, never giving it the full pressure it wanted. Finally I slid my finger in. Just the tip. The tip I'd never let any of my boyfriends or girlfriends slid in, knowing they'd only want to go further. My legs buckled and practically gave way as I clutched harder at my nipple, biting down on my tongue and willing myself not to scream. My fingertip played in and out at the entrance to my hole. I was practically there. A few more seconds. Knock, knock. The sound of knuckles rapping at the bathroom door jarred me from my bliss, and my hands slipped away from my body. I snatched the shampoo from the hanging shelf, squirting some into my hand as I turned away to hide my flushing cheeks. "Um, I'm in here!" I shouted. "Of course you are," came my dad's booming baritone voice through the door. "Who else would it be? I just wanted to let you know that you might want to hurry up. Your mom's got a special birthday breakfast ready for you, and you do not want to let this one get cold." I sighed slowly, trying not to let my aggravation and extreme frustration come out in my voice. "Awesome! Tell her thanks, and that I'll be there in a minute." "Will do." The soft clump of his footsteps retreated down the hall. It was stupid of me to freak out. Of course the door was locked. I probably could have kept right on going, and he wouldn't have known. But the moment was gone. The shock had scared away the sweet vibrations building up in my core. In a way, it was probably a good thing. Because if I could just manage to save myself until the end of the day, I'd be getting the real thing. Not just a quick rub-out in the shower. I smiled as I spread the shampoo throughout my hair, already planning out the rest of my day. Eighteen Ch. 02 I had just gotten out of the shower. I toweled off and headed back to the bedroom to get dressed. As I opened the drawer to get some clothes out, I felt someone put their arms around my waist. I turned around and there was my daughter Janie, standing there, nude. Just a week ago Janie and I had sex, just a few days after her eighteenth birthday. We hadn't had time to follow up our lovemaking on that occasion. Here she was now, her tits pressed into my chest. I felt my cock stir as she started planting kisses all over me. Janie pushed me towards the bed. I sat down and she got down on her knees. I laid back and Janie took hold of my shaft and began to flick her tongue all over the tip. My cock was really getting hard now. That is when my daughter started to suck up and down my root. Janie took as much down her throat as she could. I was moaning softly as Janie then pulled off of me and got on top of my chest. Her huge breasts were directly in my face. I reached out and started to massage those melons. Janie pushed her ass against my rigid cock, rubbing her crack against me. My cock was standing straight up. Janie was breathing heavily as I caressed her brown nipples with my fingers. Janie heaved her ass up and her pussy was directly above my cockhead. She then started to lower herself. Her pussylips parted for me. Her warmth enveloped my love piston. I lifted my hips up to meet her. I slowly pushed my cock in as she lowered herself. We started slowly fucking one another. I kept stroking as her pussy muscles worked their magic on me. After a few minutes I began to pound my shaft into her. Janie got loud as she took all of my seven inches. "Daddy, make me pregnant please," Janie was whimpering. "You aren't on the pill?" I said with surprise. Janie nodded 'no' to my question. I had been sure my wife had told me she had gotten Janie on the pill to prevent any such surprises. I had already cum in my daughter's pussy once and here I was buried inside her once more. My willpower was very weak at the moment. I kept shoving my prick into her as she milked my staff for all it was worth. I was beyond making logical choices at this time. All I knew is I wanted to keep fucking my hot little daughter until we both exploded. Just then Janie reached back and found my ball sacs. She gave them a hard squeeze. I let loose with a hot jet of my love cream. Janie's eyes got big and she clamped down harder around my cock. She began to orgasm uncontrollably. I pinched her nipples hard and we both cried out. I exploded again and again my in baby's tummy. I showered her with every drop of cum I could muster. "Give me all your cum Dad, I want your baby!" Janie screamed at me. I pushed into her hard one more time. The last of my sticky cum blew into her tight pussy. Janie collapsed on top of me. We lie there for some time, not being able to move an inch. I was breathing hard and trying to recover from the hottest fucking I ever experienced. Janie finally pulled off of my chest. She went into the bathroom to clean up some. When she returned she lay on her back on top of the bed. I turned to look at her beautiful body. I was getting aroused again. I flipped over between her legs. "Oh my God Daddy, can you do it some more?" Janie asked me. I didn't think it possible, but I was rock hard again. I pushed the head of my cock past her pussy lips and slid in easily. Janie gasped and placed her legs around me. I took my daughter one more time. I pushed in all the way to the bottom. Then pulling out, just leaving the head of my cock inside her, I then drove into her up to the hilt. "Jesus!" Janie shouted out. I kept stabbing her with my thick love python. I couldn't stop myself now. I wanted her more than anything and I planned to have her. We fucked for at least a half hour more until I felt her pussy spasms growing. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I plunged in all the way and shot the remainder of my love seed. Time seemed to speed up as Janie tighten around me and took the last of my cum from me. My daughter was a love dynamo. I didn't know how I would ever keep up with her nymph passion. We finished up and got showered once more. Janie kept telling me she wanted my baby and how she wanted to keep trying until we got it right. I know I can never give her up now, but what happens when she finally is pregnant? I will have a lot of explaining to do. Until then I might as well enjoy Janie's incredible body. Eighteen Ch. 02 I suffered through a long and slightly awkward breakfast with my parents. Not because of my stepmom, of course. She was just thrilled about my big day, like she was every single year of my life. My dad was another story. He didn't say anything, but I could see his uncomfortable stares, the way he kept looking at me in a way that bordered on suspicious. I was an only child. His baby girl. From what I understood, my dad was a bit of a ladies' man back in the day. That means he knew how every other guy in the world saw me now. I was eighteen. I was legal. I smiled to myself. If only my poor daddy could have known that I wasn't alone in the world, a prey to be feasted on by big, hulking predators. I was the one on the hunt. And I was going to get my fill, starting today. With a final good-bye, I left them behind in the kitchen to pursue my destiny. I had a couple of stops to make before my ultimate destination, and I had to be quick. This day had been long in the preparation, but if I didn't execute it properly, there was half a chance I'd fail miserably and have to find some other, random prize to satisfy myself before my birthday day ran out. I wasn't going to let that happen. I hooked my phone up to the car's bluetooth as soon as I was inside and called Scott. Scott was fifty percent of the plan today, and the first one I'd have to set in motion. I loved him to death, but he was a little bit lazy, and it would take him longer to get around to actually doing what I needed him to do. "Hey, Angie," he said, his voice tired. "Hey, stud," I said happily. "Did I wake you?" "Of course you did, Angie," he groaned. "It's nine on a Saturday morning. You will always wake me when you call me at this time on this day. Every time. You know this." "Yeah, well, suck it up, buster," I replied. "I've got something I need you to do." "What? Why?" "Because I'm asking, because you're my friend, and because it's my biiirthday," I said, drawing the last word out into a singsong that lasted for a few seconds longer than it should have. "Oh, holy shit!" he said. "That's right! The big one eight. Holy shit." "That's two holy shits at once," I quipped. "That's an awful lot of sacred fecal matter." "Har har. What are you getting up to today? Anything special? Or should I say, any one special?" I dropped my voice low, making it husky. "You're just going to have to wait to find out, mister." There was a long, significant pause at the other end of the line. "Um...okay. I'm definitely up." "As in, out of bed?" I asked, a smile in my words. "Sure, that too. All right, what do you need me to do?" "First of all, I need you to get dressed. And not in something schlocky. No Star Wars t-shirts today. I want a button-up. And don't skip a shower this morning." "When have I ever skipped a shower?" he said in protest. "Like, all the time, when you're rushed or when you just don't feel like it. Not today. We're going somewhere presentable for dinner." "And the person paying for this would be..." "You and Missy, of course," I said with a grin. "Because it's my biiirthday." "Oy vey," he sighed. "All right, fine. But it's nine in the morning. Why do you need me to get ready now?" "Because we're going shopping first. This afternoon. All three of us. Don't worry, though. I won't make you pay for my birthday presents." "Hallelujah for small favors." "Meet me at the mall when you're ready. I'll be there, making some selections beforehand." "Okay, okay," he said. "Wait, which mall?" "The Grove!" I snapped. "Do you think I'd frequent any lesser establishment on this happiest of days?" "I guess not," he said. "Cool. Which store?" "Call me when you get there, and I'll tell you," I said. "Bye! Wait, one more thing: what's your favorite color?" "Why the hell—" "Biiirthday!" "Blue," he grumbled. "Bye!" I hung up before he could reply and immediately shoved my finger down on my iPhone's voice command button. "Siri, call Missy." "All right, Sex Goddess," replied Siri obediently. It made me smirk, like always. I had to keep my phone on mute around the house, but it was so worth it. The phone was halfway through its first ring when she picked up. Unlike Scott, Missy was an early riser. "Happy birthday!" she squealed as soon as she was on the line. "Thanks, gorgeous," I said with a smile. "I'm on my way to the Grove. I want you to meet me there ASAP. Scott's going to show up in like an hour." "He lives, like, ten minutes away," Missy said, confused. "It's Scott," I said. "I just told him. He'll be an hour." Missy sighed. "Um, is there any way I can get out of this? Like, maybe meet up with you guys later?" "Absolutely not," I said. "And I'm shocked and offended that you'd even ask." "It's just...really, really hard to be around him recently." "What you're missing is that he's always hard when you're around. Same goes for me. And if you'd just take the first step..." "I think you're insane," she said. "But you already know that. Fine. I'll do this one thing for you. Because it's your birthday." "Oh, you're going to do a lot more things than that for me before the end of the day," I said mysteriously, letting the words slide from between my lips and pick up a little sex on the way. "Um...wait, what?" said Missy. "See you at the Grove! Call me when you get there!" I clicked off. Too, too perfect. Eighteen Ch. 03 Missy called me a half hour later. "Okay, where am I meeting you?" "Victoria's Secret." "Oh. Um. Okay." I grinned. "See you in a couple of minutes." I clicked off and resumed staring at the models on the massive poster displays in the front of the store. I knew they were fake. I knew they were airbrushed beyond belief. But that didn't make them any less unbelievably hot. I stared at every curve, the curves down below and the tight, perky curves up top. No real person had a body like that. Me and Missy, at eighteen, came close. But our tight, supple youth would fade away in a few years. Probably in less than a decade. And even at our best, I knew we'd never look as good as the supermodels that adorned the front of this and every other lingerie store in the world. Hell, I knew that the models themselves didn't match up to this look in person. This was the product of makeup, perfect lighting and people who were way too good at Photoshop. So they were fantasies. So what? That didn't make staring them up and down any less pleasurable. Knowing the truth did nothing to chill the budding warmth growing in my stomach. "What's up, perv?" Missy sidled up next to me and joined me in staring at the posters. "Not much. Just enjoying the view." "You know they don't look—" "Anything like that in person," I finished. "I was just thinking about that. But so what? I'd still fuck'em." She giggled. "And now, you can." "And now I can. Come on. We're going to make a few initial selections before Scott shows up." "Oh, boy," she said reluctantly. "Are we doing what I think we're doing?" "If you think we're putting on a show for that poor, sweet boy who won't know what hit him, then yes, you are totally correct," I said. "We're going to get him hornier than he's ever been before in his life." "Pretty cruel to work him up like that and then not deliver." "Who says we aren't going to deliver?" Missy laughed, then stopped and looked at me. "You can't be serious." "Oh, I'm deadly serious," I said, meeting her gaze fearlessly. "You, me and Scott. Tonight. That's the birthday present I want." Her eyes widened another notch. "Wait...what...all three of us?" she finished lamely. "You're goddamn right," I insisted. "I want you, and I know you're no stranger to that. And I want Scott, and you definitely do, too. You won't shut up about it." Her eyes flashed with hurt for a moment. "Wait...you like Scott?" I shrugged. "Not the way you do. I just want this one, crazy experience with my two best friends for my first time. And then he's all yours. Trust me. After the things I'm going to help you do to him tonight, he'll be putty in your hands." She looked around, uncertain, but I caught a quickening in her breath. I would have bet that if I'd put my hand on her chest—something I was already itching to do—her heart would be going like a racehorse. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm even thinking about this," she muttered. "I want you to do more than think about it," I said quietly. "I want you to picture it. Every outfit we try on, every show we put on for Scott, I want you to picture taking it one step further. Because if you're on board, you know Scott will be down. And this is all I want for my birthday. Seriously. All. I. Want." She shook her head. "I don't know, Angie." "Then let the rest of the day play out how it will. If I haven't convinced you by the time we're done with dinner, I'll drop it." "You promise?" she asked, eyes narrowing. "Yes," I said with a sly smile. "But I'll bet you the first orgasm of the night that you'll be ready to go by the time we're done here." She giggled. "Okay. If I do agree, then that's a bet." By the time Scott showed up, we'd already selected a bunch of pieces. Skimpy, lacy thongs. Bras that covered the whole package, push-up bras that made the package look three times bigger, and thin, skimpy bras that were see-through and only about two steps up from dental floss. All of them in blue—because that was Scott's favorite. I was glad. Blue's always gone fantastic with my red hair, and it sat nicely with Missy's dark, dark brown, too. Scott, flabbergasted, was shoved into a chair outside the dressing rooms. Missy and I changed in the same room. I'd seen her naked plenty of times before, but the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her that night made me hotter than a firecracker. I kept stealing glances at her naked body, and I knew it wasn't just my imagination that she was doing the same. We emerged in our first "outfits," parading them before Scott. He could only gape. I saw a slowly-growing bulge form in his pants. It looked impressive. "Do you like them?" I asked. He nodded weakly. I turned and clutched Missy's hand, pulling her to me. I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her close. I could feel her rock-hard nipples pressed against mine through two layers of fabric. There was a heat between our hips that wasn't all mine. "Do they look better like this?" I breathed. "Um...oh my fucking hell yes," gulped Scott. "Okay, keep them in mind," I said. "We'll bring out some more." This time in the dressing room, our thongs and bras disappeared in a flash. I had conveniently left my next set of underwear on the other side of the dressing room. I pressed up against Missy as I slid by her. Our tits slid across each other, our nipples teasing each other as they brushed by. My face was an inch from hers, and I felt her breath hot and heavy on my own lips. With a jerk she pressed forward, wrapping her lips around mine. Her arm reached around to clutch my ass as her other hand leapt down to the gap between my legs. I wrapped my tongue around hers, burying my hand in her hair and drawing us both deeper into the kiss. I moaned into her mouth as I felt her fingers brush against my opening. Then I pushed her hand gently away, leaning back and stepping out of her reach. "Not yet," I said, ignoring my heaving chest that sent my tits bouncing up and down like I was jogging. "Not until it's both of you. So does this mean you're in?" Missy growled in frustration. "Fuck it," she moaned. "Fine. But only if you give me one more kiss right now." I grinned and pressed forward. As our mouths merged, I pressed my pussy into hers, grinding them together. I wanted to push it further, but I had to restrain myself. I backed up, once again out of her reach. "Come on," I said. "Let's give Scott another preview." Eighteen Ch. 04 Ten sets of lingerie later, with Scott pitching a tent in his pants the whole time, we finally relinquished our grip on him and left the store together, Missy and I with two new sets of underwear each. One set was in the bags in our arms, the other was underneath our clothes. We paid for all of them, of course—I'd worked too many summers in retail to ever even think about shoplifting. But we walked out with them on because we knew Scott would know they were there. They were his top picks. Mine was a tiny blue thong that disappeared in the curves of my ass, slender as it was, and a push-up bra that seemed to turn my B's into largish C's. Missy's was a pair of teeny tiny blue boyshorts that showed off her curvaceous ass, and a plunge bra that emphasized the fantastic cleavage of her natural D's. I'd gone with a black, slinky dress for the day, while Missy had gone with a skimpy yellow sundress that barely managed to conceal the bottom edge of the boyshorts. Together, we were Scott's walking wet dream. "Okay, like, seriously, after that performance I feel like I should pay for dinner myself," said Scott in the back of my Civic, shaking his head. "I mean, that was just all the two of you giving. I feel like I should be giving back." I gave Missy a seductive glance. Her eyes met mine, and I felt the same twinging between my legs that I was sure she felt. "Oh, don't worry," I said. "We probably got more out of it than you two did." Scott snickered. "When you say it that way, it makes it sound like you two fucked in the dressing room." Silence reigned in the car. "Wait..." said Scott. "Oh, don't be silly," I said, shaking my head. "We didn't fuck. It was just foreplay." "Oh my God," Scott stammered. "There was foreplay?" "Whoops, we're here," said Missy devilishly. "Looks like we'll have to explain that another time." We pulled into the parking lot of the Cheesecake Factory, my favorite restaurant. I wasn't a delicate eater like a lot of girls in L.A. I didn't pig out often, but when I did, I wanted steak and potatoes, dammit. And there wasn't a better place to get those than the Cheesecake Factory, followed by a dessert that was better than sex. And if it wasn't, I'd be finding out tonight. I'd called ahead and made reservations, so we were shown to our seats immediately. The dim lighting in the place made our private table in the back seem candlelit, even though there wasn't a flame in sight. I'd made sure we got a booth, so I sidled into the round leather seat in the middle, with Missy on my right and Scott on my left. The waiter took our orders, and in minutes we had our meals before us. Scott had gone for steak, like me, and we fell into our meat with a will. Missy was a vegetarian, but she munched her salad with gusto. All of us got cokes, which we clacked together like they had rum in them. And for a half hour, it was all eating and talking and remembering the last days of high school that we'd all just survived a few weeks before. Missy stole quick glances at me and I at her. My hand would stray to her shoulder or her thigh, only to dart away quickly. For a good five minutes, her fingers toyed with my red hair. But Scott was oblivious to all of it, and so we restrained ourselves until the meal was over. But by that point, I was hungry for something else. "Sorry about the prices tonight, Scott," I said as I daintily wiped the last of my meal from the corner of my mouth with a napkin. "Seriously, after this afternoon, I don't care at all," he said. "If you want, I'll gladly pay for dinner." "Oh, no you don't," said Missy firmly. "You're splitting it with me. Tonight is all about Angie." She looked deep into my eyes as she said it, lacing the words with double meaning. Scott looked back and forth between the two of us. "Okay, let's go back to that. Did you two seriously fool around in the dressing room?" "Only a little," I said, giggling. "You know. Like friends do." "Well, I'm friends with both of you," he said sullenly. "When do I get my benefits?" "Tonight, if you want them," I said immediately, looking him dead in the eye. He smirked, but then the expression fell away from his face. "You're not serious." "I'm dead serious," I purred. I slid my hand across his thigh, brushing it up toward his cock. "I want both of you. You and Missy. Tonight. For my first time." Scott gulped visibly. "Two at once? Don't you want to...I don't know...start slow, and work your way up?" I shook my head. "Nuh-uh. I've been dreaming about tonight for months. And now I've got you both here." Scott looked nervously over at Missy. "Okay, this is a joke, right? A practical joke on me? Because I'm the guy? I'm the horny one?" I grabbed the collar of Scott's shirt. "I turned eighteen today. For the last year, I've been turning away guys—including you, that one time—who wanted to turn me into a woman. I've wanted to take every single one of them up on their offer—very much including you. But I didn't. So don't you ever say to me that you're the horny one." Scott blanched. "Okay," he squeaked. "Sorry. But it's just...this is all a little sudden. I thought you guys were joking about making out in the dressing room." Without another word, I turned and grabbed Missy. Our mouths met, the dance of our tongues already beginning to feel familiar. The dressing room hadn't been the first time we kissed. There had been a few drunken incidents at parties. But this was the first time we were acknowledging how badly we'd both wanted to do this for so long. My hand strayed down until it was wrapped around her tit as I moved my mouth lower, sucking greedily on the curve of her throat. I realized with a thrill that her hand was between my legs, working its way up and struggling to pull aside the blue lace of the thong. I pushed it away. "Not yet. I'm so horny that you'll make me cum right here in the booth." "I want to," she whispered. "Not yet." I nipped her ear and backed away. Then I turned to Scott. His eyes were dinner plates, and he seemed rigid in his seat. I moved my hand between his legs. Yes. Very rigid. "So," I said. "Now you know we're not faking. So are you going to take us to your apartment, or are we just going to do this in the back of my car?" Eighteen Ch. 05 He chose the apartment. I was already ten kinds of horny by the time his shaking hands unlocked the apartment's front door. Missy grabbed me as his hands fumbled with the keys. She pushed me up against the wall, her hands roving across my torso. I moaned as her tongue flicked at my earlobe. "Not making it easier on me," grumbled Scott. "Hurry up and get that shit open," I groaned. Missy's hand probed at the heat between my legs, driving me wild. I grabbed her hair with both hands and mashed my mouth into hers. Finally the door swung open, and I shoved Missy in through it, brushing past Scott and into the entryway. I'd visited the apartment before. It was modest, the kind of thing an eighteen-year-old kid could afford with the income from two part-time jobs. But it had a bedroom with a king-sized bed, and that was all that mattered. I almost growled as I tugged Missy's hand after me, and we made our way straight to the bedroom. Scott followed behind us, seeming lost and wandering. I flung open the bedroom door and strode to stand in the center of the room. The bed was right under the window on the opposite wall, with streetlights shining through the slats of his venetian blinds. Missy tried to leap on me, but I held her back. For the moment. "Missy," I said, my voice coming hot and heavy. "We've been ignoring poor Scott all night." She nodded, and we turned to him as one. Scott looked like a deer in headlights. He was no stranger to the horizontal shuffle, but a threesome with his two best friends was apparently well beyond his ability to reason. "Scott," I said huskily. "Take off your clothes." "Ladies first," he said nervously. With a quick glance to Missy, we complied. I shucked off my black dress at the same time that her tiny yellow sundress crumpled in a puddle on the floor. Dressed only in the underwear that Scott had picked earlier in the day, we stared at him. "Your turn," Missy breathed. Scott pulled his shirt off self-consciously. Like most guys who aren't on sports teams in school, he was nervous about his body. He shouldn't have been. He had a beautiful form. Not all bulged out like guys who spend too much time at the gym and eat protein powder. He was a thin, lean kind of muscular, the kind that I wanted to run my tongue all over. His abs beckoned like landing lights. His shirt gone, he slowly pulled off his pants, standing before us in only a pair of plaid boxers. "Okay," he said. "Now what?" "Now, Missy's going to tongue fuck me on the bed," I said. Every moment of this had been carefully planned out over the course of the last few months. "You're going to screw her from behind while she does it." "Nuh-uh," Missy insisted. "It's your birthday. You should have him first." I opened my mouth to protest, but Scott nodded in agreement. "If we're really going to do this, she's right," he said. "You come first." I snickered at the double meaning. "Okay, fine. But I want to cum at least once before that. It's my first time going all the way, and I'm worried I'll be...awkward." "Everything you've done tonight, and you're worried you're going to be awkward?" said Scott in disbelief. "Why, Scott, are you saying you don't want to watch Missy lick me to an orgasm before you get your turn?" Scott's erection jumped within his boxers. "Okay, fair point." Taking that as her cue, Missy shoved me back on the bed. She leapt on top of me like a jungle cat on the hunt, and our bodies melded into one. Her hand strayed under my bra, teasing my nipple with her fingertips. Her thigh ground hard into my pussy, the friction threatening to bring me to the brink before she'd even begun. I gasped and seized her hair, shoving her down toward my cunt. She took the cue easily and slid backward on the bed. I looked up to see Scott's disbelieving face as he watched Missy's perfect ass advance toward him. He'd shucked off his boxers already, and his hand was toying idly with his rock-hard cock. "Not yet, tiger," I moaned. "That thing's going to cum inside me when you blow for the first time tonight." "Inside you?" he asked nervously. "I'm on the pill," I said. "I've been planning, Scott, I told youuuuu-OOOH!" Missy's tongue and fingers had found my cunt, and she was working it for all she was worth. Her fingers rubbed furiously up and down while her tongue played with the tiny bulge of my clit, my panty line, wherever she thought would feel the best. And she was spot on. I felt the heat grow as my hips began to bounce slowly up and down, willing her to devour me. With a growl, Missy grabbed the edge of my thong and started to pull it away. I seized her hands. "No," I said. I looked up at Scott. "He picked the outfits. He's the only one who gets to take them off." Scott moaned as his hand kept working his member, helplessly watching the two of us on the bed. With another animal moan, Missy yanked my thong to the side instead. Her tongue plunged into my cunt with the force of a hurricane, and it had the same effect on my insides. I yelped as I grabbed her hair and tried to pull her deeper into myself. Her fingers snaked around and began pinching, massaging, battering at my clit. "Oh my fucking god!" I yelled. I barely heard Missy chuckle against my pussy. Her tongue was going up, down, every which way, spinning around inside me until it felt like the flaps at a car wash. I bucked up and down, barely able to control myself as I shoved myself at her harder. "Oh fuck, Missy! Fuck me! Lick my fucking cunt!" Missy groaned between my legs. She started to pull back, to get some room to move. I clamped my thighs around her face like it was a buoy and I was a drowning swimmer. "Don't stop! Keep going! Just like that!" She dove back in, her tongue as deep as it could go while her fingers pinched my clit, bringing a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, her other hand snaked around and I felt a finger press through the passage of my ass. "OH MY FUCKING GOOOD!" I screamed, and I came harder than I'd ever cum in my life. My hips shot up and down like they were on hydraulics, and Missy, to her credit, clung to me for dear life as her tongue plunged in and out, in and out, again and again as she rode the tidal wave of my orgasm. I moaned and screamed, one hand leaving Missy's hair to pinch my tit as I took myself to new heights of pleasure. After what felt like the longest of eternities, the pleasure seeped from my pores, leaving my fingers and toes numb. I gasped, my breathing coming harder than I could ever remember in my life. "Oh my holy fuck," I moaned. "Oh Jesus." "Um, if I don't do something soon, I'm going to cum all over Missy's ass," said Scott miserably. Missy pulled her head from my pussy as my thighs finally relaxed. "Get over here and fuck this bitch," she commanded. Scott leapt to attention like a wartime soldier, climbing on the bed with barely-suppressed eagerness and positioning himself between my legs. I peered up at him through narrowed, blurry eyes, barely able to focus on his face. "Fuck me, baby," I groaned. "Fuck me, Scott. I've wanted this for so long." "I'm going to go easy," he said, his voice shaking with anticipation. "It might hurt you a little bit at first." "I know," I said. "I told you. I've been planning this for months." Scott peeled my thong off my body. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His hands were planted firmly on my hips, lifting me up slightly as he knelt between my legs. Missy knelt beside him, looking at me hungrily. "Here we go," he said. "One, two—" I jerked as he pushed himself through, and I felt my womanhood dissolve inside me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Scott was already worried. I didn't want him to feel even worse. "Are you okay?" he said. "I'm fine," I said. "Just...go easy. Work it back and forth." He complied, easing back and forth gently, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me. Finally I felt the firm, steady contact of his body against mine. He was all the way in. "Okay," I breathed through gritted teeth. "It's not so bad any more. Keep going." Slowly, he slid himself out. It didn't hurt as bad as I'd feared. Once his tip was nearing my entrance, he began to ease back in again. Missy's face was suddenly beside mine, her mouth covering mine as her tongue danced in my mouth. She pulled back for a moment. "Does that feel better now, baby?" "It's getting there," I said. Scott pulled out again, then pushed in. "Oh. Yeah. Yeah, definitely getting there." "You have no idea how fucking hot you two are right now," Scott groaned. Missy stared at him acidly. "I know exactly how fucking hot we are right now," she snarled. She turned back to me. "Baby, do you want to eat me out while Scott keeps fucking you?" "Yes," I mewled. "I thought so," she grinned. She turned to Scott once more. "Take off my panties," she commanded. "Apparently, you're the only one who can." Scott paused his slow, careful thrusting to reach over and do as she asked. The panties came off with a conspicuous wet spot at the crotch. He flung them off the edge of the bed, and Missy crawled back up toward me. "Just do to me what I did to you, baby," she said, "and you'll be fine." "Give it to me," I said. "I want to taste you." She knelt and swung a leg over my chest, straddling my head. She planted both hands on the wall in front of her and slowly, carefully, lowered herself onto my mouth. I reached up to grip her thighs and pull her closer as my tongue darted out to taste her. It tasted...good. Better than I'd thought it would. I'd tasted myself before, but I always thought that someone else would be somehow different. But Missy was practically identical. My tongue sank into her groove, eliciting a moan. "That's good, baby," she panted. "If you can spare a finger for my clit, that's even better." I did it, rubbing her nub firmly as my tongue kept dancing in her depths. I pushed her up for a second and looked down at Scott. "It's starting to feel good," I said. "Now fuck me like I'm supposed to be fucked." "Oh Jesus," was all Scott could say. I concentrated on Missy again as Scott began to fuck me in earnest. His throbbing member plunged in and out of me, the friction building to a slippery heat that was delightful. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles around his back. Meanwhile, Missy was beginning to rock back and forth above me, shoving her pussy harder and harder onto my mouth. My finger was toying with her clit relentlessly, my tongue diving in and out, in and out, mirroring the movements of Scott between my legs. "Oh holy shit," Missy said. She looked back over her shoulder at Scott. "Oh, holy shit this is fucking hot." "You have no fucking idea," groaned Scott, pistoning in and out. "You like this, baby?" asked Missy, looking down at me between her thighs. My tongue was occupied, so I just nodded and grunted. She closed her eyes and pointed her face at the ceiling, rocking back and forth harder. "Oh my God that feels good," I tried to say, but it just came out as mumbling against Missy's cunt. "Ooh, YEAH!" moaned Missy. Figuring she liked it, I moaned louder into her sopping hole as my tongue kept going. Scott began to grunt between my legs, working me like a pile driver. My cunt was getting hotter and hotter, the friction growing into an unstoppable wave that threatened to sweep me away. "I'm going to cum again!" I tried to yell. "Mmf-mm!" I said instead. "I'm almost there!" said Scott. "Oh FUUUCK!" screamed Missy. I think she was the first to go, but it was hard to be sure. As soon as she grabbed my hair and yanked my face into herself, Scott began to shoot white-hot streams of liquid deep inside me. The strange, warm, sticky sensation was the last thing I needed, and I felt my muscles clamp down around his cock as I came for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. I screamed into Missy's pussy, driving her even wilder. Scott wrapped both arms around my torso and held on for dear life, groaning and shuddering as he emptied shot after shot of cum inside me. Missy's hands threatened to yank all of my hair out of my head at once. It's entirely possible that I blacked out for real that time. The next thing I remember clearly, Scott had collapsed next to me on the bed. Missy was laying on my other side, a leg thrown over me and onto Scott's crotch, where his dick was slowly pulsating as it retreated. All three of us were breathing harder than I believe humans were meant to breathe. "Happy..." panted Scott. "Happy birthday. And if you give out presents like that every year, then please don't ever not invite me to your parties." I laughed, a short bark of sound. "I'll try to remember." Missy nuzzled against my shoulder. "Don't even think about passing out. If you think you're getting away with not giving it to me tonight, you are sorely fucking mistaken." "Sore and fucking are right," said Scott. "But I'm not going anywhere." Missy leaned over to kiss me. It was brief but sweet. "Happy birthday, Angie. I'm glad you finally got what you wanted." "Oh, this is just the beginning," I said. "I've got big plans for this year." She lay across my chest and wrapped Scott up in a kiss to match the one she'd given me. "Us, too." - - - - - - - - - - Hey y'all! This is my first erotica story ever. I hope you've liked it—I'm following it up with Angie's next adventure: Cheerleader, coming out very very soon! If you've liked it and you want to help out an indie author, it would mean the world to me if you'd purchase the book. It's available on all major ebook platforms, including Amazon. This is totally voluntary—I'm going to keep posting all of Angie's escapades here on Literotica—but I always love the support.