2 comments/ 34731 views/ 15 favorites Double the Pussy, Double the Fun By: DMay619 "I am so sorry, I can't do this anymore. You're great...it was great...but I found someone else." I squint my eyes in the dark, and read the text over and over. My boyfriend Brian, of ten months, has ended our relationship...through a text message. I've been lying in my queen-sized bed all day since he sent it this morning, trying to understand, and trying not to cry. I'm great? I can't be that great if he could so easily drop me for someone else! I feel so disposable. I gave him everything. I even moved into the world's tiniest apartment in Manhattan from Connecticut to be closer to him while he's in Grad School. Tossing my iPhone to the foot of my bed, I grab my pillow out from under my head and cover my face with it. I let out a frustrated moan and try to stifle tears. I hate him. I FUCKING HATE HIM. But then why do I miss him so bad already? There is a knock on my bedroom door. "I hope you're awake lazy ass, we're leaving in an hour." My infectiously sweet and sympathetic roommate Jaime says, her voice muffled through the door. "What...where are we going?" I ask, my face still under my pillow. "Out. Stop mopping around about Brian. His loss, take a shower and get dressed. I am taking you out." "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly, but Jaime has supersonic hearing apparently and comes bounding into my room. "Get the fuck up, crazy. Your lights have been off in here since nine in the morning. It is now nine AT NIGHT. You realize you haven't even gone to the bathroom all day. Why are you upset about this? He's obviously a total dick rag. We are going out tonight! It's a Saturday in July, we live in New York City and we are young! Let's goooo!" Jaime whips the pillow off my face and starts hitting me with it. I can't help but laugh. Her tough love works on me. "Okay asshole, I'm up. Where are we going?" I ask, as I slip out of my bed and flick on the lights. My sardine-can sized room looks like a bomb went off in it. Jaime navigates around clothing, soda cans and books to the other side of my bed to my bureau and opens it. "I'm not gonna tell you where, but wear this. You need to look hot tonight." She lays a red satin halter-top I have had for a while, but never worn, on my bed, as well as my tightest pair of dark blue jeans, and a pair of black pumps. She stands in the doorway and bites her lip. I can tell she has something fun planned. That's the great thing about Jaime; she always knows how to have fun. She twirls a piece of her long blonde hair around her freshly manicured red fingernail and looks pointedly at me with her cat-like green eyes. "I have something for you -- one sec," she says quickly and rushes down the hall to her bedroom. She returns with a rectangular pink box, wrapped in a pink velvet bow. I know where it is from immediately. "Victoria's Secret? Jai, most straight girls don't buy their best friends and roomies lingerie." I quip, smiling a giddy smile. Jaime knows I have a thing for new sexy undies. "Yeah I know, it was meant to be for your birthday, but I think you should wear it tonight." She smiles at me with a wide smile that exposes all her pearly whites, and I untie the pink velvet bow. I take the top of the box off, and pull away the pink paper wrapping. I gasp. Inside is a full lingerie set, all black lace. There is a black lace push up bra, a frilly black lace pair of panties, a black lace corset with black velvet ties in the back and a black lace garter belt. "Ahh Jai, thank you so much! It's so pretty!" I jump up and throw my arms around my best friend. She squeezes back and gives my cheek a little peck. "Maybe you'll get lucky tonight," she says, and walks towards her room to get ready. "I'm serious Becca, one hour we are leaving!" she says, as she closes her door. I pick up the box of new lingerie and admire it as I lay it out next to my outfit for the night. Fuck Brian. Maybe I will get lucky tonight. In the shower, I turn the water up extra hot and the tiny bathroom transforms into a steam room. Lathering up my thick brown hair, I hum along to the X-rated rap song blasting through the shower radio. Lil Wayne grunts and groans about a girl "popping her pussy," and I giggle to myself trying to picture what that even means. I look down at my own pussy. Some light brown hairs have started to emerge down there, so I grab my razor and lather up some soap on it. If I am going to get lucky in my new lingerie, I better be prepared. I am careful not to cut my clit as I barber off my peach fuzz. My pussy feels smooth and silky. I glance at the clock on the shower radio and see that I have about forty minutes before Jaime will be screaming for me to get my ass out the door. I think I have a little time... Spreading my newly shaved pussy, I aim the showerhead down so that the hot water charges against my little clit. The immediate pleasure is overwhelming. I tilt my head back, and feel my wet soapy hair slide down the length of my back. I work my fingers around my clit, softly massaging and tickling it under the water. A quiet but audible moan escapes my lips as the pleasure mounts deep within me. No man has ever pleased me as much as touching myself in the shower. Not even Brian. I feel myself growing unbelievably wet inside, and I stick two fingers in, feeling the warmth and tightness of myself. I am glad the shower radio is on because my moan is a little louder once I have my fingers inside myself. I create suction by dipping my fingers in and out of my pussy under the water, and feel my insides start to clench. I am about to cum. My pussy is so wet, when my fingers dip in to it, it sounds like a boot in mud. I work my fingers in and out, in and out, and gasp as my impending orgasm becomes more tangible. I feel it cumming, I feel it cumming...it is almost there, I go faster and faster into myself and spread myself wider and wider and just when I am about to cum...fucking Jaime bursts through the door. "Ughh fuck!" I moan, as I quickly remove my fingers out of my pussy and resume lathering my hair. "WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN THE SHOWER??" She yells as she opens the medicine cabinet. It is moments like this when I wish we both had our own bathroom. I was so close to cumming and now I was just going to be wet and frustrated all night. Dammit! "I am just washing out the shampoo!" I reply angrily and put my head under the water stream. "Hurry up, cabs are hard to find around here the later it gets." She takes the mascara she was looking for from the cabinet and leaves, not even bothering to close the bathroom door. I heatedly turn off the water and reach for the fluffy green towel that's lying on the sink. I dry off my face, my long slim arms, my flat stomach (careful not to catch my belly button piercing on the towel) and my lengthy legs. I comb out my knotty dark hair and wrap it up in the towel, walking out of the bathroom naked down the hall to Jaime's room. "Knock next time!" I shout into her room, and she raises her eyebrows at my nakedness. She is sitting in a blue thong and matching bra at her vanity, slowly stroking mascara up her eyelashes. Her tan body looks almost statuesque, and I can't help but stare at it for a second. "You know you're totally naked...right?" she says slowly, eyes looking at her reflection in the mirror, but peripherals on me. "Yes, I'll be ready soon," I say and pad out of her doorway into the bathroom again. As I blow-dry my hair into soft loose waves, I think about Jaime. Her and I met six years ago at Oberlin in the library freshman year, and have been inseparable ever since. She always knew she wanted to move to Manhattan after college, and once I decided to move to Manhattan as well, she conveniently needed a roomie so we moved in together to our apartment on West 62nd. She's been my best friend for six years, and I have never been into girls, but there are moments when I look at her...and I get wet. I've never told her that, nor do I think I would. But there is something indescribably sexy about her that makes me want to try her out. I shake my head in the mirror and laugh. This might just be the "post-break-up-maybe-I-should-become-a-lesbian" voice speaking. I turn the blow dryer off, and open the medicine cabinet. I brush some blush on the apples of my pale cheeks, line the top lid of my eye with black eye-liner, coat my lashes with two layers of mascara and put a subtle shade of pink lipstick called "Peach Supreme" on. I pucker up in the mirror and smile at my reflection. With my made-up face and my blown out, Farrah Fawcett hair, I look sexy tonight. I hurry into my room, slip on my new lacey black panties and bra, put on the satin red halter top, squeeze into my tight jeans and step into my black pumps. I look at myself in my full-length mirror and blush. I am DEFINITELY getting lucky tonight. I spray some Hypnotic Poison Dior perfume on my neck, in my hair and on my wrist, grab my clutch and turn out the lights. "Jesus, what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" I mutter, as Jaime and I squeeze through the crowd at the bar to try to make eye contact with a bartender. "WHAT?" Jaime shouts back over the outrageously loud music. I can see why Jaime has brought me here. It is the perfect place to be distracted, and to forget about my new single status. Bodies packed at the bar, and also on the bright lit up and colorful dance floor in the center of the bar. A DJ is stationed up on a balcony, and around him, scantily clad skinny and leggy girls grind and dance. It is dark inside, the only lights come from the LED screens hanging on the walls, projecting sexy images of people kissing and dancing. We make it to the front lines of the bar, and Jaime waves her hand at a bartender. Despite other people waiting longer for service, the bartender cannot resist Jaime's green-eyed stare or luscious red lips. "What can I get for y'all?" he asks, with a slight southern twang. "I'd like a jack and coke, and my friend here would like a dirty martini...extra dirty," Jaime purrs in response. The bartender winks at her as he carts off to make our drinks. "Well, looks like you'll fuck that guy by the end of the night," I tease Jaime, and she gives my ass a playful slap. "If I flirt with the bartender, he'll give us free drinks!" she says, her smile radiant. "It's the oldest trick in the book!" We turn around while waiting for our drinks, and scan the crowd. It is a pretty upscale place. Everyone is nicely dressed, everyone is fit, and everyone is gorgeous. This is no college bar. Couples grind and dance all around, holding their drinks high in the air. Some sit in secluded velvet booths, rubbing on each other and feeding each other small hors devours. "Do you see anyone you like?" Jaime asks me, bopping to the beat. "I can't really tell, it's dark!" I shout to be heard, and Jaime agrees. "Guess we should get more in the mix," she says, and turns back around. Our drinks are sitting pretty on the bar top. Mine has three olives in it speared by a small pink plastic sword. Jaime reaches for her pocket book to take out her wallet. In the cab ride over, she explained to me that I wasn't allowed to pay for anything all night, and that she wanted me to get as drunk as possible. I was fine with those orders. "Oh, darling, your drinks are paid for," our bartender explains, leaning over the bar so we can hear him. "What? How?" We both ask in unison, our faces contorted in confusion. "That gentleman, over there," he explains, pointing down the bar to a young man sitting in a secluded booth surrounded by three plastic looking, modelesque blondes with huge tits popping out of their sequined dresses. "Why did he do that?" I ask the bartender. "Who is he?" Jaime asks. "Maybe you should go over and find out," he answers with a smirk, and moves on to tend to the next eager-to-drink customer. Jaime and I giggle nervously at each other, and make our way through the crowd over to the young man. As we slowly approach, I see that he is simply ravishing. Even sitting, I can tell he is tall. Probably around 6'3". He has scruffy, tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes that shoot through me even in the dark. He has a square jaw lined by some stubble, and supple lips. His nose is the kind of nose people have plastic surgery to obtain, and his brows frame his face perfectly. He is wearing a white button down top, unbuttoned a few at the top to show a little patch of his chest hair. "Hello ladies," he says as we reach his table, his voice dripping like honey. "Hi," Jaime says awkwardly, and she reaches down and squeezes my hand. "Thanks for the drinks. You didn't have to do that," I say strongly, even though my insides feel like jello in his presence. "You girls didn't have to come in here looking so sexy," he muses, and his entourage of blonde bimbos chortle. "Who are you?" Jaime asks, and seductively sips her drink through a straw, her red lips tight around it. "I'm Samuel, would you ladies care to join us?" "It doesn't look like there is room," I say, accidentally staring at one of the bimbo's tits as I say it. "We will make room. Brit, Cherry, Audry...leave," he says sharply, and the three blondes slide out of the booth without a word. Woah...he just kicked them out to make room for us!! Jaime and I slide into the booth, both of us sitting with him between us. "So you like extra dirty martinis?" he says right to me and I choke. He is so fucking good looking. "Ha, uh yes, been my favorite drink for a while." "What are your names?" He asks, and picks up his drink, which I hadn't even noticed until just then. Scotch. He takes a deep drink of it. "I'm Jaime," Jaime pipes in, "and this is Becca...er, Rebecca." "Pleased to meet you. I saw you two at the bar. You're the sexiest girls here by far," Samuel says, and takes another long swig. Jaime and I make eyes at each other and I can feel my cheeks turn red. "Well that can't be true, you were just surrounded by those beautiful blondes," I say, testing his response. "Those women are just my employees. I don't find them particularly attractive. You can find a Barbie anywhere. I like women better," he says, his voice low and dangerously sexy. He looks both me and Jaime up and down and gives his lower lip a little nibble. I want to nibble it. "How old are you girls?" "We're twenty-four, how old are you?" Jaime asks. "Older than that," he says, and suddenly I feel his hand on my knee, squeezing it. He must be doing the same thing to Jaime's knee, because she suddenly looks up at me and her eyes are super big. My pussy has been wet since my masturbation shower session was so rudely interrupted by Jaime, but now I feel a new surge of wetness as he touches me. Who is this guy? "Those blondes were your employees," Jaime shouts over the music, which just switched to some loud dubstep. "What did you mean by that? What do you do?" "I am the boss and manager of an escort service. The largest in the city," Samuel replies, his hand moving up my thigh towards my warm and wet pussy. I don't even know him, but I don't mind. I want his fingers brushing against my little wet spot. "An escort service? Wow, so you can have like... sexy girls surrounding you whenever you want," Jaime says nervously. Obviously his hand is almost at her pussy too. "Like I do now?" Samuel questions, and smirks at us. "Let's get another round, and then go. It's too loud in here. I don't like loud music, but I do like making my women scream loud," Samuel says matter-of-factly, and he signals a waiter who appears out of nowhere to take his drink order. "An extra dirty martini, a jack and coke, another scotch and three shots of tequila," Samuel orders. The waiter goes to get it. Jaime looks at me and mouths a word, "Threesome?" I look at her wide-eyed and smile, mouthing back, "I think that is what he wants." The waiter returns in a flash, almost as if he knew what Samuel was going to order, and we take our drinks. He clears away the empty glasses. I sip at my fresh new martini and look at Samuel. Is he a mind-reader? How did he know that I had thoughts about fucking Jaime earlier? Here he is, this random stranger, picking up on some sort of sign, giving us this golden opportunity. I was not expecting this, but I was not rejecting it either. Jaime and I down our drinks, and Samuel finishes his Scotch in one long gulp. He passes out the tequila to each of us, and we all clink our glasses. "To meeting new people," Jaime says. "To fucking new people," Samuel says, smiling deviously, and we all throw the shot back. No one says anything in the elevator once we get to his apartment. It is some swanky place on the Upper East Side, one that I could never afford even if I had three roomies. The elevator alone is a work of art, spacious, mirrored. We all just stare at each other in the reflections. The electricity between us is completely tangible. In that elevator, climbing up to the penthouse suite floor, I am so happy I am wearing my new lingerie. The elevator comes to a smooth stop, and the doors open to his place. The benefit of a penthouse: you don't even need to walk down a hallway to get to your door. The elevator opens right to your place. "Do you ladies want anything to drink?" Samuel asks politely, as he empties the pockets of his grey linen pants into a tray on a table in the foyer. Jaime and I stand awkwardly in the elevator still. "You should probably exit the elevator, otherwise you'll just go back down," Samuel chuckles and we follow him down the corridor, walking past a grand sitting room with a piano, an exquisite library with an ornate fireplace and cherry wood desk, and another sitting room. He brings us to a completely modern kitchen with all new appliances, and marble countertops. "Water?" Jaime asks, and Samuel nods. He opens the fridge and takes out of pitcher of water that has cucumber slices floating on the top. Oh...so fancy. He slides both of us a glass of it and I chug it down. It feels cool and fresh down my throat. "Get naked," Samuel commands, as he drinks a glass of his own. Woah. Bossy. For some reason, neither Jaime nor I try to fight it. We both just take off our clothes. I slide my halter-top over my head, and unbutton my jeans. I pull them down my legs and kick off my pumps with them as they fall to the ground. "Leave your pumps on," he says, although I didn't think he could see my feet from where he stood. Jaime is wearing gold pumps, and she keeps hers on too. We both stand next to each other, in our panties and bras and pumps, waiting for his directions. I am in shock. Why are we being so compliant with a stranger? "Jaime, take Rebecca's bra off and suck on her tits," Samuel says, as he takes off his own shirt. His eyes never leaving us. Jaime comes around behind me and unsnaps my bra. She whispers to me through my hair, "Are you okay with this?" and I nod my head. I have a strange feeling she planned this from the start. She throws my bra to the floor and my tits bounce out in front of me. My nipples are already hard. She stands in front of me and takes one of my boobs in her hands, looking up at me and smiling she takes my nipple in between her teeth and gives it a little pull. I moan. She then sticks it between her lips and sucks, her green eyes boring into my chocolate brown ones. Samuel is standing on the other side of the kitchen counter, watching us. His breath deepening, his abs contracting as he breathes. His arms are muscular and sculpted, and I can see his muscles twitch. He is still wearing his pants. I know how I can get him to take them off. Jaime is still sucking at my boobs, now both in her hands and mouth. While she stands there, I loop my fingers in her panties and pull them down fast, catching her off guard. Double the Pussy, Double the Fun "What are you doing?" She asks, with my tits in her mouth. "Just go with it," I say, and I drop to my knees. Facing her pussy, which is as smooth as mine, I look up at her and she is biting her lip. I take the plunge. I spread her little pussy lips with my fingers and stick my tongue inside. She screams. "That's very good, Rebecca, I like the initiative," Samuel says and comes over. He stands behind Jaime and puts his arms around her, fondling her tits. He kisses her neck, and smells her hair. She stands still, completely frozen in pleasure. On my knees, I lap up her pussy, feeling her juice starting to flow down on my tongue. I am liking this. More than I thought I would. She tastes salty, but sweet and I like the way her naked clit feels on my tongue. I lap at her pussy like a cat lapping at milk. She puts her long fingernails through my hair and her legs start to quake. She moans, and I look up at her and Samuel kissing. He is rubbing her tits in a circular motion. I lick in slow, luxurious laps up her pussy and then jab my tongue in and out. I spread her even wider, and notice her pussy is glistening. "You're so wet," I mumble with her pussy in my mouth. "Let me see what you have done to her," Samuel says to me, and joins me on the floor. He spreads Jaime's legs even wider and holds my head in his hands. He laps at her pussy with me, and he pushes my face deeper into her as we go. Jaime is moaning and her hands are now on both of our heads, pushing us closer together. Samuel looks so sexy down here with me, both of us adding to Jaime's wetness. We lap and lap and lap and soon we can hear her pussy. "I think someone wants to fuck," Samuel says, and he pushes me down. "But you have to get Rebecca wet now," Samuel says, "69." Jaime drops down and lowers her pussy onto my face, and she lowers her face towards my pussy. I don't want to tell them I have been wet all night, because I want to feel this. I contract as Jaime pushes my panties to the side and sucks on my clit. What an amazing feeling. She takes my clit in her mouth and sucks sucks sucks. She licks up the sides, swirls her tongue around...I can't help but feel she has done this to another girl before. I continue to eat her, and Samuel watches us from above. He drops his pants, and I see by looking up with my eyes that he is long and thick. He has a fucking delicious looking cock. He bends down, so his dick is right above my head. "Suck me," he says, and I put my lips around his cock. He pushes it in and out of my mouth and I gag on it. "Good girl," he says, and he moans. He takes his dick out, and rubs it on Jaime's asshole which is right in my face, as we are still in 69 position. He rubs his cock on her wet pussy and she moans while she still licks up my wet pussy. He slides his cock into her, and she groans, momentarily lifting her head up to take in the pleasure. While Samuel fucks her, I lick at her clit. This must feel so good for her; getting eaten while fucked. She moans as she eats me, and I watch in awe as Samuel's girth goes in and out of my best friend right above my face. After a while Samuel abruptly stops, and he gets up. "Let's go to the bedroom," he says, and helps us up. Jaime wipes her mouth as she looks at me, her cheeks rosy, and her lips glistening with my wetness. We leave our panties behind in the kitchen. Jaime adds her bra to the pile. We follow after Samuel, Jaime and I holding hands, our pumps clicking against the tile floor. She leans her head on my naked shoulder and whispers, "I can't believe we are doing this!" I nod back and squeeze her hand. His bedroom is expansive, with wide windows overlooking the city on the right side, a huge CIRCULAR bed on a platform to the left, a flat screen TV on the ceiling over his bed, plush carpeting, and mirrors every where. "A little vain, eh?" Jaime teases, and Samuel whips around. "No talking, I want those pussies to stay wet." Jaime looks at me and smirks, and we walk towards the bed. We both lay on our backs and Samuel comes up to us and stands at the end of the bed, his dick still wet and erect from my mouth and Jaime's tight pink hole. "I am going to fuck you now, Rebecca, and you are going to eat Jaime to keep her wet while I am fucking you." Samuel puts my legs up around his shoulders, and rubs the tip of his cock vertically along my pussy lips. I grab the bed in anticipation. Jaime sits up, and facing me, straddles her pussy around my face so that I can eat her while I get fucked. As soon as I start eating her pussy again, Samuel plunges his long, thick cock deep into my slit. A gasp escapes me, and Jaime giggles down at me. I lock my eyes with hers as I eat her pussy, she tastes so good to me, and I like giving her pleasure. Samuel's cock feels so full inside me, and it turns me on to know that just a few minutes ago, he was filling Jaime's pussy up too. Samuel grunts as he thrusts into me, he is very energetic, and I can tell he has stamina by how persistently and effortlessly he fucks into me. I can't help but moan loudly as he pushes into me, opening my little pussy lips up wide. "You girls have such nice, tight, pink pussies," Samuel says, his voice gravely and husky. "And you have such a sexy cock," Jaime slurs, her voice quivering with pleasure from me sucking on her, her little clit between my teeth gently pulling. At that instant, Samuel grabs Jaime by her hips from behind her and pulls her so she is laying on top of me, our pussies one on top of the other like a pussy sandwich. Her stomach against mine. Our tits pressed against each other. "Now kiss each other while I dip in and out of you both," Samuel instructs, and Jaime looks deep into my eyes before she takes my face in her hands and sticks her tongue in my mouth, licking my lips and biting them. Samuel aligns our pussies, and then slips his cock into me for a few thrusts, then dips into Jaime for a few. We alternate moaning and longing for him, our pussies stretching to accommodate his huge stick. He fucks into me, and stays there, one hand on Jaime's back for support, the other rubbing and slapping her ass. Samuel is eyeing her ass, slapping it pink, when all of a sudden he spits on her asshole and with his finger, plunges deep into her ass. She lets out a loud moan, and screams his name. He fingers her asshole as he fucks into me, teasing my pussy with just the tip of his cock. Then Samuel pulls out, and bends down on his knees. He starts to lick up our pussies, starting from the bottom of mine to the top of hers and even her asshole. He moans an "Mmmm" noise, and keeps eating us. Jaime and I kiss even more passionately as he arouses us with his tongue. "I like the way you two taste, mixed together," Samuel says with our pussy juices in his mouth. Jaime and I moan together, our tongues intertwined. "Now I want you to taste me, and when I cum, I want you both to swallow some of me." Jaime and I sit up and drop off the bed onto our knees. Samuel stands and takes his cock in his hand. He slaps my cheek and then Jaime's tongue with his cock, and then sticks it deep into Jaime's red mouth. She looks up at him with her green eyes, her blonde wavy hair trailing down her back. She looks fucking hot taking a cock in her mouth like that. She takes his cock in her hand and takes it out of her mouth, putting it between us. I lick the top while she moves down to Samuel's balls, licking them, sucking on them and cradling them in her hands. We both lick up the sides of his shaft, looking up at him and he closes his eyes tight with pleasure. We take turns choking on his cock, our eyes filling with tears, our spit becoming more viscous. We suck and suck, holding his cock in our hands and jamming it into the other one's mouth. We see how far down our throats we can go, and giggle that I am able to deep throat it but Jaime can't. We make out with his cock, and each other, and start to feel his cock grow and bubble, about to explode. He starts to taste salty, as a spurt of precum comes out. "I'm going to cum, open your pretty little mouths," Samuel beathes heavily and takes his cock in his hand, pumping it up and down pointing at us. Jaime and I squeeze our hands together, waiting for the warm load to hit our tongues. Samuel emits a loud moan and a steady, thick, white stream of cum shoots out of his cock at our faces. It hits us in the face, on our tongues and drips down to our cleavages. He grips his dick tighter and squeezes all his cum out, moaning and shaking with pleasure at what we just did for him. "Lick my cum off each other," he says, as he sits down on the bed and watches us. Jaime pounces on me and licks his cum off my tits, off my lips and my cheeks. I do the same to her until we are both clean and swallowing his warm liquid. "Now you're both going to make each other cum," Samuel says, and he lays back on his bed, putting his hands behind his head breathing a satisfactory sigh. "You don't want to help?" I ask seductively, but Samuel shakes his head. "I want to watch." Jaime pushes me onto my back, so I am laying on the soft plush carpet. She spreads my legs wide and dips her head down in between them. She licks up my pussy, even though it is so wet already. She takes just the tip of her tongue and teases my clit, wiggling it around and lightly caressing it, like a feather. I twitch and moan at the pleasure she brings. She takes her hand up and slowly sticks her pointer finger inside my warm, mushy pussy. "Becca, so wet," she murmurs, and sucks me up. "Why haven't we done this before?" She asks, as she continues to finger fuck me. I spread my legs wider to let her in deeper and arch my back, this is ecstasy. From the shower earlier in the night, to the fucking from Samuel, to now, I know I am about to explode. I brace my legs and squeeze my tits, my head thrashing in pure pleasure. "I am going to cum, Jai!" I moan passionately, my pussy starting to pulse and quiver. She laps at me with more vigor and sucks at my pussy lips as if she is giving it a hickey. I grind my hips around like I am fucking her face. The volcano in my pussy is about to explode. I am going to cum right in her mouth, all over her finger and tongue. "Cum Becca, let me drink it up," she coaxes, and I fall to pieces. I scream in delight as my whole body convulses, my pussy squeezing and oozing warm and wet. I cum in waves, my body twitching and shaking, my pussy squishing on her tongue. Satisfied with her work, she slowly sits up and I pounce on her, licking and sucking on her lips and tongue so I can taste my pussy juice on her mouth. That was so fucking hot. Now it's my turn to make her cum. "Lay on your stomach," I tell her, and she follows. She lays down on her stomach, and puts her arms down by her side. I pick up her right leg and bend it in a right angle, but keep her left leg straight so I can get a good angle of her pussy in my mouth. I don't just want her pussy. I want her anus too. I lay on my stomach as well, and put my face in between her legs. I have her pussy and her asshole right in front of me. I stick my tongue out and slowly lick up from the bottom of her pussy, up to the middle of it, up to the area between her pussy and anus, up to her anus. She shakes in surprise when I lick her anus. She turns down to look at me. "You don't need to lick my ass, Becca," she says apologetically. "I want to," I say, and for some reason, I really do. She lays back down and I go back to work, swirling my fat pink tongue around her juicy pussy, and poking it in and out of her ass hole. I spread her ass cheeks and tongue fuck her anus, then spread her cheeks again and lightly flick my tongue on it to tease her. I see how wet it makes her. I am going to make her cum. She spreads her legs wider to let me in from behind, and I get in deep. I use my fingers to brush her clit and I stick a finger in her ass like Samuel did. He is still watching us from the bed. I look up and I see him jacking off to us. It makes me feel sexy. I take my finger out of her ass and poke it into her pussy instead. I add two more fingers into her pussy and start licking only her ass. "Becca, that feels so FUCKING good," she moans, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her asshole opening up, proving to me how good of a job I am doing. I lick the rim of her asshole and finger her pussy, in and out, licking and sucking, spitting and teasing until I know she is about to cum. She spreads her legs even wider, and her moans mount in intensity. I stick four fingers in her pussy and stick my tongue in her ass, right when she is about to burst with cum, I replace my tongue in her ass with fingers from my other hand and she goes wild. Her body shaking, her pussy contracting and squeezing on my fingers. I feel her tightness and wetness. She pushes my fingers out of her and breaths heavily, lying on the floor. I turn her onto her back and stick my fingers in her mouth that were in her pussy. She looks into my eyes, batting her eyelashes as she sucks her taste off my fingers. "That was amazing," she says to me, raising her hand to caress my face. "Yes, it was. How would you girls like to join the ranks and work as my newest escorts?" Samuel pipes in. We had forgotten he was there. Jaime and I burst out laughing as we roll around on the floor together. "No thanks," Jaime says, and we stand up. "Why not?" Samuel asks, a hurt look crossing his face. "Because we are going to lock ourselves in our apartment and never come out again!" I say. Jaime and I run into the kitchen, grab our clothes and get dressed. I know she is as eager as I am to get back to our place to try that out again. Fuck Brian. Fuck Samuel. I definitely got lucky tonight.