Storiesonline.net ------- Jill & Joan by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2006 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: Two women decide, after a few afternoon martinis, to investigate a rumor about a young man with a very big penis. They plan, scheme, and confront a young man at the local grocery store and lure him home with not unexpected results. Codes: mF cons het span exhib voy oral mastrb size squirt ------- Copyright© 2006 "I tell you I heard them talking about him," the short-haired brunette named Jill, told her best friend, Joan. "He's only a kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen." "That's awfully young. He's jailbait," said the lighter, long-haired, Joan. "That only applies to young girls, silly," Jill scoffed, knowingly. "I don't know, Jill. They sent that school teacher to jail, remember?" "Well, she corrupted a child's morals. We're talking about a full grown man, Joan." "Full grown... maybe, but a man... I have my doubts. And he's so skinny... oh, and his face is covered with zits." "Shut up!" Jill laughed, and then said, "Really Joan, you have such a negative attitude." "You think?" "Yes, I really do think so." "But, Jill, he's so young." In a taunting tone, Jill replied, "But Joan, he's so... hung." "We don't know that for a fact," Joan countered. "That's the whole idea... to find out." "But it puts us in a very dangerous position," Joan said, persisting in her argument. "I mean, what if he rejects us? What if it gets back to our husbands?" "You have a point there," Jill said as her mind raced over the potential possibilities. The two women continued to discuss him the rest of the afternoon over martinis. 'Him' evolved from the skinny-kid, to big foot, to the child prodigy, as they giggled and drank their way through the afternoon, until shortly before their husbands were expected home. "Tomorrow," Joan said, "tomorrow we'll talk about this some more." Jill was both surprised and pleased that Joan had steered the topic to the top of their subjects for the following day, and after giving her close friend the usual buss on the cheek, saw her off to her own home three doors down the street. ------- The next day, after the second martini had been consumed, Jill raised the subject of how to entice the skinny-kid to show them his wares. "We could ask him to strip and play with it while we watched," Joan suggested after giggling insensibly for a minute or more. Jill knew no young man would oblige two older women with such a silly request, and that it would take much more enticement to get him to show them his manhood and then some. But she decided to humor Joan, for she wanted nothing less than to feel the reputed battering ram inside her pussy. In fact, she had grown wet sitting there thinking about it. "Aw, c'mon Joan, you want to ask the kid to strip and jerk off while we watch?" "Male strippers do it," Joan protested. "He's a kid. We don't even know if he's old enough to ask without the threat of going to prison for corrupting the morals of a minor. You know what happens to women in prison, don't you?" "I have some idea. I know it is not pleasant." "So, Jill said, "the first thing we have to do is find out how old he is." "I agree," Joan replied, feeling both a little giddy and a bit drunk. "Oh, Joan," Jill cried out. "Are you excited about our plan?" "I'm excited all right... but, what plan are you talking about?" "You know... our plan to seduce him; to see his dick. His cock. His prick. His wang... get him to masturbate for us." "Okay, okay," Joan laughed," I get the picture." "A very nice picture, isn't it?" Jill tittered, feeling the effect of the martinis herself. "Do you really think he'd go that far for us?" Joan asked, parting her legs, unintentionally providing Jill with a direct view of her lacy undies. "Why not? Jill said with an assurance she didn't really feel. "Really?" said Joan, as she frowned skeptically. "So you're thinking of approaching him in Harris Teeters, and simply asking him over here to take all his clothes off, and masturbate for us?" Jill turned her head from side to side, looking at her friend with a wicked spark of amusement in her eyes, daring the other to consent. "As I said," Jill smirked, "Why not?" Two martinis later, they had a semblance of a plan. They were no longer concerned about the possibility of their spouses finding out about their activity. As Jill put it, "He's not going to screw us silly; he's only going to show us his sizable weapon." To which Joan giddily added, "And jerk it off while we watch." "Right," Jill said, and followed with, "Maybe we'll get to touch it." "No way!" crowed Joan, who was beside herself with excitement, already imagining a series of obscenely lewd possibilities. None of which she would dare share with her friend. And so, three days later, on a lovely Saturday morning, with their respective spouses out playing a round of golf, the two women ventured into the Harris Teeters in search of the young man rumored to have a giant-sized cock. For the occasion, both had dressed somewhat seductively. Not the usual, black 'fuck me' cocktail dresses they both owned, and looked fantastic in, but with scooped out necklines, designed to reveal an abundance of their boobs if and when they bent over to select a low lying can of plum tomatoes, or the like. Jill teased Joan, who had much larger breasts than she, not to bend to low, for one of her boobs might just pop out in the store. Joan flushed bright red and asked if she should change her outfit. Jill calmed her down, and Joan relaxed after another martini. Both women wore mini skirts that ended some three inches above the knee. Jill had decided not to wear underwear. Joan on learning of this decision, adamantly insisted on wearing hers, but chose a filmy wisp of material in a hunter green thong, rather than her usual cotton panties. The ride to the Harris Teeters was uneventful until they started to park. Jill was driving and almost hit an elderly woman who was putting her groceries into her van as she pulled into the parking space beside her. Both Jill and Joan apologized profusely, and when assured the elderly woman had not been hurt, or her van damaged, they made for the groceries entrance. Jill tripped over her own feet ten steps into the store, and both began laughing inanely, as teenagers are wont to do for inexplicable reasons. After a minute, they realized they were starting to attract attention, and forced themselves to calm down. They spent several minutes in the produce section to make sure they had control of themselves before pushing a single, shared cart up one aisle and down the next, looking for their prey like hawks circling above in an azure colored sky. "I have to pee," Jill said in an aside to Joan. "Hold it for a while. Let's find him first," Joan counseled. "No, I'd better go now, or when we find him I won't be able to stand still." "All right, where's the restroom in this place?" "I don't know," Jill answered, "I've never been in this store before." "Aren't they all alike?" Joan asked. "No, I don't think so." Jill responded, but it was obvious that she was uncertain. "Let's ask someone," Joan suggested, and headed for a young man stocking shelves at the end of their aisle. "Excuse me," said Joan as they approached him. "Can you direct us to the restrooms?" "Um, turn around, go down the aisle, make a left and its right there. You'll see the restroom sign," he had never even glanced their way. The two women followed his directions, and were soon relieving themselves in adjoining stalls. "Jill, you think that was him?" "I don't know, maybe. There doesn't seem to be that many clerks on the floor. Did you notice that?" Wiping herself with a wad of paper, Joan said, "Maybe we should start with him when we leave, you think?" "Why not?" Jill replied, "It's as good a starting point as any." Their "prey" was reaching up to place a can of soup on an upper shelf when they turned down his aisle. Jill nudged Joan's arm, signaling her that she would take the initiative. That was fine with Joan. "Excuse me," Jill said to the young man who still had his arms fully extended. Be right with you, lady," he said, his voice seemed to change pitch with every other syllable. "Can't let these cans fall, not from this height, they might split and make a terrible mess." "Take your time," Jill told him, using the opportunity to scrutinize his thin frame. 'If he's hung like a horse, it's the only meat on him, ' she told herself. The thin youth finished, and with his arms at his sides, gave his full attention to the two women standing next to him. Jill had used the time to lean forward, ostensibly checking a price on the lower shelf. Of course, her intention was to expose her breasts almost to the nipple. Being a normal teenager, the thin youth gawked down her front. Jill, on rising up, made certain not to make eye contact with him, for fear of embarrassing him, and so it was that she took notice of the three cartons he had yet to stock on the shelf. She paid particular attention to the bottom carton. "Oh, yes," she said, noting that Joan was fixated on his crotch. Sadly, he didn't have an erection that Jill could see. "Do you know where the red beans are located?" Jill asked, finishing her sentence. "Yes'um," he responded, brightening somewhat. "I'll be opening that bottom one there in just a moment. Joan took the opportunity to lean over to examine the carton of red beans, and with his eyes riveted to her chest, he moved quickly to the two boxes resting on top of the red beans, and moved them aside, then using his box-cutter, opened the carton of red beans. His eyes never left Joan's pendulous mammaries. "Help yourself, lady," he said, stepping back, but still leering down the front of her blouse, while Joan slowly selected three cans of beans from the carton. "I need some too," Jill blurted, although she was now worried about frightening him off. The angry glance from Joan reinforced her concerns, but she through caution to the wind and bent forward to select several cans of red beans for herself. The teen's eyes fastened on her somewhat smaller breasts like a magnet to a refrigerator door. With seven cans of red beans in their basket and nothing else, Jill looked at her wristwatch and exclaimed," My God, Joan, we're already late for the meeting." Joan, having no idea what Jill was talking about, gave her a blank look. The thin teen was still staring at Joan's breasts, seeming mesmerized by their shape and size. "We have to leave now!" Jill said, feigning being exasperated by the timing of it all. She waited until he knelt down to pick a few cans from the carton to place on the lower shelf, and then placed her left foot up onto the shopping cart, and then looked down at him and said, "Young man, could you possibly do me a great favor? When he glanced up he found himself looking right up her skirt... the teen caught a glimpse of dark curly hair in the dark recesses of her crotch. He was lost and confused. Undaunted, Jill kept rambling. "We have a very important commitment for which it appears we're already late. What time do you get off work today?" He glanced at his own watch, and said "about forty-five minutes from now." Jill was scribbling furiously on a small pad, hoping her words were legible. "Here," she said, handing him a sheet she had just torn off the pad, "My address." "Huh?" he replied, totally befuddled. His eyes were darting from her crotch to her hand, and she realized he needed her assistance. Slowly lowering her foot, she took a step away, and faked a need to look in her purse, thereby removing her crotch from his view; she gave him precious seconds to recover his wits. Thinking he had had sufficient time to regain a semblance of composure, Jill leaned down to him and pushing her breasts into his face, she said, "Here's twenty dollars. I want you to deliver these beans to my home... my address is on the paper there," she pointed to it. "Can you read it?" "Um, yes, yes I can," he said, still thoroughly confused, but showing certain signs of a fast growing excitement along his pant leg. 'He dresses to the right, ' Joan thought, growing even more excited. 'It's going to work. Jill's hooked him!' and she grew giddy at the thought. "Good," said Jill, "we'll be there around that time. Just ring the bell, the door will be open. I can't thank you enough, bye now!" And just like that the two women walked out of Harris Teeters, got into Jill's Mazda convertible, and drove home to a couple of victorious stiff martinis. ------- Joan and Jill chatted excitedly as they closed the curtains and shifted some furniture around so that they could view him from anywhere in the room. As they finished with their preparations, Joan cautioned Jill not to be too impetuous for fear of scaring him off. "He's a young thing..." Joan started to say, but Jill interrupted her, singing out, "and cannot leave his Mo-uth-orrr! Tra La!" They were both laughing and trying to sip their martinis when the doorbell rang. "It's open," Joan called out nervously. He remained outside, and rang the bell again. "He's nervous," Jill said. "I'm more nervous than he is," Joan countered. "Maybe so," jill said, and got up to answer the door, and escorted him into the living room. "Um, where can I put these?" he asked, holding a bag full of red beans. "The kitchen counter will be fine," Jill told him, and followed him into the kitchen. "Nice place," he said, trying to be casual, as he set the bag down on the counter. In fact, he was almost terrified of the two women devouring him with their eyes. For a second or two he envisioned them as predatory vampires out for his blood. He had no idea how close he was to the real reason they had brought him there. He stood awkwardly before them, his face already turning pink as his head bobbed nervously up and down. "What's your name?" Joan asked, having decided to do so earlier, on her second martini. 'It's the least I can do, ' she told herself. Jill's eyebrows rose in surprise at Joan's question. Not that there was anything wrong with the question. It was perfectly normal, but to hear it come from Joan's lips when all along she had professed to be so apprehensive about him. "Um, Norm," he said as he shuffled his feet. In Jill's living room, he appeared even thinner to her than he had in the Harris Teeters. Jill proceeded according to her plan, flashing a great deal of leg in his direction. She was startled to catch Joan leaning forward and providing yet another visual of her ample breastworks. Norm stood riveted to the spot. It took a moment, but finally Jill went into action, thinking 'better now than never, ' and said, "Norm how would you like to make a hundred dollars for about fifteen minutes work?" "Wow!" he said, then took a deep breath, which Jill took as a subconscious affirmation. "Wh... what do I have to do?" "This may sound strange, but there are two requests we have to make of you." "Uh huh," he said dully. "What exactly?" "What I say next remains a secret between the three of us. Can we agree to that first?" "A secret, huh?" "Yes. You will never tell a soul what I am going to ask of you." "Okay, that sounds easy enough. But hey, I ain't gonna do nothing illegal." Joan's face dropped and she almost began to cry, fearing he would refuse them. Quickly, Jill spat out, "There's nothing illegal involved; nothing any young man wouldn't give his right arm for. At least I think so." "So," Norm said, "What's so secret about delivering some red beans?" "It has nothing to do with red beans," Jill told him. Joan immediately repeated, "Nothing to do with the beans, nothing." "Then what is it?" "We want to watch you masturbate," Jill told him. "What!" Norm gasped, not believing his ears. "We want to watch you jerk yourself off," she said, emphasizing the fact by using her own hand to demonstrate exactly what she was asking him to do. "What... why?" "One hundred dollars. Is that reason enough?" "This is crazy," Norm said, and turned to leave. With a semblance of urgency in her voice that she could not believe herself, Jill shouted at his back, "You can suck my tits, too!" Norm stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't the smartest kid in school, but he was far from the dumbest. "Can I play with hers too?" he asked, nodding toward Joan. "Yes," Jill said, not daring to look at Joan who was astonished at his request. "Well then... I guess it's all right. Um, what do I do?" Jill took over, telling him to stand in the middle of the room. He followed her instructions, but had a questioning look about him. "Is there a problem?" Jill inquired. "Um. I... usually sit when I do this, ' he told them. "But we won't be able to see you if you do, ' Jill replied, her voice was softer, more persuasive, and he nodded in understanding. "I guess I can do it this way as well," he said, his voice dropping lower, than escalating an octave higher. Joan squirmed around on the couch, fighting the urge to touch herself as Norm kicked his open sneakers off, padded to the center of the room in stocking'd feet, and then opened his pants. But before they fell to the floor, Joan called out, "Please... remove your shirt!" The youth was a bit self-conscious about his thin frame and hesitated. "The money, remember the money," Jill said quietly. Norm nodded in understanding, and slowly tugged his black T-shirt over his head and draped it over a nearby arm chair. 'He's so scrawny, ' Joan thought, as she took in his smooth, hairless, skeletal chest. 'He's so thin, he reminds me of an eel, ' Jill said to herself, as he slipped his jeans off and placed them on top of his T-shirt. Norm's ribs were clearly defined, and his nipples stood out in stark contrast against his pallid skin. Things did not look all that promising to the two women as they stared at his lean frame. But then, what they really wanted to see was his gigantic member, still hidden under his boxer shorts. So they said nothing, but glanced at each other, and waited patiently for the unveiling. He faced them, his face glowing bright red, as the women bent forward in anticipation, eyes keenly locked on the now obvious bulging pouch of his underwear. "C'mon, Jill said quietly, "let that snake out!" "You... you said I could... you know..." Jill sputtered, "You mean you want to..." "Yeah," he said, "you said I could suck your titties." "You did say that, Jill," Joan threw in, earning her a derisive look from her coconspirator. "As did you, Joan," she replied with a scornful tone, and then she bared her breasts to his view. He quickly approached her and knelt in front of her as Jill placed her hand on the back of his neck and drew him to her nipple. Norm sucked away feveredly, providing Jill with a pleasant sensation, for while her husband liked playing with her boobs, Norm's tentative, but innocent enthusiasm was unlike anything she could recall. She guided his mouth to her other breast, and behind his head waved to Joan, telling her to strip down for him too. Joan nodded and removed her top and was reaching behind her back to unfasten her clasp, when Norm abandoned Jill's breasts and turned toward Joan. "Now you!" he cried out, and fumbled his way across the room to kneel before Joan's large pair of boobs. Joan opened her bra and peeled it off. A split-second later, Norm buried his face between her tits and ran his hand up under her skirt. Joan shrieked in surprise as his hand found its way to her crotch and nuzzled her panty-clad pussy even as he found her left nipple and bit lightly on it. "Oh!" Joan squawked, "It's not supposed to be this way!" Jill was up from the couch and grabbed hold of Norm's shoulder. "Easy, big boy," she called out, and after getting his attention, pried him away from Joan, steering him back to the center of the room. "You've had your fun," she told him, "now let's see you do your thing, huh?" Without another word one way or another, Norm's hands slid down his hips, catching the waist of his underwear in his fingers he bent forward. When he straightened a second later, his underwear was around his boney ankles, and two sets of eyes zoomed in on his erection. "Oh my," Joan exclaimed, "he really is big." "But to Jill's more practiced eye, this was clearly not the case. She wondered briefly just how well Joan's husband, Brad was hung. Norm's pecker was about six inches in length, nothing to be ashamed of, by any means. But certainly not long enough to warrant a major reputation as a well hung stud, sought after by half the women in the city. She decided then and there not to tell Joan they had selected the wrong cocksman. "Show me your balls!" Joan shouted, clapping her hands excitedly. He gave her a curious look, nodded, and pulled his dick upward as Joan scooted over to him and kneeling before him, blew lightly on his testicles. Norm looked down at her in amazement. "Make it jump!" Jill called out and he let go of it and tightening his scrawny buttocks, caused it to jerk in mid-air, delighting both women. "Can... can I touch it?" Joan asked him. Norm shook his head, granting her request, and Joan carefully rested a finger on top of his erection and pressed down -- pushing his cock downward as far as it would go before he started to lean forward, sucking air between clenched teeth before she released it. When it sprang back to slap against his stomach, Jill howled with laughter. Joan, mystified by this, repeated the process and joined Jill in the laughter as his resilient dick bounced back again like a rubber ball thrown against a wall. Joan moved aside as Jill joined her on the floor in front of poor Norm. Licking her lips in anticipation, and with an obscene grin, she pulled back what remained of his foreskin and fully revealed its glistening head. "Wow!" Joan sighed, for she had never before laid eyes on an uncircumcised cock. Jill ran her thumb over the slightly parted slit at the peak of his cockhead, and then using another finger squeezed it lightly forcing a drop of precum from the slit as it opened wider from the pressure. Norm moaned, and his dick pulsed, jumping in mid-air. "He's got a lovely one, don't you think?" Joan asked of Jill. "Yes, he does," Jill responded, distracted by the closeness of his member to her mouth. She thought about taking him into her mouth, but quickly abandoned the idea with Joan present. 'Another time, perhaps, ' she told herself. She turned away from him to face Joan. "What shall we have him do?" she inquired. "Let him jerk off," Joan quickly responded, unconsciously squeezing her right breast. "All right then, go ahead, Norm, whack off for us." "Now?" "It's one hundred dollars, Norm. Go for it." With his face bearing a look of discomfort, he took hold of himself and began a slow stroking. Jill got up, retrieved a bath towel, and laid it out in front of his toes. Joan told him to stop, which he did immediately, and then she rearranged his legs, spreading them apart. "I want to see your balls swing," she said in an aside to Jill. Norm closed his eyes, and resumed his masturbating, which caught Jill off guard. She had assumed that he would focus on them, or rather their tits, as he got himself off. She wondered, 'Who was he thinking of as he jacked away?' A minute passed by without Norm opening his eyes again. Joan slithered up to him and reached forward with her index finger, and caught a droplet of precum before it was smeared with its preceding brethren, and thrust the finger between her lips with a soft slurp. "What?" Jill exclaimed in shocked surprise. She hadn't thought Joan capable of such an act. 'Such an erotic act, ' she thought. Joan flushed, and turned to face Jill. "Sorry about that," she said with no trace of remorse. "I just had to do it." And then brazenly added, "He tastes good, Jill." Norm had stoically watched without protest while Joan had tasted him, and when Jill beckoned to him, still pulling on his stiff dick, he moved to her. Jill gently pried his hand away from his member and closed her hand around his shaft, giving him two rapid strokes, and then stopping to squeeze him. A drop of precum oozed out and with no hesitation, Jill scooped it up and brought it to her mouth. "You're right Joan; he does have a nice taste." That said she let him drop from her hand. He stood motionless before them. Jill stunned Joan with her next words. "Want me to give you a blowjob, Norm?" Norm's legs sagged in surprise. He couldn't find the words to answer her. Joan found her voice though, and croaked, "You can't be serious?" Ignoring Joan, Jill asked Norm a second time. "Do you?" "Um, yeah," he said, finally recovering his ability to speak. "Good," Jill said and after licking her lips, she sent her pink tongue gliding over his corona. Norm's knees locked as his toes curled upward off the floor, and his eyes closed. Jill tossed Joan a lascivious grin, pursed her lips and lowered them against the head of Norm's cock. She kissed him, circling his head with her tongue, pecking his blind eye as if trying to burrow there. "Oh, my God!" Joan exclaimed, putting her hands over her mouth, as if horrified. Slowly, Jill's pressured lips slid down his shaft; her tongue rhythmically flicking the underside of his livid member, until he touched the back of her tonsils, or the place where her tonsils had once resided. Joan looked on, her thumb unconsciously caressing her left nipple. A moment later, her right hand moved discreetly down to rub her mons. Norm groaned as Jill's mouth sucked upon him, providing him with a marvelous new experience. Her mouth became a vacuum, sucking voraciously for a good fifteen seconds, and then she pulled back slowly, until only his cockhead remained between her lips. Joan dropped to her knees and moved closer to the pair in the center of the room. Her hand wandered under her skirt and unseeing fingers found their way to her center, and then began to caress her outer lips through her underwear. Jill's delicate fingers circled Norm's shaft with a gentle presence; stroking him then scraping her pointed nails along his flesh. He groaned and began to tremble. She dislodged his cock with a popping sound. Her wide eyes under dark lashes looked up at him, and she asked, "Are you all right? You're not going to fall on me are you?" "I'm... fine. No I won't fall, at least not yet." He stared down at her as she leaned in close; he made his cock muscles pulse. Jill purred with satisfaction on noting the fat, dark vein throbbing on the underside of his member. She blew her warm breath on his prick. He pushed his cock out closer to her face and Jill met it with her tongue, slurping him with it from the tip of his cock to his balls in one smooth, fluid stroke. Joan's fingers having shoved her panties to the side started rubbing herself, not caring if the others noticed. She groaned aloud when her palm pressed firmly against her mons, and followed up by shifting her hand slightly and sending her index finger between her throbbing lips. Glancing furtively at Jill and Norm, she caught them both staring at her. Norms cock in Jill's hand, mere inches from her open, gaping mouth. Feeling helpless, Joan looked at them both pleadingly and sent a second finger in to join the first. "Ummmmm, your meat is delicious," Jill purred, wanting to distract him from abandoning her for Joan. But at the same time, she knew she was speaking the truth, for the succulence of his cock tingled exquisitely on her taste buds. However, Norm was staring raptly at Joan as she diddled herself, and so Jill curled her fingers about the cheeks of Norm's ass, and after squeezing them, stretched them, before administering a hearty slap. "Ouch!" Norm bellowed. "Slap, slap, slap." The sounds reverberated around the room. "What the fuck!" Then Jill was jerking him off, he shuddered, on the brink of coming, and she squeezed the base of his member and held firm, stalling his ejaculation for the moment. "Ohhh shit!" Joan yelped, excitedly massaging her pussy as her orgasm approached. Incredulous with the spectacle before him Norm sighed and watched first as Jill took him deep into her throat. He felt her lips against his pubic hair and realized that she was deep throating him! At the same time, Joan, using her thumbs, pried open the lips of her rosy labia, and peeled them back to expose her delicately frilled inner folds. He spied the erect clit now peeking out from its hood, and moaned. Joan squeezed him hard, trying to forestall his explosion. Joan tensed, arched her back. The muscles in her thighs bunched under her smooth skin. Her teeth were caught in her bottom lip, and she took a deep breath and absorbed the pungent odor drifting up from her own, succulent hole and then sent those same two fingers into her richly marinated cunt; and then squirted four successive torrents of juice as she came harder than she'd ever dreamed of doing in her life. Jill abandoned any further attempt at staving off Norm's orgasm. A line of drool crept from the corner of her mouth as her own excitement reached close to the highest level. She kneaded the mass of her right breast with one hand, punishing the nipple by pulling on it with incredible force, and sucking hard on the head of his pulsating cock. She took a second long slurp, in effect deep-throating him again, and off in the distance heard Joan saying, "I don't believe it. She took the whole thing!" Jill backed off a little, fluttered her tongue against the sensitive point where his corona flared out from the stalk, and the fat vein pulsed on the underside of his hot purple knob. She could actually feel his sperm boiling in his balls. Taking him from her mouth, she asked, "How'm I doin' Norm?" "Great," he managed, after taking several seconds to compose himself. She lifted his balls, licked the undersides. She heard his teeth grating, felt him sway before her, and glanced up. His face was so contorted that he took on the guise of a depraved maniac. Jill began to bob up and down on him, fondling his balls as she compressed her lips tighter about him. Off in the distance, she heard Joan gasping and crying out, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" and realized that her friend was fingering herself to another orgasm. Feeling silly about the whole thing, Jill had to compose herself to quell a fit of laughter she knew was coming. She pulled Norm from her mouth, and turned her head toward Joan, and the laughter overcame her as she saw Joan's beet red face matched the color of her cunt as she furiously rammed her fingers in and out. Jill turned back to Norm's throbbing member, noted that it was covered with saliva. Her saliva! She absorbed him once again, this time twisting her head from side to side, rotating on his appendage, until he was fully lodged in her throat, and her lips down to the root of his prick; her nose in his pubic hair. Slowly she pulled back until only the tip of his prick was still stuck in her pliable mouth. "Come," she purred into the throbbing slit of his one-eyed monster. Norm grunted. His hands slid down onto her shoulders, holding her steady as he humped, fucking into her mouth. As he pushed forwards, her head went down to meet him, engulfing all of his cock, so that he was buried to the balls in her sweet sucking mouth. His balls expanded mightily. Then they exploded. Jill gave a little gasp when she felt his cock pulse, quickly followed by a fusillade of sperm. Her head flew up and down as ropes of his white, salty liquid filled her mouth so fast that she couldn't contain it and some overflowed through her tightly pursed lips. Jill gulped down a mouthful, and then, holding most of Norm's next torrent in her mouth, pulled Joan close to her, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. Jill's tongue forced its way into Joan's unsuspecting mouth and once Joan opened, she spat a huge glob of his sperm into Joan's mouth, and backed away, swallowing the residue, and then began laughing hysterically. Norm looked at them sheepishly. Joan coughed violently to clear her throat of a glob that refused to be swallowed, spitting it out onto the carpet. "Why did you do that?" "I wanted to share it with you," Jill responded. "You told me you loved his taste earlier, remember?" Then she looked up at Norm, and with a broad smile on her face, asked, "Was that as good for you as it was for us?" He nodded his head, at a loss for words. "Would you visit us again if we invited you?" Norm's face grew red, but then brightened with a grin. "That'd be cool." Jill handed him a towel to clean himself off, then changed her mind and took care of it herself, meticulously wiping down his saliva-coated cock, and running the towel down his thighs. They sat bare-breasted and watched him dress himself, before thanking him by rubbing his head into their respective breasts. It was Joan, who eventually showed him to the door. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-09-07 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------