I’ve always had a close group of female friends. Strictly platonic. But when they found out I was hung they wanted to practice deepthroating me…Part 2. [25M/23F/24F] [Power Play] [Rough and Sloppy Oral] [Size Difference] [Teasing] [Fingering] [Nipple Play] [Undressing] [Banter] [Friendly Bickering]
Jen’s lips were still locked around my cock when Leah elbowed her aside.
“Okay, c’mon lemme get a taste.” She removed her hand from her yoga shorts, wrapping it around the base of my shaft while she dove straight into throating me. Unlike with Jen, she barely even warmed up. There was no teasing, no flicking my swollen cockhead with her tongue, no light sucking. Nope. It was straight to that beautiful GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK as she began replacing Jen’s webs of spit with her own.
“Oh, fuck,” I sank deeper into the couch, leaning back so that Leah had as much room as possible to work her apparent magic.
I closed my eyes briefly, sinking into the lovely, filthy sounds emanating from my friend’s mouth. When I opened them, I saw Jen staring slack-jawed at Leah. Then she rolled her eyes and let out a small huff, “Goddammit, Leah, you always have to one-up me.”
Leah glanced towards Jen, but didn’t stop sucking. She was moving so quickly that her fiery strands were already beginning to break free from the loose bun atop her head. I wrapped my hand around it, both keeping it in place and using it as leverage to help push Leah deeper along my shaft.
While my red-headed friend was busily slobbering away, I could see that Jen was feeling a little left out. Apparently eager for some attention, she stood up, turned away from me, and began slowly rolling her black leggings down from her waist to her ass. She looked over her shoulder as she revealed the olive green thong clasped between her tanned asscheeks.
“You’ve seen it in a swimsuit, but never in a thong, huh?” She purred teasingly as she shook her hips back and forth. She left her leggings bunched just below the bottom curve of her backside, ensuring that both lovely cheeks were held up and out.
With one hand still helping Leah work like a bobblehead on my cock, my other dashed greedily towards Jen’s ass. I grabbed it, kneaded it, cupped it, and smacked it. Jen slid against my hand, gently moving her hips until my fingers dipped between her thighs. At first I simply teased the cotton of her thong–clearly wet–but eventually I hooked my index finger around it and pulled it aside.
I began to tease Jen’s opening, drawing my index and middle finger back in a “come hither” motion. She did precisely that, falling to her knees and scooching backwards so that I could push my fingers inside her. She positioned her ass directly against Leah’s cheek. Leah was busy trying to bury her nose into my abdomen. She was getting close, but couldn’t quite fit the last inch or so of my dick.
When Leah noticed Jen’s ass pressing against her face, she turned her head to the side, allowing my cock to press hard against the inside of her cheek.
“Whew,” she came up for air, letting my spit-slick shaft bounce against her tongue. Then she playfully bit Jen’s ass, eliciting a high-pitched yelp.
“Knock it off Leah,” Jen glared over her shoulder. “Can’t you see I’m tryin’ to get fingerfucked?”
“What you’re trying to do is hog all the attention. Per usual.” Leah tapped my cock against her cheek, creating a slick spot that began to smear her foundation.
Squish, squish squish.
Jen was humping my hand now and I could feel her dripping into my palm. She began to moan more wildly, her whimpering reaching a high-pitch as she slid over my knuckles.
Leah kept tapping my cock against her cheek, keeping it hard, but I could tell she was thinking about something. After a few seconds, she stopped tapping and smirked at me. “Hey Quinn, wanna see my tits?”
I stared at her dumbly, “Do I really need to answer that question?”
She giggled, crossing her arms across her chest and slowly lifting her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra–her pale, plump tits fell free, bouncing lightly against my thighs. She scooted up to me, shifting her waist gently to bat her breasts against my cock. “Like ‘em?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I slid my hand from between Jen’s thighs, eliciting a disappointed whine. But I had business to attend to, like squeezing Leah’s tits around my cock.
“God,” she said, “my tits are pretty big but you’re huge.” She leaned forward, sucking the tip of my cock while I teased her nipples.
Eventually, Jen’s face appeared near Leah’s shoulder. She leaned in close to Leah’s chest and snapped playfully at the redhead’s breast.
“Ouch! What the fuck, Jen?!”
“You did it to me first!”
“I’m sure your ass is way less sensitive than my tits!”
As amusing as it was to see the girls bicker, my dick was going unsucked, which was a grave problem.
“Hey Jen, if you want some attention, why don’t you show Leah up,” I pointed towards my cock, which had fallen to the side, leaving a sticky spot of saliva and precum on my upper thigh.
She shook her ass, bumping Leah aside, and smiling at me, “Oh now you wanna get demanding.” She started sucking me off energetically, clearly pushing against her gag reflex almost immediately. Drool poured down her chin. Her eyes darted up at me, clearly looking for signs of approval.
“I know you can get deeper than that,” I stretched my heels behind her and pushed on her ass, encouraging her to be more adventurous.
Leah smiled mischievously, “Don’t worry, I can help push the little slut, Quinn.”
She positioned herself behind Jen, pushing her breasts against her back, and grabbed hold of her head. Taking control, Leah began managing Jen’s rhythm, pushing her faster, harder, and deeper into my lap.
Jen’s eyes went wide at first, then she squeezed them tight as a thick slab of drool hung between her chin and my balls.
“Fuck, that’s better. Roll her top up, Leah.”
Leah did as she was told, pulling up Jen’s v-neck and so that our friend’s smaller, perky tits popped free.
The living room filled with that distinct, wonderful GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK again, but this time it was far louder and more intense. I could feel Jen’s throat tensing around me. It was obvious how much she was physically struggling to swallow me down. Leah wrapped her forearm around Jen’s throats–which was bulging now–and her other hand in Jen’s messy blonde hair.
“Keep it up, fuck, keep it up. This is gonna make me cum.”
“Hear that Jen,” Leah licked at Jen’s earlobe, “you’re gonna make Quinn cum. Are you ready to swallow his sperm?”
She could only respond with, “MMPH, GLUCK, MMM–aaa—mmph.”
“Do it, Quinn. Make her taste it.”
I clutched the crown of Jen’s head, squeezing, flexing my forearm. I nearly had my balls to her chin when I came. I could feel her gag immediately as my semen poured into her throat. It was pulse after pulse after sticky fucking pulse as I emptied my balls into her stomach. She snorted, pushing some cum out of her nose which dripped down to her upper lip.
Roughly, Leah pulled Jen back, finally giving her the opportunity to inhale deeply–between the web of cum in her throat. Then my redheaded friend plunged onto my still shuddering cock, looking up at me as she swirled her tongue around my sensitive tip. I grabbed her skull with both hands and began humping her face.
“Fuck, fuck, yeah, clean me up.”
Leah did as she was told, sucking me deeply and–once I let go of her head–pulling back to rapidly lick every inch of my softening cock. Her tongue slurped up semen, Jen’s spit, and Jen’s tears. She finished with a final hard suck around my tip, pulling off with a loud POP and an audible, “AH.”
Jen was still catching her breath. Her eyes moved between us, “Christ, that was intense.”
“And hot,” Leah added.
“Very,” I agreed.
“Oh shit! Wait!” Leah exclaimed, crawling around on her hands and knees looking for something. “I wanted to text Holly!”
“Text her what?!” I said, my mind slowly clearing from the horny haze.
“A pic! Shit, but your dick’s deflating.” She glanced around, directing her camera at me, then Jen. After a moment of consideration, she turned to Jen, “Make a nice big ‘O’ with your mouth and pose next to Quinn's cock."
Jen was a total mess–spit smeared across her forehead, hair matted with sweat, a glaze of cum across her cheek–but she did as she was told, smiling as she pressed in close to my still hefty, if flaccid, cock.
“Perfect!” Leah snapped the pic.
“Wait. Don’t send that! Who is that for?!” Jen looked embarrassed.
“Holly!”
“Holly?!” We both exclaimed in unison.
“Yep. I’m telling her that we just got done sucking your MASSIVE dick.”
I suddenly felt myself blushing, “I mean, if you think–”
“Sent!”