Both at the same time

I walked over behind both stretched out women. The thick and curvy Brooke in a tank top and spandex shorts, and the long and thin Claire in a tank top and black leggings. Both women were sexy in their own ways.

I said, “Both of you look incredibly pretty and ridiculously sexy.” I placed my hand on their lower backs. “Do you mind if I see who feels sexier?”

Brooke jiggled her thick ass, “Feel away. This is an easy win for me.”

“I’m not backing down,” said Claire, confidently.

I slid my hands down to their asses. I rubbed each, then squeezed. Brooke with the powerful booty. Claire with the toned firm ass. Groping. Both of them watching me in the mirror for my reaction. I took full advantage of the situation.

My hand moved from their ass cheeks to in between their stretched out legs. I rubbed their pussies through the thin material. Each girl sighed. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Pleasing two women at the same time. I’d come a long way in three days.

I rubbed and watched. They closed their eyes and ground themselves against me.

Claire was the first to lower her leggings and underwear. Brooke quickly followed. The challenge was a lot for my newly acquired skills. Two hands on two different pussies bit facing the different way than what I was used to.

I tried my best. Parting their lips. Feeling their warm wet interiors. Searching for her clits. Each girl wanted different things, and had no shame in directing me to what they wanted.

Brooke: two fingers slipping in and out as deep as they could go. My thumb pressing on her asshole the whole time.

Claire: two fingers on her clit, rubbing in a very specific motion that she guided me through with her own hand on top of mine.

It took all my concentration and focus. It was harder work than cleaning out the barn in the morning.

Claire looked at Brooke. Their eyes locked. Lips bit. “Want to see who tastes better?”

“Yesss.”

Not afraid to admit my naivety, I said, “I’ve never done that before.”

“Have you eaten soft serve ice cream out of a cone before?”

“Yes.”

“Do that. Gentle sucks and licks. We’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

“ABCs on my clit,” Claire begged.

“If you rim my asshole, I’ll be your slave,” Brooke offered.

I squatted down and looked up at the two wet pussies. Maggie was right: everyone looks different.

I cracked my neck and went to work. Buried my face. My stretching tongue lapping at them. Their taste filling my throat. Each girl directed me, using me like I was their sex toy to get them to orgasm. Cumming all my face and moaning in front of the mirror.

Their praise was reward enough, but I don’t think my neck has every been the same. I sat back on the hardwood floor, my shirt soaked with their arousal. They pulled up their pants and looked down at me.

It was their turn to tag team me. I imagined them both sucking my dick at the same time. Taking turns riding me. I was due for a scheduled break after that neck-bending work.

The studio door opened. Lynn’s voice yelled over the music, “Hey Gopher! Tessa needs help at the sports shed. Let’s do.”

Both gymnast and dancer frowned. “We’ll have to decide a winner later. I know I’m the better lover.”

I scheduled a threesome in my calendar. These two were going to wreck me. I jogged off to the sports shed, hoping my breath didn’t smell too much like pussy. That might make the beefy Aussie jealous.