Doggy-style

“Doggy Style,” he said, holding his breath, praying to the lords that he was right.

There was a certain pause in tension, “Final answer?” the blonde asked him.

If he was wrong, he was wrong. It wasn’t the first time he had seen their tits and it wouldn’t be the last but he still very much wanted to get this right.

“Final Answer.”

Winter was looking at Miranda too, waiting to find out herself if she would be taking off her bra. Creating more tension by waiting so long to reveal, Miranda finally turned to face Winter, “You can keep that bra on, he’s wrong,” she then looked back at Mark, “Strip.”

Mark’s cock had reached full mast inside his briefs. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn’t be seeing anything tonight, the only thing it was getting is the coldness of the chilly night air.

“Damn it, did Devon get that question right? How far did he get?” he asked, delaying the strip.

“Nope, he had to strip naked too, we saw his willy before he ever saw our tits,” Winter told him, “That was as far as he ever got.”

“You girls never met up with him again?”

“I mean… we were going to, we had it planned the following week but then the whole liquor store fiasco happened and neither of us talked to each other for a long time, let alone talk to Devon,” Miranda explained.

The timing couldn’t have been any worse for that poor kid but luckily for Mark, the two were unlikely to ruin their relationship for the second time in their lives with another store break-in.

“So what about me then? Any chance you have something planned for me as well?” he asked curiously, his hands waiting at the waistband of his briefs.

They both were smiling in a very guilty way, which was a dead giveaway of their answer. Winter very slowly nodded her head forward, “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“Alright no more small talk, show us your cock and get running,” Miranda giggled, definitely feeling the alcohol from across the night.

He had delayed the inevitable enough.

Mark didn’t waist anytime dropping his briefs down his body, revealing all his naked glory to the two busty girls. As they figured, he had a raging hard boner that was still trying to work out how to calm itself down.

They giggled and smirked, eyeing off his dick with eager eyes.

Holding his briefs and the rest of his clothes in his hands, Mark opened up his arms in front of them, “Open for business right now, ya know?”

He could see Winter biting down on her bottom lip, considering it at the very least but Miranda had a little more control of her urges, smiling but shaking her head in response.

“See you tomorrow…” the blonde smirked.

Mark sighed before shaking his pelvis around before leaving, giving the girls a bit of a show. He could hear their giggling once more as he opened up the tent and made his way outside.

“Oooh Jesus,” he exclaimed, feeling how cold the air was outside.

It may have dropped a few degrees since he was out here last. Luckily for him, nobody was in near by sight so he made it across to his tent fairly easily, unseen. Leaving the girls’ tent that night, Mark couldn’t get out the idea in his head of a threesome with these two stunners… Once just an impossible fantasy was now a genuine possibility.

Opening up the zip to his own tent, Mark had almost forgotten that Tiffany was inside studying.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed as he came rushing in.

Mark apologised, shutting the zip again before covering his throbbing erection, “Oops, sorry Tiff.”

“Don’t need to be sorry,” she laughed, looking past her laptop, “You’re welcome to sleep like that in here.”