I need to come

Their hands squeeze my cock. I don’t fight it. I let it happen. The size difference of their hands let me know that Rachel is rubbing my tip, and Phoebe is massaging my balls. I could come like this. Just an innocent handjob. I wouldn’t even feel guilty about that.

I close my eyes, and prepare to let loose.

But the women have other plans. They want an active participant. Phoebe turns my face to hers. She looks in my eyes as she palms my balls. “Tell me how much you have wanted me over the years.”

The wrong answer and she could destroy my chances at future children. I tell the truth, “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I met you. It hurt me to turn you down, especially when I saw your bare ass and exposed pussy.”

She kisses me deeply, and I kiss back, lapping my tongue into her mouth. There’s been too much tension between the two of us. This kiss has been overdue. But while I try to keep kissing, she pulls away with my lower lip in her teeth. I want more but Phoebe slipped off the couch, and gets down on her knees in front of me. Oh god yes.

Her hands reach up and grip the band of my sweatpants. With a yank my hard cock springs free. She sticks out her tongue, but I don’t get to watch her lick me, I only get to feel her soft wetness slick up my shaft, because Rachel turns my face to hers.

Not as confident as Phoebe, she asks me, “Have you ever wanted me?”

Such a ridiculous question. “All the time,” I say. “I’m intimidated by your beauty. You have the perfect body. It’s wanting someone I can never have.”

She grabs my hand, and brings it to her big soft breast. She whispers, “You can have me.”

She brings her lips to mine and kisses me softly. Then opens her mouth and kisses me with desire. I massage her breasts as we make out. I’m so enamored with Rachel that I barely notice Phoebe vigorously sucking my cock. And I have to push that to the background, because if I focus on that sight and the amazing feeling I’m going to come immediately and this fantasy-come-true will end.

To continue to distract myself, I slip a hand into Rachel’s pants. She spreads her legs to give me easier access. I brush past her soft pubic hair. My fingers split her lips, and rub through her. Warm and wet. She sighs into my mouth, and groans, “Yes, Chandler.”

With consent I plunge my finger into her pussy, and rub her inside. Massaging her to moans. The sweetest sighs. So fucking sensual. Just hearing them makes me want to come.

I try to change my focus to delay my eminent orgasm. I glance down between my own legs. Phoebe has my balls in her mouth and looks up at me. Oh fuck. I say, “You better slow down I’m so close to coming.”

In response, she grips me tight and strokes my spit-lubed cock. I can feel her smile with my balls in her mouth. Oh god.

Rachel moans in my ear, “You can come, you just need to promise to pleasure us next. I wanna feel your tongue on me.”

Come and then eat out a gorgeous woman? I think I can handle that.

Phoebe returns her mouth to the head of my cock and sucks hard, anticipating my cum. I’m ready to give it to her. It’s been built up all night, all year, ever since I met her really.

Then the back door slams open and the voices of my two best friends bellow into the house.

Fuck.