Ava comes home*

The door to the apartment opens. When Ava comes into view, she stops dead, looking from me to Vanessa and back again with an indecipherable expression. Finally she sighs, her mouth quirks, and she says, “Jane, you ignorant slut.”

I crack up. Nothing like the classics. Vanessa simply stretches langorously (doing wonderful things to her tits) and purrs, “Ahh, but a happy little slut.”

Ava rolls her eyes and looks at me. “OK, I get my turn now. Go rinse yourself off in our shower—the towels hanging up are all clean, just grab one and leave it on the floor when you’re done—then wait for me in there.” She points to one of the bedrooms.

I rinse off quickly and pull my boxer briefs back on. Partly it’s an odd self-consciousness, partly the desire to give Ava something to unwrap. I lie down on the bed. She comes in a minute or two later wearing nothing but a flimsy one-piece pink something-or-other. She straddles my legs and looks at me. “So, Iain,” she asks, “are you a tit man or an ass man?”

I grin. “Depends on the woman,” I inform her.

Ava laughs. “Then I guess I’d better let you see.” She turns around. “Here’s the booty,” she purrs. She thrusts it out and waggles it at me. “Won’t this look good grinding on your dick? Or bent over and thrust in the air for you to mount like a horny bitch?”

I can’t help myself. I reach out and grab one of her full round cheeks. It’s tight and toned and perfect. “Yeah, stud, grab the merchandise,” Ava says lustfully. “Grab that phat ass. Give it a good squeeze.”

I grope her for several moments before she pulls off. “Need to see my babies for comparison,” she admonishes me. She gets up between my thighs and pulls the stretchy fabric down between her tits. “What do you think of these? Aren’t my big titties even better than my phat ass?”

“I don’t know,” I smirk. “I haven’t had the chance to play with them yet.”

Ava nods judiciously. “That’s fair,” she says. She scoots forward to bring her chest within easier reach. I reach up and grab both of them, kneading and massaging her supple titflesh.

“They’re perfectly squeezable,” I say.

“Mmmmm, and they like being squeezed, too,” Ava purrs. “You have sexy strong hands.”

I lift her boobs, feeling their soft weight.

“Oooooh, nice,” she coos. “My girls haven’t gotten a lot of attention lately.” I pinch Ava’s chocolate nipples hard, then pull and twist. Her eyes close and she gives a loud guttural moan. She opens them again and looks at me. “You’re making me really horny,” she murmurs.

“Let’s see what I can do to make you even hornier,” I growl. I pull Ava toward me by her nipples. She falls forward onto her hands with a squeak. I feed myself first one tit, then the other, licking and sucking everywhere I can reach. I paint her nipples with my tongue, then suckle them hard and fast.

“Mmmmmm, love my girls, baby,” Ava purrs. “Love my girls . . . so good . . .” She finally stops me, sitting up and scooting back. “I need to see what kind of heat you’re packing.” She looks down at the pronounced bulge in my underwear and her eyes go wide. She rubs my dick gently through the fabric.

“Wow . . .” she breathes. “You’re even bigger than I realized.”