Stick to your guns with Phoebe

Your weight has shifted slightly to Tracey, your right leg pressing Phoebe’s cheek. As she licks lightly across your ball sack, you tear your face from Tracey’s to glance down. Seeing you, and looking teasingly up in to your eyes, Phoebe runs her tongue, pressed long and taut, straight up the vein of your cock.

With a thrill of pleasure, leaning forward, you reach a hand down to her face. With a giggle she takes you by the arm and pulls you forward. Sliding to the edge of the couch, you lean her back and plant a kiss on her lips.

She laughs again, ‘You’re so cute . . . ‘, she says, as you share a slight, awkward moment. Breathing hard and sensing Tracey’s being slighted, you nevertheless fall into Phoebe’s gaze. Sensing you’ve decided to give her your full attention, Phoebe kisses you back softly and grabbing your head pulls you toward her.

You find yourself falling to your knees off the couch in front of her, an undignified pile of knees and chins, your mouth somehow still finding hers. Straightening out, Phoebe pushes you down by your chest and wrestles her weight on top of you. She leans over and presses her mouth to yours again as you get your bearings; the hard floor beneath the rug you lie across, your trousers still uncomfortably round your knees, your shirt about your arms, her hair bunching lightly about your face and the soft feminine shape curved over you. Releasing her breasts at last from her bra, Phoebe begins to delicately grind her crotch against your erection through her panties. You try in vain to take her supple white mounds in your mouth, but she pushes you back again; swirling her head swiftly to flick the blonde hair from her face, she presses a hand firmly on your chest.

You look down from your chin, past her beautiful sloping, lightly hanging white breasts to view your shadowed cock, up and straining up to meet the white line of the notch between her legs. She’s smiling deliciously as she rubs your hardness through the dampening white cotton of her panties, the delicate softness of her crevice against the tight rippling of your erection.

Again she leans over and kisses, her flowing hair becoming a tent around your head, and with her breasts hanging at your chin, you run your hands down the smooth skin of her back to roll the frilled hem of her panties slowly over the cheeks, inching down. You feel the mounds of her buttocks rise for you to swing them softly off her.

Kicking them back, she raises her lips from your mouth and briefly, up on all fours, whispers in your ear, ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you, John.’

She gently raises then lowers herself over you, with cool fingertips raising your upright cock between her legs to push her weight down. A jolt, she struggles slightly past the first resistance to come down on you, the warm sensation of utter comfort enveloping just as you glimpse down to see your cock engulfed between her thighs. She thrusts herself back and forth inexpertly, grinding on your fulcrum until you take her by the hips, thrusting yourself from your prone position as you raise her gently, motioning her to raise and lower too. Her tumescent skin begins to flush in a burst of pale rose from her chest on outward, across her cheeks; as she brushes her gorgeous long hair back from her face, she raises herself up to a right angle from your belly.

Her beautiful tits rise and fall against her breathing, you take them and hold them, let them fall, both of you in motion now. She begins to rock and slide against your cock easily, rolling her hips as she comes down again and again, her bouncing, delicious figure now taking its pleasure in your hard body. With her eyes closed she leans forward - through the gap behind her fleshy forearm you glimpse briefly Tracey and Yasmin (or Claire?) still looking on, not knowing their expressions - before Phoebe’s breasts fill your mouth. While you suck on the dappled, puffy pink nipples you bring both hands down, smack on her buttocks; as she fucks you, you gently pull her jolting quivering arse cheeks apart.

You take Phoebe’s hands from your chest and roll her over, spreading her nimble legs and fucking her beneath you, putting your full length through her, your belly and balls spanking against her. As you roll her back and crouch over, thrusting towards release, a shadow flits past your shuddering vision and for the second time that night you’re surprised by another’s mouth, this time to your utter delight between your own arse cheeks, probing your prone hole. Slowing your thrusts against Tracey’s warm pressing tongue, you still can’t help from allowing the torrential throb of pleasure erupting from you as you feel yourself begin to climax in an electric wave coursing towards your cock. Pulling out just in time, and raising yourself up, you feel yourself clasped between Phoebe’s thighs as Tracey, pressing her small body to your back, reaches from behind you to pull every last spurt of cum from you, out on the other girl's belly.