Focus, Girls, My Cock Is Waiting

I stepped fully into the living room and dropped onto the couch behind them. Both girls were sitting on the floor with their backs to me, notes and textbooks spread across the low table. From this angle I had a perfect view of the backs of their heads — Sarah’s long blonde hair and Ricole’s bright pink ponytail.

“So,” I said, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “How bad is this English quiz actually going to be?”

Sarah glanced over her shoulder. “Pretty bad if you didn’t read the chapters. Mrs Gable loves throwing in random quotes and asking who said them.”

Ricole groaned. “Which is exactly why I’m here. I skimmed like half of it and prayed. That strategy is not working anymore.”

We fell into easy conversation after that. School drama, which teachers were the worst, how unfair the grading felt this semester. Sarah complained about a group project. Ricole roasted one of the jocks in their class who kept trying to copy her homework. I threw in a few comments here and there and mentioned how I ragebaited Raine for an entire day.

Eventually I saw my opening when Ricole drew the topic back to how she wasn’t anble to concentrate enough to be a model student.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta stay locked in if you want to actually focus,” I said casually, stretching the word just enough.

Sarah responded first without missing a beat. “True. Zoning out is the fastest way to bomb it.”

Then, after a second or two of silence, she slowly put her pen down.

“…Actually, break time.”

Ricole blinked, then nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah. We’ve been at it for a while. What do you want to do with us now, Ward?”

My pulse kicked up.

As a test, I leaned further forward. “Sarah. Slap Ricole’s ass as hard as you can.”

Sarah didn’t even hesitate. She turned toward Ricole, wound her arm back, and delivered a sharp, full-force smack right across one of Ricole’s thick cheeks. The sound cracked through the living room. Ricole’s ass jiggled hard from the impact, the soft flesh bouncing under her shorts, and a surprised, involuntary moan slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“Fuck-” Ricole breathed, cheeks flushing. She didn’t look mad though. If anything, she looked a little dazed in a good way.

I grinned, already hard.

“Alright. Both of you. Strip. All of it.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow but started pulling her shirt over her head without complaint. “You’re lucky I like you, dumbass.”

Ricole laughed under her breath as she stood up and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. “Wow, demanding today. Fine. But if I’m giving you a home service instead of at our usual place, you better appreciate the view.”

They both undressed without any further prompting. Shirts, bras, shorts, panties — everything came off and got tossed aside. In under a minute I had two completely naked girls standing in front of me.

Sarah’s body was as perfect as always - full tits with those large dark areolas, toned stomach, smooth shaved pussy. Ricole looked just as good under the living room lights. Heavy, soft breasts, wide hips, and that thick ass that still had a faint red handprint on one cheek.

I leaned back on the couch, already throbbing in my pants.

“Now make out,” I grinned. “Like a pair of horny sluts who can’t keep their hands off each other.”

Sarah smirked. “Horny sluts, huh? Alright. Come here, pinky.”

Ricole stepped in without hesitation. “You’re lucky you’re hot when you’re bossy.”

The second their mouths met, it was aggressive. Sarah grabbed the back of Ricole’s pink hair and yanked her in, tongues immediately sliding together in a deep, messy French kiss. Ricole moaned into it, her hands coming up to squeeze Sarah’s tits hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and pinching at the nipples.

They kissed like they were starving. Wet sounds filled the room as their lips smacked and their tongues tangled. Sarah’s free hand slid down Ricole’s back and grabbed a full handful of that thick ass, pulling their bodies flush together so their tits pressed and slid against each other. Ricole responded by grinding her hips forward, their bare pussies nearly touching as she kept mauling Sarah’s chest.

Sarah broke the kiss just long enough to bite down on Ricole’s lower lip, then dove back in even harder. One of her hands came up between them and started roughly groping Ricole’s heavy breast, lifting it and thumbing over the stiff nipple. Ricole gasped into her mouth and returned the favor, both of them now full-on making out while openly playing with each other’s bodies like they had all the time in the world.

I sat there on the couch, completely frozen, watching every second of it. The bulge in my pants was painful now, my eight inches straining hard against the fabric as the two of them went at each other without a shred of hesitation or embarrassment.

This was better than anything I’d imagined.