Pleasure Phoebe while Rachel recovers

I glance at Rachel, she’s done. Her pale body sprawled on the bed, her long legs spread wide. This threesome had temporarily become a twosome.

Phoebe pushes me onto my back and climbs on me. Her lips press against mine. My mouth opens, and her tongue licks inside. I taste Rachel’s pussy on her mouth. She breaths, “Were you too nervous to visit me by yourself?”

“I wanted a threesome,” I say when my mouth isn’t stuffed with her tongue.

“Any excuse to have sex with me?” She bites on my lip , before moving her mouth to my ear so Rachel can’t hear, “it’s okay I know we’ve both wanted this forever. We should’ve fucked so long ago.”

Rachel groans and turns to face us, “You both still have your clothes on? C’mon get naked.”

Sitting up, Phoebe straddles my hips. She makes sure I am watching then lifts her shirt over her head. Fuck she has such a great petite body. A big tattoo flows down her side. I lift my hand and trace it, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“You really make a girl feel special. I take my tits out, and you mention my tattoo,” Phoebe pouts, and straightens up and really puffs out her chest.

I stop looking at her mysterious tattoo, and finally check out her tits. I say, “Oh wow. Are these real? They’re way too perky.” I reach up and squeeze one. The softness fills my hand. Yup definitely real. I reach up and massage the other tit at the same time. My thumbs flick across the metal piercing her small dark nipples. She gives a moan of approval.

Rachel comments, “Your boobs look great! How are you a mom?”

“Yours are better,” Phoebe says, ignoring the question. Her hips grind against me and I can feel her warmness through our pants. I decide to stop being passive.

I sit up and kiss Phoebe. I keep moving forward until I’m pushing her back. Soon she’s on her back and I’m on top of her. Her lips and tongue meet my aggression. It turns me on even more knowing how bad she wants me.

I tell her, “You’re not the only one who gets to eat pussy tonight.”

“Mmm” she bites her lip, and I pull her pajama shorts off her hips. I’m not surprised to see that she isn’t wearing underwear. But I am a little surprised at the amount of jet black hair between her legs. She notices my surprise, and says, “It’s more hygienic. Trust me. You’re going to love my taste.”

Her hands push my head down. My nose rubs across her trim stomach, then trail blazes through her forest of pubic hair. I don’t know what to expect. I’m thrown off by her bush. I bring my hand down, and spread her lips. And hidden under her mass of hair is the prettiest fucking pussy: a delicious shade of pink, the smallest little opening and the cutest clit that is just begging for my tongue.

I have to compliment her. “You have the best little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Better than your wife’s?” She asks.

I look up at her, “Yes. Don’t tell her, but aesthetically speaking you are perfect.”

Rachel eyes try to peek and see but I know from her angle she won’t be able to see anything. I don’t want her to feel self conscious once she sees it, so I bury my face between Phoebe’s legs.

I stick my tongue out and lick through her slit, the edge of my tongue feeling her pubic hair. I lick again, and then dive my tongue down into her opening. I lap at her pussy. Fuck me. She tastes even better than she looks. I don’t want to thank the humongous bush, but she’s doing something right.

Her small thighs squeeze on my shoulders as I try to lick up her amazing juices. Her hands grip into my hair. My tongue swirls on her little clit. I could eat this pussy for hours. It’s so amazing. I lose track of time. I lose track of orgasms. My tongue doesn’t leave her pussy.

Then my head is pulled from this amazing pussy. My chin drips with her wonderful wetness that I wish I could bottle. I open my eyes to Rachel smiling face. She’s the one gripping my hair and pulls me in for a kiss.

Her lips suck at mine, and when she breaks the kiss, she looks down at Phoebe, “Oh my god girl. No way you taste like that! You have to tell me your secret.”

Phoebe looks at her, glowing like I’ve never seen her, “Are you back in the threesome?”

“Yes,” Rachel says. Her hands grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it above my head. Her lips kiss my exposed chest.

“Good. I need to return the favor and suck the fuck out of Chandler’s dick,” Phoebe says. She turns her body, and hangs her head off the side of the bed. “If you could undress him, and then guide him into my mouth, that would be great. I want to feel him before I see him.” She closes her eyes, relaxes her jaw and opens her mouth.

Rachel’s hands slip down my body. She asks a final time, “Are you sure you want to do this?”