His Perfect Matchmaker

Eric stood in front of the large living-room mirror, his big fingers fussing endlessly with the thin black tie—pulling, twisting, straightening—as if a tie that wasn’t perfectly straight would make him look like an unpressed bear in the tight dark-brown suit that emphasized every line of his broad shoulders, solid chest, and narrow masculine waist. Tim, who had been sitting patiently on the couch, stood up and placed a small, soothing hand on his arm. “Stop worrying, you look perfect,” he said in a sweet, confident voice. “You look like James Bond, only hotter.”

Tim himself was dressed like a dream that had burst out of a fashion show: a soft, furry black mini-skirt so short that his ass bulged out from under it like two glossy black velvet balls, the soft fabric fluttering with every movement and revealing a little more of his thick, smooth thighs. Over it, a tight black satin blouse with a deep V-neckline that exposed his small, perfect chest and the narrow waistline, long thin sleeves ending in delicate lace at the wrists, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second skin. Around his neck hung the “I ♥ Eric” necklace, large gold hoop earrings, thin bracelets that jingled softly, and a small diamond ring on his finger. His long, wavy pink-beige hair framed a perfect evening look, and the sweet scent of his perfume filled the room. He spun in front of Eric, giving a little twirl so the skirt flared and revealed even more of his fat ass. “You’re more worried than when we met my parents.”

Eric sighed and sat down on the couch. “I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friend.” Tim burst into high, sweet laughter. “My friend is Lucy, you idiot! You know her!” Eric rolled his eyes. “In our previous lives I knew her through you, and when you broke up, my connection with her disappeared too. I don’t know how she’ll react to me now. And what about her date? You and I don’t know him in this world either.” Tim jumped on him, wrapped his arms around his neck, his huge ass squashing against Eric’s muscular thighs, and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Stop worrying and just enjoy the double date. Lucy and her date will love you as much as I love you.” Tim kissed Eric a wet kiss. “Maybe it’s better if they love me a little less than you do. Otherwise, they’ll try to steal me,” Eric said with a laugh. Tim laughed and slid down to stroke Eric’s hardening cock through his pants. “Don’t worry about that either. If there’s competition, I’m not going to lose.”

They arrived at the upscale restaurant famous throughout the city: high ceiling with huge crystal chandeliers sparkling like diamond rain, cream-colored walls with dark walnut panels, round tables covered in snow-white linen cloths topped with fresh flower arrangements in soft pink and white tones, a black-and-white marble floor so shiny they could see their reflections in it, and in the background gentle classical music from piano and double bass. The air was filled with rich, refined scents: slowly simmered red wine sauce, fresh rosemary, creamed butter, and a hint of vanilla from desserts that had barely left the kitchen.

Tim scanned the room with a quick, professional glance and immediately spotted their table in a softly lit romantic corner. Lucy was already sitting there, bathed in the gentle glow of a tall candle, wearing an elegant wine-red crepe silk dress that draped over her like water: long fitted sleeves, a subtle boat neckline revealing only her delicate collarbones, a thin gold belt cinching the waist and highlighting her feminine curves without overdoing it, the skirt widening slightly to the knees, moving softly with every motion and perfectly matching her rich, wavy red hair gathered on one side with a delicate gold pin. She looked like a modern version of a 1950s movie star: beautiful, classic, unforgettable.

Beside her sat her date, a tall, dark man about six feet, muscular, with a straight white smile and a well-tailored navy suit, white shirt open at one button, thin wine-colored tie, and polished brown shoes. He looked like a catalog model, but when Tim glanced at Eric beside him, he smiled to himself: Eric was bigger, broader, and thanks to Tim’s fashion sense, dressed in a more flattering suit. He looked like a king compared to a prince. Lucy jumped from her chair the moment she saw them, ran to Tim and hugged him in a strong, warm embrace of old friendship, her soft breasts pressing against his small chest, but Tim, as usual, felt only the warmth of sisterly love. She pulled away from him, turned to Eric, and shook his hand with a huge smile. “So great to see you again!” They sat down, Lucy proudly introduced her date, Steve, and he said with a smile that he was a fitness instructor at a gym on the other side of town. Eric’s eyes lit up immediately, and the two started talking enthusiastically about exercises, machines, crazy clients, and local competitions, as if they’d known each other for years. Tim and Lucy just exchanged amused glances, knowing the evening was going to be much easier than they’d thought, and the two best friends in the world already knew they’d have plenty to talk about while their men focused on muscles.

The meal progressed better than expected. Steve turned out to be a charming, intelligent guy. Tim laughed to himself that he even resembled Eric in personality, not just looks. The whole foursome enjoyed themselves as their food arrived. Eric, true to his masculine, straightforward nature, ordered a huge rib-eye steak medium-rare with buttery mashed potatoes and fries. Steve, wanting to impress but keep it light, chose salmon fillet. Lucy and Tim ordered salad and some sourdough bread on the side—light, pretty, just like them. The table was filled with laughter, stories, and the clink of knives and forks on porcelain plates. Eric and Steve continued their conversation topics, Steve revealing himself as a sports enthusiast to Eric’s delight. Meanwhile, Tim and Lucy talked about office drama. Tim said with a laugh that it was exactly like what happened in the latest reality show he’d watched. But Lucy replied that she didn’t follow those series. Tim remembered that despite their wonderful connection, they didn’t share all the same interests. He sipped his wine as he saw how well Eric and Steve were connecting.

But then Tim noticed something small. Lucy sat straight, a perfect smile on her face, but the distance between her and Steve remained constant: she didn’t touch him, didn’t lean toward him, didn’t reach under the table. She didn’t seem rejecting or cold, just… polite. As if Steve were a pleasant work colleague rather than her date. It was the complete opposite of Tim, who struggled to keep his hands off Eric and grope his muscles during conversations. Tim felt a small stab of worry but pushed it aside. It’s just a first date, he thought to himself, and kept smiling and laughing.

By the end of the meal, the table looked like a battlefield: nearly empty white porcelain plates, stains of red sauce and golden butter, empty red wine glasses with the last drops glistening at the bottom, crumpled linen napkins neatly set aside, and only Eric’s huge fries' plate still held a golden, crispy pile in the center. Tim knew it was because the enormous breakfast he’d made for Eric that morning had filled him to the brim.

The conversation flowed, laughter filled the air, and Tim, without even noticing, reached out a long, slender hand, grabbed one fry, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. He froze. The crispy-salty-greasy taste hit him like a distant memory and deep longing. Usually, the curse always prevented him from eating fattening or fried food so he could stay in his ridiculous figure for Eric. But for some reason this time he was free, and he decided to seize the opportunity. He took another fry and another, savoring the moment but knowing something was missing from the taste. Then an idea popped into his head that made his little cock stand up. He quickly glanced around, made sure no one was paying attention, and then, with a mischievous smile only Eric could see, slid his other hand under the long white tablecloth.

His slender fingers immediately found Eric’s zipper, quietly opened it, pulled out the heavy, warm cock that was already starting to harden from the light touch, and wrapped it in a soft, precise grip. He began jerking him slowly, up and down, thumb caressing the sensitive head on every upstroke, fingers lightly pressing the underside vein on every downstroke, every movement completely hidden under the long white tablecloth. He continued talking to Lucy about office gossip, laughing and nodding, as if his hand wasn’t working in a steady, precise rhythm on Eric’s cock. Eric froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, and Tim’s wicked smile made it clear he wasn’t planning to stop. He leaned back, tried to look relaxed, but all his muscles tensed. He felt the small, warm fingers wrapping around him, stroking, squeezing, lightly twisting around the wet head, and heat rose from his balls straight to his head. He bit his lip, breathed deeply, and continued answering Steve’s question about back exercises, but his voice came out a little hoarse, a little shaky.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” “Great,” Eric answered in a voice that cracked a little at the end. “Just… really enjoying the meal.” And right at that moment Tim sped up, grip tighter, thumb caressing the sensitive slit. “I agree. This meal is a blast,” Tim said, and at the same time Eric’s cum erupted hot and thick into Tim’s palm, wave after wave. Tim smiled a huge mischievous grin. “Oops, spilled a little mayo on my skirt,” he said in an innocent voice, patted his hand on the black furry fabric, and then—like a magician—quickly transferred the thick white mixture to his fries' plate, mixed it with the remaining sauce, and dipped a huge fry into the blend. The taste was heavenly. Salty, greasy, and fresh cum from the person he loved more than anything.

Eric whispered quickly, his voice still shaking: “I thought sex on our own initiative was to keep the urge from taking over in public places…” Tim just smiled a sweet-dirty smile, licked a white drop from his finger, and said: “This wasn’t the urge.” And before Eric could process it, Lucy asked with a smile: “So… who wants dessert?” Tim raised an innocent, immediate gaze, a huge smile on his face: “Me! Vanilla ice cream with lots of whipped cream, please.” Eric smiled a worried-happy smile, because he already knew what Tim needed for his dessert.

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Only two days after that evening, Tim stood in front of the large dresser mirror at his home, debating whether to use a little of the urge or not. He still couldn’t believe it: Lucy and Steve had broken up. Steve, with the white smile and beautiful muscles, had seemed like the perfect boyfriend, even if Tim was a bit biased because of how much Steve resembled Eric. And yet, Lucy had called him crying lightly and said she needed a girls’ night at his place. He of course agreed, and when he told Eric, Eric just kissed him on the forehead and said, “Give her everything she needs.” Eric himself went out for a guys’ night with Jo and Tim’s dad. They went to watch a basketball game, and he said he’d be back tomorrow.

Now he stood there, dressed in a short, soft pink pajama set with little hearts—a tiny pleated skirt and matching crop top—and debating hard. He figured his version from this world probably knew exactly how to comfort Lucy, how to talk, how to hug, how to make her laugh through tears. But he didn’t want to use the urge too much, didn’t want to turn into a doll. He decided: only if he really got stuck, only as a last resort.

The doorbell rang. Lucy stood at the door, dressed in simple gray leggings and an oversized beige T-shirt, her wavy red hair in a messy ponytail, no makeup, eyes a little puffy. It wasn’t her elegant look, but of course it didn’t matter to Tim. They hugged long and hard, her soft breasts pressing against his small chest, and he felt only the warmth of deep friendship, nothing sexual. They sat on the big soft couch, pink cushions and teddy bears all around, large wine glasses in hand, and the quiet, clean apartment enveloped them like a hug. Lucy took a deep breath, wiped a small tear, and Tim just smiled a soft smile at her and said: “We’re going to get through this together, like always.”

Lucy leaned back on the soft couch, her wine glass trembling slightly in her hand, and thanked Tim in a quiet, grateful voice for the evening, for being able to just be with him. Tim smiled a wide, embracing smile, said it was no problem, and gently asked what happened between her and Steve. From the double date he had seemed like such a nice guy. Lucy sighed deeply, her eyes wandering to the ceiling, and said Steve really was great, but he was a bit too passive, a bit too cautious, when she hoped to find someone confident, someone who knows what he wants—like Tim. Tim accepted the compliment with a light smile but quietly asked if that was really what she was looking for. Lucy looked lost for a moment, said in despair that she no longer knew what she wanted, but she knew she wanted a relationship like his and Eric’s, something deep, full of love, the kind that makes you feel whole. Tim felt his heart squeeze, because he knew Lucy didn’t really understand what stood behind their relationship, how complicated it was, how **** in part. She continued and said she wanted it so badly that she looked for a man exactly like Eric, and thought Steve was the answer. Tim suddenly understood why Steve reminded him of Eric—the height, the muscles, the wide smile—but when she broke up with him, she realized it wasn’t it. She didn’t want someone like Eric. She wanted someone like Tim.

Those words hit him hard. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Lucy slowly brought her face closer to his, her eyes soft and full of something deep, and said in an almost whisper: “It’s really a shame you’re gay… because if you weren’t, I’d jump on you right now.” Tim asked when she started feeling that way, and Lucy answered quietly that it had been since they were kids. He felt his cheeks burning, his heart pounding fast, but it wasn’t from sexual urge, and he didn’t know how to respond. Eventually he said "I think you would be disappointed if you would jump on me. I mean you saw my dick…" "I don’t care!" Lucy said. "I don’t care if you have a small dick or no dick at all."

He took a small step back, smiled a gentle smile, and said maybe they should move on to gossiping a bit about Steve. Lucy tried to hide the embarrassment, laughed lightly, and said that was a good idea, then in a slightly bitter voice added that all men are assholes. Tim felt a small stab of anger, said quietly but firmly that it wasn’t okay to say things like that, because generalizing an entire gender isn’t right. Lucy blushed, apologized sarcastically, and said all men are assholes except Tim and Eric. Tim still didn’t smile and said that wasn’t okay either, because it still puts everyone in a small box. He saw the irony in his own words—he himself had once been exactly like that—but felt he had to say it.

Lucy sighed, apologized again, this time sincerely, and said she just didn’t know what was going on with her. Tim saw she was shaken, her heart broken, and decided it was time. He took a deep breath, let go a little—just a little—and allowed the urge to enter, not to take over, just to guide.

The memories hit Tim like a warm, sudden wave. He saw himself and Lucy at fifteen, sitting on the old bed in his pink room, laughing and embarrassed after her first boyfriend dumped her, and then her asking, “Let’s practice kissing so I don’t mess up with boys.” He saw it again at seventeen, after another breakup, and at twenty, and again and again. Always after a breakup. Always “just to practice.” And now, sitting opposite her on the couch, adults, and her broken again, he understood: for her there had always been another motive besides practice.

He sighed deeply and knew what he had to do. He placed a gentle, warm hand on Lucy’s smooth thigh through the gray leggings and felt her tremble slightly under the touch. Her eyes sparkled, soft and full of hope. “Want to practice kissing?” he asked in a soft, almost whispering voice. Lucy smiled a small, broken-sweet smile, moved closer, her lips already near, but Tim stopped himself a centimeter away. He looked at her nail polish and realized he’d seen this shade before, and this time he knew where from—and suddenly a crazy, insane, brilliant idea popped into his head. He knew the chances of the idea succeeding were low, but if it did, it would solve Lucy’s real problem. He jumped off the couch like a rocket, grabbed his small pink phone, and dialed quickly. Lucy raised an eyebrow, confused. “Who are you calling?” Tim put a finger to his lips, smiled a mischievous smile, and said: “You’ll see. Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind, okay?”

It didn’t take long before the door knocked lightly. Tim jumped to open it, and for a moment his breath caught: Tiffany stood there like a platinum-blonde dream come to life. She wore a thin, shiny white blouse with a deep V-neckline that revealed most of her huge, full breasts, the fabric stretched so tight the seams looked ready to tear with every breath, the hard nipples poking through the sheer material like two small, pink, begging buttons. Under the blouse was a short white skirt with thin gold stripes that glittered in the lamplight, the fabric clinging to her narrow waist like a glove, then flaring slightly around her thick hips to emphasize the round, firm ass beneath—two glossy balls that swayed perfectly with every step, the shiny black latex-like tights underneath adding a glossy sheen and turning every movement into a show. On her feet were high white heels with gold straps twisting around the ankles, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of white silk. She looked like a porn star who had decided to go out for an upscale evening—sexual, radiant, unforgettable.

Tim smiled a huge smile. “I’m so glad you could come!” Tiffany entered, scanned the clean apartment with an appreciative look, and then noticed Lucy sitting on the couch with a completely confused expression. She pointed at her and asked, “And who’s this?” just as Lucy pointed at her and asked, “And who’s this?” Tim slipped between them with a huge smile, placed a hand on each shoulder, and said in a sweet voice: “Lucy, meet Tiffany. Tiffany, meet Lucy—my friend since we were kids.”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, smiled a big, sweet smile. “Nice to meet you!” And Lucy, a bit embarrassed but curious, smiled back. Tim asked Tiffany to sit on the couch; she did so in a smooth, sexy motion, her perfect ass squashing against the pink cushion, the skirt riding up a little and revealing more of her thick thighs. He poured red wine into tall glasses for all three and began putting his plan into action. He immediately noticed the dark burgundy nail polish with golden sparkle on Tiffany’s nails—exactly what he’d hoped for—and raised his glass in a toast. “I’m obsessed with your polish,” he said to Tiffany with a genuine smile. “That shade is perfect.” Tiffany laughed and thanked him. “It’s my favorite.” Then Lucy, in surprise, raised her hand and showed the exact same shade. “Mine too!” she said and laughed excitedly. Tim just smiled to himself, knowing the ice was broken.

The conversation jumped lightly from topic to topic in an infectious way. Lucy and Tiffany talked about polishes and new shades, Tiffany and Tim gushed together about the latest reality show episode, and all three talked about hot guys—chief among them Eric. Even though he and Eric were a couple, Tim didn’t mind hearing how horny Tiffany got over Eric’s muscles. Lucy, after some friendly pressure from Tim and Tiffany, blushed and admitted she was sexually attracted to him too. The trio laughed, then teared up when Lucy told them about the breakup. She explained that Steve was great, but there just wasn’t a spark, and Tiffany nodded with deep understanding. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been with tons of guys like that… something’s always missing.”

Tim, with an innocent look hiding a perfect Machiavellian plan, asked in a sweet voice, “By the way, Tiffany, did you try that carbonara recipe I gave you?” Tiffany laughed. “Yes! But I’m not that great a cook. It turned out… okay, I really enjoyed the process!” Lucy burst into loud laughter. “Wait, you mean my carbonara?” Tiffany’s eyes widened. “What?” Lucy smiled a huge smile. “Who do you think Tim learned the recipe from?” Tiffany blushed. “You’re good at cooking?” Lucy shrugged. “Not like Tim, but I have a few tricks. If you want, I can teach you.” Tiffany’s cheeks reddened further, she bit her lower lip and murmured, “Really? That would be amazing…” Tim sat there, wine in hand, a huge secret smile on his face, knowing the wheels were already turning exactly as he’d planned. And he knew it was time to start phase two.

Tim set his wine glass on the low table, leaned forward with a gentle, mischievous smile, and declared in a soft, confident voice: “Let’s do something fun… I want us all to practice kissing together.” Lucy froze, her eyes widened, and she pretended not to understand. “Sorry, what?” Tiffany, on the other hand, smiled a wide, sweet-evil smile, leaned forward until her huge breasts nearly spilled out of the deep white blouse neckline. “I was waiting for you to say that,” she said to Lucy in a husky voice. “Tim and I have already practiced a little… it’s really fun.” Lucy turned to her quickly. “Wait, you practice kissing with him too?!” Tiffany shrugged, a big smile on her full lips. “What can I say, he’s a good teacher.” Lucy turned to Tim, her voice full of sweet sarcasm: “Wow, for a gay guy you’re quite the ladies’ magnet, huh?” Tim just laughed, shrugged innocently. “What can I do? My friends want to practice… so I help. And now that both of you are here, it only makes sense for the three of us to practice together, right?”

Lucy blushed, hesitated, but Tiffany already leaned forward, gave her a light friendly push on the shoulder, and whispered: “It’ll be hot, trust me.” Her warm breath caressed Lucy’s skin, and she felt her heart beat faster. She looked at Tim, saw his soft, confident smile, took a deep breath, nodded, and moved closer. She knew Tim wasn’t doing this for himself. It was for them, and there was no chance Tim had a hidden sexual motive. Of course, in reality Tim did have a hidden motive—just not a sexual one. Tim sat between them on the couch, legs folded under him like a cat, and whispered gentle instructions: “Let’s do it slowly… bring your lips to mine together.” Tiffany moved first, confident and sexy, her full soft lips already touching Tim’s, then Lucy, a little trembling, joined from the other side. The three sets of lips met in the center: a triple kiss, soft, warm, slow. Tim took the lead, his small skilled tongue first sliding along Tiffany’s lower lip, sucking it gently, then moving to Lucy’s lip, licking it in small circular motions, teaching them how to feel the rhythm of softness, wetness, the warm breath mingling.

“Caress each other,” Tim whispered between kisses, and they obeyed: Tiffany’s tongue met Lucy’s, slick wetness swirling together, lips pressing, soft wet kisses that started innocent and grew deeper, more passionate, as they discovered each other through his mouth. Tim guided them like a maestro: “Suck the lower lip a little… yes, like that… now slide your tongue in slowly, caress, feel the heat…” Their tongues met again and again, sweet saliva mixing, heavy warm breaths moving over all their faces, the small wet sounds filling the room.

Tiffany and Lucy kissed each other too, full lips pressing, tongues swirling with growing desire, hands slowly rising to necks, hair, cheeks, their hearts pounding so hard they could feel each other’s through their chests. Tim smiled between them, kissed them alternately, taught them how to use teeth gently, how to suck, how to breathe in the other’s scent, until the triple kiss became a slow dance, wet and full of passion, of three souls discovering something new and exciting in each other.

Lucy and Tiffany’s breaths were heavy, hot, mingling, their cheeks flushed deep red. They felt their hearts pounding faster, heat rising, the electric thrill running down their spines as full soft lips met again and again under Tim’s gentle guidance. The kisses grew deeper, wetter, until Tim felt the room heating up like an oven. He smiled to himself, gently took Lucy’s hand and placed it on Tiffany’s huge breast, right over the thin white blouse fabric. Lucy trembled, but her fingers immediately curled, pressing gently into the soft heavy flesh, causing Tiffany to release a small warm moan that slid straight into her mouth.

Tim didn’t stop there. He guided Lucy’s other hand to Tiffany’s narrow waist, then took Tiffany’s hand and placed it on Lucy’s round firm ass, pressing lightly so she’d feel the heat and softness beneath the fabric. Both women shuddered at once, small wet moans escaping their throats, their kisses growing wilder, tongues swirling, lips pressing, sweet saliva trickling down chins. Tim slowly withdrew, letting them taste each other, then gently placed a hand on Tiffany’s nape and guided her head down to Lucy’s smooth white neck. Tiffany obeyed immediately, full lips pressing against sensitive skin, sucking gently, warm tongue licking the jumping pulse, every touch sending a deep shiver through Lucy’s body; she moaned in a high trembling voice and continued kissing Tiffany’s cheek passionately.

Desire took command. Lucy, without thinking twice, grabbed the hem of Tiffany’s white blouse and pulled it up quickly in impatient haste, exposing her round breasts to the cool room air. They bounced out like two white heavy balls, large pink nipples hard and erect like ripe strawberries, and Lucy fell on them hungrily: small hands gripping, squeezing, caressing, then her mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling around it, teeth lightly nibbling, and Tiffany moaned a deep sweet moan, her head thrown back, back arching.

At the same time Tiffany didn’t stay idle: her hands grabbed Lucy’s ass, fingers digging into soft flesh, pulling, squeezing, caressing the cheeks from every direction, feeling the heat and elasticity, moaning into Lucy’s neck with every press. They no longer needed Tim’s guidance. They rolled over each other, bodies pressing, breasts squashing against breasts, hands sliding under clothes, lips wandering from neck to chest to waist, sweet moans and gasps filling the room.

Tim smiled a wide secret smile, slowly stood from the couch, and whispered in a low voice full of desire: “Let’s move to the bedroom… it’ll be much more comfortable there.” And they, eyes sparkling, swollen lips, trembling bodies, followed him without a word while never stopping kissing and caressing each other. They entered the bedroom as if pulled by an invisible string, and Tiffany fell first onto the wide bed, back arching, huge breasts nearly bouncing out of the thin blouse, and Lucy jumped on her immediately, legs straddling the narrow waist, lips pressing in a hungry wet kiss that made both moan into each other’s mouths. Clothes disappeared at insane speed: Lucy pulled Tiffany’s white blouse over her head, exposing the huge heavy full breasts, skin smooth as white silk, large pink nipples hard and erect like ripe strawberries, and pressed her own medium perfect breasts against them until they squashed together, soft warm flesh, chest against chest, heavy breaths mingling. Tiffany pulled Lucy’s dress down quickly, exposing a toned flexible body, lightly tanned skin, a round firm ass like a perfect peach, smooth muscular thighs, and pressed it against her until no air remained between them—flat belly against flat belly, firm ass trembling on thick thigh, medium breasts pressing against huge breasts, nipples rubbing nipples, deep moans swallowed in kisses.

Tim stood to the side, smiling inwardly a smile full of wonder and pure joy, because even in the wettest, wildest dreams of his old self he wouldn’t have dared imagine something like this, and now it was happening before his eyes, but without a trace of sexual desire on his part—only deep love, pure happiness that his two best friends had found each other. He approached, placed a gentle hand on Lucy’s back and slowly guided her downward, to Tiffany’s wet glistening pussy. Lucy obeyed without hesitation, soft lips kissing the flat belly, descending to the panty line, warm tongue caressing the inner thigh skin, then reaching the smooth pink pussy, pressing, sucking, tongue plunging deep inside, licking every fold, every drop, with fervor and hunger she didn’t know she had. Tiffany gripped the pink sheets, cried out in pleasure, back arching, huge ass trembling with every deep lick.

Tim, in the boldest move of the evening, grabbed Lucy’s legs, skillfully spun her on her axis without her tongue leaving Tiffany’s wet pussy, and positioned Lucy’s hot wet crotch right over Tiffany’s face. Tiffany acted on instinct: large hands grabbed Lucy’s firm round ass, pulled it down, and a long warm tongue plunged deep inside her, licking, sucking, exploring every inch. Both women cried out in pleasure, bodies trembling, breasts pressing against each other, hands caressing backs, asses, thighs, juices flowing sweet and warm over chins and thighs.

In 69 position they lost all control: Lucy felt Tiffany’s tongue penetrating deep, caressing her sensitive clit, licking it like candy, her body shuddering wave after wave of pleasure unlike anything she’d known with a man—gentler, more precise, more loving. Tiffany felt Lucy’s tongue exploring her, licking every fold, sucking her juices, and felt herself melting, wanting to stay like this forever, feeling a love she didn’t know existed. They massaged each other’s breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh, nipples pressing, sweet moans and cries filling the room, until finally they came together, bodies arching, hot juices squirting onto mouths and thighs, deep shudder releasing everything built up, and both remained trembling, heavy breaths, eyes sparkling with new full love they’d never felt before.

The bed was completely soaked, large stains of sweet juices glistening on the sheets. To Tim it didn’t matter because he knew this bed had already absorbed industrial quantities of cum and passion from his and Eric’s nights, so a little more female love fluids was really nothing. Lucy and Tiffany sat up, heavy breaths, chests rising and falling fast, eyes locked on eyes, gaze full of new deep love they hadn’t known existed until today. And then they couldn’t hold back anymore. Tiffany grabbed Lucy’s face with both hands, pulled her close and kissed her a wet hungry kiss, tongues swirling, lips pressing, and Lucy melted into her, one hand immediately dropping to Tiffany’s wet hot pussy, slender fingers sliding between swollen lips, caressing the hard clit in fast circles, then two fingers plunging deep inside, curling, finding the sensitive spot, and Tiffany moaned into Lucy’s mouth, body trembling, huge ass clenching with every thrust. At the same time Tiffany’s hand dropped to Lucy’s pussy, long skilled fingers caressing the small sensitive clit, slow then fast circles, then three fingers plunging deep, filling her, pounding in insane rhythm, and Lucy moaned in a high broken voice, thighs trembling, juices flowing over Tiffany’s hand.

They fell back onto the bed, bodies pressing, breasts on breasts, hands inside pussies, wet noisy kisses, sweet moans and cries filling the room, the bed creaking with every thrust. Lucy felt Tiffany’s fingers filling her, caressing her from inside, and felt herself surrendering completely, safe, loved. Tiffany felt Lucy’s slender fingers discovering every secret of hers, and felt herself opening like a flower, wanting to give everything, having found something she didn’t even know she was looking for. Tim was happy because he knew he’d reached the finish line and slowly stood to give the two girls privacy, but before he could leave, two hands grabbed him—one Lucy’s, one Tiffany’s—and pulled him back. “Stay,” they both whispered in unison, eyes sparkling, and he lay down next to them, fully clothed. Tim was surprised by the request but decided to honor it. He pulled out his pink phone and casually played a game where you vacuum as much carpet as possible, while Lucy and Tiffany rolled over each other, kissing, caressing, fingers inside pussies, sweet moans, and one hand from each holding his hand, as if he were their only anchor in a world that had suddenly turned pink, wet, and happy. And he just smiled, because he knew his plan had worked, and his two friends were now happier than ever, and his heart was full to overflowing.

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The sun blazed over the golden beach, the air salty and hot, waves crashing in the background in a slow seductive rhythm. Eric finished setting up the large blue umbrella, driving it deep into the sand, while Tim, a few meters away, knelt on his knees struggling to clean the stubborn sand stuck in his deep ass crack. His swimsuit was a work of art in deliberate immodesty: a one-piece metallic pink so thin it was like tin foil; the bottom was essentially a tiny thong, a narrow strip of fabric covering only his small cock and disappearing completely between his two huge perfect cheeks, leaving the entire ass fully exposed, glistening with coconut oil and glowing in the sunlight. The top consisted of just two thin straps rising from the thong, over his delicate shoulders, connecting two tiny triangles that covered only his hard pink nipples, but were so small the sweet pink areola peeked around the fabric, trembling with every breath. Every movement made the huge cheeks bounce, the straps tighten, and the small cock peek from under the thin fabric, and sand stuck everywhere possible, turning cleaning into an endless task. Eric, by contrast, wore a simple tight black swimsuit, but on his muscular sculpted body it looked like a sea god’s outfit: huge muscles glistening with sweat and water, broad chest, chiseled abs, and the long cock, even soft, creating a clear tempting bulge in the wet fabric clinging to his skin. Tim bit his lips in excitement just looking at him, imagining how the fabric would become completely tight when Eric came out of the water.

Suddenly Eric waved his large hand, and Tim turned to see them approaching: Lucy and Tiffany, two beach goddesses walking slowly and teasingly over the hot sand. Lucy wore a deep red bikini, thin ties at the sides of the hips and neck; the top was relatively large triangles that hugged her breasts, pushing them up and emphasizing the deep cleavage, and the bottom was a high-cut Brazilian that exposed half her firm round ass, the fabric clinging to smooth tanned thighs, the red burning against her wavy red hair like fire on fire. But Tiffany… Tiffany was on another level entirely, making Lucy look like a nun. She wore a tiny pearl-white micro-bikini, almost symbolic: two tiny-tiny triangles on top barely covering the hard nipples of her huge breasts, the thin fabric stretched to the limit and exposing almost the entire pink areola, the breasts bouncing and swaying with every step like two heavy full balls. The bottom was an ultra-thin thong, one front strip covering only the pussy line and two thin side straps that, like Tim’s, disappeared deep between her huge cheeks, leaving the entire ass exposed, glistening, trembling, bouncing with every movement like two butter balls wrapped in foil. Every step made the breasts jump and the ass shake, the sun sparkling on her perfect skin as if she was born to look like this. Tim saw Tiffany’s hand sliding again and again over Lucy’s ass, pinching lightly, caressing, and Lucy, though pretending to complain, smiled a small mischievous smile, eyes sparkling when Tiffany touched her again. He felt his heart fill with warm joy. He was so happy when Tiffany invited him and Eric to a double date at her family’s private beach. He figured it was her way of thanking him for the meeting between her and Lucy. He also thought Lucy must be happy for the chance to make up for their last double date.

As the girls approached, laughing and holding hands, their asses swaying in the same rhythm over the hot sand, Tim saw the big warm smile Eric sent them, a smile of a true friend. A hot crazy idea rose in his head like a wave. He quickly approached Eric, stood beside him, placed a small pink hand on the muscular chest, and whispered in his ear in a sexy wet voice: “we know Tiffany is crazy about you, and Lucy told us she’s sexually attracted to you… if you want, you could spend this evening with three pieces of ass that only want to please you.” As he spoke, his other hand slid down, grabbed Eric’s soft cock through the thin swimsuit fabric, and the cock jumped immediately and hardened fast until it started pressing against the fabric like an iron pole.

Eric shuddered all over, breath catching for a moment, but then he smiled a deep slow sexy smile, turned to Tim, placed a large warm hand on his huge exposed cheek, fingers digging lightly into the soft warm flesh, and whispered back in a low wet voice like the sea at night: “I can’t accept an offer like that… because there’s only one piece of ass in the world that interests me, and it's standing in front of me right now.” He squeezed harder, Tim’s ass squashing under the grip, and Tim shuddered in pleasure, a small high moan escaping his throat, his legs nearly buckling in the hot sand.

The foursome settled under the umbrella, colorful towels spread over the hot sand, cold water bottles and light music in the background. Lucy pulled sunscreen from her bag, squeezed the bottle toward her chest, but when Tiffany asked for some, Lucy squeezed too hard, and a thick white stream shot straight onto Tiffany’s perfect face, covering the big eyes, small nose, and full lips in a thick glossy layer that looked exactly like… well, everyone knew like what.

Tiffany blinked, cream dripping down her cheeks, and looked at Eric with a huge wicked smile. “Hey Eric, look familiar?” she asked in a sweet-deadly voice, and the cum from that time at the gym practically shimmered in the air between them. Eric burst into laughter, pretended innocence, and said, “You look like a clown with failed makeup!” Lucy and Tim rolled with laughter, and Tiffany pouted, but Lucy quickly apologized. “Don’t be mad, I think you’re the sexiest clown in the world,” and took her hands, started spreading the thick white cream over Tiffany’s smooth neck, slowly descending to the deep cleavage, slender fingers sliding over warm skin, slipping under the edge of the tiny white bikini, caressing the top of the huge breasts in slow soft circles, her warm breath blowing on Tiffany’s neck skin, making her close her eyes and breathe deeply.

Tiffany didn’t stay idle. She took the remaining cream still on her face, smiled a sweet-evil smile, and started spreading it over Lucy’s body, large warm hands starting at the narrow waist, rising slowly over the flat belly, rising further, slipping under the red bikini, fingers caressing the medium perfect breasts, circling the hard nipples, lightly pulling them, and Lucy shuddered all over, leaned forward until their breaths mingled, hot on hot. The spreading turned to caressing, the caressing to embracing, and the embracing to a wild slow kiss: full lips pressing, tongues meeting, saliva mixing, hands groping necks, breasts, asses, small wet moans swallowed in each other. Lucy felt Tiffany’s hands gripping her firm ass, squeezing, pulling her closer, her lips sucking her lower lip, heat rising to her head like wine. Tiffany felt Lucy’s slender hands slipping under the bikini, caressing the huge breasts, pinching nipples, the small hot body of Lucy pressing against her until every inch trembled with new deep desire.

Tim lay on his stomach on the pink towel with white hearts, his huge exposed ass glowing like two white chocolate balls in the sun, and was happy because he knew thanks to him Lucy and Tiffany were kissing. Suddenly he felt something cold and thick land on his right cheek. He squeaked lightly, turned, and saw Eric smiling a wide mischievous smile, sunscreen bottle in hand. “I’m taking care of you, baby,” he said in a low sexy voice, then spread Tim’s two huge cheeks with large palms, fully exposed the deep pink crack, and poured a thick white stream of cream straight inside. His fingers began massaging, deep, slow, circular, sliding over sensitive skin, going a little too far in, and Tim tried to protest, “No sun gets there!” but all that came out were small sweet moans, his body trembling, ass clenching and releasing around Eric’s fingers. Eric flipped him onto his back like a light doll, poured more cream on the flat smooth belly, and started spreading slowly, large hands sliding over the small chest, pulling the thin swimsuit straps aside, exposing the hard pink nipples, circling them, and Tim moaned in a high trembling voice, legs spreading on their own. Eric leaned in, pushed a deep warm tongue into his mouth, kissed him a long-wet kiss, one hand continuing to massage the nipple, the other sliding down to the small hard cock, pressing through the thin fabric.

But Tim, with a mischievous smile, suddenly pushed him, snatched the bottle, and said, “Now my turn.” He flipped Eric onto his back, poured a thick white stream over the chiseled abs, filling the grooves between muscles, then began massaging, small skilled hands sliding over the broad chest, descending slowly to the waist, then under the swimsuit. He pulled out Eric’s long heavy cock, wrapped it in two small warm hands, started stroking up and down, thumb caressing the sensitive head, fingers pressing the underside vein, slow precise rhythm, and Eric’s cock jumped and grew even more, small drops of clear fluid glistening at the tip. Tim thought for a moment why he was doing this. After all, the whole purpose of regular sex with Eric was to prevent them from doing it in public. But then that thought was buried under Eric’s moans. A few meters away, Lucy and Tiffany were already lying on their towels, kissing wildly, swimsuits tossed aside, naked bodies pressing, hands slipping under thin fabric, fingers caressing wet pussies, sweet wet moans swallowed in kisses. Tiffany pushed aside Lucy’s thong, exposed the pink wet pussy, and a long warm tongue plunged deep, licking every fold, sucking the clit, and Lucy moaned high, grabbed Tiffany’s waist, flipped her, and started licking back in perfect 69 on the hot sand—breasts on thighs, tongues deep inside pussies, fingers moving fast, bodies trembling, juices flowing, the sun shining on them as if the whole world was created just for this moment.

Tim knew the beach was private and no one would disturb them. He pulled Eric’s swimsuit off completely. The long thick cock jumped out, erect and wet, and Tim swallowed it immediately, tasting salty sea and sunscreen and sweet precum, tongue swirling around the head, lips pressing, throat opening, one hand caressing the heavy balls, the other continuing to shine Eric’s cock with sunscreen, and he moaned in a low broken voice, large hands gripping Tim’s pink hair, pulling him deeper, deeper. In the distance, Tiffany raised her head for a moment, saw Tim swallowing Eric’s cock to the root, the hot loving expression on Eric’s face, and finally understood: Tim hadn’t lied. His blowjobs really were the best in the world. But it no longer mattered to her, because now she had Lucy, and Lucy’s tongue was inside her.

After the parallel fucking, the rest of the day went more according to plan. They built a huge sandcastle with towers and tunnels, Tiffany and Lucy laughed like little girls when waves washed away the moat, Eric and Lucy swam to the far buoy and raced back, and Tim floated on his stomach, his huge ass poking out of the water like two small pink islands. Music played from the portable speaker, cold beers were opened, and the sun kept smiling from above. At noon Tim spread a huge mat, opened the cooler, and pulled out a lunch worthy of a beach restaurant: giant sandwiches with fresh baguette, melted brie, thin roast beef, arugula, and truffle mayo; cold watermelon salad with feta, mint, and lemon; grilled chicken and vegetable skewers with yogurt herb sauce. Everything fresh and perfectly seasoned. For dessert he pulled out a huge vanilla-strawberry whipped cream cake—layers of crisp pastry, airy vanilla cream, fresh strawberries, sweet whipped cream on top with tiny colorful sprinkles. Eric, Lucy, and Tiffany attacked it like wolves, spoons flying, laughter and pleasure moans, cream sticking to fingers and lips. Tim, by contrast, just smiled, pulled out a pre-made pink-peach energy shake bottle, and sipped it slowly, eyes locked on Eric’s over the rim.

Every sip was slow, deliberate: small tongue licking the upper lip, half-closed eyes, throat swallowing slowly, fingers caressing the bottle as if it were something else entirely. Eric froze with a spoon in the air, cream on his lip, and immediately understood the secret ingredient in the drink. His eyes lit up, his cock twitched in the swimsuit, and he nearly dropped the cake from sheer horniness.

After they were full, Lucy pulled out a volleyball and suggested playing, and the foursome set up an improvised net between two umbrellas. The game was couples to 10: Lucy and Tiffany against Tim and Eric.

Every time the ball came to Lucy and Tiffany’s side, Tiffany’s breasts bounced like two heavy water balls inside the tiny white bikini, Lucy’s firm ass trembled and jumped as she leaped to spike, the red fabric stretching over the round cheeks. But when the ball returned to Tim and Eric’s side, Tim always set it high, his huge ass rising and clenching, and the ball reached exactly Eric’s height, who jumped like a rocket and smashed it to the other side in a powerful landing that left no chance. Point after point, 10-0, crushing victory.

Tim let out a high victory squeal and started dancing on the sand, his huge ass bouncing and trembling as the cheeks jumped up and down. “It’s all from the ass!” he declared proudly, shaking it in every direction. Tiffany burst into laughter. “Sure, but the other big thing of yours helped a little more!” Tim put on exaggerated offense and said Eric had nothing to do with the win. Lucy and Tiffany laughed at the absurdity, and even Eric tried not to grin. Tim placed a hand on his chest and declared another game. This time to one point—he alone against all three. He turned to Eric and tried to speak in his most serious voice: “Eric, if you go easy on me—no sex tonight.” Eric raised an eyebrow while trying not to laugh at the threatening yet high voice. “You really mean that?” “No, but I don’t have another threat,” Tim answered in embarrassment as his face reddened. Eric smiled, kissed him hard, and said, “I’ll do my best.”

The game started; Tim served to Lucy-Tiffany-Eric’s side. Lucy spiked, her ass moving, Tiffany set, her breasts nearly jumping out, and the ball dropped near the net. Eric jumped like a panther, abs clenching, arm raised—but exactly in that split second Tim, with a wicked sweet smile, grabbed his two huge cheeks with both hands, lifted them high, released them to bounce and tremble like two pink jelly balls glistening, then twisted his hips in a slow teasing motion, his tight suit unable to withstand the movement. The swimsuit tore and fully exposed his already-exposed body to everyone—they all saw him with his huge ass and small cock, both jiggling. Eric, mid-air, saw it—Tim’s cock bouncing in the same rhythm as his perfect ass. And his brain disconnected. The ball landed straight on his head and fell to his side. A huge victory squeal burst from Tim’s throat, he jumped and ran in place, ass bouncing like crazy. Tiffany ran to him laughing and grabbed his two huge cheeks. She massaged and squeezed them hard and said “You’re such a terrible bitch!” And Tim just shook his ass even more. “I told you—it’s all from the ass!” Lucy rolled with laughter on the sand, because she too knew there was no better, or funnier, way to lose. Eric stood there, heavy breathing, cock fully hard pushing the swimsuit, an embarrassed-loving smile on his face, because he knew he’d never stand a chance against Tim’s not-so-secret weapon.

The sun sank into the sea and the sky turned deep pink-red. Lucy and Tiffany had already said goodbye with long hugs and promises to meet again soon; they had a dinner reservation at a restaurant. They offered for Tim and Eric to join, but Tim and Eric declined. They explained that the beach day had been fun but they were tired and wanted to relax at home. Of course, both knew they wouldn’t do anything relaxing at home, but Lucy and Tiffany already knew that too. Tim lay on his back on the pink towel, his swimsuit completely torn into thin strips covering nothing, his huge ass fully exposed to sand and the light evening breeze. He rested his head on Eric’s broad warm shoulder, sighed a small happy sigh, and said: “This day… was perfect.” Eric smiled a soft smile, stroked his long hair, and said in a low sincere voice: “Every day with you is perfect.”

Tim laughed, blushed lightly, and raised an eyebrow. “Where did you pull that line from?” But Eric just smiled a deep smile, eyes sparkling in the twilight. “From the heart.” Tim blushed even more, his heart pounding hard, and said quietly: “If you’d used lines like that on girls in our previous lives, you wouldn’t have had any trouble getting dates.” Eric was silent for a moment, gaze fixed on the horizon, comparing in his mind the old lives—empty, lonely—to these, full of love, laughter, Tim. He grabbed Tim’s huge exposed cheek, fingers digging into the soft warm flesh, and Tim moaned a small sweet moan, his small cock jumping and standing immediately, fully exposed to sand and breeze.

Eric swallowed, voice trembling a little: “Tim… I have something important to tell you.” Tim laughed. “What, another girl gave you a blowjob? Because if so, maybe I’ll introduce her to May-Lin from the office…” Eric took a deep breath, pulled a small black box from the bag, and opened it slowly. Inside sparkled a white gold ring with a huge diamond, shining like the first star that had just risen in the sky. Tim froze. Words stuck in his throat. Eric inhaled, voice soft and deep: “Jo gave me a huge bonus… I wanted to tell you, but on the way home I passed a jewelry store and… I just knew.” “But why give me this? Was it an urge?” Tim asked. Eric shrugged, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “No, this whole month you’ve been giving and giving and giving… I wanted to give you something back.” Tim took the ring with trembling hands, slipped it on his finger, and the diamond sparkled in the last light of sunset, pink-red like the sky, like their hearts. He looked at Eric, eyes full of happy tears, and said in a choked voice: “You’re wrong… you gave me the best time of my life.”

They stared at each other in complete silence, the breeze caressing their exposed skin, waves whispering in the background, the whole world disappearing. And then, as the sun touched the horizon and only one last ray remained in the sky, they kissed—a long, deep kiss full of love, soft lips pressing, tongues slowly swirling, hands holding tight, as if afraid to let go.