Best Friends Pt. 6

The three of you sleep till late in the afternoon, arms and legs comfortably entwined. You wake up as evening begins to creep through the windows, your cock aching slightly after all the action it has seen today.

By the time you come out from the shower, the girls are awake and chatting. They’re still entwined on the floor, giving each other soft kisses as they talk. You enjoy the intimate view you’re getting until Sarah breaks off and looks at you.

“Karen and I are going to take a bath....together. We’ll probably take some time, lots of catching up to do, so no masturbating while we’re gone. I haven’t had my fill of your cock yet.”

“You two are still horny?" you ask in amazement. "My cock’s too sore to even lift up from this view.”

“We’re sluts darling,” Karen replies with a grin. “We’re always up for more.” Turning to Sarah, “Jake installed a double bath. Now we don’t have to spend half an hour trying to find the right position. You should get one of these back home.”

You watch with a grin as they chatter, hand in hand, on the way to the bathroom. You head to the bedroom to get dressed. And maybe grab an icepack for the little guy, you think.

A few hours later you were dressed and ready to go out for dinner. While the time had been uneventful for you, it had been anything but that for the girls. You could hear them giggle and splash each other in the bath, their shrill squeals later replaced by softer moans and the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator. After their long bath was done, Karen grabbed her clothes and went straight to Sarah’s room, citing that she needed to “help her in getting dressed.” You gave her ass a playful smack as she walked past; telling her, “Make sure you give a massage first, with your tongue.” She blows you a grateful kiss in return, replying, “My tongue’s sore....her’s isn’t.”

Sarah’s door opens and the girls step out. They stand in front of you, giving you a pose that accentuates their curves. “Do we look good, darling?” Sarah asks.

They definitely did. Sarah was dressed in a simple dark blue sweater that went with her jeans. Though the clothes were unremarkable, the way they hugged her body left little doubt about Sarah’s figure. Their simplicity helped direct all your attention to her curves and her pretty face. You were glad to see she wore the same heels she had arrived in, her toes clearly in view.

Karen was dressed in a shirt above which she wore a well-fitting leather jacket. She left the jacket unbuttoned and the fabric of the shirt was thin enough to see the outline and color of her dark bra. You were sure that the contrast was done on purpose. She followed it up with a skirt that came down to her knees and a pair of flat-heeled shoes which were, disappointingly for you, close-toed.

“You two look very cute... and very, very fuckable,” you reply honestly. “I’m surprised you guys weren’t a little more risqué with your clothes.”

“Babe we’re not college students anymore,” Karen admonishes you. “People can recognize us here. I can’t be as carefree about it as I used to be. Besides you’ll get to see as much of us as you want when we get back.”

“As much as I love looking dirty, Karen’s right,” Sarah chimes in. “But just because we look like good, chaste girls,” Karen snorts in laughter, “doesn’t mean we aren’t naughty inside.” The stress on “inside” catches your ear. Sarah presses herself to your side and says, “Feel my ass up darling.”

You obediently give her cheek a good squeeze through her jeans, but she slaps your hand away. “Inside. Make sure your feel all over.” You obey her words with some difficulty, the tight jeans resistant to your intrusion. You immediately notice the lack of any panties and as your hand moves slowly down her crack, you feel a hard, rubbery nub sticking out from her soft skin. You give it a small push and hear Sarah give a small sigh of pleasure.

“She’s not the only one,” Karen breaks in with a smile. She turns around and bends over, her ass facing you. Then she flips her skirt up and gives you a gorgeous view of her bare ass with a corresponding butt plug. You enjoy groping and probing Sarah’s ass while Karen seductively runs her hands up from her knees, along her thighs until her hands spread her cheeks apart, giving you a better view of the plug. Then with a quick slap to her ass, she stands back up, “Show’s over and I’m starving. We were too busy fucking to have lunch, remember?”

“You had that plug in all day?” you ask in surprise.

“Yep. Honestly I don’t want to take it out. I’m really enjoying the constant reminder of being filled up. It shifts inside when I walk, so that’s really good as well.”

“Too bad you don’t do anal play,” Sarah tells you. “You’re the odd butt out.”

{if $bisex > 4}“Actually, I’m sort of getting interested in anal play now. I think I’m a little jealous of how much Karen enjoys a filled ass. And I do feel a little left out in not being butt plug buddies.”

Karen gives you a long, happy kiss. “I really glad to hear this babe. Don’t worry, we’ll train your ass slowly...very, very slowly.” She strokes your crotch as she whispers the words.{else}“Maybe someday,” you reply. “Right now I’m still getting used to having two sexy girls to play with. One thing at a time I guess.”

Sarah gives your ass a short, sharp slap, “I don’t have a problem leaving your hole alone, but your ass is getting spanked by me – whether you like it or not.”

You laugh. “No ma’am. I have no problems with that.”{endif}