The girls ride me

I take off the rig and lie down on my back on the bed. “Taylor, straddle my hips,” I say. “I want you to ride my cock.”

“Are you sure?” Brandy asks. “For her first time—”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I tell her. “This way, she’s in control. I can hold my cock steady for her, and she can take it at her own pace. If you’re concerned, you can help her before you come sit on my face.”

Taylor straddles me; Brandy gets up on her knees behind her. I hold my cock, and Taylor gingerly sits on it. We both groan when my knob pops through her virgin hole. She’s crazy fucking tight! Brandy caresses her tiny tits and teases her clit. She whispers encouragement in Taylor’s ear.

I can feel Taylor’s nectar running down my dick, so I know she’s wet enough to take me. Slowly, slowly, she works herself up and down, moaning and whimpering as she stretches out her tight little cunt. I groan and try to hold still as she fucks me excruciatingly slowly. As she gets used to me, she begins to speed up, and it begins to be more obvious that she’s enjoying herself. Finally, Brandy moves herself around and sits on my face. I lap at her spicy wetness as she rubs herself unhurriedly back and forth.

Taylor moans in triumph when she’s finally fully impaled on my rod. I can hear the stepsisters kissing above me. Brandy thrusts her hips back, allowing me to suck her clit hard into my mouth. I hum the bass riff to “The Chain”; she cums all over my face with a startled cry. Taylor starts moving, rising and falling on my pole, first slowly, then faster. I reach up and grab one of each nipple; I pull and twist. Taylor cries out and fucks me faster yet; Brandy grinds herself against me. I drop my hand from Taylor’s nipple to her clit, rubbing it with a fingertip. “I’m—I’m—I’m—” she gasps. She slams herself down hard and cums with a wild shriek. I scrape Brandy’s clit with my teeth, triggering her climax as well. The two girls collapse together and hang on for dear life.

*******

Brandy rolls off me; Taylor, still mounted on my dick, falls forward. “Fuck!” Brandy cries.

“What is it?” I ask, wondering if I should be concerned.

“I have a second camera I wanted to use, and I forgot about it,” she says, sounding irritated at herself. “Let me go get that set up so I don’t miss anything else.”