Chapter 35

“So, Carter,” Sarah went on, “you were a good sport sitting through that movie with us, that was fun. And you were willing to put up with our rambling on about the perverted things that have happened to us without being judgmental. And even willing to contribute tales of your own perversions. Props to you.

“But here’s the thing. Hearing all this stuff about others’ strange sex experiences has gotten me a bit wound up. I think maybe Denise, too.”

Denise nodded agreement, and put her hand on my leg.

“We haven’t known you for more than a few hours, but how would you feel about helping us out, maybe scratching that itch that has appeared out of nowhere? I’m gonna have a tough time getting to sleep tonight otherwise. Playing with yourself’s okay, but it’s not the same. Whaddya think?”

“Well, that kinda came out of left field. I wasn’t expecting that. I’d be nuts to say no, but some part of me worries that I’m not going to be able to keep up with the two of you.”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out. Are you in?”

“I think so. You’ve each described threesomes with other people, but have the two of you...?”

“No, but I don’t think it’s a problem. We’re friends, though we haven’t done the same guy yet.”

I looked at Denise. “Do you agree?”

“I think it might be fun. I’m in.”

I thought about it, then nodded.

Sarah said, “Might be a good idea to move this into Denise’s room. We don’t know when her roommates are going to be back and what they might walk in on.”

“Okay, this way,” said Denise. She took my hand and gave me a tug up off the couch, perhaps to keep me from making a last-minute dash for freedom. This was sounding pretty good to me so far, so I didn’t think I’d be running off.

Her room was down the hall past the kitchen. Not really large, it was big enough for a double bed and a little space to walk around in. Sarah closed the door behind her.

Okay, let’s not leave everything to the last minute, I told myself. First off, send myself a Cum Block. Hah! Bet you thought I’d forget again. I must be getting better at this.

Next, I linkcast Foundation to both of them, so they’d be responsive and sensitized. I’d leave other specific images for later as I’d need them.

Despite having committed themselves, both of them were now looking a bit nervous, not quite sure how to start, not knowing where to put their hands. They were looking at me as if willing me to make the first move. I didn’t know how to do this without appearing to play favorites. Then inspiration struck.

I took a quarter out of my pocket. “Denise, you call it in the air,” I said, and prepared to flip the coin.

“Call what in the air?”

“The winner gets stripped first, loser has to watch and wait their turn. Call it.” I flipped the coin in the air, caught it in the air and slapped it onto the back of my other hand.”

“Uh, heads.”

I lifted my hand to show them. “Tails. Sarah goes first, but don’t wander off, this won’t take long. You can take notes and grade me on my technique.”

“Don’t cut him any slack, Denise,” said Sarah with a chuckle. “We’ve got standards to uphold, y’know.”

Okay, that had lightened the mood a little, and both of them seemed to be getting into it. I pulled Sarah in a little closer. “Let’s see what’s hidden away here,” I said to no one, as I started unbuttoning her shirt.

“He fumbled a button, Denise, make a note.”

“Ohh, pretty harsh, dinging me on a slip of the finger.” I pulled her shirt out from her waistband and slipped it over her arms. She had on a white bra, small cups but they seemed very nice. No time to look now, I was on the clock.

I dropped to my knees and unlaced her shoes, slipping them off her feet and tossing them aside. I leaned in and licked her navel while unbuckling her belt. The button followed, then the zipper. I let my fingers trail down to her crotch and heard her suck in her breath. The pants were loose-fitting and starting to droop now. I let my tongue follow the falling pants till it met the top of her panties.

I didn’t want to linger too long and have my technique questioned, but I had to reach around and grab the cheeks of her ass, which were surprisingly round and, I found, very firm. I kissed her crotch through her panties and said, “Lift your left leg.”

When she did, I pulled the pants off that leg, then had her do the other one. Still on my knees, I looked up at her. She was breathing fast.

I stood up and said, “Almost done.” I pulled her in close, reached behind her and unsnapped her bra in a single try. If I were king of the world, there would be a Boy Scout Merit badge for that.

I pulled it off her and let it drop to the floor. I took both of her breasts and rolled the nipples between thumb and index finger. She made a little whimper. Finally I reached down, sliding my hands into her panties and pushed them over her hips. They fell to the ground. She was trimmed, but not shaved. I put three fingers between her legs and stroked her labia. “Oh, Jesus,” she whispered.

I turned her around so her back was to the bed. “You lie down there and watch while I help Denise. You take notes this time.”

I stepped over to where Denise was standing. “How’d I do on my evaluation? Anything I need to improve?”

She was just a bit wide-eyed, not sure what she’d gotten into. “Uh, you did fine. Except for that little flub with the button.”

“Tough set of rules you got here. I hope I’m up to it. Let’s start again.” Denise was wearing a pullover shirt and jeans. The jeans looked snug around her waist so while I looked her straight in the eye I pulled the belt open and unsnapped the jeans. Still looking at Denise, by feel alone I found the zipper pull and lowered it slowly while letting my other fingers drag below, pressing into her pussy. She was making a tiny little sound in her throat.

“Now I can get this off you.” I found the hem of the shirt and pulled it up. By instinct she raised her arms over her head automatically. I lifted the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. When I looked down, I found to my surprise that she was a much larger cup size than I’d thought. They were full and soft.

But I still had her jeans to deal with, so I dropped to my knees for better access. She was wearing slip-on shoes, so they were easy to remove. I reached up and grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, but they got hung up on her butt cheeks. They wouldn’t budge.

Women, I think, understand this stuff intuitively. They know when an article of clothing has to be manipulated a certain way. For men, mostly everything goes on and off the same way. You learn it once, it works for almost everything you wear.

So I had to figure out how to work these off her. She’d probably just wiggle her hips in a certain way and they’d do her bidding, but she wasn’t going to help me. I stood up and looked her in the eye while I slid my hands into her jeans and over the cheeks of her ass. I squeezed them so they wouldn’t stick out so much and worked my wrists to push the waistband down. It worked, they were slipping off, but my hands working on her ass left her mewling softly.

I knelt down once more and this time was able to push her jeans to her knees. I had her lift each leg in succession and left the jeans in a rumpled pile on the floor.

Upright once again I put my arms behind her and unhooked her bra. I dropped it on the jeans and was impressed with her tits. They weren’t large but they were quite full. They were calling to me, so I got my hands around them and squeezed them. They felt wonderful. I leaned down and got one nipple in my mouth and sucked. She put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me in.

But I wasn’t done yet. I let gravity pull me down, licking my way down her chest until I got below her belly button. With both hands I pulled her panties down slowly, at the same pace my tongue was descending, until her panties fell down her legs and my tongue was just above her clit. Her legs were shaking.

“All done. I hope I passed my test. Why don’t you lie down there next to Sarah while I get rid of all this?”

She lay on the bed beside Sarah and put one hand in hers, both watching me. I was still kneeling, so I unlaced my shoes. Standing up, I slipped them off while I unbuttoned my shirt. The two of them were watching me, fascinated, though I wasn’t doing anything to command that kind of rapt attention.

I pulled the shirt off my arms and dropped it on a chair in the corner. Catching myself, I pulled out my wallet and took out the two condoms, putting them on the small end table next to the bed. Then I undid my belt and jeans button, unzipped the fly, and wiggled them off. I had to get my foot on the bottom of the leg so I could pull my leg out, then did the same on the other side.

I walked over and dropped them on top of my shirt. Facing the bed, I pushed my shorts down and they fell to the floor. The two of them were staring at my dick. It’s not that big, so I didn’t understand the fascination, but they were focused.

“I don’t have enough hands or enough of anything for that matter to deal with the two of you equitably. You’re going to have to take turns. Who goes first? How do we determine that?”

It was Sarah who spoke first. “I won the coin toss, so it should be Denise’s turn first.”

I nodded. “Okay, then. Denise first.” I wormed my way onto the bed, which already seemed a little small, and snuggled up against Denise.

I told her, “If you’ll let me, I’d like to explore your body first, ‘cause what little I saw I really liked.”

She settled in and got comfortable while Sarah looked on. After some kissing I worked my way to her earlobe and nibbled at that, then worked my way onto her neck while I fondled her left boob. I thought about it for a moment, then linkcast her Silk, which would make my touch more sensitive.

As soon as I did, I could feel how her response changed. To her it would feel like tiny little static electricity shocks of pleasure, very small but attention-getting. I moved down to her right tit and sucked on her nipple, while I rolled the left one between thumb and forefinger. “Oh, fuck yes,” she said quietly.

The nipples were getting hard, a good sign that I was on the right track. I would have liked to spend a little more time here, but there were other places to see, so I licked my way south. I could feel her tensing, making little sounds in her throat, as I went past her belly button.

But I remembered how she’d responded when I got my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed them. “Denise, turn over on your stomach. I need to see the back of you.”

I could almost read her mind, saying, “No, wait, keep going, you’re almost there.” I looked at her, waiting, and she knew I wasn’t going to do any more right now. Reluctantly, she turned over in the limited space she had and settled onto her stomach.

Starting on her shoulder, I licked and nibbled my way down, while one hand grabbed the cheek of her ass and squeezed. Sometimes I’d let my fingers stray in the crack and she’d suck in her breath. I was beginning to suspect that Denise might have tendencies that she hadn’t yet revealed to Sarah.

I had to move down a little further on the bed because I was now twisting uncomfortably to reach certain areas. When I got to the small of her back I had both hands on her butt, massaging it, and she had started moaning quietly.

A little lick of the tongue found a really sensitive spot just above her coccyx and she went, “Yes, yes!” Good to know, I’d save that one for later. My real target was her butt. I think this was that new sense I’d become aware of recently, my e-dar, where I could intuit a person’s general emotional response without having any details. And this response was saying, “Fuck, yeah, keep going, almost there.”

And sure enough, when my tongue landed on the cheek of her ass and licked it everywhere, she groaned and said, “Christ, yes, do that!” So I did, alternating from one cheek to the other. My hands went further south, onto the insides of her thighs and she jumped.

I was lying on top of her at the moment, so she didn’t go far, but I knew I’d hit paydirt as I ran my fingers up her thighs. When I stuck my tongue in the crack of her butt and licked she went ballistic. “Ohmigod! Jesus, yes!”

She was wound up enough now, it was time. I stood up, grabbed her ankles and flipped her over onto her back, then slid her down until her ass was at the edge. Her face was saying, “What the hell? Why did you stop?”, but I didn’t give her the chance to say it out loud. I fell on my knees, got my face into her pussy and attacked it with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Carter, yes, right there, do it!” I was running my busy tongue up and down her slit which had already gotten a little puffy, but I took my thumbs and pulled the labia apart, then got my tongue onto the pink parts.

Now it wasn’t words anymore. I could just see her face, and she had her eyes closed, rocking her head back and forth, grunting. She was waiting for a big one, but not yet. I linkcast Mineral Spring to her and she groaned as it washed over her.

Her hips were thrusting now, trying to get my tongue where she wanted it to go, but there’s a plan here. Sorta. Gotta work up to it. I went a little lower and did my best to tongue-fuck her. She pushed into me and slapped her hands on the back of my head, locking me in place. I linkcast a Summer Breeze, which elicited a long, quiet “Yesss!”

I was drooling a lot of saliva, because when you’ve got your tongue out there’s no real way to swallow the saliva you produce, and it was dribbling down her slit. Which made her perineum really slick. If I hadn’t completely misread her, the next thing would send her flying.

Still tongue-fucking her pussy, I dropped my thumb onto her perineum and slid it back and forth. “Oh, Jesus, yes, I’m so close, so close, don’t stop!”

Okay, it was time. I kept my thumb going and moved my head higher, tongue darting here and there, until I was just below her clit. She was pounding the back of my head now, but I wouldn’t go the last centimeter. I teased her, flicking my tongue around the perimeter.

She was getting almost angry now, so desperate was she to get over the edge. “You bastard, don’t tease me, get me off, please, please!”

Sarah was looking on, slightly open-mouthed. I sensed that she’d never seen Denise get so wound up before and may have been a little concerned.

“Here we go, Denise, get ready.” I moved my tongue that last little bit and bathed her clit with it. I could feel her tensing. Then, with the thumb still rubbing her perineum, I slipped my middle finger into her ass and pumped it.