Chapter 11

When at length they both settled down, Joan pushed up against them, finding Sam's mouth and kissing him passionately. He felt her tits against his side. Joan had shed the rest of her clothes while he and Marcie fucked.

"My turn now," she said between kisses. "God, I almost came just listening to you two."

Sam laughed, and pulled out of Marcie. Joan immediately took him in her mouth, cleaning him with her tongue and bringing him back to full hardness.

"Mmm," she said as she finished. "You taste sweet, Marcie." She lay back on the couch next to her exhausted friend and spread her legs. "Come on, Sam, do me," she pleaded.

He pushed into her with no further urging, and quickly brought her to the orgasm she craved. He didn't come himself, this time; he had other plans. Pulling out his still-erect cock, he sat on the sofa between Marcie and Joan.

"So, Marcie," Sam said, smiling at her. "Still happy with your decision?"

She smiled too, but looked a little confused. "Decision?"

"To be my fuck toy," he said.

Her smile broadened and she sat up. "Hell, yes! I have *never* felt that way before. It wasn't a decision. Your fuck toy is what I am, like it or not."

Sam indicated his crotch. "Then, get busy, fuck toy."

Marcie quickly knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She'd obviously given head before; she used her tongue well. It only took a couple of minutes before he came into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly.

"Wow," she said when she was done. She looked over at Joan and smiled. "You taste sweet, too, Joan."

The three of them settled back onto the couch, Joan and Marcie leaning against him while he toyed with their breasts. By turning his head he could kiss first one, then the other. After a while of this Marcie asked,

"So, how long have the two of you been... ?"

"Just a couple days," Joan said. "He's fabulous, isn't he?"

"God, yes! No wonder you weren't so keen on my coming over," Marcie laughed.

Joan laughed too. "Yeah. Though it's been a lot more fun than I thought."

"Yeah, for me too," Sam said, which prompted another round of kissing and cuddling.

Finally Marcie sighed happily and rested her head on his chest. "That was really, really great," she said. Then, in a mischievous tone she added, "But I know you really *do* like Joan's tits better."

Joan laughed, and Sam asked "What is this, a race?" He thought about it for a minute, the two girls reclining against him, before saying, "On the other hand... maybe you're projecting."

"Projecting?" Marcie echoed.

"Yeah. Maybe it's really *you* who likes Joan's tits so much."

Marcie instantly blushed deeply, but Sam could tell he'd hit the nail on the head, and so could Joan.

"You never said anything," Joan said to Marcie.

"Well, no. I mean, how could I? You'd think I was gay, or something."

"Are you?" Sam asked.

"Evidently not," Marcie said. "I like boys a lot. Especially you. But, you know, sometimes I think about... doing something else. Just fantasies," she added hastily.

"So, how about it, Joan?" Sam asked her.

"How about what?"

"Don't be dense! Would it bother you if Marcie played with your tits?"

Joan considered it. "I guess not. I mean, we've been friends forever. And here we are, bare-assed naked together, and I'm not embarrassed. Are you, Marcie?"

"A little," Marcie admitted, "but it's really hot, too."

Sam got up and sat on the coffee table. "Don't let me get between you!"

The two girls faced each other. Marcie's desire was easy to read on her face, but she still hesitated, uncertain about Joan's reaction. After half a minute or so, Joan gave an exasperated sigh.

"Here!" She grabbed Marcie's hands and plastered them onto her own tits. Marcie froze in startlement. "Go on!" Joan said. "What do you want, an engraved invitation?"

Tentatively, almost fearfully, Marcie began to gently knead Joan's breasts. Joan closed her eyes and sighed a bit, more contentedly.

"That's nice," she said, eyes still closed. "It might almost be you, Sam."

Emboldened by this reception, Marcie began working the tits more forcefully. She tugged and tweaked the nipples, stroked around the aureoles, took the full breasts back into her hands and fondled them. After a little while, Joan raised her hands to Marcie's own small breasts.

"Tit for tat," she giggled. "Or for tit."

"Oh, Joan," Marcie groaned, "that feels so good."

"Feels great to me, too. Mmmm. Had a lot of practice?"

"Just on myself," Marcie said.

"Me, too." The two girls continued to caress each other. Marcie leaned forward and brushed Joan's right nipple with the tip of her tongue. Joan shivered, but turned to give her better access. Marcie began sucking gently, her face enraptured as if living a dream come true. Her hands roamed over Joan's taut body. Her fingers stroked over the other girl's slit, and Joan moaned in pleasure.

"Go on," Joan panted. "Do it. I want you to."

Marcie withdrew from Joan's firm breast. Tenderly, she kissed her way down Joan's body, touching the soft skin with her lips and tongue, until she reached Joan's pussy. Joan spread her legs to give Marcie room; Marcie extended her tongue and licked, bringing another moan from her friend.

"Oh, God, Marcie," Joan said, her hands now desperately rubbing her own breasts as she dissolved in the pleasure Marcie was giving her. "Oh, God."

Sam watched avidly as the two girls, no longer just friends, made out with increasing passion. Marcie lapped at Joan's pussy as though it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. It was clear that Joan was enjoying every minute of it, her moans becoming louder and more animated as she stroked the other girl's hair. Sam heard the front door open and close behind him. His mother was home. He got up and eased past the now-oblivious girls to leave the living room.

Caroline was hanging up her coat and putting her briefcase away. She looked up as Sam came in, smiling at finding him nude.

"Hi, honey," she said, pulling him to her and giving him a very un-motherly kiss. His arms went around her, and she massaged the hard muscles of his back, sliding her hands down to cup his buttocks. "So, I take it from your current outfit that you and Joan decided not to wait for me?"

"Sort of," Sam said. A loud moan came from the living room -- Joan, Sam thought, though it might have been Marcie.

"What was that?" Caroline asked curiously.

"Joan," Sam said, "and Marcie."

"Joan and Marcie?" Caroline repeated in astonishment.

"Yeah," Sam said, smiling slightly. He released his mother and gestured towards the living room. "They're... you know."

"I had no idea they were like that," Caroline said.

"I don't think they were, until today," Sam said. "Does it bother you?"