“Are you feeling stressed?”
“Yes,” I muttered at the screen.
“Is life getting you down?”
“Yes, again,” I sighed.
“Well, I can help you—with a spiritually uplifting aromatherapy massage.”
“Why not?” I wondered, looking at the screen again before reading on.
“Provided by a fully qualified masseuse….”
“Just what I need,” I thought to myself
“…who is a nudist…”
“Oh!”
“…so don’t call if nudity offends you!”
I started to chuckle quietly. Yes, I was stressed and felt like just about everything was falling on top of me, so why not? It’s probably an overweight man who did it anyway, I thought to myself as I wrote down the number, but to be honest, I didn’t care. I would have my eyes closed and as long as I felt less stressed afterwards, then I would be happy.
The next day, I called between meetings. To my surprise, a lady answered, a very friendly lady. To my even greater surprise, a few hours later I was ringing the doorbell at the address on the other side of town that she had given me. Even though I knew the masseuse was at least a lady, I was still convinced that I’d better keep my eyes closed. So when the door opened moments after I pressed the doorbell, I think my mouth remained open.
“Simon?” she asked in a delightfully sing-song voice as she opened the door.
“Yes,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Come in… come in.”
I followed Jessie—the name she had given me on the phone—through a small hallway and straight into what was obviously her living room. I started to look around, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was small and petite, her blonde hair falling just past her shoulders. Her face was pretty, without wrinkles or makeup, her eyes bright and mischievous, her nose sprinkled with freckles, her mouth generous. I guessed she was in her forties, but she looked younger. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting white jumpsuit, zipped up the front, which hugged every curve of her body. It ended just below the swell of her buttocks, and it was more than obvious that the mature woman was naked underneath. The zipper was already open between her breasts, drawing attention to her dark nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
I watched the sway of her mature buttocks as she disappeared toward what must have been her kitchen.
“Get undressed then,” she called over her shoulder, before returning a few seconds later with two glasses of water.
I started to undress while she smoothed out the towel spread on the massage table in the center of the room. I looked around to see if there was somewhere I could undress, but all I found was a typical living room in a typical house, with open stairs in the corner. I shrugged and started to undress, surprising myself at not feeling embarrassed in front of this undeniably sexy and soon-to-be-naked woman.
I felt the tension drain from my body as I took off my shoes, then bent down to remove my socks. I stood up and began to undo my shirt. Across the room, I watched Jessie bend over to put on some soothing music, her jumpsuit incredibly tight across her buttocks. As I watched, she suddenly relaxed, pulling the zipper down as she stood back up. Without saying a word, she turned to me, letting her blouse fall from her shoulders, her breasts pushing forward. A second later, the mature woman was naked.
I silently prayed that my cock would behave itself as I quickly finished undressing, my eyes following her as she moved around the room. The sexy masseuse was tanned all over, her skin a soft brown color. Her breasts swayed gently, her nipples perched at the tips of her raised curves. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrowed above the swell of her hips, her buttocks firm. I caught a glimpse of a patch of hair at the base of her stomach, but that was all, because she caught my attention by tapping on the massage table, a small smile on her lips.
Following her instructions, I climbed onto the table and lay face down, wriggling quickly to get my cock comfortable beneath me. She pointed out a hole for my face.
“Some people use it, some don’t,” she said softly.
I rested my head on my arms, turning to the side, aware that she was next to me. I heard the oil slapping on her hands, then sighed as she grabbed my shoulders before her hands slowly and carefully moved down my back.
I felt every muscle in my back and shoulders relax as her hands glided easily over my skin. Ten minutes later, I felt like almost all the stress and tension of the past weeks and months had melted away—and that Jessie knew the story of my life! As she moved from one side of my body to the other, she spoke softly, and I found myself talking about my work and its problems, how my fifteen-year marriage had disintegrated into a bitter divorce, just about everything.
As her hands moved over me, I realized she was behind me, and I wanted to turn around to see her as she moved. I heard the oil dripping from her hands and felt her slide her hands down the back of one leg, then the other, her hands pressing powerfully against the muscles built up from miles of cycling. She moved to the side, her hands slid up my inner thigh, and her fingertips grabbed my cock. At first, I jumped, thinking it was a mistake, but the second time it happened, a rush went through me.
Her hands ran gently along my legs, then moved up my buttocks to my back. She did it again, talking to me about this and that, about the massage training she had taken. This time, her hands focused on my buttocks, first on the outside, then closer to the center, her fingers sliding along the crack between them, teasing them, probing them, before moving up my back and down again.
I was so relaxed that I didn’t notice she had stopped until she appeared in front of me, her naked body inches from my face. As I looked at her, I realized that the soft hair I had seen earlier was trimmed into a neat strip above her pussy, a strip that drew my eyes downward. Jessie knelt on the corner of the table and held out her arm to me. I watched her closely for the first time, and I saw the concentration on her face as she held my hand to keep my arm steady while her other hand slowly slid over my skin, but my eyes quickly dropped, stealing glances at her breasts, at her dark, erect nipples.
I almost jumped when she took my hand in both of hers, squeezing me close as she massaged the tension out of my fingers. When she moved my hand, my fingers caught her breasts, gently touching her warm skin, sending another jolt to my cock. She moved in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her perfect ass as she positioned herself to work on my other arm. I watched her, seeing how absorbed she was in her work, how totally relaxed the sexy masseuse was about her own nudity.
As she worked on my hands, my fingers still grabbing her breasts from time to time, she told me about a college student who was staying with her for a few days and training to be a beautician.
“She wants to do massages too,” she said lightly, “but she’s having trouble finding people to practice on. I still have a little work to do on your back… would you mind if Emma helped me?”
She asked so naturally, and I was so relaxed, that I simply nodded.
“Emma,” Jessie called upstairs.
I watched Jessie move back to my side, expecting her to slip back into her jumpsuit before Emma came downstairs. Even though she wasn’t hiding much, I assumed that’s what she would do. To my surprise, she remained naked—and when I turned my head to see Emma coming downstairs in a robe, I understood why. Without hesitation, Emma dropped her robe on the floor and stood in front of Jessie.
During those few seconds, I could see that she was twenty, maybe twenty-one, with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and a tanned body that looked a lot like Jessie’s. Her breasts were a little larger and her hips and buttocks a little rounder, but the resemblance was so striking that I wondered if they were related in some way.
For the next ten minutes, these two beautiful naked ladies moved around me, their four hands running over my back, shoulders, and bare legs, Jessie speaking softly to Emma, giving her instructions and advice. I couldn’t help but watch Emma position herself at my head, her soft belly and pierced navel just inches away from me as she rolled my shoulders. At my feet, I felt Jessie’s hands move up my legs, her fingers grabbing my cock out of Emma’s sight again before sliding between my cheeks.
“We’ll do Simon’s hands and arms again, then I’ll finish,” I heard Jessie say to Emma.
Moments later, they were both kneeling at the end of the table, one hand in each of them, my fingers grabbing their breasts. Emma looked up when I looked at her and caught me staring at her breasts. I started to look away, but she smiled and pulled me closer, my fingertips brushing against her erect nipple. She massaged my fingers gently, her hand moving them up and down one after the other as if they were miniature cocks. As I watched, she shifted position again, as if to get comfortable, her legs spreading to give me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy.
As Emma moved, I realized that Jessie was also changing position. As she moved, my arm dropped, her hand tightening around my wrist as her other hand moved up my arm. My fingers hung loosely, catching her stomach. She moved again—and my fingers brushed the soft hair above her pussy. I glanced at her, expecting a reaction, but her face was still focused.
“I think that’s enough now,” she said.
Even though I was looking at her, I jumped when she spoke, wondering if she had seen Emma’s slight movement. I watched Emma slip back into her dress and smile a “thank you” at me before heading back upstairs.
“I’ll finish your back, then I’ll start on the front,” Jessie told me.
She moved to the end of the table, her hands sweeping down the backs of my legs, over my buttocks, and up to my shoulders. As she stretched, I was sure her breasts were touching me, sliding over me, first gently, then more distinctly. Each time her hands swept over my buttocks and up my back, her breasts joined them, sliding lightly, easily, over my skin. She moved to the other side and did the same, my efforts to control my cock becoming more difficult as I felt her nipples slide over me.
Moments later, she stopped and asked me to sit up. She handed me the glass of water she had brought earlier and told me to take a good drink before she took care of my forehead. I did as she said, aware that she was standing close to me with her own glass, her breasts and stomach glistening with oil. She adjusted the massage table and took my glass back. I lay down, happy to be slightly reclined so I could watch her as she moved.
She started with my feet, her hands moving up one leg and then the other, carefully avoiding my genitals and focusing on my thighs. She moved to my side and worked on my legs again, this time pushing down before moving up to my shoulder and leaning over to run her hands over my chest and stomach. As she leaned over me, I stared at her breasts swaying forward, inches away from me, so close that I felt I could easily reach out and pull her nipple into my mouth.
As if reading my mind, she paused, her breast hovering closer than ever before she stood up and moved to my other shoulder. This time, her breast brushed my cheek as she leaned forward, her hands moving down my chest and stomach, then to my legs.
Within a few minutes, the entire front of my body and legs, except for my cock, glistened with oil. Jessie returned to my feet, and I watched her stretch upward, her hands moving along my legs, her breasts hanging low, almost touching me. Beyond that, I could see her narrow waist and the flare of her hips, a hint of her pussy nestled between her thighs.
I heard the sloshing of the oil. At first, I thought I had imagined it when her hand slid almost carelessly along my cock before sliding down my stomach. But moments later, I knew I hadn’t, because she did it again, once, then twice, and again. My cock hardening quickly, Jessie slowly stroked my shaft one last time before letting it rest on my stomach. Her hands returned to my thighs, rubbing and kneading them, before one of them moved down to my balls, caressing them, a finger moving closer to rub against my ass.
I tried to stifle my moan as she moved to the side, one hand reaching for my cock again, stroking and squeezing it, her other hand rubbing my chest. She put me down, moving again, this time closer to my shoulder so she could reach me, her hands sliding over my stomach, over my cock, down to my thighs. She was close, so close that it took all my willpower to keep myself from reaching out, running my hands over her ass, or moving up to her breasts, or even down to her pussy.
As these thoughts and emotions raced through my mind, her hand slid down my cock again, which was still resting on my stomach, harder than ever. Her hand moved slowly, teasingly, my cock throbbing. She lifted me off my body as she stood beside me, her hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, peeling my skin, her thumb rubbing the pre-cum that was escaping from me.
She moved slightly, leaning over me, one hand slowly stroking my cock, the other moving over my chest. She moved a little along the table, my cock twitching in her hand as I felt her soft hair brush against my fingers. I looked up at her face again, but it was still an image of concentration, her eyes following her hand on my chest. She gently placed my cock on my stomach and moved to the other side of the table. This time, she pressed her mound lightly against my fingers, teasing me as she reached for my cock again.
I reached out, unable to stop myself. She stood at my waist, half-turned, as if waiting, ready, for me to reach out and touch her, my hand resting easily on the small of her back. I moaned, my body tensing, as one hand held the base of my cock, the other moving faster and faster along my shaft, becoming a blur as my hand slowly slid over the curves of her ass. She pressed herself against my hand, a slight but definitive movement, an intimate movement. My ass lifted off the table, my thighs and stomach tensed as her hands moved me toward the inevitable, as my cum erupted upward.
I cried out as I came, my cum splattering my stomach, more dripping down my cock and onto her hand. All the while, she was caressing me, still pushing back against my hand as I stroked her. With a sigh, she pulled away, her face slightly flushed, but suddenly businesslike again. As she turned to grab some wipes, I saw how dark and hard her nipples were, and I wanted to pull her toward me. I reached out and touched her buttocks again, caressing her gently as she cleaned up my semen, wiping me carefully, apologizing with a laugh for the coldness of the wipes.
After that, she started massaging me again, bringing me down from my state of euphoria, leaving me relaxed and stress-free, just as she had promised. When she was done, I sat up and took the glass of water she handed me, drinking it gratefully as she stood beside me, still naked. I was more than aware of her as she took my glass and then stood in front of me, towel in hand. She used it to gently wipe away the excess oil wherever she could reach, asking me to stand up so she could take care of my back and buttocks.
With a smile, she handed me a clean towel and told me that if I needed a shower, it was upstairs to the right. I took it gratefully and headed for the stairs, brushing past her as I went, my body tingling at the sensation of her warmth against me. As I climbed the steps, I glanced back and saw Jessie slipping back into her outfit. I smiled with regret, already looking forward to seeing her again.
I found the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower. It was a large walk-in shower with two jets, under which I quickly positioned myself, letting the warm water cascade over me. I closed my eyes and turned my face toward the water, thinking about how good I felt, the quality of the massage, the relaxation I was experiencing. I smiled to myself, my cock starting to stir again as I thought about Jessie’s proximity, her beauty and charm, the “orgasmic” ending. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I was no longer alone until she spoke—and her hand wrapped around my cock.
“I wish Jessie had joined the party at the end too,” Emma whispered, slowly stroking my cock, her full, round breasts pressed against my back.
I gasped and started to turn, but Emma pressed herself harder against me, stopping me, one hand on my hip, the other slowly sliding down my cock. I braced my hands against the shower wall as she leaned against me, her hard nipples pressing into my back. She moved up and down, rubbing her body against mine, our slippery skin making it easy, her breasts and nipples moving around my back, her stomach rubbing against my buttocks. I gasped again when she wrapped one leg around mine, turning me toward her as she pressed her pussy against my thigh.
With nothing else on my mind but my hardness, I twisted toward her, pulling her to me and kissing her, our mouths locked together, our tongues searching, exploring, while our hands discovered each other’s bodies. Her hand never left my cock as I caressed her ass and back, pushing her desperately against me, her breasts molding themselves to my chest.
“Fuck me,” she moaned when we finally broke our kiss, breathless.
She stepped away from the shower, water dripping down her body, between her breasts. She reached up and pulled her long hair back, pushing her breasts, her rock-hard nipples, forward as water continued to pour down on her.
I moaned, a moan of desire coming from deep within my body, as I stared at the beautiful naked woman standing before me. I reached out to her, but she moved away, laughing softly. She turned around and leaned over the bathtub, her hands on the edge, her ass wiggling in front of me.
“I said ‘Fuck me,’” she said over her shoulder, the lust in her eyes mirroring my own.
I stepped toward her, my cock stiff in front of me, and grabbed her hips. She spread her feet wider as I held her, her pink rosebud winking at me, teasing, inviting. I slid my cock along the deep cleft between her cheeks, our wet bodies making it easy. She pushed me back, moaning, wanting, needing more. I pulled away from her and caught my first glimpse of her wet pussy, her lips reddened with desire.
As I slid my cock between her thighs, I felt her heavy wetness warm against me. She slid her hand down, pulling me toward her, guiding me to her shameless body. I pushed forward, sinking my cock into her as she clung to the edge of the tub again, her knuckles white. I thrust my cock deep inside her, her pussy tightening around me. I fucked her slowly, almost slipping out of her before pulling back until her tight ass was pressed against my stomach.
She moaned softly, saying she wanted more. I fucked her harder then, harder, faster, and deeper, reaching around to fill my hands with her wildly swaying breasts. She rested her head on one arm, sliding her other hand between her breasts to rub her clit, her fingertips grabbing my cock. The room was heavy with the smell and wet sounds of sex, the moans and groans we did our best to stifle. My balls were hard as I felt Emma’s pussy tighten around me, our orgasms multiplying.
“Emma!!!”
I turned around, my cock sliding out of Emma, to find Jessie standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger. For a moment, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, my cock falling back onto my balls. But Jessie didn’t move either. She didn’t speak either. But the anger in her eyes changed when she looked at me, when she looked past me at Emma, who was still bent over, her breasts swaying, her pussy glistening between her soft thighs. I saw her breathing intensify, become harder, her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her jumpsuit, and the need she had hidden behind her mask of concentration rise to the surface.
Emma was watching her now too.
“I said ‘Fuck me’,” she said again.
I glanced down at my cock, my mind racing. I heard a tearing sound and looked up to see Jessie pulling off her jumpsuit, the thin fabric tearing in her haste. Her face flushed as she moved toward me, her hand reaching for my cock while her breasts pressed between us, our mouths colliding, our tongues clashing.
Emma moaned as she watched us, my ass against hers as she remained bent forward, while Jessie pressed herself against me, my hands tingling over her body, over her back and buttocks, over every part of her I could reach. She broke our kiss and knelt down, sucking my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip as her lips moved along my shaft, one hand reaching for my balls. I twisted slightly as she tried to get past me, her other hand searching for Emma’s ass.
My cock was hard and throbbing as I thrust into Jessie’s mouth, my hands reaching for her head. After several thrusts, she pulled back suddenly, my cock slipping out of her mouth.
“Fuck her,” she gasped, “Fuck Emma.”
I turned around and thrust my cock into Emma’s pussy. She was still hot and wet, as it had probably only been a few minutes since Jessie had screamed her name. I fucked Emma relentlessly, my hands on her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, Jessie’s hands on her ass and clit.
Emma screamed as she came, her body on fire, every nerve ending tingling as pleasure washed over her, as I fucked her, as I came, a torrent of cum filling her.
Beside us, Jessie had staggered back, her eyes shining with need as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, her fingers reaching for her pussy, desperately seeking her own release. Emma writhed, my cock slipped out of her, and she fell to her knees. Jessie’s eyes widened as she realized what Emma was going to do, but she withdrew her fingers as Emma thrust her tongue into her waiting pussy.
Jessie moaned and leaned back, her hands reaching for the other side of the tub, her breasts pushed upward. I watched Emma’s tongue slide into Jessie’s hot body, her finger sliding inside, another finger on her clit. I leaned over and ran my tongue over Jessie’s swollen nipples, making her cry out as I sucked and kissed them, as I took her taut flesh into my mouth.
When she came, she pulled me toward her with one arm. I supported us as we kissed wildly, our tongues clashing, her body trembling, her cries muffled by our kiss, as her orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her. We then held each other close, our bodies slowly calming down.
“The showers are still working….”
I don’t remember who said it, but for the next ten minutes, we were all together under the warm water, our bodies slippery as we soaped each other’s every part, caressing, exploring. I watched Emma and Jessie wash each other, Emma being the more confident at first,
Jessie soon enjoying taking and giving as much as she did. Then they washed me, their hands roaming all over my body. Emma moved behind me, as she had done earlier, her hard nipples pressing against my back as she stroked my cock. The difference this time
was that Jessie was in front of me, my hands moving easily over her breasts, over her flat stomach, down to her hot pussy. She gasped when I slid a finger inside her, feeling her heat, her need. Her hands went to her own breasts as I kissed her, my cock hard between us as Emma held me.
Jessie put one leg over my hip and I slid into her easily, Emma next to us, touching us, caressing us. Jessie’s pussy was tight around me, my cock stretching her as we fucked, gently at first, then harder, our bodies moving slowly against each other until we relaxed.
After drying each other off, Emma led us into what I guessed was Jessie’s bedroom, with its large double bed. I watched her crawl onto the bed, showing off her pussy and ass, before lying down. We quickly joined her, Emma and Jessie on either side of me. I put an arm around each of them, pulling them towards me with satisfaction, still not believing what was happening.
We talked for a while about nothing in particular, their hands resting on my body, caressing it gently. The conversation gradually stopped as we started kissing, Emma grabbed my cock and Jessie soon joined her. I pulled Jessie toward me and enjoyed a long kiss, our tongues moving erotically against each other as I reached for her ass. Emma turned my head toward her, pressing her breasts against me as we kissed, her tongue pushing in. As soon as she broke the kiss, she looked at Jessie for a second before they leaned over me to share an uninhibited kiss that made my cock rock hard just from watching.
I kissed Jessie again, her hand stroking my cock, her hard nipples against me. As we kissed, Emma rolled over on the bed, her mouth sinking onto my cock while Jessie held me. I reached out to Emma, caressing her ass, my hand sliding between her thighs to find her pussy. Jessie also moved, kneeling between my legs to take Emma’s cock, both mouths on me, licking, sucking, my cock and balls burning with need.
While Emma sucked me slowly, pausing only to run her wet tongue along my thick cock, Jessie moved away for a moment. I saw her in front of Emma picking up a small tube. When she came back, she squeezed some gel onto her finger. I moaned as the cold gel was rubbed gently around my ass, then as Jessie slid her finger inside me.
My fingers slipped out of Emma as she straddled my body. I reached out and pulled her toward me, her pussy sinking gratefully toward my mouth as I held her, my fingers searching for her puckered rosebud, already lubricated by her own juices.
As they shared my cock, sucking, licking, kissing, Jessie had a finger deep inside me, stroking me, just as I had a finger in Emma’s ass and my tongue deep inside her pussy, her juices on my face. I pressed my mouth against Emma’s clit, sucked it, flicked my tongue. Her deep moans were muffled by my cock, but they grew louder when I was pulled out of her mouth and Jessie’s lips surrounded me a split second later.
My moans were muffled by Emma’s pussy pressing against my mouth and tongue, her juices flowing out of her as she came, her cries echoing around us. As Jessie sucked me, her hand moving up and down my shaft, she pushed her finger deeper into my ass, sending me over the edge, my cum erupting into her mouth. She sucked me hard, taking my first spurts of cum before giving me to Emma so she could have her share. They both licked and sucked until I was drained, then they kissed, sharing my cum and their desire.
As Emma moved away from me, I pulled Jessie to me, holding her tight and kissing her hard, the taste of my cum on her lips. She pressed herself against me, rubbing her pussy against the hard muscles of my thigh. I pushed her onto her back and climbed down the bed to kneel between her outstretched legs. With a moan quickly muffled by Emma’s kiss, she grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back, exposing her pussy, her ass, exposing everything to me.
I stared for a moment, seeing her pussy, with its strip of soft hair, properly for the first time. Her clit protruded from her reddened lips, her juices glistening as they trickled toward her ass, all demanding attention. She moaned again when Emma’s hands found her breasts, pinched her swollen nipples, and pulled them gently. I dove my head down and tasted her for the first time, slowly licking her sweet pussy before sucking on her clit.
I licked slowly down, teasing her plump hole, before moving back up her writhing body. With an even more urgent moan, Jessie grabbed my hair and pushed her hips up, grinding against me. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, reaching under her to gently rub her rosebud. I sucked and licked while Emma nibbled and tugged on her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through Jessie’s burning body as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Finally, she relaxed and slumped back onto the bed, her body glistening with pleasure. I crawled next to her and she lay between us, our hands wandering over each other and the three of us kissing. Later, Jessie went to get a bottle of wine, which we drank in bed, naked, touching and kissing each other, all eager for more. Once the wine was finished, their hands and mouths found my cock, just as mine had found theirs.
As my cock, made smooth by their attentions, stood hard in front of me, I sat up on my knees, urging them both to lie down. They did so, side by side. Jessie put one leg over Emma’s, bringing their pussies close together. I knelt between Jessie’s legs and rubbed her clit gently, sliding my cock into her, her eyes locked on mine. I pushed it deep inside her, then pulled back until only the tip was inside her. I fucked her slowly until Emma asked for her turn.
I moved between Emma’s legs, moaning as she grabbed my cock and pulled me toward her. I slid my cock, still covered in Jessie’s juices, into her body, reaching out to Jessie, my fingers joining hers on her pussy. Her other hand moved to Emma, to her clit. I fucked Emma just as slowly, before Jessie asked for more. Emma pushed her fingers into her pussy, moaning loudly as Jessie pulled me toward her. A few minutes later, I shuffled back to Emma, my cock dripping with their juices.
This time, I fucked Emma hard, the teasing over. I watched her breasts bounce as I thrust into her, Jessie’s fingers rubbing her clit. Emma reached her arms above her and grabbed the edge of the bed, her back arched, her body on fire.
Jessie rolled toward her, rubbing herself against the other woman, her fingers never leaving her clit. She sucked hard on her nipple, capturing the rubbery flesh between her teeth. The pleasure from her pussy, her nipples, her breasts radiated and drove her wild as her orgasm spread throughout her body.
I slid my hands under her ass, pulling her toward me, my hard cock buried inside her, her pussy throbbing around me as I held her. Jessie kissed her gently, her hands roaming Emma’s body, sharing her pleasure.
“Now Jessie,” Emma finally said, “Fuck her….”
I pulled my still-hard cock out of Emma, leaned down and kissed her pussy before returning to Jessie. I pushed her legs apart, my eyes meeting hers again as I exposed everything. Before I could move, Emma grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip against Jessie’s pussy, making her scream. I plunged into her slutty pussy, her hands reaching out to grab me. I stayed still for a moment, watching her, before relaxing a little and thrusting back into her, making her breasts sway deliciously. I stayed still again, just for a moment, before thrusting into her again and again until she screamed, “Stop!”
I stopped, wondering what was going on, my balls ready to burst. But I didn’t need to worry because Jessie got on all fours, her ass in the air. I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her, trying to reach her swaying breasts, but I realized Emma had beaten me to it. Jessie bent over my cock, screaming as I thrust into her wildly, my balls slapping against her.
I wasn’t surprised when she yelled “stop” again, or when she pushed me onto my back. She straddled me, dropped herself onto my cock, and ground her pussy against me, pushing me deeper into her than I thought possible. She leaned back, arms behind her, breasts thrust forward to attract Emma’s attention.
We fucked wildly, screaming, until she collapsed on top of me, her breasts crushed between us. I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her close as I thrust my cock into her, my cries joining hers as we came, and we kissed frantically during our orgasms, our bodies burning with desire. Next to us, Emma was thrusting her fingers into her pussy, as turned on as we were by what she had seen, by what we had all done.
Afterwards, we lay on the bed for a long time, panting, happy to hold each other close.
They both kissed me before I had to leave, smiles on their faces.
“Don’t forget,” Jessie whispered, “if you ever feel stressed…”
“…I’ll come back!” I laughed.
And I will come back—soon.