"Right," said Nick, finishing off his wine and pouring himself another. "Good thinking."
"Damn straight," lisp Susan. "Now, where were we when I was so rudely interrupted? "Oh, yes," she said, espying Nick's big stiff dick, "it all comes back to me now." She smiled and put down her glass. She slid both hands into Nick's lap and followed herself by landing between his spread legs. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Just look at that thing! Big and shiny and ready to go. She took hold of Nick's prick and with both fist still not covering it up, she slid the remaining portion into her succulent mouth.
"Ooooooh," said Nick, finishing off what wine remained in his glass, "that's good." He put his empty glass down on the coffee table behind Susan. His hands went naturally to her smooth shoulders and lovely silky hair. "You're very nice to me, Susan. You know that?"
She looked up, holding his dick out of mouth and against the cheek of her face.
She slid her hand slightly along the slippery wet shaft as she spoke, "Well, you deserve it, Nick. You gave me a very good fuck out there in your van. My asshole will never be the same, thanks to you." She smiled and then went back to her business with the surfer's big stiff cock. She popped the head of the prick between her lips and rubbed it gently.
"Oh, yeah!" said Nick. "Right on baby!" He watched her move gracefully up and down the length of his dick. Then he watched her remove one hand and slide it between his fanny and the couch. She brought a finger up into his bunghole and continued to suck him off.
"You got me going now, Sue," he said. "Far fucking out!" He squirmed on her worm-like finger and his cock slid farther into her face. She took to sucking him slightly faster, moving her face more actively up and down his fat steaming prick. Her lips kept a trickle of saliva going for lubrication.
"Mmmmm," said Nick. "This is going to be nice." He ran his hands through Susan's dark hair. He was about to take hold of her face and bring her up to sea-level when there was a knock at the front door.
"Shit!" said Susan. "That's probably Carla already."
Nick started to get up. "Sit down," said Susan. "Carla seen plenty of hard-ons, Nick. I'll explain to her if she wants to come in and tell us her hard luck story, she'll have to go along with what we're in to. It's that simple." she smiled and gave his dick another short lick. The broadside of her tongue slid neatly along theheady mushroom tip. Then she stood up and waved her fanny as she made her way to the front door.
Sure enough, the visitor was Carla. "Come in," said Susan. "We're just talking about you."
Carla smiled. "I see," she said flashing on Susan's nudity. "Lounging about or what?"
Susan shut the door behind her. "Actually, we were just about to get heady."
"Ah ha," said Carla. "Maybe I should come back a little later or something?"
"no, no, no," said Nick. He stood up from the couch. His prick had softened somewhat. "We were just having a little talk, that's all. You know, about the surf and all."
"He's a surfer," explained Susan. "You know, he's got a board and a tan and scarred knees and all." She smiled demurely.
"Yes," said Carla,investigating Nick'sattractive shape. "I know." She looked him up and down. "I guess once you think about it," she addresses Susan, "it's only natural that you should be running around nude in your own apartment."
"Quite," said Susan. She knew already what her brother's girlfriend had in mind. Carla was no slouch. She was ready and hot to trot on a moment's notice.
"If I'mnot interrupting," she whispered to Susan, "I'd like to join you two."
"I was hoping you'd say that," said Nick who had overheard the secret request.
"It'll be our pleasure."
"Yes," said Susan accepting gracefully the notion of sharing her new stud boyfriend.
"We'll talk about Charley later," said Carla, undoing the buttons on her blouse.
Nick watching her with avid interest. She removed her blouse and he saw that she had big tits unencumbered by the presence of a slim bra he sat back down on the couch and took a long gulp of wine. "wow!" he said. "This is going to be alright!"
"Take it easy there, big fellow," said Carla. "You might have more on your hands than you can handle." Carla slipped out of her tight white levis and revealed a lovely nude crotch. She wore no underwear. Her bush glistened in the early afternoon sunlight. Her legs glistened in the early afternoon sunlight.
Her legs were long and skinny, covered nicely by a mellow tan. She had mousy brown hair and a slender face, angled narrowly at the jaw. For the most part she looked like the kind of girl who'd been ignored as a highschool student, but when she fully blossomed in her late teens had turned into a lovely woman.
"You know," said Nick, "you can come over her and tell me about yourself if you want."
Susan winked at Carla. Both girls knew that the boy was a little young. "Sure," said Carla, "I'll tell you all about everything." She walked gracefully to the couch.
Nick couldn't take his eyes off her lovely narrow tits. They were small round fir affairs, with big dark nipples in the center. Unlike Susan, Carla had little titties, baby mouthfuls. Nick was sure he would enjoy the contrast. He poured Carla a glass of wine which she thanked him for.
"You know," said Susan, easing her bottom down on the other side of Nick,
"Carla and I are awfully lucky to have a nice strong stud like you, Nick, to take care of us." She ran her finger lightly along his arm and hand, down to where he held his glass of wine. She took the glass out of his hand and put it down on the coffee table.
"Yes," said Carla, putting her glass down, too, "it would be really boring if Susan and I had to spend the afternoon just sitting around doing nothing at all, just day dreaming and wondering when we'd meet a big strong surfer like you." She slid her hand along one hairy thigh. Her fingers landed at his knee and then she moved slowly back in the other direction. When she came to the fold where his leg worked up into his crotch, she let her hand drift slowly toward his cock. "Of course," she said, removing her hand altogether and picking up her glass of wine, "you might not be in to the kind of sex that I enjoy. I don't know, I might just be wasting my time." She took a long sip of her wine.
"Well, said Nick, putting his hand between Carla's lovely nubile legs, "I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind experimenting, Carla. I think you'll be able to get just about whatever you want."
Carla blushed. "Is he for real?" she asked Susan.
"Really," said Susan, sliding her hand down to Nick's crotch. "He gave me one of the best know what's."
"In that case," said Carla, "allow me to get a good feel of that prick of his.
Just to make sure I know what i" m getting involved with." She reached down, alongside Susan's hand, and pressed her fingers up along Nick's meat. "It's very tender," she said, stroking the stiffening prick with the backs of her fingers. "Nice."
"Far fucking out!" said Nick. "This is like a dream come true."
"Yes it is,' said Carla. "But it's a little uncomfortable like this. Wouldn't you say so, Susan?"
"Yes, absolutely." She took hold of Nick's cock and pulled slightly. Somehow he knew that he was supposed to get up. She led him like that, bye the cock, to the bedroom. Carla followed from behind. They all three moved slowly. The girl behind Nick slid her hand gracefully along the groove in his ass. Susan continued to lead him bye the cock.
"I feel like the best kept prisoner in the world," muttered Nick.
He stretched out on the bed. Susan laid down with her back to him and up higher on the bed. Her ass was in his face. "Dom something nice with my asshole, Nick.