"I think that's a marvelous idea," Sharon said. "Why don't you, Janie?"
"Well," Janie said, as if trying to decide, "are you sure you want me to, Steve?"
"Stop teasing," Steve said, grinning as he pushed her to her feet. "Take it off."
She grasped the hem of her dress with both hands, then hesitated for a moment. "Oh, all right," she said, and drew it over her head. Her body was flawless. "There!" she said as she tossed her dress over the back of a chair and sat down by Steve again. "I hope you're satisfied."
Steve immediately seized one of her breasts again and began to milk it. "That's a damn sight better," he said. "In fact, it's just about perfect."
Sharon gazed at the little pussy, a scant inch above the taut tops of the sleek black stockings, and felt her tongue begin to thicken. Janie was sitting with her knees far enough apart so that her tiny pink slit had gaped open a good half-inch. It looked so enticing that Sharon could think of nothing else. It was all she could do to keep from rushing across the room and burying her head between the other girl's legs.
Then as Janie spread her legs even further apart – doing it slowly and deliberately – Sharon realized the other girl was watching her, that she was teasing her.
Why, the little bitch! Sharon thought. She's flirting with me!
Janie smiled at her. "I feel embarrassed, Sharon," she said, spreading her legs still another inch or two.
Sharon laughed. "I can't imagine why you should," she said.
"It feels funny, being the only naked girl in here," Janie said. "Why don't you take your dress off, too?"
"Now, there's an idea," Tom said, grinning widely. "Why don't you, Sharon? After all, we're all friends here."
Sharon put her beer can on the floor and got to her feet. "You know," she said, "I just think I will."
She undressed to a complete silence, smiling to herself at the awed looks on the others' faces, even Janie's. Her exquisite body always had that effect on other people, she knew, but she never failed to enjoy their reaction.
"Holy God," Tom said reverently as she sat down and began to sleek her stockings. "Tom was right. You really are an angel. No human female was ever that beautiful, and that's for sure."
Sharon started to cross her legs, then remembered Janie, and sat with her knees apart so that the other girl could see her slit. Would the moist pink lips cause Janie's tongue to thicken, she wondered, as the other girl's slit had caused her own tongue to do? Would looking at her gaping cunt make Janie want to suck it, just as she wanted to suck Janie's?
Janie was staring at her with open mouth, her eyes slightly dazed as they moved from Sharon's cunt to her face and back again.
"You're the prettiest girl I ever saw, Sharon," she said. "You really are."
"That's, very sweet of you to say," Sharon said. "Do you feel quite so embarrassed now?"
"No," Janie said. "Just more envious. You're just… just perfect, Sharon."
"Hey!" Steve said, smiling. "What's going on? You two girls working up a romance or what?"
Janie laughed. "Now don't be jealous, Stevie," she said, and pressed her body against him. "Put your finger in me."
Steve dropped his hand between her legs, inserted a finger, and began to frig her, meanwhile continuing to milk her breast with his other hand. Janie closed her eyes, a beatific expression on her face, rolling her hips a little, raising her pussy to meet the thrust of Steve's pistoning finger.
"Oh, that's good," Janie sighed. "That's the first thing I've had in my pussy all day."
"It sure as hell isn't going to be the last," Steve said. "Let's fuck, Janie."
"Not yet," Janie said. "I like to build up to it real slow and easy – you know that. Don't be in such a hurry." She lay her head on Steve's shoulder. "Put another finger in there, Steve. And frig me just a little bit deeper."
Watching Steve's juice-wet fingers moving in and out of Janie's cunt, and listening to the provocative little sucking sounds they made, was driving Sharon out of her mind. She put her left hand on the bulge in Harry's pants and her right hand on the bulge in Tom's.
"I want to be fucked," she said, smiling from one young man to the other. "And I want to be fucked right now."
"Jesus Christ!" Harry said. "Right in front of everybody? Hell, I can't do it. I told you that."
"Well, I sure as hell can," Tom said, putting his hand between Sharon's legs. "You don't mind if I fuck your girlfriend, do you, Harry?"
"Sure I mind," Harry said.
"Oh, come on," Tom said, tracing the tip of his finger up and down Sharon's slit. "What's a little fuck among friends? I let you fuck my girl the other night, didn't I?"
Harry scowled at him and said nothing. "We're going to need all the bed, old buddy," Tom said.
Harry shrugged, took a long drag at his beer, and walked over to sit in a chair. "The hell with it," he said sullenly.
While Tom was taking off his clothes, Sharon looked over at Janie and Steve. The blond man was still fingerfucking the little auburn-haired beauty, but now he was doing it with a circular stirring motion that had the young girl writhing with joy. As Sharon watched, Janie unzipped Steve's fly, took out his prick, and began to stroke it.
"Kiss it a little," Steve said huskily.
"Later," Janie said, stroking faster. "Put another finger in me, Stevie."
"I can't. You're too tight."
"Try."
"I've got two of them in there already."
"Try, Steve," she said, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "Your cock's bigger than three fingers, and you can get that in."
"Why don't let me put it in, instead?"
"No. I want to be fingerfucked, some more. Oh! You see? You did get three of them in. Oh, Stevie! Frig me harder!" She began to pump his prick furiously.
Tom had finished undressing, and now he walked up to the bed, his cock standing straight out, its root buried in the thickest growth of pubic hair Sharon had ever seen.
"Well, Sharon," he said, grinning. "Here's where you get yourself fucked."
Sharon put a pillow beneath her ass and spread her legs. "Hurry," she said. "I'm dying for it, Tom."
But to her surprise, Tom didn't position himself between her legs. He straddled her, his huge balls brushing her belly, the head of his cock only inches from her face.
She thought he wanted her to suck it. "No, Tom," she said. "Not now. I want to be fucked."
"You're going to get fucked, don't worry," he said. "But I've got this thing about tits, Sharon. Especially big, gorgeous tits like yours. I want to fuck them a little. Okay?"
"Fuck my breasts?"
"Sure. Don't tell me you've never been fucked that way before."
"No, I haven't."
"Well, you've been missing something."
Sharon had heard of girls being fucked between their breasts, of course, but it had always seemed a little silly to her. She'd never been able to see the point. Why put a prick between your breasts when you could put it in your cunt or mouth? Still, now that a man was on top of her, anxious to do it to her, the idea was somehow intriguing. Why not let him fuck her that way a minute or two, just to see what it was like? Then she'd make him put his cock in her cunt and give her what she really wanted.
"All right," she said. "But you'll have to show me how."
"Hell, there's nothing to it," Tom said, lowering himself until his cock rested between her breasts. "You just squeeze your tits together on it, that's all."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Only, mash them against it a little harder… that's it. Man, does that feel good in there." He began to fuck with long, slow strokes, his balls dragging up and down her belly. "How do you like it?"
She liked it, she decided, and said so. But she thought she knew how to make it feel even better. Slowly, still mashing her breasts against the plunging shaft, she rolled her breasts around it until she had both nipples pressed against it. She sighed with pleasure, and crushed Tom's cock between her breasts as hard as she could. The feel of it tugging at her breasts, raking its length across the tingling tips of her hard, swollen nipples was a whole new sensation to her, and she loved it.