"Wow," I breathed, not being able to come up with any other words to describe Kristen’s outfit.
Kristen giggled again and said, "I guess that means he likes it."
Patty said, "Yeah. He hardly looked at mine."
Even if I had wanted to, my eyes simply refused to look at anything other than my lovely blonde Goddess at that moment. Her lingerie looked so wickedly beautiful that it was probably outlawed in most states.
I felt a couple of hands touch my head, and Kristen pulled me up and kissed me. "Thank you for the compliment," she whispered.
"What compliment?" I asked, wondering if I had said something while I was studying Kristen’s outfit.
"You said more in that one Wow! than Don Juan himself could have said in an hour," Kristen told me.
"Yeah. Wow!"
"Patty would like you to see what she’s wearing," Kristen reminded me.
That brought me back to earth. I smiled at Kristen to let her know that I had heard her, and to reassure her, before turning my attention to Patty.
Patty was standing with her hands on her hips and her feet about two feet apart. She smiled when I turned my attention to her.
Like Kristen, Patty’s lingerie matched her dress color, being a light pale green, just a hint lighter than her dress.
Patty’s bra was more in the standard style, like Kristen’s the other night. However, it was unlike any bra that I had ever seen (not that I had seen many in my fifteen years). It consisted of two lacy triangles with the points on top that met in the middle of Patty’s chest with a tiny bow that seemed hand tied. There were two identical pale green straps that seemed to attach to the tip of the triangles with a circular bit of plastic, the straps running straight over Patty’s shoulders, and eventually meeting the bottom of each triangle, and also tied into a bow. The effect was mesmerizing.
If Patty was wearing one of Kristen’s bras, then it fit her well, giving lie to all the comments that Patty made about her boobs being too small. Her aureolae were distinct within the bra cups, and, unlike Kristen’s, Patty’s nipples were a darker color. Like Kristen’s, Patty’s nipples grew erect as I lavished my attention on the material of her bra.
Patty’s panty seemed to be an identical match to the bra, sporting only a single inverted triangle that pointed downward. The pale green of the panty made Patty’s fine red hairs underneath seem to appear darker than I had recalled them being, and it was quite sheer. There were two hand tied bows at the top of this triangle, and a light green strap moved straight behind Patty. At the bottom of the triangle, there seemed only to be a strap.
"Try the other side," suggested Kristen.
I looked up and saw Patty nod her head, giving me permission. I saw where the top bands had met each other, but was startled by what I didn’t see… there was no back to the panty!
Instead, the strap that ran from the bottom of the triangle seemed to bury itself between the cheeks of her lovely round bottom, to be exit approximately halfway between the bottom of her rump to the top of her straps at the top, splitting into two straps as it left her ass.
"My god!" I said.
"You’re right, Kris," Patty said. "This man loves lingerie!"
"You guys are going to wear those to school?" I asked, astounded. "What about gym class?"
Kristen giggled. "Any girls seeing us would simply be jealous, although they would probably talk. Lucky for us, there’s no requirement for gym class in twelfth grade."
I shook my head. "The two of you should be careful walking up stairs, then. Any teacher that saw what you’re wearing — or, rather, what you aren’t wearing — would get a heart attack, not to mention the erections any boy noticing would sport!"
"You’re sweet," Kristen said. "But we’ll be careful, Jim."
The three of us realized that all this activity had seriously eaten into our time that we’d normally spend sucking and giving back rubs. The girls willingly gave up the back rubs, saying that my gawking had more than made up for it.
"What about the other…" I stopped as I noticed two ravishing beauties start toward me menacingly, pushing me to the bed. They both coordinated their moves, each one taking a side of my pajama bottoms and pulling them off me.
The two then lay on either side of me, happily licking my rock hard erection, and doing nothing else to release the pent-up pressure.
I watched, dumbfounded, as the two girls just lay there and licked me like a lollipop. Neither one seemed hurried, but I can see that both were savoring the taste of my cock immensely.
I wondered how these girls could be so heartless as to not ease my condition. Just a couple of well placed strokes would have been all that they needed to do to get me off. Maybe if one could just suck on the head a bit…
My ass moved my crotch up and down, as if to give the girls a clue as to what I had wanted. Neither one seemed to care.
And then it happened. With the girls simply licking me, I felt a sudden contraction and I erupted unexpectedly, surprising the two girls, and especially me!
Neither girl seemed to be prepared for this to happen, and they stayed there, staring and watching my cock erupt.
My ass moved upward again, pushing toward the left where Kristen lay, forcing my shaft to move against her frozen tongue as I spewed out my seed.
I think I spasmed about three times, with sympathetic spasms afterward, and the two girls remained where they were, watching my cock in stunned amazement.
Then, after I had quieted down, they looked at each other, and resumed their maddening licking, each girl now trying to lick off some of the semen that had covered the top portion of my shaft. Their tongues felt electric, and my erection didn’t wilt.
The girls weren’t too successful at licking up the semen. Since they were only using their tongues, there always seemed to be a glob that would only end up moving away from their tongues. Again, the girls must have had some telepathic signal between them, since Patty started moving some of the obstinate globs toward Kristen’s tongue, and later, Kristen did the same for Patty.
After about five minutes, my cock was almost clean, and once again rock hard. Kristen grinned at me wickedly, and opened her mouth.
Yeah, I thought. Here comes the real thing!
Kristen lowered her head onto my phallus and in a single motion, took its entire length into her mouth and throat. Then she moved up in an agonizingly slow motion, sucking and clenching her lips against it, pulling her mouth off completely. She smiled at Patty; the job was complete. My dick was now completely clean!
It wasn’t until she and Patty got off the bed and stood up that I realized that Kristen’s most recent action had been the shortest blow job of my young life — only one stroke! This wasn’t fair!
The two girls faced each other, and both girls giggled at each other. I thought that they were giggling at my predicament until they both turned to face me.
Each of the two lovely girls had semen on their faces: Kristen seemed to have gotten hit twice, once over her left eye, and once near her chin; Patty had a streak that moved from the side of her nose to her chin. I stared at this incongruous vision, and noticed that Patty also seemed to have had a bit of semen land in her lovely red hair.
The girls didn’t seem to mind at all, and if my dick hadn’t already been rock hard at that point, seeing them wearing my spunk would have done it in a second.
Patty was the first to speak. "Kris is all goobery on her face," she said.
"Goobery?" I said confused, never having heard that term before.
Kris countered, "You have a couple of goobers as well. Including one in your hair!"