The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #1 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series
“I’ll spin for you, then, Conor.” Mia spun the spinner and picked up the card. “You got Truth. Hmmm. ‘Who was your first kiss or who do you want to be your first kiss?’ Let’s see… He’s a virgin, right?” Mia whispered to Rory. Rory just nodded. “I’ll keep it simple… Would you rather marry your first kiss or the person you lost your virginity to?”
“Spinner says you have to ‘yell your answer out a nearby window,’” Rory added.
Conor roused himself sitting. “That’s an easy one.” He got to his knees and tried to push open the window, but couldn’t get it. He stood, unlocked the latch and pushed the window up. There was a screen in his way, but still he shouted out, “I want to kiss the girl who’s gonna take my virginity!”
Lyla was a little shocked that he was standing naked in her window, screaming into the drizzle about wanting to lose his virginity, but couldn’t deny the cuteness of it. She couldn’t deny the cuteness of his ass, either. But she prayed none of her neighbors were home.
Conor collapsed onto the carpet, again, then reached up and pulled the window shut. “Gonna get cold, all naked and stuff.”
Lyla went to him and gave him the kiss he asked for. “You know you’re going to fuck me, right?”
“I am?” he asked, still a little dazed. “I hope so. I didn’t want to do that Price Is Right shit for nothing!”
Mia took her turn. She wanted a good card. She’d forced Conor’s turn just to get to her turn, so she wanted a good card. The spinney-thing landed on Dare. She took her card. “‘Set a timer for 30 seconds. Act out your favorite movie without using any words. See if anyone can guess!’” She threw the card down. “Fuck thirty seconds…” she mumbled. “I’m gonna need some help doing this one.”
Mia grabbed Rory and pushed him to the carpet. “So, I have to guess which movie…” he started, but she shut him up with a lip-lock.
“Favorite porno, right?” Conor figured. There was no answer as Mia dragged Rory’s shirt off. A navy long-sleeve pullover, it got caught on his wrists and he was flopping his hands over his head to try and dislodge them.
“The one where the brother and sister have to share a hotel room and wind up fucking?” Conor asked. “That’s his favorite porno,” he mentioned to Lyla.
Rory pulled one hand free from his sleeve and flipped Conor off. Then he got about freeing the other hand and working on Mia’s shirt.
“Hmmm. The one where the brother with the Batman tattoo fucks his sister after she, like, begs him to fuck her?” Conor tried again, taking the card to heart.
Rory flipped him off, again. Mia’s top came off, pulling her hair in different ways. She had to stop making out with Rory to get the shirt over her head, and took the time to straighten her hair, a bit.
“Um, Taboo 2?” Conor asked. Then he explained to Lyla, “Guy fucks his sister and his mom in that one.”
“It’s supposed to be her favorite porno, not his,” Lyla shook her head as Rory worked on removing Mia’s bra.
“Girls watch porn?” Conor asked her, surprised.
Lyla rolled her eyes at him, then pulled off her own shirt.
Rory looked at Mia’s bra-clad breasts as she sat on top of him. He’d gotten the latch undone with her help, and now the pink-and-white bra was going to come off. She held it at her breasts and then let it fall forward.
Rory melted. His hands went up, as if pulled by a string, but he couldn’t touch them, yet. He had to just see them. They weren’t huge, but like apples. Big apples, like HoneyCrisp. Her nipples were a nice, dark red, like her lips, and the areola had a thin ring at its edge. Like a target. Oh, yes. A target. His hands finished their journey and held her breasts on their outside, and he sat up to suck in her left tit, worshipping her as she deserved.
“Hey, remember the other day? When you told me ‘she has a blond pussy’? Which one were you talking about? Your sister or your mom?” Conor couldn’t help but tease his friend.
Rory wanted his friend to shut the fuck up. He actually removed his hands from Mia, and flipped Conor off with both hands, this time, with an extra two shakes for emphasis.
Lyla now sat in front of Conor only in her bra and panties. “Hey! Leave them alone.”
He turned to look at Lyla, his nerves clearly on display as his cock wavered between rock-hard and wanting to hide.
“You want to see a blond pussy?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered immediately.
Lyla pulled off her panties. “Here’s your blond pussy.”
Conor was transfixed, staring at her golden curlies.
“Conor? Conor?”
“Hm?”
“Lick this blond pussy?”
“This is the happiest day of my life…” Conor finally broke his stare and dove to Lyla’s pussy, yet still hesitated. “I don’t know if I’ll…”
“Don’t worry. No one’s as good as Mia, but I’ll get you there.” Lyla pulled at Conor’s black hair until his tongue met her labia.
Mia was running her fingers through Rory’s blond hair, too. “Hey. Come up here.”
Rory reluctantly pulled himself off of Mia’s breast and pushed himself up to kiss her, though the feeling of her wet nipples on his bare chest made up for some of the loss.
“No one’s as good as Mia?” Rory recounted what he’d just heard.
“Hey, I’m a good friend, too.” Her hand massaged his cock through his jeans. “I want this cock, Rory.”
“You’re so bossy,” he snickered.
“You’ve got my blood racing, ever since your last home game. I don’t want you to take it slow, anymore.” She popped his jeans button and pulled his zipper down. “You don’t want to go slow, anymore, do you?”
“No. No way.” He tried opening her pants, too, though the backs of their hands were getting in each other’s way. “I just… I haven’t…”
“Haven’t done this before?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s okay.”
“Have you?”
Mia weighed her answer. “Yeah. One time. I mean, one guy, a couple times. Three times, but… Does it matter?”
Rory thought on it. “No. It might be good, even. You know what to do.” Mia was about to answer that when… “I mean, I know what to do. I mean — I know. And I’ve watched videos, of course. It’s just different when you’re right here, when we’re right here…”
Rory interrupted himself and got to his knees. He undid Mia’s pants, grasped the sides of her waist, and pulled them down — with her help, lifting her behind for him. He had a little trouble getting them off, they were pulling inside-out past her knees. He fixed that, and pulled from her feet, instead, until they were off.
He gazed from her pink-and-white striped panties on down her shapely legs. She had nice legs, as he’d seen daily in PE. He took ahold of her little purple anklet socks and thwipped them off, too. She smiled at the effort, and put her feet to his chest, trying to grasp his nipple with her toes. He grabbed her feet and stopped her. He wasn’t ticklish there, it was just instinct. Her feet were soft, and she had cute little toes — no weird big toe. He ran his thumbs along the inside bottoms of her toes and she did pull back, obviously a little tickle spot.
“Hey, you know the rules,” she said, and pointed at him with her chin.
Rory thought first she meant something about the game that they weren’t really playing anymore, but teenage logic knew she meant his pants. He let go of her feet and shoved down his jeans, had to slide onto his butt to finish the job and yank them off, pulling his socks off at the same time.
“Those are cool,” she nodded at his boxers, which had thin blue, white, and black horizontal stripes. “We kind of match, today. Stripe day.”
He moved back to her, to hold her. It interrupted the stripping process, but he needed to hold her. Those nice, nice tits needed him, again.
While they kissed, Rory could hear Lyla directing Conor in how best to lick her pussy. He glanced over. Well, now he’d seen Lyla’s pussy before he’d seen Mia’s. He liked to, sure, it’s just that everything was going out-of-order.
“You’ll get there soon,” Mia murmured.
“With you, though. Right?” Rory made sure.
Mia laughed. “Yes.” She sucked on his neck, marking him as ‘hers,’ but closer to the shoulder, below the collar line. “I can smell you, again.”
“I’m sorry. My Krakengard must be wearing off.”
“No, that’s good. Like I said, I like the way you smell. You’re nervous, perspiring a little,” she said, then licked him down to his nipple, her hand massaging his cock through his boxers. “Stand up.”
They disengaged, and Rory stood. The others took note. Mia sat up and took ahold of Rory’s waistband. She gave him the eye. “Are you ready?” He nodded. “Then — release the Kraken!”
Rory and Conor both laughed. Rory looked to his friend. “A girl who knows Clash of the Titans! I’ve got to keep her, now!”
Mia pulled his boxers out and down, dropping them at his knees. She wanted to pull them off him completely, but she became transfixed by his cock. “Now this… is a nice cock…”
Rory relaxed a little, hearing that.
Mia’s hands wrapped around it. She pushed her fingers through his pubes. “They’re blond. I’ve never seen a blond cock.”
Lyla cleared her throat and pointed at herself.
“Yeah, I know you have a blond pussy, but I’ve never seen a blond cock. I thought it’d be darker.” She looked up at Rory’s eyes, his eyebrows. And back at the cock in her hand. “It’s the color of honey…”
“Find out if it tastes that way. C’mon, catch up!” Lyla said.
Rory shuffled a bit until his boxers were off, and he kicked them aside so he could stand open for her as she took him inside her mouth. The heat and slickness of her tongue against the flesh of his cock made his spine turn to jelly, and he had to put his hands to her shoulders so he didn’t fall over. “Mia! Oh, my god…”
Mia had taken Rory in as far as she could on her bobs. He was a decent size; he would make her happy. She pulled off and drew her tongue down his shaft to his balls, where her hand had been finding out how full they were.
When Rory opened his eyes, there was nothing to see but Mia’s hair as she pleasured him. He took a look at the other two and noticed that Lyla had removed her bra. She had some nice tits, too, he saw. A little bigger than Mia’s, with really light pink nips that almost blended with her skin. Lyla caught him looking and smiled at him. He smiled back, noticing she was watching his cock get licked. She sent him a little kiss through the air. Rory blushed, and silently pointed to his heart and then Mia’s head. Lyla nodded.
That didn’t stop him from looking at her pussy again, though, when Conor moved his head away from it.
Mia worked the little strip of skin under Rory’s crown. She knew she was getting to him, feeling him shift his weight, trying to adjust her speed. She was going to try a finger in his ass when she heard and saw Conor climbing up Lyla’s body to attack her breasts. Lyla was going to direct them onto her bed, she knew.
She pulled off of Rory’s cock. His face looked stricken when he looked down at her. She sat away and pulled off her pink-and-white striped panties, not waiting for Rory to do it for her. “I need you now,” she breathed. She could have taken Rory’s blowjob to term, she could have swallowed his cum, she could have made him lick her pussy. And then she could have fucked him. But she had an attack of pride. She didn’t want Conor to lose his virginity before Rory did. And for that to happen, she had to act now.
Rory might have cum all over Mia right then, just hearing her say those words. True, he was that close to cumming. But the new distraction of seeing Mia’s pussy made his eyes glaze over, and gave him just a little recovery time.
He had been right. Mia’s pubes were thick. A thick, dark rug of tight curls. And Conor was right, as well. She did shave it into a landing strip. A thin, thick, vertical rectangle from her cleft on up, the rest of her area clean. His knees gave out and he hit the floor between Mia’s spread legs with a wooden thud loud enough to alert Silke and Costa that they were missing out. “Conor, we were right…” he said softly, hypnotized.
It was loud enough — both the thud and his statement — for Conor to break concentration on Lyla’s tits and look over. “Wow, that is cute…”
Rory knew he was supposed to go down and lick Mia’s cute pussy as the next step in the sex dance. He got down to his elbows when Mia grabbed his shoulders. “No, I mean it. I want you now.” She pulled him up and along her so that his cock was in the right place. She reached down and took ahold of it so there would be no mistaking she meant that he was to fuck her now.
“What about the…” Rory asked.
“In a bit,” Mia rushed him.
Rory helped her line him up. “Okay… okay…” he whispered nervously. Excited, but still nervous. She let go of his cock and held his waist, pulling him forward, pulling him inside her. His heart was pounding. He was sure Mia could hear it. Conor and Lyla could probably hear it, too, he figured. He glanced over at them to see if they were going to say anything about how loud his heartbeat was. Of course, they couldn’t hear it, but they were watching him, watching his cock sink into Mia’s pussy.
Rory exhaled out loud, unaware he was even holding his breath, and fell onto his hands over Mia. He looked right into her eyes as he continued to push inside her. There was only a little resistance as her lips folded in with him. He didn’t want to fix her, but backed up and pushed in again two or three times until all her wetness was spread over her lips and his cock. Then he sailed all the way in.
He slid in faster than intended and made Mia’s eyes bug. “Sorry!” he told her eyes.
Mia wrapped her arms around him in a flash, pulling him in tightly to her. “No, that feels great! Oh, I’m going to love your cock!”
“I already love your pussy,” he told her neck as he lay his head in her shoulder and started a second thrust. “You’re so wet…”
“I’ve been wet for you since gym, this morning,” she breathed as she bit his ear. Then she glanced aside, seeing Lyla and Conor still watching them, his cock still hovering near, but not inside, her pussy. She’d been successful — her Rory lost his virginity first.
But the sight of Mia and Rory only made Conor more excited. Lyla lay on the bed in front of him, her legs hanging off the side. He dragged his cock up and down her wet pussy, about to plunge in.
“Gonna wrap that up first?” Lyla asked him quietly, or at least more quietly than the loud whimpering from both Mia and Rory.
“Please…” Conor begged. “Let me put it in bare, just for a bit. Just to feel how it really is. Then I’ll put one on.”
“You better not cum in me,” Lyla warned, but with a smile, looking longingly at the hard curve of his cock.
“I already came, so… I’ll be a good boy,” Conor promised.
“Alright, Superboy. Impress me.”
Conor glowed with her using the nickname, and pushed inside her pussy in one shot, and went about proving he was the Boy of Steel.
Down on the carpet, Rory wasn’t going to last much longer. “Mia… Mia, I’m sorry. I can’t… It feels too…”
Mia was about to tell him that it was okay, that it was just their first attempt, and she knew she’d brought him to the edge with her blowjob, when Rory blasted his cum inside her.
“Oh, god! Fuck!”
Mia realized it and pushed back on him. He pulled out of her quickly — he knew it was happening, too; he just couldn’t move when he shot the first two times. As soon as he was out, his cock continued firing — shots making it to her tits, and then down her belly, and then into her pubes.
Rory sat up on his heels, holding his cock, letting the cum dribbles pool on his fingers, catching his breath. He and Mia both looked at each other, knowing what happened.
“Mia, I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay,” she said, wiping cum in her pubes away from her entrance. “It’s okay.” What else was she going to say? She was the one who rushed them, pulled him into her without protection. She knew he was close when she did it. But it felt so damn good! She wanted to push the worry away, and get them back into some romance and some more hot sex soon!
“I… I should’ve… we’ve got two and I… I should’ve…” Rory wasn’t letting himself off the hook.
“We’ll be fine. I’m sure. But from here on out, use one. We don’t need to tempt fate,” she advised. She sat up. “Come here.” She pulled him against her and they kissed away their worry.
Whether or not Lyla and Conor had paid any attention to the drama on the floor, Lyla knew when to call it on Conor’s sampling of bareback. “Okay, big boy, let’s…”
“Just a little more, just a little longer,” Conor begged, fucking her hard from a standing position, slamming his cock into her pussy.
“Hey!” Lyla nearly shouted and pulled away on the bed. Conor’s cock was hanging free, but the action was enough to get him cumming. He grasped his cock, but didn’t even need to jerk it. Cum shot out in a near-perfect parabola from his cock to her tits. Seven shots made it onto her body before Conor backed away, leaning against the window, still holding his cock, showing it to the neighbors. “If I tell you to pull out, Conor, you pull out. Get me? Or I’m gonna go find Costa.”
“No, don’t do that,” Conor pleaded. He was going to argue that he had it under control, he was just about to pull out, it just felt too good… But he did the smart thing. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Lyla nodded, satisfied with his answer. “You’re just lucky I like seeing boys cum. That was a nice arc.”
Conor, forgiven, grew a wide grin. “We could do the math, but… just know it was inspired by your beauty.”
Rory looked up at Conor, and Conor met his eyes. Both smiled, and then gave a little nod. They’d entered a new world.
Rory turned back to Mia, but he had never stopped caressing her breasts. “So, was that like your favorite porno?”
“I… No. Whatever card I drew, I was going to make it be about fucking you,” Mia admitted. “Now, if we’d have filmed it, then it could be my favorite porno.”
“Oh, we could have filmed you,” Lyla realized, eavesdropping.
“What about us? It was my first time, too,” Conor said, back to snuggling.
“Ah, spinney-thing didn’t say to take a picture, so…” Rory shrugged off.
“What did the spinney-thing say? I didn’t even look,” Mia asked.
Rory leaned over to the board. “You were supposed to find someone who isn’t playing to come watch. This time, we could have called down to Costa or Silke.”
“Eh, you lose a point, then,” Lyla shook her finger at Mia.
“We never played for points.”
“Yeah… that’s why we’d steal other girls’ cards if they didn’t want to do them. It’s in the rules,” Lyla reminded her.
“Yeah?” Conor laughed. “Hey, gimme Costa’s card!” Lyla flipped it to him and he pretended to try and jerk his cock like a short-armed T-Rex, hopping about the room in frustration, getting genuine laughs from the others. “Extra point for me! I’m winning!”
“What was Silke’s?” Rory asked. Lyla found it on the bed and handed it to him. “Oh, yeah. We decided this one was ‘have you ever eaten a pussy.’” He looked to Mia. “May I?”
“Um, I need to clean up a little,” she said, referring to his cum.
“I’m not worried.”
Mia looked at him with a funny smile. “Okay…” She stood up and went to the bed, though. “But I need to lie down, Lyla. You have a nice carpet, but I’m gonna get rug burn.” Lyla shifted and made some room for her so that both had half the bed via the long side. She was nice and gave Mia one of her pillows, too.
Rory helped her find position with her pussy at the edge of the bed, then finally took his time to examine the pussy he’d longed to see, running his fingers up and through her labia, inside her tunnel, and finding her clitoris.
“I thought you said you were a virgin,” Mia purred from beyond.
“I’ve done some stuff,” he answered, “but just never, you know, fucked.”
“A girl, anyway,” Conor editorialized from Lyla’s breasts.
“Reallllly…?” wondered Lyla. “You two? How? When? Do tell!”
Conor looked to Rory for permission, but Rory’s face was hidden inside Mia’s thighs, doing things with his tongue that his fingers could not. He didn’t have any experience with eating a girl’s pussy, but he knew from videos what he had to do. And if he had his way, he’d become an expert for Mia.
“That was 8th Grade. Neither of us had a girlfriend, yet. There were a couple neighborhood girls we played with and saw their boobs, but, you know, kid stuff, we never fucked.” He shifted so that Lyla could start stroking his cock in their limited space. “But we practiced safe-sex with each other.”
“Yeah, saw that,” Lyla recalled.
“So, one sleep-over, we tried it to see what it was supposed to feel like.” Conor sucked on Lyla’s tit some more. “He fucked me, and I fucked him.” So long as he could keep sucking those tits, he’d tell her anything.
“What did you think?” Lyla asked.
“Um… compared to what we just did?” Conor considered. “Huge difference!”
Rory took a quick look up, interrupting his flicking of Mia’s clit, “Huge…”
Mia asked from inside her little groans, “And does this still happen?”
“No.” Conor looked like he wanted to say more, but shut his mouth.
“That would be so hot to see…” Lyla hinted.
“That would be fuckin’ hot…” Mia agreed, her hands in Rory’s hair. “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” her left hand flew out and met Lyla’s thigh. She gripped it so tightly, fingernails digging into Lyla’s skin, Lyla tried to pull her friend’s hand off, but only succeeded in moving it upward. Mia needed to hold something and found the crease at Lyla’s groin. “Oh, Rory… You’re making… I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming… I’m…” Her hand moved and found her friend’s pubes and she immediately rubbed her hand until she found her cleft, and her hand joined Conor’s at Lyla’s clit.
Mia went into convulsions, her stomach contracting, her toes spreading, her thighs locking Rory’s head in place as she shook. “Oh, f…. Rory! … Rory, oh, fuck…”
She took her time calming down. Lyla and Conor could not look away.
“Rory…” Mia groaned when she released him. “You are so my boyfriend…”
Rory took to wiping his chin. “Think I got most of it out?”
“I don’t know,” Mia said, still recovering. “That huge dick of yours shot in me pretty deep…”
Rory figured she was being generous, but he liked hearing it.
“But if you do that for me every time, you can cum in me all you want…”
He knew she didn’t mean that. “I liked doing that for you. Can I do that every day?”
Mia sat up. “I am never getting rid of you!”
Rory climbed onto the bed to hold his girl. “Mmm. You’re warm.” Mia looked like she was going to answer, but just kissed her boy.
Now, all four of them shared the bed, with their feet hanging off. Conor’s back was being edged into the headboard. “Hey, did we finish playing? It’s Rory’s turn.”
“I just went,” it sounded like he said.
“That was Silke’s card.” Conor left the bed and fixed his spine. He reached down and drew a Dare card. “Here… ‘Bend over and sing a song.’”
“That’s not a card,” Rory mumbled from Mia’s mouth.
“It is,” confirmed Lyla. “Don’t even have to make that one dirty, because you know what we want to see.”
Rory pulled his face away to confront Lyla. “The spinney-thing says that’s an ‘everyone does this.’”
“I didn’t spin it,” Conor said, confused. He looked at the spinner. It was still on the last one.
“But that’s what it says,” Rory demanded.
“Wait, if everyone…” Conor put it together. “Oh. But… how do girls…?”
Lyla met Mia’s eyes. “She has a toy,” Mia said.
“But it’s Rory’s card, first,” Lyla reminded them.
Rory kissed Mia a final time, and stood off the bed. His look at Conor said I hate you, but he got to his knees.
Conor opened a condom and rolled it on his cock. He looked at Rory’s butthole. “This has some lube on it, but do you have anything like baby oil or something?” he asked Lyla.
Lyla was on the other side of the bed, holding her toy in one hand, and a small bottle of lube in the other.
“Where’d you get that?!” Conor asked.
“Spencer’s at the mall. With my sister, Tori,” Lyla answered. She laid down a small towel, then came around to Conor and squirted a little lube on Rory’s posterior. Rory immediately flinched at the sensation.
“Tori has so much of that stuff,” Mia shook her head in wonder, taking position on the foot of the bed with her legs spread open to Lyla. Lyla did the same at the headboard toward Mia.
Conor spread the lube on Rory’s asshole. “You ready down there?”
“Fuck you,” Rory responded, but he didn’t try to escape.
“Uh, I think you’ve got that backwards, ol’ pal.” Conor addressed his cock on Rory’s hole and pressed forward.
“Oh, shit…!” Rory grunted. Then he remembered the card as Conor began to push himself inside his friend. “My country ’tis of THEEEEEE!”
The girls laughed as they moved closer together, putting their legs behind each other’s. “Ready?” Lyla asked, holding out the double-sided dildo.
“Sweet LAND of… LIB!… erty…”
“Not yet,” Mia waved her down. “I have to see this. This is hot!” Both girls wound up with one hand on a breast and the other on their pussy, watching their naked boys fuck each other.
Conor was doing what he had to do, sliding in and out of his friend’s ass, but took care not to hurt him too much.
“Of thee I sing…” Rory breathed and relaxed, but…. “Okay, that’s enough. Your turn.” Conor pulled out and Rory lurched at the feeling. He stood and watched the masturbating girls. “And you two, get doing what you’re going to do.”
Conor got onto his knees, pointed towards the girls. “Do me this way. I want to see them.”
Lyla lubed up her dildo and gave the bottle to Rory. Rory gave Conor’s asshole a squirt and tossed the bottle back. While he put on a condom, he and Conor watched the girls work the toy inside both of them.
Rory found position and gave his friend some of his own medicine.
“Oh, fuck me!” Conor bleated.
“I am…” Rory snickered.
Conor got about the dare. “Camptown… la-DEES! … sing this song…”
“Doo-dah! Doo-dah!” The girls couldn’t help it.
“It’s easier fuckin’ than getting fucked,” Rory told the girls.
“I guess so,” Mia said. Neither girl had yet tried anal.
“Camp TOWN… race track FIVE… miles long…”
“Oh, the doo-dah day!”
Conor seemed to be enjoying the experience a little more than Rory did, however. “Gonna run all night, gonna run all DAY! Bet my money on… I forget the words… ‘cause Rory’s fuckin’ my ass…”
Rory let that be the end of it. He slipped out of his friend and helped him up. “You okay?”
“Yeah…”
The two boys then stood there watching their girls go at it. Mia and Lyla had pulled in closer, nearly rubbing their pussies together, the toy nearly invisible between them. Each held both the other’s hands as they push-and-pulled against the blue toy, breathing quite loudly.
“I don’t think this is their first time, either,” Rory said, stating the obvious.
Conor pulled off his condom. He reached behind himself and lubed up his hand then got about stroking his cock for all he was worth. “Fuck…”
Lyla had put a little distance between their two pussies, taking ahold of their toy between them and jogging it back and forth, giving it a faster and deeper fucking motion than either of them could force. Mia moaned loudly — neither of the girls could use actual words this time, just breathing and moaning.
Rory wanted to be a part of it. He pulled off his condom, too, and put himself against the bed and offered Mia his cock. She sensed him there, rather than saw him, and took his cock in hand. She took him inside and bobbed several times, but let him out with a big exhale.
“Want to, but can’t breathe,” she kind of explained. Rory understood. He reached down towards Mia’s pussy, where her own hand was flicking her clit. He didn’t want to get in the way, he just wanted to touch her. He held his fingers like an airplane — thumb and pinky wings, index finger coming in for a landing on her landing strip. He even made the noise of its motor. He pushed through her soft pubes until he hit her finger on her clit. She didn’t let him take over so he did a puddle jump off her runway and landed on Lyla’s pussy. Lyla’s eyes shot open with the touch, but she smiled at him, took his finger, and made him circle her clit. Then she roughly dragged his airplane through her curls and brought his whole hand to her breast.
Rory glanced back at Mia. Did she notice? Was he allowed? They were all playing comfortably naked, but he was Mia’s boyfriend. Was this wrong? Still, he’d wanted to touch Lyla’s body since he’d seen her nude. He couldn’t help that about himself — he was a guy. He gave Lyla’s nipple a last caress and backed away.
He decided to go the Conor route and steal some lube from his own ass and stroke while he watched.
Conor then tried to offer his cock to Lyla, but with one taste, she pushed him away. “Too much lube.”
The boys shrugged and beat off while noting Mia sit up and twist a little, making Lyla do the same. She took ahold of Lyla’s bent leg and pulled it toward her, gaining enough room to smash their pussies together, and rubbed back-and-forth furiously. Lyla did the same with Mia’s leg but soon let go and fell back, screaming her breath out, and began convulsing into her orgasm. The onset of Lyla cumming, feeling Lyla shake and hearing her scream, made Mia cascade into her own convulsions. The girls’ legs and feet kicked out with each spasm until they subsided into whole-body twitches — shoulders, then hips, shoulders again, legs…
It was too much for the boys. With the lube helping them not sandpaper their skin off, they tugged on their weapons until their pelvises began to waver.
Rory looked at Mia. So beautiful lying there, glistening in her perspiration, her breathing calming down but still making her stomach undulate, her red nipples rolling as her breasts rose and fell. He was going to cum on her tits, but couldn’t do it, couldn’t destroy that image.
“Conor?”
“What?”
Rory turned and aimed his cock at his friend. “Ahh! Take that, motherfucker!” Rory launched his cum salvo at Conor’s chest and belly.
The cum hitting him woke Conor up and triggered his own cum. He shot his ammo right back at Rory. “You son of a bitch!”
On the bed, the girls tried to laugh but were still attempting to breathe regularly. Still, they couldn’t take their eyes off the white tracer bullets flying across their vision.
“I’m not a motherfucker!” Conor muttered, pushing his pelvis out to get more distance as his last shots came out.
“And my mom’s not a bitch,” Rory spat, doing the same, flicking his remaining shots, but barely hitting his target.
“No, she’s hot. I want to be aYourmotherfucker!” Conor laughed, just holding his cock.
“And I… I got nothin’.” Rory collapsed onto the bed next to Mia’s head, trying not to fall off as best he could, laughing.
Mia rolled a bit to give him room and took ahold of his cock. “Now, let me.” She went down on him to clean him up. Then she pulled him along as she moved up to lick the cum off of him. Rory petted her hair and she looked up at him, both realizing at that point that the cum was Conor’s. Rory shrugged one shoulder, and Mia finished licking him clean.
Lyla saw the two of them and pulled Conor to her, intent on cleaning up Rory’s cum, and then Conor’s cock since the lube was rubbed away. When both girls released them and relaxed, Rory reached down and offered to help them dislodge their toy. Both girls shifted as he did so, getting any last stimulation as it left them.
Rory held it up. It was translucent blue, and ridged and bumpy, a little different on either side, depending on what Lyla — and occasionally Mia, he assumed — wanted to feel. He looked to Mia, his eyes asking a question. He flipped the toy around so that the ‘Lyla’ end was pointing at his mouth. Mia silently cocked her head in a ‘give it a try’ motion.
Rory put the toy in his mouth and sucked the taste of Lyla off of it. Well, it was pussy-flavored, he thought, and different from Mia’s but not altogether different. Still, he gazed at Lyla’s pussy as he sucked on it. He didn’t really know if he should want to eat Lyla’s pussy, but this was the next-best thing to it, he supposed.
He pulled it from his mouth with a smack, taking everything with it off of each ridge. He held it out to Conor? “Taste?”
“Fuck yeah!” Conor put the Mia end in his mouth. “Mmm, yeah… Mia… Mia, I want to fuck you, too…”
Rory gave him a sharp look.
“I mean, you know… of course, I want to… but… whether… you know. You know.” The toy wobbled in the air as he spoke, and he handed it back to Lyla. She set it aside.
“God, I love that I have two naked guys just hanging out in my room,” Lyla said out loud, staring at Rory, but keeping an eye on Conor. “Guys’ bodies are just so… and I just want to touch them all, everywhere…” She pulled Conor back down and let her hands roam.
Rory went back and lay next to Mia, too. The four of them just relaxed there, unwound, comfortable being naked.
Still, Rory whispered something in Mia’s ear, and she quietly responded, “Not yet. It needs to recover.”
“I’m gettin’ hungry. No, I’m lying. I am hungry,” Conor said, stirring, not wanting to fall asleep. “Think I can sneak down to get my lunch bag?”
“Don’t need to sneak. Costa’s seen you naked, and Silke’s fine with nudity, you know that,” Rory said. “Put on your underwear if you don’t want to scare her.”
“Yeah.” Conor was going to put on his boxers when he saw the gameboard. “Wait, it’s Lyla’s turn to end the round.”
“Fine,” she said. It was her game. “But if it’s Dare, got to give me some time.”
Conor spun the spinney-thing. Truth. He took a card for her. “‘Which of your friends has the cutest brother?’ So… hottest brother? Whose brother do you want to fuck?”
Lyla gave it little thought. “Easy. Johnny Walker’s brother, Scott. He’s got a bod…”
“My sister’s going out with him,” Rory said to the air. “He’s over all the time, unless Fiona’s over at his place. And I know him from Soccer. Well, he’s varsity, but…”
“Johnny’s cute, too,” Mia noted.
Lyla shared her perspective. “Oh, yeah, he is…”
Rory gave Mia a funny look.
“Oh, come on, the subject is cute guys…” Mia complained.
“I know he is,” he let Mia off the hook.
“I can’t believe his folks named their kid Johnny. Is he Blue or Red label?” Conor snickered.
Mia looked at the boys quizzically.
“Johnnie Walker is booze. Scotch or whiskey or something,” Rory half-explained. “Probably what his folks were drinking when they conceived him,” he laughed.
“There’s a boy named Courvoisier in my Health class,” Lyla thought out loud.
“Case in point!” Conor said. He tossed his boxers back on the pile and headed out to find food, naked.
Lyla wondered, “So, Rory, have you seen Scott naked?”
Rory answered guardedly. “In the showers, after we do an away game at the same place, yeah…”
“Is he big?” Lyla continued her pursuit.
“Well, I haven’t seen him hard or jerking off, and I haven’t seen him fucking my sister. Oh, wait, Conor’s not here.” Rory put down that line of Conor’s questioning, anyway. “But… yeah. Johnny, too.”
Lyla was in dreamland. “I’ll bet…”
Mia came up with, “They look good together, your sister and Scott. We should go on a double-date, and we can share that… prestige… of being a couple everyone wants to be…”
“We are that,” Rory said, kissing her.
“I know. I just want to show it off. Let the upperclassmen know I’m taken by a hunky guy.”
“I’m not hunky,” Rory admitted. “I think I look good, but I’m not hunky.”
“You look fine,” Mia said, smoothing out his hair.
“Yeah, you do,” Lyla agreed.
Rory heard that, but got off the subject. “Hey, let’s find a good Dare card for Conor. It’s his turn.”
Lyla got up and picked up the deck. “I don’t know. There’s nothing he won’t do…”
She flipped through the cards, tossing ‘no’ and ‘meh’ cards into one pile, ‘maybe’ cards into another. “‘Put peanut butter on your lips — or cock or tits — then lick it off,’ ‘Tell about the best — wet — dream you’ve ever had,’ ‘Blindfolded, put polish on your toenails,’” Lyla read off.
“That could be funny, and it’s already sexy,” Mia chuckled.
“‘Wear a bra on the outside of your clothing until your next turn,’ ‘Go outside and yell I believe in faeries loudly three times while clapping your hands,’…”
Conor walked in with his lunch bag, some Hostess cupcakes, and two cans of Diet Coke. He set them down and said, “Okay!” and left the room.
It took them a second, but when they realized… “Rory! Stop him!” Lyla yelled.
Rory pulled himself off the bed and took off after Conor, both still quite naked, cocks flying as they ran. He flashed Costa and Silke in the livingroom as he ran past them, turning fast into the kitchen and out the back door.
Conor was in the middle of Lyla’s yard, spinning and clapping his hands and shouting, “I do believe in faeries! I do believe in faeries! I do believe in faeries! I do! I do! I do!”
Rory grabbed him and steadied him. He looked up at the house and saw Lyla and Mia in the window. He took Conor’s arm and the two naked boys walked back into the house.
“That is certainly some game…!” Silke said as the boys walked past and up the stairs.
“Good thing you know me very well,” Conor called back to her. “If not, you do now…”
Back in the bedroom, Rory threw Conor to the rug. “Here you go…”
“What were you thinking?” Lyla near-screamed.
“That was my dare, right? And I did it all sexy!” he said proudly.
“I am so dead…” Lyla crashed into her pillow.
Continued in Part 3
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