A Thorn Between Two Rosés

This is my entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin’ contest. I always like to reinforce that like my author name says, all of the stories I tell here have a basis in truth and are always based on actual events from my life. That being said, I do add some twists & embellishments to keep them interesting for the readers. Names are always changed

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This story has some buildup, but then is pretty much a sexual sprint to the end.

Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older.

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As graduate students in our second year, we generally reported to the university’s campus in the second week of August, weeks before classes were scheduled to start. Meanwhile, the professors worked part-time or remotely, sending us lists of tasks that needed to be accomplished for the start of classes. It was a Friday afternoon during this stretch and I was sitting in the empty Finance Chair’s office, entering lesson plans into Powerpoint for her lectures. At about 2:30, my cellphone rang and I saw it was my girlfriend, Tara, calling me.

“Hey T. What’s up?”

“Hey babe. What time are you staying until?”

“It doesn’t really matter. There’s a ton to do, but I’m pretty much ready to bail at this point. Why? What’s up?”

“Well, I’m thinking you should leave now. Becky and I met up and spent the day down by the lake, now we’re drinking Rosé in the sunroom.”

“Awesome. Let me close up the office and I’ll be over. Give me 15-20.”

“Well,” she paused, “We also need you to stop and pick up some more Rosé on your way over.”

“I should have known you had an ulterior motive” I laughed, “No worries. I’ll grab some. See you in a bit.”

Tara gave me an exaggerated “MWAHH” kissing sound into the phone and hung up. I packed up and walked to my car to head over to the liquor store. Tara was renting the third floor of an older building downtown. It was a standard apartment with a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room. What made it cool though, was because of the older construction, the living room had an area that sort of “outcropped” from the main room. It had big windows that let the summer sun stream in and when you opened them, you could catch the breeze from lake. That meant that even on the warmest days, there was a temperate breeze blowing through the room especially after dark. Tara had set-up a mini seating area there with a fold-out futon and a couple of deep “dish” chairs that looked like puffy seashells that you could sit in. The sunroom became the area that we all hung out in most often.

When I got to the apartment, I came in through the kitchen door with my key and yelled out, “I’m here! I got four bottles so we have some for the weekend. I’ll throw three in the fridge and bring the other one out?”

Tara yelled back, “Sounds good, we’re in the sunroom.” I put the three bottles away, grabbed a corkscrew and walked down the long hallway to the front of the house. I passed the bedroom on the right and bathroom on the left before reaching the living room and turning the corner to the sunroom.

Tara was sitting on the futon wearing a black and white floral sundress and I could still see the black bikini she had worn to the beach peeking out. Tara had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. She had her feet curled under her, showing some leg up to her thigh and just enough cleavage that her bikini created to catch my attention. At 29 years old, she was a few years older than me at 26.

Rebecca, or Becky, was the complete opposite. She was 30 years old, tiny and thin. She had a bleached-blonde pixie-cut that made her look like Tinkerbell had grown to ~almost~ full size. She had a runner’s body, so her entire body was tight and firm with small A-cup breasts and tanned and toned legs. Those legs were on full display as she was wearing a VERY short pleated yellow skirt with a white halter bathing suit top. Because she was so small, she was able to curl into the dish chair and let it envelop her. Tara saw me do a double take as I looked at Becky. Her skirt was so short that I was able to see clearly up to her crotch that was barely covered by the thin white fabric of her bathing suit bottoms.

Both women had a flush to their skin that showed they had recently been out in the sun. Tara had some extra redness on her shoulders and a hint of pink on her chest. Becky’s nose and cheeks had definitely missed some sunscreen as they were definitely a bit more red than usual.

“Are you going to keep checking out Becky or are you going to pour some wine?” Tara teased.

I could only sputter as both girls laughed while Becky adjusted her legs into a demurer position. I poured wine for the girls, then some for myself and sat on the futon next to Tara. The sunroom was perfect for the late summer day. Sun was being filtered through the trees that surrounded the property, but just enough pushed through to give the room the warmth of summer. The evening breezes hadn’t kicked up yet, so there was a contented stillness to the room.

We sat and talked about random topics and there was a generally relaxed vibe to the entire room. Tara had her bare feet resting on my thigh as she was laying across the futon. Every once in a while, when she would slightly shift her position, one of her feet would rub against my crotch. Meanwhile, the more relaxed Becky became the more her short skirt would shift up her thighs, giving me a view of her barely-covered sex. We just talked about a myriad of topics from people we knew, to our summer consulting gigs, to the upcoming year. After we finished the first bottle I opened, I got up to use the restroom and get a new bottle. I left the sunroom and turned the corner to head down the hallway to the restroom and kitchen.

When I returned to the sunroom, I saw that Tara had taken out a small glass bong and some of her stash of weed. Not one to partake myself, Tara asked if I minded if she and Becky smoked a bit. Since I didn’t really care, Tara opened the windows a bit more, got everything set and lit up. Oddly, even though I didn’t smoke weed, I always enjoyed the scent of it. As the smell filled the room, everyone continued to drink wine and chat.

As they worked their way through the bong, I noticed that Tara was getting more fidgety in her seat. Having dated her for over a year, I knew that weed usually had two effects on her. First, she got nice and relaxed. Next, she often got horny. I got the feeling that between the wine, the summer warmth and the weed, she was starting to get aroused. Becky had a glassier look in her eyes and was definitely more relaxed, as well. She was now sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt hiked up to her hips. She wasn’t thinking anything of it, because she was technically wearing a bathing suit, but the position had pulled the garment tight against her and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips. I glanced over at Tara to see if she noticed me staring. Surprisingly, instead of looking back at me, I could see that Tara’s eyes were glued to our friend’s exhibition as much as mine were.

During a lull in the conversation, Tara asked Becky, “So Becks, what ever happened to that guy, Vic, you were seeing in Chicago?”

“Oh. I went and saw him back in June for a weekend. He was fine, but there was nothing there. We both said that if things happen to work out, we’ll meet up again, but nothing serious.”

Laughing, Tara said, “Wow. Chicago is a long way to go for a booty call!”

“No shit” replied Becky. “I should have waited for him to come visit here once or twice before cutting it off with him. It’s been a rough two months.” It was obvious that both girls were relaxed at this point, because it wasn’t like them to have this conversation with me in the room, but I wasn’t going to stop them.

“Two months? Jeez! You haven’t gotten laid in two months?!?” exclaimed Tara.

“Yup. After Chicago, I went to visit family in Dallas for a few weeks. Even if I had met someone, I stayed with my sister, her husband and three kids. I had a short work contract last month in San Fran and thought I met a guy that would have been a distraction. Unfortunately, he was more ‘distracted’ by our waiter than me. Then, I came back here which is a ghost town in the summer.”

“We need to find you some hot little undergrad once they start showing up.”

“Tara, I’m not fucking some random undergrad.”

“Why not? Jason is younger than me” said Tara with a smirk, “There are benefits to younger guys, you know. You get to tell them what to do and they are usually good for multiple sessions with a quick recharge period. Plus, if you get them young enough, they’ll be convinced you’re the best they’ve ever had!”

Tara punctuated her statement by obviously rubbing her feet against by shorts-covered crotch. I could feel myself starting to swell from the conversation and Tara’s actions. Becky then spoke back up.

“You guys were apart for six weeks when Jason was working in Vegas, right? You’ve told me enough about your sex life that I can’t imagine that was easy for you two considering how often you say you fool around.”

I guess I knew that girls shared stuff like this, but I was still somewhat embarrassed realizing that Tara had obviously been sharing more information with her friends than I did with mine. Tara, on the other hand, wasn’t embarrassed at all and continued the discussion.

“Yeah. We got creative. Phone calls. Emails. Some old-school letters. I even sent a raunchy letter from the Tate Library with some pictures that I took while I was in there.”

“Wait. What? You sent a dirty letter from the library?” asked a confused Becky.

“No. I was working alone there late one afternoon. There was something about the place being virtually empty, with the heat and humidity and as weird as it sounds the musty smell of old books, I got really turned on. So, I started typing up a letter to Jason about what we could have been doing in there if he weren’t away.”

As Tara spoke, I remembered the letter and pictures she had sent. I was now rock-hard thinking about how many nights I jerked off reading the letter and looking at the pictures she sent with it.

“As I was writing, I got myself so worked up that I decided to go a step further. I looked around and sure enough, the place was basically deserted. I was wearing a sundress, so I slipped out of my panties and put them in my bag. The more I wrote, the hornier I was getting, so I started to play with myself under the table.”

Becky was listening intently at this point, her eyes glazed over and her mouth slightly open. I wasn’t sure if she was turned on or just shocked by Tara telling this tale on a random afternoon. But as Tara kept talking, I noticed that Becky was squirming a bit more and moving her hips back and forth just a little in her chair, as if trying to create the friction she was picturing in her head.

“After a few minutes, I had actually forgotten about the letter and was just jilling off in my chair. I looked around one more time and grabbed my phone. I took off my bra and shoved it in my bag with the panties. Then, I lifted my boobs out of my dress and took a picture. I actually took a bunch with me lifting and squeezing them, then a few of me pinching my nipples. The best may have been when I just was able to lick one of them and snap a pic.

“At that point, I was all in, so I hiked up my skirt and used my camera to take some pictures of me fingering myself and finally plunging two fingers in and out of myself. I ended up coming so hard that I thought I was going to leave a puddle on the seat.

“Later that week, I finished the letter, including the ‘live action’ details, printed some of the pictures and send them in the mail to Jason.”

“What did you think when you opened the letter?” asked Becky.

“Honestly?” I answered, “It was almost hotter getting an old-school letter and picture like that. Knowing that all that time had passed before it got to me made it all sexier and more erotic.”

Tara chimed back in, “Plus, after he got it, he called me and we had a pretty hot session on the phone while he read it and I recreated my time in the library. So, yeah, it sucked him being gone, but like I said, we got creative. We actually ended up sending a few more back and forth until I went out to visit him.”

There was an awkward pause in the room now. The late-afternoon was still warm and the late-summer shadows had started to creep across the room. Tara’s story, plus the wine and weed added to the heat and humidity in the room. I think we were all shocked by the turn in the conversation and at various levels of arousal.

“Wow” said Becky, “That’s way beyond anything I’ve ever done. I mean, I’ve taken some pictures for boyfriends and I may have a little friend or two in my bedroom drawer to take the edge off sometimes but, wow, that’s crazy hot.”

Tara kind of chuckled and announced that she was going to pee and grab us all some waters. She disappeared down the hallway leaving Becky and me alone in the room.

“Hey Beck, I’m sorry about that. Tara can get kind of carried away when she smokes.”

“Dude….don’t apologize. That’s the hottest thing I’ve heard in forever. I’m going to think of that every time I have to do any research over in Tate from now on.”

“Yeah, Tara really wanted to sneak in there together when I got back, but by the time I did more people were on campus so it’s never empty enough to do anything.”

“Wait…are you telling me you’d have sex in public where you could get caught? That’s nuts!”

“Yeah…well…ask Tara about the old movie theater downtown sometime. Let’s just say we went to see a random movie one afternoon and I literally don’t remember one minute of it.”

As I finished talking, Tara walked back in with the bottles of water. She handed them out and got back on the futon, this time leaning against me with her legs in the other direction.

“So, what were you two talking about while I was gone?” she asked.

Before I could say anything, Becky jumped out of her seat.

“Wait! Hold that thought. I’ve had like 8 glasses of wine and I REALLY have to pee. But, when I get back, you’re telling about the movie theater downtown and the movie you didn’t watch.”

As soon as Becky turned the corner to go to the restroom, Tara was all over me. She turned her body, pushed her mouth against mine and plunged her tongue in. As she came up for air, she said, “Holy shit. I’m so fucking horny, Jay. Here, feel me.”

With that she took my hand and pushed it under her sundress. I learned that when she had gone to use the bathroom earlier, she had removed her bikini bottoms under her dress. She was now pushing my hand against her sopping wet pussy. With no encouragement needed, I pushed two fingers inside her while using the palm of my hand to rub against her clit. Tara responded by gyrating and pushing harder against my hand in a desperate attempt to get off before our friend returned from the bathroom.

As we continued to wrestle with our tongues and I finger fucked Tara, she was trying to unzip my fly to get access to my cock. I pulled away from our kiss and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her hand away.

“Babe. We can’t. Becks will be back any second.”

“Did you see you her? I bet she’s in there getting herself off right now. Plus, we’ll hear the toilet flush and have time.” With that, she twisted her wrist free and resumed gaining access to my cock. I probably should have fought more or reasoned with her, but at that point, I was past the point of caring and just wanted to feel her hand on my cock. I resumed my ministrations on her pussy and clit while she finally freed my cock from my boxers and shorts.

Now admittedly, I’m not stocked like a porn star, but my dick is a decent 6 inches with a bit of girth. From what I’ve read on the internet, that puts me as solidly “average” but I had never received any complaints. Regardless, Tara had a grip on me and was working her hand up and down my shaft. I could feel her taking deep breaths through her nose as we continued to make out like teenagers, my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Tara was much closer to coming than I was, though. Her hand on my dick felt great, but with no moisture and the close quarters I wasn’t getting the pleasure I normally would. Tara, on the other hand, was bucking her pelvis against my hand trying to climax. I got the idea to grab one of her breasts, so I pulled away to gain access. As I did, instead of grabbing a handful, I pushed her away and pulled my hand from beneath her dress.

“Oh shit! I …uh…. Shit. Sorry!”

“Jay, what the FUCK! I was so close. Why’d you stop?”

Tara looked over to see what had made me pull away so quickly. Becky was standing at the end of the hallway, staring at us. Tara was flushed and trying to regain her composure. Her dress was still hiked up, giving a clear view of her bare pussy that she was starting to cover back up. Meanwhile, I was struggling to tuck myself back into my shorts (but as any guy knows whenever you are in a hurry to do that, you get tangled in your own zipper, boxers and everything else).

In a very hushed voice, we heard Becky say, “No. Don’t stop.”

Tara and I both sort of froze as we looked up at Becky.

“What?”

“Don’t stop. I … I want to watch.”

With that, Becky sat back down in the dish chair across from us. There was a long pause in the room as it felt like a surreal moment in time. The air was thick with lingering Summer heat, as a cool breeze had not yet started to blow through the room. My cock was still half out of my fly and Tara was clearly disheveled with beads of sweat on her forehead and her chest. I could also detect the scent of Tara’s arousal mixing in the room.

Tara was the first to move, shifting back toward me. She looked up at Becky and asked, “What do you want to see?”

Becky had adjusted herself so one leg was tucked under her, with the other bent to the side. Her tight bikini bottoms were now in full view stretched over her pussy lips. “I want to see Jay’s cock. Take it out and stroke it again.”

Tara moved like a cat, reaching over to unbuckle my belt and unbutton the top of my shorts. Once that was done, she gave my hips a quick tap, getting me to lift myself up slightly. As I did, she pulled my shorts and boxers down my hips and to my knees. My cock sprang free and I was in full view of our friend.

Tara looked up at me and licked her palm, covering it with saliva. She then started to slowly run her hand up and down my shaft. When she would reach the top, she would cup her hand and twist it over the crown of my cock before moving back down. I groaned as the addition of moisture was giving me the pleasure I had been missing earlier. When I looked down at Tara, she wasn’t looking at me, but had her eyes locked on Becky.

Becky, in turn, had her eyes glued to Tara’s hand and my cock. One of her hands was now openly rubbing her own breast through her bathing suit top and the other was creeping into the waistband of her bottoms.

One of the amazing things about my time with Tara was her sexual energy and sense of adventure so it became obvious she sensed an opportunity in the room. Never taking her eyes off Becky, she licked her hand again and continued stroking me.

“Becks, he is so hard. You should feel this for yourself. You said you haven’t felt a real cock in months. He feels so good. His cock is so nice and hot. You have to feel this.”

Tara was now goading Becky into joining us on the futon. My mind was a jumble of thoughts trying to process everything happening around me. First was the feeling of Tara stroking my cock but the overriding thought was that I was about to potentially have my first threesome if Becky took Tara’s bait.

Becky had one hand buried in her bikini bottoms clearly playing with her pussy. The other was firmly gripping and squeezing her small breast.

“Tara, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything close to this. You guys are a couple. Maybe I should just leave?”

“OK, Becks. You don’t have to join me. I can just tell you how amazing Jay feels right now. His cock is nice and hard, I can feel his balls getting nice and tight. You can just watch if you want. But you won’t get to feel any of this and trust me, it feels really good.”

I could see Becky struggling with her options. The weed and wine combined with the conversation must have had her as wound up as Tara, but she was still fighting it. Tara sensed the same thing and decided to give one final push.

“But you know, as good as your fingers feel right now” Tara was practically moaning as she talked now, “They don’t feel as good as Jay’s cock does right now. Oh, and they definitely don’t taste as good.” As Tara finished speaking, she lowered her mouth to the head of my cock and sucked it into her mouth, moaning as she did.

That did it. Becky got out of the chair and nearly tripped over herself to get on her knees in front of me. Tara backed her mouth away and brought Becky’s hands up to my cock. Becky started to stroke up and down my cock, mesmerized as she watched her own hand start to jerk me off.

“Mmmmm….that’s it Becky” Tara said, “Now, take your other hand and play with his balls a bit.”

Becky did as she was told and started to gently roll my balls in her other hand while continuing to stroke my cock. I was struggling to hold on and last as long as I could, but the entire scenario was quickly becoming too much for me to handle. Tara somehow sensed this and seized the opportunity.

“I have an even better idea, but let’s all get comfortable.” Tara stood up and grabbed two large pillows from the ends of the futon, and placed them on the floor, one on each side of my lower legs. She knelt on one while Becky sat on the other. Tara then had me shimmy out of my shorts the rest of the way.

“There, that’s better. Now, Beck, follow my lead.” Tara began licking up and down the length of my shaft. At the top, she would quickly suck on the head and at the bottom, she would take one then the other of my balls in her mouth before starting over. Becky didn’t immediately follow Tara’s instructions, still in slight shock of what was unfolding in front of her. Tara continued to encourage her, though.

“Becky, I know you’ve given blow jobs before. Just do what I’m doing.”

This time, Becky leaned forward and wrapped her mouth over the head of my cock. She started to lick and suck while Tara moved lower down my shaft licking and kissing me. When Becky lifted her mouth off of me, Tara took her place. They started to get in a rhythm where they were alternating between the head of my cock, my balls and licking the shift. At one point, Tara reached over and held Becky’s head against the side of my shaft while she went to the other side. Soon, they were licking up and down in unison, sharing my cock like they were licking the sides of a popsicle. The sensations started to become too much and I started to tremble.

“Becky, Jay is about to blow. Do you want to take it?”

Becky was startled by the suggestion and stuttered, “N…no. I don’t think I can.”

“Ok, I’ll finish him off, then” and with that Tara took the entirety of my cock into her mouth and throat. I immediately started to shoot my creamy load into her mouth as she sucked and licked me to completion. Just as she pulled off, I saw her swallow the last of it. Before Becky could react, she pulled her in for a deep, cum-flavored kiss. Becky didn’t hesitate this time and began to kiss Tara deeply as their tongues wrestled. There was no doubt that she was tasting the lingering flavor of my cum in Tara’s mouth.

The girls continued to kiss and started to grope at each other. Becky was practically mauling one of Tara’s breasts and was trying to work her hand into Tara’s bikini bottoms. Tara pulled away for a moment and suggested, “Fuck it. Let’s do this right. Jay, looks like you need some time to recover, why don’t you give us room and set-up the futon like a bed?”

I stood up and released the levers that allowed the futon to fold from a couch into a double-sized bed. Tara guided Becky to her feet and started to pull her halter top over her head. Becky started to pull away again saying, “T, are you sure we should?”

“Shhhh….trust me. You’re gonna love this. Jay and I are going to help make up for the last two months for you right now.”

With that, Tara pulled Becky’s top off, revealing her small but perky A-cup breasts. Tara cupped them in her hands and leaned down to lick first one nipple then the other. Becky let out a moan and Tara alternated between licking and sucking on her breasts. After a minute, Becky had her hands on Tara’s head, holding her close to her chest forcing her to continue. As she kept up her oral skills on Becky’s breasts, Tara worked her hands into Becky’s waistband and started to peel off her skirt and bikini bottoms. Becky wiggled her hips to help Tara get the garments off and once they made it over the curve of her hips they fell to her ankles. Tara stepped back and gave Becky room to step out of them.

As I mentioned earlier, it was obvious that Becky wasn’t a natural blonde as her dark roots were clearly visible most of the time. But when I looked down, it was even more obvious. Becky had a neat, dark brown triangle that was tightly trimmed and now, completely revealed. Tara reached down and ran her fingers through the fuzz and into Becky’s cleft. I could just see her flicking her finger over Becky’s clit as Becky’s legs started to tremble slightly.

“Mmmm….Becky, you are soaked. I think we need to get this first orgasm out of the way so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” Tara gently guided Becky to lie back on the futon. She landed with her feet on the futon, knees up and legs spread. Tara slipped her own sundress off her shoulders and to the floor. Her shaved pussy was visible since she had removed her bottoms earlier and she reached back to untie her top. Her C-cups were freed and her nipples were already erect. The flush on her cheeks and chest were more than just from the sun and the heat in the room, they were a tell-tale sign that Tara was aroused.

Tara stepped over and started to lay next to Becky on the futon. She moved one hand back to Becky’s pussy and started to gently rub against her mound. At the same time, she began kissing and licking her way down Becky’s neck. I was now perched on the edge of the dish chair that Becky had previously occupied and was feeling the blood begin its return to my dick from watching the girls.

Tara worked her way down Becky’s neck to her collarbone while she continued to use her fingers against her sex. Continuing her mouth’s journey, Tara ended up at Becky’s right breast and used her tongue to lick her nipple a few times before taking nearly her entire breast in her mouth. At the same second she enveloped Becky’s breast, she plunged one of her fingers into Becky’s pussy.

That was all it took. Becky let out a deep moan and thrusted her hips into the air. Tara didn’t let go and continued finger banging Becky’s pussy. Across the room, I could hear how wet Becky was just by the sound Tara’s fingers were making. Becky kept bucking her hips up and down as she hit the height of her climax. She was moaning and gasping for air, trying to pull Tara’s hand away from her pussy. Tara finally relented and pulled away. Becky collapsed to the futon with her eyes closed and mouth agape, trying to take in as much air as she could. Tara looked over at me, smirked, and licked Becky’s juices off her fingers.

“Jay, go get Becky her water. I think she needs a minute.”

I got up, grabbed Becky’s water and brought it over to her. She sat up slightly and took a few sips between breaths. I started to move back to the chair when Tara grabbed my arm.

“Where are you going? I said she needs a minute. I need something else.”

Tara shifted over to give me room behind her. I slid down to the mattress and Tara reached back to grip my erect cock. As I settled into position behind her, we were both on our sides. She lifted her leg giving me access to her pussy and she guided me into her. She was already soaking wet with arousal and I slid in easily.

That position and angle were never my favorite as it always felt a bit awkward, but Tara was enjoying it as I moved in and out of her.

“MMMMMM…..that feels so good. It’s about time I got a little something here. You both got to come already.”

Tara and I fucked rhythmically, but not roughly. It was a steady movement that had my hips hitting against her ass as her tits bounced with each thrust. Becky was leaning back on her elbows, water in hand, watching me fuck my girlfriend literally inches away from her.

“Becky, this feels so good. Wait until you feel Jason’s cock in you. He fills me up so much, so I can only imagine what he’s going to feel like in your tight, little pussy in a few minutes.”

I actually slammed into Tara harder when her words registered. I was going to fuck Becky, too. Every guy dreams of a threesome and with every passing moment it looked like my dream was going to be a reality.

“Oh, Becks. He’s fucking me even harder because he’s thinking about you. It feels so good, but I need you. Oh…. Becks…..please, help me come.”

“Tell me what to do, Tara. I want to see you come.”

“Come here, suck on my tits. Just like I was doing to you.” Becky repositioned and leaned in to follow directions. She tentatively started licking Tara’s nipple and breast.

“No. Use your hand, too, grab my tits. I like to feel it. Ohhhhhh….that’s it. Now, bite my nipple. I love that.”

Becky was letting instinct take over now and was mauling Tara’s tits with her mouth and hands. She was licking, biting and sucking on Tara’s tits and nipples as Tara started slamming harder into my cock. I could feel her fluids coating my cock and flowing down on to our adjoined legs. Tara then reached up and grabbed one of Becky’s hands away from her tit and placed it at the junction of my cock and her pussy.

“Rub my clit, Becky. Rub my clit while Jay fucks me.” I felt Becky’s fingers start to dance on Tara’s clit and rub against the surface of my dick as it continued moving in and out of Tara. That sent Tara over the top. Her orgasm exploded out of her and I felt fluids gush onto my leg and Becky’s fingers. She reached back and grabbed my ass to pull me in as deep as she could. Becky was latched on to one of her tits as Tara’s chest heaved along with her climax. I could feel her pussy walls gripping me tighter with every spasm and it was fortunate I had come earlier which helped me hold back this time.

Tara pushed Becky away from her tit and released her grip on my ass. Once I gave her enough room, she fell on to her back still breathing heavily.

Becky spoke up, “Ok, Jay. If we’re gonna do this, lets do this. It’s my turn to feel that cock inside me.”

I stepped around Tara and grabbed Becky’s ankles pulling her toward me with her legs spread. For the first time that afternoon, there was no hesitancy in her eyes, just lust. As I knelt between her outstretched legs, I realized just how petite she was. Even spread wide open, my hips were forced to squeeze between her legs.

I took my dick in my hand and lined it up with the entrance of Becky’s pussy. Even just approaching with the head, I felt it would be a tight fit, so I began rubbing it up against her entire slit, coating it with some of the moisture leaking out of her. Each time I hit the top of her entrance and rubbed against her clit, Becky would slightly jerk and moan.

When I felt like I had enough lubricant coating my cock I asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Please….fill me up, Jason. I need to have you inside me.”

At her instruction, I leaned in and began to slowly push into her pussy. Like I said, I don’t claim to have a giant penis but Becky’s pussy was the tightest I had ever felt. Between her petite size and the fact she hadn’t had sex in a few months, I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to slide inside her.

“Ohhhhh. That feels so good. You’re stretching me out. Mmmmm… stop there for a second so I can adjust to you.”

I was only about halfway in Becky’s pussy but looking down I could see her swollen lips spread around the shaft of my cock. I wasn’t moving, just holding my pelvis in place while I supported myself over her with my arms outstretched. I was afraid that if I laid on her directly, I might crush her. Becky, however, wasn’t still at all. She was slowly rotating her hips building up some friction between us. As she rotated, she was slightly lifting her pelvis, letting me slide further into her. Her hands came down, gripped my hips and started to pull me into her.

“Fuuuuuck…. Tara….. he’s filling me up so good. Thank you, thank you. It feels so good.”

Tara sat up and leaned toward us with a crooked elbow, her head in her hand as I continued my slide into Becky. Even though I was almost all the way inside her, her pussy felt like a vice around my cock. I could feel every millimeter of her pussy lips as they stretched open to take me further inside. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt myself bottom out when my balls slapped against her skin. I can’t speak for how it felt for Becky, but I had never felt anything like this. Even in Tara’s pussy, I could feel her velvety walls around the sides of my cock, but in Becky’s? I felt like every part of my cock was touching part of her hot, wet pussy. From the tip to the base, it felt like was filling her so completely, there was no room left.

Becky was still grinding her pussy against me, completely filled, as she got used to the sensations. For the first time since I started to enter her, I started to pull out before pushing back into her. Becky let out a moan with every movement. I continued the motion for 5-6 strokes, making sure to go slowly and not hurt her. She was definitely loosening up and had wrapped her ankles around my legs. We continued at this slow pace for a few more strokes until I had just pulled back and felt a loud and hard “SMACK” on my ass.

Purely out of instinct, I slammed my hips forward and buried myself into Becky’s pussy. Becky let out a scream of ecstasy as I looked over at Tara.

“Babe. What the fuck?”

“Exactly. What kind of fuck is that? Fuck her, Jay. Look at her, she needs to be fucked right.” I knew from experience that when Tara got this aroused, she could get raunchy which, in turn, turned me on even more.

I looked down at Becky who simply said, “Do it.”

That was all I needed. I picked up the pace and began to fuck Becky properly. My hips pistoned in and out of her as she hung on with her hands and legs. I knew Becky was an athlete and in good shape but this was proving it. She was using her legs to ram me harder into her as her pussy expanded to take me in. We were now in a perfect sexual rhythm as Becky’s groans grew louder and louder.

“Fuck! This feels so good! I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”

As Becky’s orgasm started, I realized that my earlier thought that she couldn’t feel any tighter…was wrong. He entire pussy gripped my cock as if someone had taken me in their grip and weren’t letting go. My thrusting was forced to stop as Becky bucked up against me, indecipherable words and sounds coming out of her mouth. I froze with my cock gripped inside her as the wave of a giant orgasm rolled over her.

As she started to come down from her high, the laws of gravity and resistance kicked back in. As she lowered her pelvis and her pussy released its grip, I naturally fell back into her, still erect. Becky’s entire body tensed as I filled her back up again. I readjusted and began my thrusts again, feeling the cum boiling up inside me. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I exploded for the second time.

Even though it was probably too late, I realized that I didn’t know if Becky was on the pill, so I asked, “Where do you want me to come?”

Tara jumped in with the answer, “She’s on the pill, don’t worry. And you have to come inside her.” Tara leaned in closer to Becky and continued, “Because if you make him come inside you, I’m going to lick it out of that cunt I’ve been staring at all day.”

Tara’s words were all we both needed. The mere thought of her eating a creampie out of Becky sent us both over the edge. My cock exploded inside of Becky and she entered the throes of her second consecutive orgasm. Because she was so tight, I could feel my own sperm flowing out of her and on to her spread thighs and my balls. She arched her back and I reached under and literally picked her up off the mattress. She was orgasming and moaning while she was supported only by my hands and dick.

As she started to go limp, I laid her back down and pulled out of her. Cum was running out of her pussy which was still gaping and spasming from the end of her orgasm. Tara gave her no rest, however. She pushed me aside and dove into Becky’s pussy licking up my cum as it flowed from her pussy. Tara was licking the fluids from Becky’s thighs and lapping up the cum that was inside her.

Becky, who was still recovering from her latest orgasm, lifted a limp hand toward me and said, “Come here, I want to taste it, too.”

I scooted toward her head and she took my deflating cock in her mouth licking and tasting our combined juices. I knew there was no way I was getting hard again so quickly, but Becky didn’t care. She kept sucking on me as Tara ate her out, trying to get every last bit of cum out of her. I could see that Tara was working to finish the job as she was focused back on Becky’s clit, dancing her tongue over it to bring her to another climax. For the final time that night, Becky started bucking her hips and moaning as she had another rapid orgasm.

“Please, T, no more” she begged. “I’m done.” I pulled back and my flaccid cock fell from her lips. Tara sat up at the same time and gave me an open-mouth kiss, giving me my own final taste of the night’s activities. Becky and I were both covered in sweat from our efforts. For the first time, I could feel the start of the evening breezes coming through the windows and cooling us down a bit.

“Jay” Tara said, “I think there’s more wine in the fridge. Go grab it so we can all drink something cold.” I got up and walked down the hall, grabbing the wine and some new glasses. When I walked naked back into the sunroom, Tara and Becky had put the futon back into couch mode. I poured three glasses of Rosé and sat down with them. The sun had gone down during our marathon session and there was only darkness outside. We could hear the late summer crickets chirping in the night.

Becky looked exhausted, but satisfied. Tara looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

“So” she started, “Did you both like your end of Summer surprise? Becks?”

“T, I haven’t come that hard in years, never mind months. I just can’t believe you got me to do all that.”

“It wasn’t that hard, actually. You’ve told me that weed has a similar effect on you that it does to me. I know you get flirtatious when you drink. And…” she finished with a smirk, “I know you found the letters Jay and I had sent when you watched my place the weekend I went to visit him in Vegas.”

“Fuck. How did you?”

“You tried to put them back where you found them, but I could tell they had been moved. You also put my lube on the wrong side of the drawer.”