Michael’s Erotic Trifecta- Acts III-V

Act III

When Kenny got home that afternoon, he had no pressing desire to bring himself off, after all in the history storage room he had gotten his needs fulfilled beyond his wildest expectations. Arriving in his room he simply sprawled out on his bed still dressed and let his mind relive all that had gone on earlier that day. After about twenty minutes of quiet reflection the stillness was shattered as two squealing girls descended upon him.

“What happened?” asked a giggling Susie. “Did she meet you?” squealed Abby, “tell us about it, please?” Mike opened his eyes and looked from one to the other.

“You must have done something in school today,” Abby speculated, “’cause you’re not up here jacking off.”

“Did she do you?” asked Abby, “I’ll bet she did.”

“Come on,” said Susie, “tell us what happened. Please. You’ve got to.”

And at that point, the two girls began relieving Mike of all his clothing. And he didn’t try to resist. It felt too damned good having two girls scurrying around, pulling off his jeans and jockeys and removing his t-shirt. When they had finished, both girls looked at each other, and then they hurriedly shed their own clothing. Once they were all naked, they joined Mike on the bed.

Susie took her brother’s partially stiff organ in her hand. “It’s my turn today,” she announced to Abby, who nodded reluctantly, then she turned to Mike. “So tell us what happened today. Did you get together? Did you two do stuff?” Susie could feel Mike’s answer in his rapidly filling stiff cock before he answered her in words.

And so, Mike did recite the tale of his mid-day adventures in the history storage room in the school basement. Susie was both listening through her ears and feeling the story through the fingers wrapped tightly around his veined mushroom topped shaft, fingers which were in constant and rhythmic motion. Abby, her head propped up with both hands, looked Mike in the eyes as he told of their basement rendezvous, of Haley ‘s lack of a bra, and of her calmly removing her blouse for his total enjoyment.

As he told them about her naked breasts, and how he had snuggled his face up against them . . . and feasted his lips on their nipples, the curious girls demanded an interruption in order to experience for themselves that same sensation. Mike paused the story long enough to demonstrate to both girls how it feels to have their nipples sucked and lightly chewed.

For some strange reason, the experience of sucking their titties didn’t compare to his when sucking Haley ‘s. The two girls didn’t have to know that, and he wisely avoided telling them. Once back to the story, Mike didn’t repeat Haley ‘s tales of the teacher who had played such a large part in introducing her to the pleasures of the flesh.

Even though those revelations had been central to the original drama, it seemed kind of irrelevant to Mike in his retelling. The Tale of Haley and Michael should feature just Haley and Michael, he firmly decided. And besides, he had sworn to her he wouldn’t tell anybody of her flirtation with her former teacher.

Mike had reached the part in his story where Haley had left his side and knelt between his legs. She had been working her fist on his rubbery foreskin in much the same way his sister was working hers in the here and now. When Mike told of Haley’s leaning down and taking his cock head into her mouth, Susie looked wide-eyed just for an instant before fearlessly diving down herself and enveloping his cock in her own mouth.

Abby jerked her head . . . looking on disbelievingly as her best friend began bobbing her head up and down on Mike’s long cock. He was drowning in both present feelings and past memories. The sight of his twin sister enthusiastically bobbing her head over his overstuffed shaft began morphing into the recollections of Haley doing likewise.

It did not take many head bobs before Mike’s cock fired its load into his twin sister’s mouth. Susie felt him push into her throat momentarily, before firing away. Reflex’s caused her to back away for an instant, allowing the second spurt to wickedly paint her face with ropes of hot cum, but she quickly recovered the spouting fountain in time to swallow the rest.

Afterwards, Mike and Susie both briefly lost consciousness, Mike lying flat on his back and Susie with her head on his belly, his ever shrinking organ still safely tucked in her mouth. Abby was the first to speak. “Damn that was hot! I never saw anything like that before. Next time it’s my turn to suck your big cock.” Neither Mike nor Susie said anything, but Susie did a slight nod of her head as it lay on Mike’s belly.

Next, the three of them climbed into the shower a short time later. Abby said she should get to bathe the two of them, as she didn’t participate much and wouldn’t need soaping off herself. Both Mike and Susie were too tired to argue, and stood obediently as Abby suds them clean. She completed the project by drying the both of them, then like a true maidservant, she helped each of them dress.

“I can’t wait to suck your cock tomorrow . . . Michael Johnson,” she stated.

Act IV

In history class the following day, Haley and Mike once again sat side by side. Again nothing was spoken during class about the previous day’s history store room activity. At the closing bell, Haley asked Mike if he cared to eat lunch with her, and he said of course, that goes without saying. When they were seated side by side in the lunchroom Haley said, “Too bad there’s no time for the history store room today.”

Mike gave her a stricken look which made her grin. “Don’t look so sad,” she said. “We can go to my house after school. No one’s there.”

“What about your brother?” asked Mike.

“What brother? said Haley.

“You know, George?” he said.

“George’s not my brother,” she said, “he’s my cousin. He’s my dad’s brother’s son. And he lives with his family, not mine.”

“Oh,” said Mike, “I had heard . . .”

Haley grinned, “Well you heard wrong. So, want to come?”

“Are you kidding, wild horses . . . well, you get the idea.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. Listen, meet me by the front entrance at the last bell. And if you can get your homework done in school we won’t have to carry books.”

“Great idea. I’ve got study hall fifth period. I’ll get it done then.”

“Okay, meet you at the bell at 3:30.” And they put away their trays and were off to their next classes. Mike managed to get all his homework done during study hall, and surprise, surprise, he took a shower at the end of his last period gym class. He was the first one at the entrance after the last bell, but Haley was not far behind him.

They walked hand in hand the six blocks to Haley ‘s house, but as they got near her block, she turned loose his hand and said that because of her nosy neighbors it would be better if Mike took the alley behind her house, and she would meet him at the back door. She told him hers was the third house from the corner, and for him to wait in the driveway until he sees her.

Mike had not been standing in the alley for much over a minute before the back door opened and Haley waved him in. Once inside she offered him a Coke, and they drank them in the living room along with idle chatter about school, before retiring to Haley ‘s room to get down to the business at hand.

They did not immediately get close or intimate. They sat apart when they first entered her room, she sitting on the side of her bed, and he in the chair by her desk. They looked at each other for several minutes before Haley spoke up.

“You know what’s been wrong with our little get togethers?” she said, a wistful tone in her voice. Mike shook his head, “No what? To my mind they’ve been letter perfect.”

“Well,” she said after a moment’s pause, “they were very nice as far as they went. But the trouble was they never went quite far enough. We were never able to get all the way . . . NAKED for one thing. I’ve never seen you completely naked, and you’ve never seen me.”

“Yeah, well now that you mention it, that’s very true,” he said, “but what I did see of you . . . sure looked damn good.”

“Have you ever seen those two, you know, your sister and her friend naked?”

“Well, yeah,” Kenny said, “a couple of times. But they’re nothing like seeing you. So what do you think, should we do it? Take off our clothes, I mean. God, I’d almost kill to see you naked.”

“God, Mike, I think the point of taking off our clothes is to take our minds off the inborn urges to kill that you males all seem to have.”

Mike looked sheepish. “It’s only an expression,” he said apologetically. She laughed, “I was only kidding, silly Billy. Okay, let’s do it. Should we take our clothes off together, one piece at a time? Or it would be more fun for each of us to undress the other one? Maybe . . . more educational?” she said with a wink.

“Undressing each other would be great,” said Mike, and he stood up and walked over to her, who immediately got to her feet. “You want to go first?” he asked, and she nodded and unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off and tossed it on her bed. Mike next nervously unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. He tossed it on his shirt. Haley pulled his undershirt off with both hands, slipping it over his head.

She turned around so he could unfasten her bra, but he turned her back around saying he needed the practice of doing it from the front, and after a couple of tries he did manage to unhook it, and slipping it off, he tossed it on the bed. “Gee, there’s certainly no doubt about which one of us looks the best on top,” he said.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” said Haley, “that’s a nice pair of shoulders you’ve got there, and strong arms too. And don’t bother saying it, I know full well what I’ve got up here.” She put a hand under her left titty and held it up for his inspection.

Then she got back to the business at hand . . . by reaching down and unfastening his belt . . . unbuttoning his top button . . . and unzipping his fly. Having virtually no hips the law of gravity soon worked its magic and Mike’s jeans puddled at his feet. She steadied him as he stepped out of them. Then he was unbuttoning the buttons on each side of her jeans, and supervising their descent.

They both paused and each reflected on the other’s state of near nudity. “In my view . . . I’ve got the best end of this deal,” said Kenny admiringly.

“Well, that’s just your opinion, now isn’t it?” she said, pulling down his briefs, careful not to let them get tangled up in that hard bone he had sticking out, obscenely from his groin. She looked fondly at his weapon as she steadied him so he could step out of his briefs. Then she waited for him to do the same for her.

When they were both naked they stood there for a few more minutes, each reveling in the vision of the other. Haley had never gotten a chance to see Mr. Jenkin’s naked, in fact had never seen anything beyond the big cock that jutted out of his fly. So she enjoyed the sight of Mike standing before her in his altogether, shoulders squared, arms to his side, chest and flat belly with that ram’s horn of a cock jutting out in front of him.

Mike, had been circumcised and his rosy, red pecker-head pointed proudly to the ceiling. She couldn’t keep herself from reaching out and grasping it, fondly but firmly, as if claiming squatter’s rights.

Mike, although he had seen his twin sister and her friend naked on two occasions, never the less cherished this first view of the more mature Haley. He studied the vision standing before him in great detail. Her hair was a dirty blonde color bleached by the sun, and it hung down her shoulders to the first swell of her breasts.

Her breasts themselves were in Mike’s mind perfection personified, not too large, but perfect for her body weight and size. Two beautiful swells, each topped off by a luscious pink-tipped nipple. And each of them a perfect handful. Her torso sloped in at her waist and curved out at her hips. Her belly was flat, with just a hint of an outward curve, and below her mound was completely hairless . . . just the way he wanted it to be. Those lower lips were pursed, the crease between them pronounced, and partway down . . . a tiny flab of skin warily peeped out.

Haley stood there looking at Mike and wondering if she should let him . . . fuck her. That was the one thing she had never allowed Mr. Jenkins to do, he had offered, although he hadn’t been insistent. He had been content with the intimate play she was so freely allowing him, and the history storeroom didn’t really lend itself to participating in the total deed.

It was neither secure nor comfortable enough. But during that time Haley had her mother put her on birth control pills just in case . . . knowing full well that now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit, one of these days she would be seeking a more complete fulfillment. And so foremost in her mind as she stood there surveying Mike . . . was today the day?

Mike broke into her mood by saying, “God I wish I had a camera. I’d like to remember this forever.”

“All looks and no play will leave Mike a dull boy,” said Haley cryptically, and with that she sprung forth and began tickling him mercilessly. Mike screeched and howled and laughed so hard he flat out lost his hard-on. He tried desperately to tickle her back, but from the beginning it was clear who was the true Tickle Queen.

Finally, panting and almost in hysterics, Mike giggled, “If I only had a towel I would throw it in.” And then, “If you don’t stop, in just about one minute I’m gonna be pissing all over your floor. I’m sure you’ll be able to explain that to your folks without any problems, though.”

Haley immediately got Mike into a wrestling hold, “Give up?” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Absolutely, completely,” he said with a laugh. Then she turned the wrestling hold into an embrace. And putting her arms around his neck, they kissed with dueling tongues. Their bodies remained joined with their arms still entwined, and somehow they managed to find their way onto Haley’s bed. They kissed until their lips felt tired, after which Mike began kissing and licking his way down her body.

Starting with her head, he kissed and lapped forehead, eye sockets, nose holes, cheeks, ears, neck, shoulders, underarms, breasts, nipples, rib cage, bellybutton, belly, the insides of her thighs, and finally her quivering pussy itself. Poised over her opening, he inhaled deeply and found the ensuing odors intoxicating. Feeling almost dizzy he raised his head and asked, “What do you like to call this delightful little place?”

She thought for a moment, then said, “Most girls I know . . . call it a pussy. I like the name ‘cunny’ better. I think it has a nice ring to it.” Mike punctuated her statement by tonguing first the lips, then the crease in between, then the bump on the top. Her body jerked and she squealed at this, and soon he was lapping his way back to her vaginal opening, where he forced his tongue deep inside.

This time he darted his tongue in and out until it was too tired to move. At that point, he licked his way back up to her clit on the top, which he circled, sucked, and finally nibbled. Haley had herself . . . several climaxes in a row during all of that, and afterwards lay still for some minutes. Mike remained with his head between her legs for a few moments before crawling up and lying down beside her.

When Haley came out of it, she cooed and sighed, and turned to Mike and kissed him repeatedly, covering every inch of his face with her smooches. Then she said, “That was perfect. I never before felt anything like that in my entire life. But my poor little baby! What about you? You haven’t cum yet, have you? You lie on your back, and let Haley the Tickle Queen take care of your big cock.”

Haley moved down to Mike’s groin, where she stroked and handled his still stiff growing soldier, covering it with wet, sloppy kisses, before taking the head in her mouth and rousing him to a peak. When Mike’s erection was at its optimum, she suddenly took it from her mouth and holding it upright she squatted above him and calmly wiped his precum dribbling head on her equally oily cunny lips.

Mike’s eyes grew wide as he realized the implications of what she was about to do. He of course had never penetrated a girl in his short life, never even dreamed he would ever get a chance to. But from what Haley was doing, seemed to indicate that perhaps he would indeed lose his virginity before this day was out.

He began to wonder about Haley. Was she a virgin, or had Mr. Jenkins taken it in his various sex lessons. Not that it mattered, he thought. He simply wondered. Mike looked at Haley expectantly. She didn’t seem to notice him, since she was focusing her full attention on her project in hand. Gently she lowered herself onto Mike’s cock. When she felt the head press against her, she adjusted her position until she felt it was centered.

She pushed down. She felt the head part her lips as it forced its way against her vaginal muscles. She felt the entire head enter, then she stopped and rested, allowing her body to get used to the intrusion. After a few moments she lowered herself again, this time until she felt Mike’s cock head begin to stretch her hymen. She felt a slight pain, and raised up until the head was almost out.

Then she forcibly pushed herself down, aiding gravity by utilizing all of her strength. Mike felt a sensation of slightly tearing within her, and a simultaneous cry and grimace from Haley seemed to confirm it. Once Mike’s rod was all the way inside . . . she went still once again.

Once Haley ‘s vagina had swallowed the whole of Mike’s weapon and their pubes were resting one on the other, Haley traded her upright position for one lying atop Mike, her arms securely around his neck. They both lay perfectly still. Finally, she spoke:

“You ever done this before?”

“What? Fucked anybody?”

“Uh huh.”

“Nope, never have. Never even came close. You’re the only girl I’ve ever had anything to do with. Not counting the girls at home, of course, but they don’t count.”

“You want to?”

“Sure, I’m feeling the greatest feelings in my entire life. You?”

“Me too. I’ve never done it before either. Mr. Jenkins offered to show me, but I never would let him. I was grateful for everything he did teach me. But somehow I didn’t want to let him be my first.”

“But what about a baby? Aren’t you scared you might get pregnant?”

“No, it’s okay. Back when I was fooling around with Mr. Jenkins, I got mom to put me on the pill. Just in case.”

“Oh,” said Mike attempting to sound cool to cover the overwhelming feelings of fright and insecurity which were sweeping through him. He was deathly afraid he would mess up and do something stupid and disgrace himself with this girl he was growing to love even more than his own family. But, nature is funny (meaning of course odd, bent, twisted) but all knowing.

Soon without even giving it conscious thought his hips suddenly began rising of their own accord, pulling his weapon almost out of its warm refuge. Then, just as he neared the point of exit he suddenly drove his swollen stalk into her depths once again. A brief pause and he repeated the move, and this time she brought her hips up to meet his thrust. And very soon Mike’s motor functions were in high gear and as he increased the tempo and depth of his thrusts, she matched his intensity thrust for thrust. And so they rocked on.

It didn’t take many thrusts before Mike and Haley reached soul searing climaxes, the intensity of which carried them to heights neither had ever even dreamed of. Mike collapsed on an equally collapsed Haley. He lay upon her in dreamless oblivion before regaining enough consciousness to realize his weight was on the girl, and when he made a move to raise himself off of her, his weapon pulled from its sheath, and she suddenly awoke complaining mightily.

A quick glance at her bedside alarm however, told her that the time was getting perilously close to her parent’s arrival, and so it was with great haste that they rose and made their way to Haley’s shower to remove all traces of their afternoon’s indulgences. Afterwards they completed the scene . . . by each dressing the other, and with a catch in each of their throats, they bid each other fond farewells at her back door, about ten minutes before her parent’s arrival home.

Act V

Mike and Susie had a special dinner guest on Friday evening in the form of Susie’s friend Abby, who was spending the night. Their parents made a surprise announcement at the dinner table that they were leaving shortly after dinner for a weekend of fishing at a camp they rented on the Hudson River.

It was also announced at the dinner table that in their absence Mike would be in charge. The obligatory argument from Susie that she and Abby needed no supervision fell on deaf ears of course, and Abby further gave in to the lie by being unable to suppress a big naughty grin at the announcement.

After the meal, and the subsequent exit of their parents, Mike settled down for some serious television viewing as the two girls went upstairs to shower and don their sleeping attire. When they came down awhile later, they were dressed in the flimsiest of outfits, and proceeded to first block Mike’s view of the TV, and then turn it off altogether.

“What’re you doing that for?” Mike complained, “I was watching that.”

“You have more important business,” said Susie, closing in on his left side on the couch.

“Yes, and just what is that?” Mike asked.

“Telling us what you and Haley . . . what’s her name . . . were doing yesterday afternoon,” said Abby closing in on his right.

“Hey, wait a minute. No fair. A guy has to have some privacy in his life.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for privacy,” said Susie, “once you grow up and move away. But for now, forget it. You owe us this . . . to keep our mouths shut on what you’ve done to us and to her lately.”

“So where did you go after school yesterday?” asked Abby, “you sure as heck didn’t come here, cuz we patiently waited for you.”

“We were waiting all afternoon for you. You never came,” accused Susie.

“I’ll bet you went to her house,” said Abby, her voice raising in pitch. Unfortunately, Mike’s expression gave him away. “You did, didn’t you!” yelled Abby. “I knew it!”

“What did you do there?” asked Susie. “You two made out, didn’t you?”

“Well, if you did it with her, you’ve got to do it with us,” said Abby. “That’s the house rule.” Mike started to say something, but was ignored.

“You did do it with her, didn’t you?” said Susie, almost breathlessly. “I just know you did; I can read it in your eyes.”

“What did it feel like? Did it hurt her?” Abby asked.

“Did she bleed?” asked Susie.

Suddenly the girls stood up, and reaching over, helped Mike to his feet. They each took an arm and firmly piloted him up the stairs. “Where are we going?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew.

“To your room,” said Susie, “where we’re going to strip you naked and make you tell us everything.”

“And afterwards, make you do to us what you did to her,” said Abby.

When they arrived in the room Abby quickly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Susie undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and shoved both pants and briefs southward. Now fully naked . . . and sporting a huge boner he said:

“Didn’t I hear Mom and Dad say I was in charge?” he said with a different tone in his voice. The girls looked at each other and nodded. He smiled and went into his desk drawer and took out two zip ties.

“How far we get, depends upon your cooperation,” he said as he turned his desk chair around and faced the girls.

“Susie, take off Abby’s nightgown.” Susie shook her head slightly almost silently saying ‘what do you mean’.

“You heard me. Take it off!” he ordered. The girls were surprised with the tone in his voice, but Susie moved up close to her best friend and grabbing the hem of her nightie, lifted it up and over her head. The girls titties, which he had seen twice came into view and her bare nipples were beginning to become erect.

“Suck her nips, right now,” he ordered, as he circled his cock with his fingers. Susie was still suspicious of what he was doing, but she leaned over and sticking out her tongue . . . she surrounded the growing bud with her slippery digit. He allowed her sister to continue for a few minutes, until the young girl’s chest was damp with her spit.

“Abby . . . it’s your turn. Get rid of Susie’s nightgown and get her topless for us,” he said. Abby actually was getting excited by what Mike was making her friend do, but almost mesmerized by what was happening, she duplicated her friend’s motions, and soon Susie’s titties were now bare, just like hers. The last couple of days, Abby had enjoyed seeing her friend naked, and in her present state, she was once again excited about the two twin titties that were being displayed less than a foot away.

“You know the routine girl . . . lick, suck and gently bite your friends titties, just like she did to you,” said Mike. He was now moving his hand up and down . . . more quickly on his stiff shaft as he watched Abby lean over and capture his sister’s breasts and nipples in her mouth. He watched his sister’s face contort slightly showing her excitement at being orally serviced.

“I have been pretty honest about what I have done lately with Haley. Abby it’s your turn to tell me what you have done . . . sexually . . . with my sister.” Abby immediately turned red with embarrassment, and Mike knew they obviously had some history between them.

“Go on . . . let’s hear it,” he continued. Abby took in a deep breath and started.

“We have kissed each other . . . but only to practice so that we can kiss boys,” she began. “And . . . we have kinda touched each other too,” she continued.

“And where have you touched her,” he asked.

“Like her boobs and you know . . . in between her legs . . . a bit.”

“Where did you do this,” he asked, still jacking off, now more slowly so that he wouldn’t shoot his load too early.

“Mostly at my house . . . during sleepovers.”

“Well . . . it’s time to add to your experience. Did anyone tell you . . . guys love to watch girls getting it on together?” The two girls looked at each other and both shook their heads.

“We do . . . and from now on . . . I will be the director . . . and you both will follow my instructions. But first . . . let me turn this on,” he said as he took his iPhone off the desk, set it on video, kicked out the back stand feature on his case and aimed it towards the girls.

“Mikey . . . you can’t film this. We are going to get in trouble if anyone ever see’s stuff,” warned his sister.

“Only the three of us will ever see this girls, and most of the time, it will be just me watching and jacking off this big cock of mine,” he stated. The girls looked somewhat scared at what was taking place, but knew they had done things to Mike the last couple of days, and silently elected to go along with his fantasy.

“Let’s start out innocently girls. I want you to stand up, put your hands at your sides, and move real close, so that your titties touch each other.” The girls smiled at his direction, and moving closer together, they looked down as their slippery young breasts mashed up.

“Rub those nipples up against each other,” said Mike as he watched the girls follow his instructions. He almost shot his load as their stiff buds touched and then each girl rubbed their chest, tightly against the other ones. He let this take place for a few minutes and then he continued.

“Abby pull off Susie’s panties, and hand them to me,” he instructed. Abby was enjoying what she was doing, and was a bit pissed off that they had to be separated. She slipped down in front of her friend, and looking up at Susie, she slipped her fingers into the sides of the girl’s panties, and pulled them down and off, showing off her hairless slit. Susie stepped out of them and Abby gathered the garment and handed it to Mike. He inspected them and held up the center crotch portion and showed it to his sister’s best friend.

“Looks to me, like Susie was getting pretty excited at what you both were doing to her. Susie, I want you on the edge of my bed, and Abby . . . I want you to kneel in front of her.” The girls followed his instructions as he adjusted the cell phone to capture what he had in mind. Susie moved over to his bed and sat where he had instructed.

“Move your legs apart sis,” he began. Somewhat embarrassed, she followed his request. Abby knelt down between her legs and admired her visible slit.

“Two things are going to happen . . . one, I want my sister to talk dirty to us and two, Abby I want you to use your tongue to excite my sister.” Abby was certainly ready as she moved to within a few inches of Susie’s pussy.

“Tell me what you want me to do, pretty girl,” said Abby suggestively. Susie wasn’t quite ready for the “talk dirty” part, as she hesitantly looked at both of the others.

“Go on sis . . . what can Abby do to make you feel all horny,” Mike continued.

“Go ahead and lick it,” she said.

“Go ahead and lick what?” said Mike.

“Abby . . . lick my cunny for me,” and as if those words were what Abby was waiting for, her best friend . . . leading with her tongue began to lap up and down on Susie’s pussy.

“Ohhhhh, shittttt . . . that feels so good . . . lick my cunny lips for me,” said Susie. Mike decided it was time to make this more of a threesome, so he leaned up behind Abby . . . discovered her bare titties, still wet from his sister’s efforts and began to grasp them underneath. Abby, despite providing oral relief to Susie began to moan her appreciation as the boy cupped, squeezed, and molded her titties in his hands. Almost as if it were planned, Mike moved his erect cock under Abby’s ass cheeks to discover her wet pussy.

As Abby was being encouraged to provide constant tongue relief to her best friend . . . she felt Mike’s cock rubbing back and forth across her bare hairless pussy. She was amazed at how he was able to concentrate his efforts on her clit, which was swollen with her arousal. Back and forth his hips continued rubbing up against her. Occasionally he would deliberately get the tip of his cock “stuck” in her love tunnel. Each time she would try to angle her butt so that it would slip inside.

“Susie . . . how is Abby doing?” he asked as his face continued to get redder with excitement.

“Unbelievable Mikie . . . her tongue and lips are driving me crazy . . . I love it!”

“You can see what I am doing to her, right?”

“Making her get all horny . . . that’s for sure. Are you putting your stiff COCK inside her pussy yet?” she asked. As soon as the question was asked, Abby turned her head sideways and began to thrust her tongue deep into her friend’s pussy . . . faster and faster . . . as if to show her approval.

“You mean you want me to drive my big cock . . . inside your best friend’s pussy right in front of you . . . just like this?” and Mike grasped the girls titties, lifted her backside up slightly and drove his cock through her outer lips and then slowly inside. Unlike Haley, it appeared as if Abby was not a virgin or maybe used a vibrator, so rather than going slowly, he immediately began to bang her pussy as fast as he could.

In and out he drove his long cock . . . sending ripples of orgasmic relief to both the girl and himself. For several minutes he fucked his sister’s best friend and at the same time watched and listened to her being brought over the edge again and again by Abby. Life was good for Mike . . . he was truly enjoying his perfect trifuckta . . .

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