“More than okay.” Carrie reassured her, hands stroking the redhead’s slightly damp mass of hair, admiring the smattering of freckles over her friend’s pert nose. “Oh yes, suck it like that.”
Daphne bathed her nipple in saliva, leaving shining trails from one to the other in the lamp light. Carrie squirmed on the bed, her pussy ready again, aching for more, but she was far more eager to taste Daphne’s juices on her tongue.
“I think it’s your turn,” Carrie admonished, rolling her friend to her back, nuzzling her neck, licking her collarbone, tracing down her clavicle toward her breastbone. Daphne didn’t protest-her greedy fingers were already buried between her own thighs, touching herself.
Carrie stopped at Daphne’s breasts, blowing gently over her nipples, watching the skin around them pucker, her flat nipples rising in response, turning a darker pink. Daphne moaned when Carrie licked one, rolling her tongue around and around, loving the feel of it hardening under her tongue’s basting. Daphne’s fingers moved faster between her legs.
“Let me do that.” Carrie moved down, spreading her friend’s creamy thighs. They were as soft as rose petals under her hands, her pussy lips shaved neatly, leaving the pink of her inner lips exposed. They were fat and protruding, asking to be licked, and Carrie obliged, dipping her tongue in for the first time.
“Mmmmm!” Daphne rolled her hips up, her belly almost concave as she rocked, her hands moving up over the curving slope of her stomach to cup her own breasts. They were almost as big as Carrie’s, at least a C-cup, maybe a D, definitely more than a handful. Carrie glanced up to see them rising up like hills with pink nippled peaks.
“Put your fingers in me,” Daphne instructed as Carrie traced the labyrinth of hot, pink flesh under her tongue, looking for the center. “Fuck me too. I love that.”
Carrie found her entrance, probing gently, parting her, but Daphne wasn’t having that. She bucked her hips, shoving Carrie’s fingers in deep, moaning loudly. The taste of her was making Carrie dizzy with longing, so fucking sweet and musky in her mouth, her pussy responsive under her tongue, wiry red hair tickling her nose. She didn’t ever want to stop licking her, tasting her, exploring every crevice, but Daphne was too eager for release.
“Please!” Daphne begged, panting with passion, her pussy swollen and hot under Carrie’s tongue, her muscles clamping down on her fingers. “Come on! Make me come! Make me come!”
She couldn’t resist her friend’s plea, fastening her mouth over her mound and focusing her attention on her clit as she fingered her pussy fast and hard. Daphne squeezed and tugged and twisted her own nipples until they were red and raw, a low, guttural sound building in her throat.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Daphne cried, ass clenching, hips shuddering, thighs quivering. She was almost there, Carrie could feel it, she could taste it, and she wanted nothing more than to take her there. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! I’m coming! Coming!”
And she was, drowning Carrie in her juices, her cunt snapping shut on her fingers again and again, the muscles there so tight around her fingers it almost hurt-she couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel around a man’s cock. Daphne’s moans tapered off to whimpers as Carrie slowly withdrew her sticky fingers, licking them clean before climbing up next to her friend on the bed.
“Sleepy,” Daphne murmured, her eyes still closed, a slow smile on her face.
Carrie pulled the covers over them both. “Probably too much sun this afternoon.”
“Let’s take a nap until dinner.” Daphne rolled toward her so they were belly to belly, both of them smiling, satisfied.
“Then I have an idea,” Carrie said. “Let’s surprise Doc at the door.”
“Sounds interesting.” Daphne opened one eye, then closed it again. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I still have to wrap a few presents, so I packed some wrapping paper and ribbons…”
Daphne giggled, hugging her. “You have a dirty, evil mind. I love it!”
* * * *
The girls dissolved into a fit of giggles at the door, fumbling with the deadbolt as Doc continued to knock.
“C’mon, Carrie, it’s me!” he called, pounding the door with his fist. “Don’t make me get out my keys…”
Carrie winked at Daphne as she turned the lock and slowly swung the door wide. He saw Daphne first, wearing a wide, red velvet ribbon like a sash, a loopy bow attached, falling to her hip. She was completely nude.
“Hey, what’s up, Doc?” Daphne stood with her hands on her hips.
“Uh… wow… actually… my cock.” Doc gulped, glancing at his wife as she slipped an arm around Daphne’s waist. She wasn’t wearing anything at all-not even a ribbon or a bow. “All of a sudden.”
Carrie turned, capturing Daphne’s lips with hers, their mouths slanting, tongues playing right out in the open. Carrie heard the door swing shut as Doc stepped fully into the entryway.
“What…” Doc’s voice was faint. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like?” Daphne’s blue eyes flashed mischievously, cupping his wife’s breast in her hand. “Want to join us?”
“Does Santa wear a red suit and say ‘ho-ho-ho?’” He dropped his suitcase and his jaw as they both went to their knees in front of him. Carrie unzipped his jeans and Daphne pulled them down, but they both got to his cock at the same time, and he’d spoken the truth-he was hard. Invitingly hard.
“Here,” Carrie offered, licking her lips but pointing his cock toward her friend’s waiting mouth. “You first.”
Daphne took her gift, letting Carrie guide his cock into her mouth, both women looking up at Doc, who was gazing down at them with a dazed expression on his face, like he’d just walked into a dream-a really, really good dream.
“So big and hard,” Daphne purred, tonguing the tip, licking Carrie’s fingers as she took him fully into her mouth. Doc groaned as Carrie leaned in, joining her friend, their tongues meeting over the head of his dick, fighting for it.
“We need to get to a bed before I die,” Doc protested.
The girls laughed and then it was a race up the stairs, both of them leaving Doc struggling with his pants down around his knees at the front door. By the time he got into the bedroom, both of the women were kissing on the bed, the red ribbon and bow hung over the bedpost.
“Oh wow.” He stopped in the doorway, his pants up now, but still undone. They looked up at him, blonde and red hair falling over their breasts. He waved them on, shaking his head. “Please, don’t let me interrupt!”
Carrie smiled at her husband before turning her attention back to Daphne, licking her nipples hard, showing him. Doc slipped his jeans and boxers down again, circling around the bed, his cock already in his fist as he watched his wife sliding down to lick her friend’s pussy.
“Come here,” Daphne urged, reaching for Doc. He let her grab his cock, tugging him onto the edge of the bed. “Oh god, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“You want that big hard cock?” Carrie teased, her tongue making circles around Daphne’s clit. “He’s going to fuck you so good.”
Doc groaned at her words, cupping Daphne’s breast in his hand as she pumped him closer and closer to her mouth. She licked her lips, looking up into his eyes as his fingers dipped low on her belly, walking that line of red hair toward her pussy.
“She’s wet for you,” Carrie assured him, watching as her husband slipped his fingers past Daphne’s threshold, testing the waters. She knew he wanted his cock there, and she wanted to watch him fuck her too.
“Can I have her?” Doc asked her permission, holding his breath, and Carrie nodded, rolling to the side.
“I want you to,” she whispered, crawling up to kiss her friend, feeling Daphne’s body tense with anticipation. “I want to watch.”
Doc moved between Daphne’s thighs, parting them with his own, rubbing his cock up through her slit. His gaze was hungry, full of longing, but he glanced again at his wife for reassurance.