“Should I sit on it?” Brooke asked when I handed one to her.
“Not yet. Just hold on to it for a sec.” I spread another towel over my chair and sank into it. Then I dropped the final one to the ground between my feet. “Come here,” I told Christy. “On your knees.”
Brooke’s eyes widened as Christy slid out of her chair and knelt between my legs.
I stroked my hard-on and offered it to her. “Suck it.”
She kissed my glans and then reached up to steady my shaft.
“Uh-uh. No hands,” I said. “Only your mouth.”
“Yes, sir.”
Brooke’s eyes never left us as Christy began sucking my cock.
After a couple of minutes, I casually glanced at Brooke. “You like being told what to do?”
“I don’t know,” she said. Then she cleared her throat and added in a stronger voice, “No one’s ever done it.”
“Stand up,” I told her. “Now.”
She shot to her feet. The towel fell from her lap and she immediately bent to pick it up.
“Leave it,” I said. “I want to see your tits. You’ve been teasing me with them all day. That’s why you didn’t wear a bra, isn’t it?”
She hesitated.
“Isn’t it?” I snapped.
“Y-yes. It was Chris’s idea.”
“I thought so. Untie your dress. Take your top down.”
She hesitated a moment but then reached up and tugged the little bow on the drawstring that held the dress in place. She pulled the top loose and lowered it to her waist.
Her breasts were full and round, larger than Christy’s and with more curve underneath, but nearly as firm. She had a dusting of freckles across her chest, along with tan lines from her bikini top. Her pink nipples were already stiff with arousal.
Christy moaned as my cock swelled in her mouth.
Brooke darted a glance, but I focused on her instead.
“Christy says you don’t like your breasts,” I said. “Why not?”
“They’re too big. And… guys talk to them instead of me.”
“They’re the perfect size, and most guys are idiots. Do I look like an idiot?”
She met my eyes and shook her head.
“Say it.”
“You aren’t an idiot.”
“Good. Now, take it off. All of it, panties too.”
“But…”
“Now,” I said with steel in my voice.
Christy moaned again and took me as deep as she could.
I glanced at her and snapped, “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
She pulled her hand from between her legs and shook her head without releasing me.
“Good. I’ll tell you when you can play with yourself.” I turned my attention back to Brooke. “I told you to strip, didn’t I?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.” She bunched the dress at her waist and then wiggled her hips to help slide it over them. A moment later she tossed it on the empty chair next to her.
“Panties too.”
“Yes, sir.” She slid them down her long legs and stepped out of them one foot at a time. I caught a glimpse of her smooth slit before she straightened uncertainly and held them in front of her.
My expression tightened with annoyance.
“W-what do you want me to do?”
“What do you think?”
“Show you my pussy?”
“Mmm hmm.” I gestured with a touch of impatience. “Now, please.”
She dithered a moment longer and then tossed the panties on top of her dress, although she clasped her hands in front of her and blocked my view again.
“Go ahead and pick up your towel,” I said.
She did. Then her eyes grew wide when she thought I was going to tell her to join Christy.
I chuckled and let her think it for a moment. Then I said, “Spread it over your chair. Have a seat.”
“Have a seat?”
“Yes.”
She did, and I let Christy suck me for another minute as Brooke watched with growing arousal.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” I asked. She nodded, and I had to stifle a laugh as Christy did too. I hadn’t been talking to her, but she’d clearly been waiting for it. “Go ahead,” I said to both of them.
Christy’s hand immediately went between her legs, and she moaned around my shaft as her fingers found her clit.
Brooke moved a hand to her lap and discreetly touched the top of her slit. She was left-handed.
I filed that away and told her, “Spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her shaved labia were pink with arousal, a darker shade than her blush when she was embarrassed. Her inner lips were even darker, a sort of dusky rose. She glistened with moisture as she began moving her fingers in small circles over her hidden clit. She slowly ran her middle finger up and down her channel. Then she slid it inside. She closed her eyes and chewed her lower lip.
I almost came then and there, but I managed to control it before I accidentally drowned Christy. Still, she bobbed a little faster when she felt my cock swell in her mouth. I cupped the back of her head and forced her to slow down. Then I returned my attention to Brooke. She squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple between finger and thumb.
I didn’t last long after that, and Christy made a surprised little squeak as I flooded her mouth with salty come. She swallowed it all and then nursed as I slowly caught my breath. She was looking up at me when I finally opened my eyes. Hers smiled and then slid to Brooke, who was masturbating quietly with her eyes closed.
I silently asked if Christy wanted to go down on her friend, and she nodded eagerly. After a moment I slid up in my seat and pulled my semi-hard cock from her lips. She didn’t complain. Instead, she stood and picked up the towel she’d been using under her knees.
Brooke’s eyes snapped open when she felt Christy between her legs. Then she relaxed and smiled. Christy set the towel on the ground and knelt again. She planted kisses on Brooke’s inner thighs before she pressed her lips to her pussy. Brooke rested her left hand on Christy’s head and returned her right to her breast.
I watched for a couple of minutes while I stroked my cock back to life. When I was hard enough, I stood and folded my towel into a cushion that I tossed to the ground next to Christy’s calf. I sank to one knee behind her and propped my left leg next to hers. She looked back to see what I was doing but quickly returned her attention to Brooke.
Christy’s pussy was more than ready, so I eased forward and rubbed my cock through her slippery channel. She groaned softly as I slid into her until my hips touched her ass. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat and moisture surrounding my shaft. Then I pulled her hard against me and slid another half-inch inside her. The head of my cock pressed against something firm. She squirmed and moaned but didn’t pull away.
I had fucked her from behind, but never so deep. I’d always been afraid of hurting her, especially when she was still getting used to me. I’d also been thrusting faster, so I couldn’t control the depth like I could when I took my time. My cock was definitely hitting something deep inside her, because she bowed her back and didn’t relax until I started to withdraw. I thought I must be hurting her, but she didn’t act like it.
I began fucking her with long, slow strokes. At the end of each, I thrust hard and felt the same pressure at the tip of my cock. I was still a bit worried, but she was definitely enjoying it. It felt better from my end too, a bit like deep throat.
I eventually looked up and realized that Brooke was close to her own orgasm. She held Christy’s head with both hands and rocked her hips with mounting urgency. Her face and entire torso had turned pink with exertion and arousal. A moment later she stifled a cry and arched her back. Her pink nipples pointed at the sky and quivered as she strained through an intense orgasm.
I slowly buried my cock inside Christy and then just watched as Brooke let out an explosive breath and sagged in her chair. Her skin was even redder than before, and she panted to catch her breath. Christy lifted her head and looked back at me. She was breathing hard too, but she pulled my hand from her hip and set it on her head.