After Cameron went to college, she would come home on the weekends and would often stay with me instead of going to her parent's house. She usually made the trip alone; I was shocked to see that this time Chevy had come with her. Chevy was one of Cameron's friends. They met at Randolph-Macon College, RMC. Camie knew that Chevy and I did not get along very well.
I assumed they would go to Camie's parents' house for the weekend, so I was a little pissed. I had been looking forward to fucking Camie all week. I was shocked yet again when I found out they were planning on staying with me.
Camie told me that they had gotten some liquor and beer. They thought it would be fun to play drinking games all night. As always, I had some weed. They were in a good mood, and Chevy was friendlier than usual, so I figured I'd go with the flow. I thought Chevy was a slut, which was part of the reason I didn't like her, but maybe if I played my cards right, I could end up fucking them both. I knew Camie was curious to try a threesome. Camie had told me that she and Chevy had been experimenting sexually, I knew they had eaten each other out, beyond that she wouldn't tell me.
It was about 7:00 p.m., and we were trying to decide what we wanted for dinner. We decided to get a pizza. We had to go pick it up, I didn't want to go, but I thought it would be a good idea to tag along and try to get a feel for the situation.
Thankfully we weren't gone very long. I sat in the backseat and was excluded from most of the conversation. They mostly talked about classes and people I didn't know. When we got back, we sat around the coffee table in my living room. Camie and I sat on the loveseat, and Chevy sat on a giant pillow I had on the floor in front of us. As far as I knew, the plan for the night was to watch some movies, get high, and play drinking games. I was hoping I would get the chance to fuck both of them, but I'd be happy just watching the eat each other's pussies and only fucking Camie. Worst case scenario, none of that happened, and I'd just fuck Camie when we went to bed.
Once everyone was finished eating, Chevy asked, "Is it okay if I change my clothes?"
"Of course," Camie replied, getting up, "C'mon, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping, you can change there."
Somehow it had been decided that Chevy got the bedroom. I had a futon in the spare room I used to play video games, Camie and I were going to sleep there. While they were gone, I cleaned up from dinner, then decided to change into something more comfortable too. I changed in my bathroom and made it back to the living room before they did. I got some shot glasses ready, found something to watch on TV, rolled a few joints, and got some weed ready for some bong hits.
I looked up just as they were coming back into the room. Camie and Chevy had both changed into matching pajamas; the only difference was the color. Chevy's were pink, and Camie's were purple. Their shorts were loose and short enough that I could see their ass cheeks. Their shirts showed a lot of cleavages, had spaghetti straps, and were very short. I could see well above their belly buttons. Now I was sure I'd be fucking them both by the end of the night. It was apparent they weren't wearing bras, I was almost certain they weren't wearing panties either.
I didn't really like Chevy, but there was no denying how fucking hot she was. She was a little thicker than I normally liked, but she was built well. Her legs were amazing. She had a perfect ass, and her tits were huge, yet they looked nice and firm. They were perfect 18-year-old titties, no-sag at all. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Cameron was just as hot. She was a little slimmer all over. She had firm c-cup tits; Chevy's were DDs at least. Camie's ass was just as nice, just a little smaller. The only real difference between the two was that Camie had short hair.
As soon as I saw them, I hoped we could skip everything we had planned to do and just fuck. I had changed into a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I had to adjust my dick, tucking it into the waistband of my shorts. I knew they saw me. I wanted them to know I was getting a hard-on looking at them. They looked at each other and giggled then sat back down in the same spots they had been in earlier. They both sat down with their legs crossed, and their shorts left little to the imagination. I caught myself staring at Chevy's body when Camie said, "Let's do a couple of shots and smoke some weed."
Everyone agreed that it was a good idea. Camie and Chevy were drinking tequila; I had Southern Comfort. I knew if I was going to have to wait until they got drunk or high enough to have a threesome, I was going to have to pace myself. I decided to only drink one shot to their two. Luckily, they were laughing and joking around enough that they didn't even notice.
Once we'd all had a couple of shots, we all lit cigarettes. There was some debate over how we were going to smoke the weed. Camie and I had a three-foot bong we wanted to use, but Chevy didn't smoke weed very often and was reluctant to try it. However, it didn't take much to convince her to try it. We told her we would go first to show her the best way to do it, and afterward, we'd smoke a joint. I turned the lights down, muted the TV and played some music we all liked.
I sat back on the couch and packed the bong's bowl. I was going to go first. Camie was telling Chevy that it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked, and she would enjoy it. The bong was so big that when you took a hit, someone else had to light it for you. When I was ready, Camie got on the floor. We had it down to a science. I would nod, signaling Camie to light the bowl. If you timed it just right, you could get the smoke to the top just as your lungs got full. When I stopped inhaling, I'd breathe out of my nose, and Camie would pull the bowl so I could clear the chamber.
Camie was next, so I packed her a fresh bowl. I didn't get on the floor. Instead, I just leaned over to light the bowl for her. She took a small hit to show Chevy it wasn't so bad.
Next, Chevy was up. I packed a new bowl for her. She had already gotten the bong from Camie and was waiting on me. I handed the bowl to Camie since she was going to be the one to help Chevy. Camie got on the floor and crawled over to Chevy. It seemed she was going slower then she needed; she knew her ass looked especially hot in her shorts, and she knew I was looking.
It took Chevy three hits to finish her bowl. I purposely packed a little more in hers. She took it like a champ; she didn't cough at all. As soon as she blew her last cloud of smoke out, she said, "I need another shot after that."
We all poured a shot and quickly downed them. Camie had gotten back on the loveseat beside me. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your ass looks sexy in those shorts," then I kissed her.
After the kiss, she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Does it look as good as Chevy's titties? I see you keep looking at them."
I couldn't tell if she was upset or not. Thankfully Chevy chimed in with, "Uh…guys... Are you gonna whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears all night, or are we gonna play some fuckin' drinkin' games?"
There was a little disagreement as to what we should play. Out of nowhere, Chevy asked Camie if she ever played truth or dare in high school. They both started laughing, and pretty quickly it was decided that was what we should play. I lit a joint and thought, "This must be how it starts."
We started the game; it started slow, no one willing to take a dare. We were passing the joint around; Chevy started taking longer pulls. Camie suggested that whenever anyone picked truth, they would have to take a shot. That didn't stop anyone from picking truth; it only slowed the pace down a little. I was shocked by some of Chevy's answers; she only confirmed what I already knew about her being a slut. I asked how she got her nickname, Chevy. I had heard there was some sort of meaning to it, but no one would ever tell me what it was, so I asked her myself. She replied that she had a gangbang in her senior year of high school with six college guys in the back of a Chevy pick-up truck in a parking lot behind a grocery store in Virginia Beach. She was a little more graphic than she needed to be as when she answered the question, listening to her was making my cock hard.
Chevy had the joint; it was almost spent. Out of nowhere, she blurted out, "Damn it!"
Camie and I looked over at her, "What?" Camie asked.
"This is why I don't smoke weed," Chevy replied.
"Why?" I asked.
Chevy looked at Camie and said, "My fucking pussy is wet."
I started to get excited, a comment like that should get things moving along. I was right; Camie looked at Chevy and asked, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Chevy replied.
"I dare you to let me feel it," Camie said.
Chevy looked at her for a second, then pulled her waistband out and said, "Okay."
I couldn't believe what was happening. Camie crawled over to Chevy again then stuck her hand in Chevy's shorts. A moment later, Camie said, "Damn, girl, weed does that to you?"
Camie pulled her hand out of Chevy's shorts, licked her fingers, and came back to the love seat. Now I was confused. I poured myself a shot; the girls followed my lead. After a shot or two apiece, we all lit a cigarette. Camie got up and went to the bathroom. Almost as soon as she had left the room, Chevy looked at me and asked, "Did you know you can tell how good a girl is at sucking dick by how she smokes a cigarette?"
"I did not know that," I replied.
"Would you like to feel how wet my pussy is, too?" she asked.
Of course, I did, but I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I wanted was for Camie to catch me knuckle-deep in her friend's cunt and get all pissed. "Maybe when Camie gets back," I replied.
We both finished our cigarettes and realized Camie wasn't back from the bathroom yet. Chevy stood up and said, "I need to use the bathroom; I'll check on her."
Just when I was starting to wonder if Chevy was coming back, she walked in the room, "Camie's not in the bathroom," she told me, "maybe you should go check on her."
I checked the bedroom first, thinking maybe she had gone to lie down. She wasn't there. Then I remembered we were sleeping on the futon and decided to check there. That's where I found her. She was laying there naked, barely awake. She told me the alcohol had hit her pretty hard, and she needed a nap. I helped her get a little more comfortable before I left.
When I got back to the living room, Chevy was gone. I couldn't believe how fast things had spiraled out of control. In less than twenty minutes, I had gone from watching my girlfriend finger her friends pussy to being alone. I drank a couple of shots and lit another cigarette. It was still early; maybe after Camie got a couple of hours of sleep, I could wake her up enough to use her to get off.
I jumped, I hadn't noticed Chevy come back into the room. "She had to lay down, she wanted to take a nap, but I doubt she'll get back up," I told her.
Chevy sat on the love seat next to me, she leaned forward, "I guess it's just the two of us then," she said, pouring us each a shot.
When she leaned forward, I noticed she had on a thong; I could see the top sticking out of her shorts. She sat back and handed me my shot glass. "Well, I guess we're going to have to start getting along. Bottoms up," she said.
After we drank the shots, there was an awkward silence. Finally, I asked, "What's up with the matching, skimpy pajamas?"
She tried to look innocent, "What, these? These aren't skimpy," she said, standing up.
She stood in front of me with her back to me, legs together, and slowly pulled down her shorts. The crotch was caught between her thighs, then snapped down to her knees. She stood back up, her ass was amazing. She spread her legs just enough to let her shorts fall to the floor; then she kicked them across the room. She sat back down, looked at me, and said, "This is skimpy."
I couldn't keep my eyes off of the tiny piece of fabric that was barely covering her pussy. She was sitting back against the arm of the couch, giving me the perfect view. She loved the attention. She put a hand on my leg, snapping my attention away from her crotch. I looked up at her; she was smiling and shaking her head. "What do you say we keep playing drinking games?" she asked.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Maybe we should keep playing truth or dare to get to know each other a little better," she suggested.
I wasn't big on the idea of playing any drinking game with her, and truth or dare wasn't appealing at all. She had a point though, if we both just stuck to choosing truth, we could get to know each other, not that I thought it would help. Besides, what would I do if she said dare?
Before I could say anything or even finish my thought, she looked at me and asked, "So, truth or dare?"
I had no idea what to expect either way, so I said, "Uh…truth, I guess."
She laughed and poured me a shot. Handing it to me, she said, "So, I gotta know, is your cock as big as Camie says it is?"
That caught me off guard; I chocked a little as I swallowed the shot; all I could manage to get out was, "Huh?"
She adjusted on the love seat a little and crossed her legs, making herself comfortable. My attention went right back to the small black and red patch of fabric over her pussy. She had a slight camel-toe, and I could see the creases of her outer labia now. I realized she was talking, so I looked up at her. "Camie is always saying your dick is huge," she was saying, "Lisa, Emily, and I say she only thinks it's big because you're the only guy she's ever fucked, so she has nothing to compare it to. So, I want to know, is it as big as she says it is?"
"I don't know how to answer that," I told her, "I don't know how big she says it is, so maybe it is."
"You're just going to have to show me then," she said, "I took off my shorts, you take yours off."
"I'm not wearing any underwear," I told her.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, "How would I see it if you were?"
"That sounds more like a dare," I said.
"Okay, fair enough," she said, "That means it's my turn, and I choose dare."
I had no idea what to dare her to do. I lit a cigarette to buy a little time. I hesitated as long as I could. Finally, she said, "Well…"
I blurted out the first thing I thought of, "I dare you to flash me."
She laughed. "That's what you came up with?"
I sat there looking at her. Maybe it was the liquor, or perhaps just the situation, but I kept thinking she was hotter than ever. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the tight fabric of her shirt. I couldn't wait to see her tits. Out of nowhere, she started laughing again. "You missed it," she said.
I had spaced out, looking at her tits, waiting to see them. I came to and saw her hands straightening out the little piece of fabric that covered her pussy, the camel-toe was gone, so was her labia. She had tucked her panties in the folds between her labia and thighs. I knew I had a sad look on my face, I looked up at her, asking, "What the…"
"You never said what you wanted me to flash," she said, still laughing, "I figured it was dealer's choice, so I flashed my pussy. You missed it."
I had to admit, that was clever. I laughed it off, even though I was disappointed I didn't get to see her tits and I missed seeing her pussy. I sat up to pour a couple of shots. "Are we going to smoke that last joint?" she asked.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked her.
"What's the worst that could happen? My pussy is already wet," she replied, "Plus, I was hoping you'd let me try something."
"What do you want to try?" I asked, handing her a shot glass.
"You remember the whole Bill Clinton thing when he put the cigar in Monica's pussy, right?" she asked, "Can I do that with the joint before we smoke it?"
I handed her the joint, "Be my guest," I told her.
She took the joint from me, handing me her empty shot glass. She leaned back a little and pulled the front of her panties out. As the joint disappeared down the front of her panties, I realized she wasn't going to give me even a glimpse of her pussy. When she pulled the joint back out, it was soaked. The rolling paper was practically translucent. She handed it back to me then adjusted her panties. I held it to my nose and smelled it. It was an intoxicating mixture of her pussy and weed. "It might be a while before that dries enough to smoke it," I told her.
"I told you, I'm really wet," she said, "Do you like the way my pussy smells?"
"Yeah, I do," I told her, "So, what do you want to do while we wait for it to dry? We don't have to keep playing truth or dare, do we?"
"No, we don't," she replied, "how about we just talk. Maybe we can figure out why we don't like each other. But instead of getting mad at each other like we normally do we take a time out. If one of us needs a minute, we pour a couple of shots and try to change the topic. What do you think?"
"I think that's a great idea," I told her, lighting a cigarette, "we're going to have to get along, I'm getting pretty drunk."
"Why don't you like me?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say so I poured a couple of shots. The only real reason I could think of was that she had been a bitch the first time, I met her. I wasn't sure if that was the best thing to say. We downed the shots quickly, I sat the glasses on the table, then asked, "Why don't you like me?"
"Honestly," she asked, "I'm kinda jealous."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, "Why are you jealous of me?"
She sighed and said, "Camie is always talking about how big your dick is and how good you are in bed."
I didn't know what to think. I was kind of shocked Camie was so open about me and our sex life. I got up, looked over at Chevy and said, "I gotta take a leak, I'll be right back."
I was standing in the bathroom pissing, trying not to think about how much I wanted to fuck Chevy. My cock was half hard already, it had been at least half-hard ever since Chevy took her shorts off. I was thinking I should go back and tell Chevy that I was tired and go wake up Camie and fuck her. So, what I'd be thinking about Chevy's pussy, at least I wouldn't have to worry about Camie finding out I fucked her friend.
"Wow! That is impressive!"
I was startled. I turned and saw Chevy standing in the doorway. I hadn't heard her open the door. I stood there like a deer in headlights. Before I could say or do anything she turned and left. As soon as I walked back into the living room Chevy offered me a shot. "You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked.
"I'm not mad," I said, "but now that you've seen mine, I get to see yours."
She laughed, "I can't do that," she said, then drank her shot, "I don't have one of those to show you."
I drank my shot and set my shot glass on the table. I looked back at Chevy, she had gone back to the way she had been sitting, back against the arm and cross-legged. "Did Camie tell you why I came with her this weekend?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "I didn't know you guys were coming until you got here, and you've been with us ever since."
"The plan was for you to fuck both of us," She said.
Once again, all I could manage to say was, "Huh?"
"I came to get fucked," she said, "I can't help Camie passed out earlier, but I want to get fucked. I'm sorry if I'm being too blunt, but you're a decent guy and you obviously weren't going to make a move. So, do you want to fuck me? I promise Camie won't find out. Tomorrow she won't pass out, you'll fuck us both and it won't matter anyway."
"It's hard to argue with that logic," I told her, "of course I want to fuck you. Look at you, you're fucking hot."
She got up on her knees and reached toward the table, "The joint is dry," she said, "let's smoke this first. Take your clothes off though. I want to show you something."
I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I wasted no time taking my shorts and t-shirt off. As soon as I sat back down Chevy threw her leg over me. She adjusted my dick so that it laid straight and point up at my stomach.
"Aren't you going to get naked too?" I asked.
"Not yet," she replied, "I want you to see how wet I get when I smoke weed."
She adjusted the little patch of fabric covering her pussy over my cock. It felt silky, hot, and damp on the sensitive underside of my dick. Then she put all of her weight on me and wiggled around, after a couple of wiggles my dick settled between her pussy lips. I could feel her warmth on both sides and the top of my cock. That tiny, thin piece of fabric was the only barrier between us. Even through that little piece of fabric, her pussy felt amazing. It was hot, soft, and already very wet.
She put the joint in her mouth and lit it. She took a couple of long puffs then handed it to me. As I inhaled, I noticed her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. I looked up to see that she had taken her hair out of a ponytail and was now running her fingers through it. Her eyes were closed, and she tilted her head back and blew her smoke out at the ceiling.
I took another long, slow puff and caught myself staring at her nipples again. This time she caught me. She ran her hands across her tits, grabbing each of her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I handed her the joint as my cock throbbed against her cunt. There had been a long silence between us. She inhaled, held her breath for a moment, then asked, "How many girls have you fucked?"
That caught me off guard, I just sat there, I wasn't sure what to say. I had only fucked two girls. My first time was a joke, that should hardly count. Before I could answer her, she exhaled and said, "Don't be shy. Camie says she was your second. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides Camie says you last forever. Is that true?" she asked, before taking another pull on the joint.
"Yeah," I replied, "it's true. You'll be number three, and I guess I can last awhile. Probably not the first time but I get hard again really quick."
Before I finished that sentence and before she exhaled, I felt something on my balls. She was planted firmly on my lap so I couldn't reach them. I shifted my hips as much as I could. I felt it again. Then I realized, her pussy was so wet it was leaking out of her and down my balls. She wasn't bullshitting, she did get really wet when she smoked weed. "Sit still," she said, handing me the joint, we had almost smoked half of it, "you should put that out when you get done this time. I think we're in for a long night."
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started pulling up, slowly. Time seemed to stop, I had been waiting for a little over two months to catch a glimpse of her tits in Camie's dorm, now I was about to see them right in front of me. I honestly didn't think I'd ever get the chance, at best I thought I might catch a glimpse as she changed in Camie's dorm. Yet, here I was, just inches away as they were about to be fully exposed.
The bottoms of her tits were slightly paler. The skin looked so smooth. I started to inhale just as the bottom of her shirt reached her nipples. She seemed to hesitate. I took a long pull on the joint and reached for the ashtray on the table beside me. After putting the joint out I looked back at Chevy, she had taken her shirt off while I wasn't looking. Now her tits were out, right in front of my face. She was putting her hair back up in a ponytail which was causing her titties to bounce. Her nipples looked amazing, they were perfectly proportioned to her tits, and rock hard. All I could do was stare. My cock started throbbing, straining against the flimsy piece of fabric keeping me out of her pussy.
Before she had finished fixing her hair she stood up. As soon as she was finished with her hair her hands went straight to her hips. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly turned around. She wiggled her ass playfully, looking back at me over her shoulder. Then she started bending over, pulling her panties down slowly. She was extremely flexible, she had her panties around her ankles, knees straight, and her pussy was right in front of me. Her pussy was beautiful. I reached up and started rubbing her perfectly round ass. She was stepping out of her panties as I moved my hand closer to her dripping cunt. Before I could touch her sexy, barely legal pussy she stood up.
Her pussy hair was trimmed neatly into a landing strip. She got back on my lap and adjusted my dick to lay down under her like before. Now her pussy lips were covering most of my cock. I could see my dick-head sticking out under her clit. She started sliding her pussy on me. Her pussy felt so good, she was so hot and wet.
I put my hands on her hips, trying to encourage her to raise up enough so I could get my cock in her. She leaned forward and playfully nibbled on my ear, "I'm going to suck your cock, I want that quick one out of the way, okay?"
Before I could answer she was off of my lap. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet, then leading the way she took me to the center of the room. Chevy got down on her knees and gently took hold of my cock with her soft hand. She kissed and licked the tip of my dick a couple of times, then looked up at me and said, "When you're close let me know. I want you to cover my tits with your cum."
I couldn't wait. Not only did Camie not give me blow jobs all that often, when she did, for the most part, they weren't that great. Camie never let me cum on her either, there were a few exceptions, but not many.
Chevy started to lick my cock, starting at my balls she ran her tongue along the entire length of my shaft and twirled her tongue around the head before sucking it slowly into her mouth.
I had never before had a girl be able to take all of my dick into her mouth. Chevy's nose was on my stomach, her lips were around the base of my dick, and I could feel my dickhead throbbing in her throat. She held her head there for a good thirty seconds. My dick throbbed the whole time. Suddenly she pulled her head back in a quick motion that ended with a pop as my cock escaped her lips. She gasped for air and started to stroke my cock. "I thought you were about to lose it," she giggled, looking up at me.
"Not quite yet," I told her.
Before I got that short sentence out, she had my cock in her mouth again. Now she was sucking and using her hand to stroke me at the same time. This was by far the best blow-job I had ever had. I knew I wasn't going to last long.
I was right. Chevy moved her hand and took all of me in her mouth again. When the tip of my cock hit her throat, that was it. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. She didn't resist at all. She instantly sat back on her heels, arched her back, and pushed her titties up and together. I started stroking my cock, a couple of strokes is all it took.
I shot five good pumps on her tits. I tried to spread it over both of her tits, but most of my jizz pooled in the middle before running down to her stomach. When I was done, she started rubbing my cum all over herself, moaning like a whore. She caressed her tits, covering them in cum, then started spreading what had run down to her stomach all over her body, even down to her bald pussy and inner thighs.
When she was done, she stood up, took my hand again, and led me to the couch. We sat down and both of us lit a cigarette. Chevy leaned forward and poured two more shots, handed me a shot glass, and said, "Bottoms up!"
We drank the shots then finished our cigarettes in silence. I finished first. When Chevy was done, she leaned forward to put her cigarette butt in the ashtray. With her back to me, she said, "So, I heard you like to eat pussy."
"I love eating pussy," I replied.
While she was still leaning forward, she grabbed the bowl and the bag of weed, then sat back on the couch. She turned to me, using the arm of the couch as a backrest. This time instead of crossing her legs she spread them, putting one of her feet on the floor and the other on the cushion. "Do you mind if I pack the bowl?" she asked, "I've never done it before."
"Sure," I told her, "go ahead."
She packed the bowl, then put the weed back on the table and grabbed a lighter. When she sat back, I thought she was going to light the bowl, instead, she covered the bowl with her thumb and used the stem to part her pussy lips. She eased it into her pussy, then slowly pulled it out again. She did that a few times before finally pulling it out all of the way. "I love the taste of pussy," she said, "especially my own."
I wasn't sure what to say. Luckily, I didn't have to think about it for too long. She handed me the bowl and the lighter, and said, "Tell me what you think."
I put the bowl to my lips, just as I lit it, she said, "I really liked the way my pussy tasted on your dick."
None of the girls I had ever fucked had ever said anything like that to me before. I started inhaling, then looked up at Chevy. She was staring right at me, licking her lips and spreading her pussy open with both hands. I handed her the bowl, she giggled then took a hit.
We each took a few more hits off of the bowl as the sexual tension between us grew. The bowl wasn't finished but we couldn't wait any longer. I moved, getting on my knees beside the couch. Chevy immediately turned to face me, keeping her legs spread. I put an arm under each of her legs and pulled her to me.
I wrapped my arms up and over both of her legs. I lightly ran my thumbs over the edges of her pussy lips, slowly up to her clit. Her pussy was so much hotter than Camie's, she had the cutest little pussy lips I had ever seen. She was really wet, this close I could see her little beads of pussy juice leaking out of her and running down over her puckered asshole.
I kept teasing her pussy lips with my thumbs, coming as close to her clit as I could without actually touching it. I looked up at her, she had her hands on her titties and she was pinching and pulling on her nipples. She was staring down at me with a look of desire. I barely heard a half-whisper, half moan, "Please," escape her lips.
I couldn't make her wait any longer, I couldn't wait any longer. I love eating pussy, and right there in front of my face was the cutest, sexiest, little pussy I had ever laid eyes on. I knew I was going to enjoy eating Chevy out, so what she was a slut.
All in one quick instant I moved my hands to her hips and lowered my mouth onto her hard little clit. I could hear her low moans. She tried raising her hips, but I held her down. I kept alternating between sucking her clit and flicking my tongue across it. She kept trying to raise her hips and I kept holding her down. I sucked hard on her clit one last time as I pulled away from her slowly. At the same time her clit finally broke the suction of my lips, Chevy yelled out, "Fuck!"
I looked up at her, she was breathing heavy. She let go of her tits and grabbed my head, "C'mere," she said, "kiss me."
I got up, put a knee on the couch and leaned over her. She pulled me to her and started kissing me. It was a long, sloppy kiss, her tongue was all over my mouth. I finally pulled away from her. "I love the way my cum tastes," she said, "What do you think?"
"You came that quick?" I asked her.
Between breaths, she answered, "Yeah."
By now I was hard again. In the position we were in my cock was right at her pussy. I reached down and grabbed it. I got it right at her pussy, the tip was just between her cunt lips. "Not yet," she said, "eat my pussy again first. Lick my whole pussy this time, not just my clit."
I was torn. On the one hand, I do love eating pussy, on the other hand, my cock was throbbing and so close to going inside her. But, if she wanted her pussy eaten, I'd do it.
I got back on my knees on the floor between her legs. This time I went straight for her pussy. I started by licking up one of her pussy lips, then down the other. It didn't take long for her to start raising and bucking her hips. This time I let her. Each time she would raise up, I pulled back just enough. It didn't take long before her little moans turned to whimpers and whines of want and need.
By now I had toyed with her enough. I decided to focus on her clit again, this time fingering her as I did. I put my middle and ring fingers between her pussy lips and slowly, very slowly, eased them into her. At the same time, I started lightly kissing her clit. The deeper my fingers went into her the more I focused on her hard, little clit. She had stopped raising her hips, instead, her legs were shaking now.
I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, and she was squeezing her tits, cupping them from the bottom. By now my fingers were as deep in her cunt as they would go, and I was sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue again. I curled my fingers toward her g-spot, as I did, she moved her hands to her nipples, pinching and pulling them hard.
She started to shake a little more, her breathing became ragged. Her pussy got even tighter on my fingers. After a couple of minutes of wiggling my fingers on her g-spot and teasing her clit, she screamed out, "Fuck me!"
I raised my head and looked up at her, my fingers still buried in her cunt, frozen. I was worried she'd screamed loud enough to wake Camie. "I'm sorry," she whispered, as if it mattered now, "you made me cum. It felt so good." Then she asked, "Should one of us go check on Camie? I hope I didn't wake her, I want you all to myself tonight."
I pulled my fingers out of her, "Sure," I said, "I need a smoke anyway. I'll pack a bowl and pour some shots while you're gone."
"Sounds good," she replied, standing up on shaky legs.
I sat back on the couch, my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. My fingers were still wet from Chevy's pussy, so I started to stroke my cock, using her pussy juices as lube. So far, this was a close as I'd gotten to fucking her. After a few strokes, I had to stop, I didn't want to cum. I lit a cigarette, finished the bowl we had packed earlier so I could pack it again, and poured a couple of shots. I was still smoking my cigarette when Chevy came back into the room.
She sat down beside me, took my cigarette and started smoking it. She looked at the coffee table, "You know," she said, "we never finished my pussy joint."
"Oh, yeah," I said, looking over at the ashtray the joint was laying in, "I forgot all about that."
"Let's drink these shots first," she said.
She handed me my shot and we drank them. I put my shot glass back on the coffee table, then reached for the half of a joint on the end table next to me. As I turned Chevy grabbed my dick. That startled me, and she laughed at my surprise. When I turned back around, she was handing me a lighter. "Go ahead and light it," she told me.
I put the joint to my lips and flicked the lighter. I started inhaling and felt Chevy's mouth go down the shaft of my cock. Her mouth closed tight around me as she sucked harder, then she slowly pulled her head up. My dick "popped" out of her mouth again. She sat back and wiped the corners of her mouth. I started to exhale and passed her the joint, she took it and asked, "You rubbed your dick with my cum, didn't you?"
"Why do you say that?" I asked, holding back laughter.
"I know what my pussy tastes like," she said, laughing.
She took a small pull from the joint, held it in, and asked, "How long was I gone just now?"
"I don't know, a few minutes maybe," I told her.
She took another hit off of the joint and handed it back. After she exhaled, she said, "I think I was a bad girl."
I couldn't help but laugh, "What did you do?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "Camie was still sleeping, she was out of it. I decided she needed to taste my pussy too. So, I ran my fingers along my pussy then rubbed my cum on her lips."
I couldn't help it, I had to laugh. We laughed together for far too long, passing the joint back and forth. "And to think, a few hours ago I didn't really like you," I said, still laughing.
"Honestly?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course."
I thought you were a little stuck-up, and a bit of a slut," I told her.
She laughed even harder, "And now you don't think I'm a slut?" she asked.
"Oh, no, you're still a slut, but maybe you're not as stuck-up as I thought," I told her.
"You should hate-fuck me," she said.
She laughed again, "Hate-fuck me, you know, grudge fuck me. Fuck me to hurt me, teach me a lesson about being stuck-up."
"You like that?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she replied, "are you game?"
I had to think about it. I really didn't like her any better as a person. I was only able to tolerate her because she was hot, naked, and I was about to fuck her. "Sure," I finally said.
She leaned over and grabbed the bowl I had packed while she was gone. "Pour some shots," she said, "I need to go over my rules."
"You have rules?" I asked, pouring the shots.
"Of course," she replied, "first and most importantly, do not cum inside me."
"Okay," I said, handing her a shot.
We both downed our shots. She handed me the empty glass, "I'm serious," she continued, "you can cum anywhere on me you want. Hell, I don't care if you pull it out and shoot it on my pussy lips. Just do not cum inside me. Not in my mouth, Not in my pussy. And not in my ass."
"you'll let me fuck your ass?" I asked, kind of shocked. The couple of women I had been with so far had all said I was too big.
"Maybe," she said, "I don't mind getting fucked up the ass, but…"
Here it was, the "but you're too big."
"…you're pretty big," she continued, "so we'll work up to that. So, while you're hate-fucking me, no anal."
"That's fine," I told her, "I wasn't expecting to fuck your ass anyway. I've always been told I'm too big."
"I don't care if you fuck my ass," she said, "you do have a big dick, probably the biggest I've ever had in my pussy, definitely the biggest in my ass. If you can get hard again after grudge fucking me, you can definitely fuck me in the ass. Oh, and lastly, don't hit me too hard."
"Hit you?" I interrupted.
She laughed, "Yeah, I want you to spank me and slap me around a little. I've been hate-fucked before and it can get rough. Which is how I know anal isn't a good idea."
"I don't know if I can hit you," I told her.
"Don't be a fucking bitch," she said, then lit the bowl.
I wasn't sure how to react to that. I knew she was just trying to provoke me. After she took a hit and passed me the bowl, she leaned back against the arm of the couch and spread her legs. As I inhaled, she started playing with her pussy. She parted her lips and slid a finger in herself. I couldn't help staring at the show she was putting on. That's when she said it.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "Are you too scared to fuck this tight, wet pussy like a man?"
"Fuck you, slut," I replied.
"Yeah, that's what I want, dumb-ass," she said.
That was enough to piss me off. I set the bowl and the light on the coffee table, then sat back on the couch. I looked over at Chevy, she was sucking on the finger that had been in her pussy. I reached over and grabbed her by the ponytail, then pulled her down. She was flexible enough that she just leaned forward, keeping her legs in the same position they were in.
Her mouth went right to my cock, which by now was only half hard. I let her suck me hard again before pulling her hair, raising her mouth off of my throbbing cock.
"Get on your knees," I told her.
From the position she was in she struggled a little to get on her knees. Once she was on her knees, but before she was steady, I pushed her so that she fell forward across my lap. I grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing hard, and used it to pull her into position so I could spank her.
This was new territory for me. I had never spanked a girl before unless it was light and playful. Now, I wanted to smack Chevy's ass hard, and I did. I brought my hand down so hard on her ass cheek it stung. "Fuck you!" she growled.
I smacked her ass again. "Your girlfriend spanks me harder than that, you pussy," she hissed through clenched teeth.
I spanked her again, this time was the hardest yet, "Goddamn it," she groaned.
My hand was tingling, I knew the last one had hurt her. I started rubbing her ass cheeks. After a few seconds, I moved my hand to her pussy, I started to finger her wet cunt. "I think you're scared to fuck my pussy," she said.
"Get up, bitch," I told her, hatefully, "bend over the arm of the couch."
Chevy did as she was told, her ass was in the air, her pussy was so wet that her juices were running down her thighs. Her ass cheek was a bright red from where I had spanked her.
I got into position behind her, I had one foot on the floor and the other beside her knee on the couch cushion. I put a hand on her hip and used my other hand to line my dick up with her pussy. I parted her pussy lips with the tip of my dick. "Are you trying to make sweet love to me, asshole?" she said, "Either fuck me like you hate me, or go make sweet love to your girlfriend."
I moved my other had to her hip, got a good grip, and drove into her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. This was the first time I had been in her pussy. She felt amazing. Her pussy was unbelievably tight. My cock started throbbing inside of her. She moaned quietly as she adjusted to my size. For a moment all of the hate and sexual tension was gone as we both basked in the awesome feeling of each other.
She came back to her senses first. She pushed back on me and hissed, "Fuck me!"
I snapped back to the moment. I adjusted my grip on her hips and started to pound her pussy as hard as I could. She started to moan and say things like, "Yes, harder," "Oh, god…" and "Fuck me, harder!" with every stroke. The more vocal she became, the harder I slammed my fuck-stick into her.
I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to last. She was closer than I was. Out of nowhere, her pussy got tighter and her whole body began to shake. "Oh, god, I'm cumming!" she screamed, "I'm fucking cumming! Fuck me harder… harder…"
I couldn't stop, it all felt so good, and I wanted to cum too. I was scared she would wake Camie up, I had to do something. The only thing I could think of was to cover her mouth. I thrust into her as hard as I could one last time. I let go of her hips and tried to cover her mouth.
It worked. She started sucking my fingers, moaning quietly. She also started grinding her pussy on my cock. I couldn't take anymore, I was about to cum. I started pushing away from her, pulling out of her slowly.
"I'm gonna cum," I told her, "roll over and spread your legs."
I sat back and started stroking my cock. She turned around to face me. Chevy spread her legs as far as she could. Her pussy looked swollen, her pussy lips were gaping open and she was leaking her pussy juices over her asshole and onto the couch.
I stood back up, still stroking my cock, I was going to cum on her. I already came on her titties, this time I wanted to cum on her little bush and pussy lips. She knew exactly what I wanted. She slid down the arm of the couch and lifted her hips, giving me the perfect target. I didn't cum as much as the first time, but it was still a lot. I shot three good pumps right between her pussy lips.
When I was done, I sat back on the couch, Chevy didn't move. "What's the difference between cumming in you, and cumming between your spread open pussy lips like I just did?" I asked her.
"There's a big difference," she said, she got up and straddled me, "this way it won't leak deep into me, and it's easier to clean up."
She stood up. A mixture of our cum was running down her thighs. She grabbed my cigarettes from the table and lit each of us one, then got back on my lap. "Do you think you can get hard again?" she asked, "You still want to fuck my ass, right?"
I laughed, "If I get hard again it's going to be hard for me to cum,' I told her, then asked, "Do you think you can handle getting fucked in your ass like you just did in your pussy, only for a lot longer?"
"Don't worry about me," she told me, "I know how to make you cum."
"Maybe we should just wait until tomorrow," I suggested, "then you can give Camie some pointers on how to take it in her ass."
She seemed disappointed, "If that's what you want," she said.
"Yeah," I replied, "I'm drunk and tired."
"Okay," she said, "I'm fine with that. Do you mind if I shower?"
"Not at all."