Who says video games aren’t sexy? (longish) [MFF]

Set the wayback machine for 2009, the middle of summer in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was playing host to a pair of friends who’d moved out of the state the previous year, and were back in town for a very popular anime/fan convention. The con didn’t start for two days, which was fine because their costumes hadn’t arrived (they’d shipped them separately, since bringing them on the plane would have been a hassle and a half). Bringing them back to the house from SFO, we caught up on what they’d been up to – one of them, we’ll call K, had moved to Seattle and was considering moving back to San Jose after her job had fizzled out abruptly, because the tech industry is unforgiving and fickle. The other, we’ll call S, was happily enjoying the life of a Grad Student in Oregon, and couldn’t stop talking about how much she missed In N’ Out burgers, which of course meant a stop at the location near my house. While we were there, I mentioned that the house I was renting had a pool, finally (it had been out of commission for a long time thanks to a lazy landlord), so we wouldn’t need to crash any friends rooms at the convention hotels for a pool, and wouldn’t need to worry about alcohol rules or closing times. K mentioned she hadn’t even brought a suit, to which S replied she didn’t need a suit because she had t-shirts and panties that would work. K argued they needed suits in case my crazy nosy neighbors decided to peek over the fence, because “wet t-shirts aren’t opaque enough.”

So S agrees, and I swing us by the local mall after we finished eating, and several stores later, they both have suits. I’d like to say that I got a fashion show while they were picking them out, but I didn’t. S picked up a black and red bikini, which showed off her fantastic abs and butt, while K got a blue two piece with a zip-front top that didn’t have nearly the padding of S’s suit, but really showed off her shoulders and waist. I wasn’t complaining.

So we get back to my house and while I’m checking the tracking on their costume packages, they run out and check my pool, coming back in to the house absolutely excited about it. They’re in the pool in just a few minutes, after I show them where the guest rooms and bathroom are, and they’ve stowed their luggage.

Again, I’d like to say there were sexy-times in the pool, but there weren’t. Mostly it was lounging in the water under the shade of the fuckall-huge walnut tree that grew up over the pool, and catching up with one another after not seeing each other for a year. We caught up on S breaking up with her boyfriend, and K mentioning that her boss had tried to seduce her at the company holiday party, and how she’d considered it (apparently he was ‘so hot, but so married’), and mostly just hanging out and being costume buddies.

Eventually I got tired of hanging out in the water and trying to hide my casual arousal at seeing my friends asses and breasts more or less hanging out and glistening from all the water, and excused myself to go in and play some video games and see about handling some kind of dinner. I sat down, turned on my current favorite rail shooter, and lost myself in the game for a bit.

K came in, probably two levels later, and asked what I was playing.

“It’s Rez HD,” I told her, mentioning that it was a shooter that essentially made its soundtrack as you played it.

“That’s the one with the vibration mode on the controllers, right?” she asked me. I told her, yeah, you could set it up to vibrate as many as four additional controllers on the Xbox version.

Plopping down on the couch next to me, she reached for one of my extra controllers and asked “Would you mind doing that?”

I looked at her, and she wiggled the controller at me and told me she’d read about the game back when it was first released, and had always wondered if the stories were true. She rested the controller between her legs and smiled. I remember asking her what about S, and she shrugged. “She can play later, if she wants. It’s just a game.”

So I switched the vibration settings up to high, turned her controller on, and went back to playing. Every time I’d start racking up a chain score, or a super, she’d squeeze her legs together and whimper, and after a bit, I glanced at her to see that she had her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and was holding the controller tightly against her crotch with one hand while lightly dragging the fingers of the other across her chest. When I beat the boss of the level, she convulsed, curling up around the controller and gasping as the controller went crazy.

As the next level started, S walked in and walked up behind me. “What the hell?” she asked. “Is that REZ?”

I looked over my shoulder at her, somewhere between embarrassed and ridiculously horny from the sounds of K’s enjoyment and the very obvious smell of her arousal. I told S that yes, it was, and was about to tell her that K’d wanted to see it, when K reached over to S, grabbed her hand, and said “I just came so hard.”

S smiled at me and told me to keep playing, moving to stand behind K, reaching down to rub K’s shoulders and breasts, while K kept twitching as the game continued. S leaned over to whisper something to K, who nodded and bit her lip. S turned to me and said that they’d both noticed my erection in the pool and had spent a little while talking, and had a question for me.

I remember babbling something about being sorry if I embarrassed them, and she laughed and asked “no, you totally didn’t” and said “We just wanted to know which one of us was getting you hard.”

I shrugged. “Honestly, both of you.” I said something about knowing that neither of them had ever been in to me, but I wasn’t going to pretend they weren’t hot.

S unzipped K’s top, letting K’s tits out of their restraint. I’d thought they were great under the suit, but god damn, they were nearly perfect (for me at least). Perky without defying gravity, bright pink nipples standing out from her skin, flushed from the arousal of the game. Without a word, S took her own top off, jiggled her own breasts (which were just a bit bigger than K’s, with darker, rock hard nipples) a couple of times in her hands, and said “So, which are better?”

I think I tried to say something about how this was really not at all what I’d been expecting and didn’t know what to do because here were two women who’d never shown any interest in me at all, and were just my cosplay buddies, but K shut me up by reaching over and grabbing my cock through my trunks, leaning in to me while the controller kept going off between her legs, shuddering quietly and biting my shoulder.

S came around to my other side and said that it was okay, they’d both mentioned wondering if the stories they’d heard from my ex (see my first post on this alias for one of them) were true, and had decided while we were shopping that they were going to find out for themselves. S reached out and joined K in grabbing my erection through my trunks, both of them stroking me through the fabric. I told them I wasn’t going to be able to keep playing the game if they kept that up, which made S giggle and whisper in my ear that if I couldn’t beat the next boss, how was I supposed to get my prize?

K sat back up, putting the controller off to the side and pulling off the bottoms of her suit, and putting the controller back up against her very wet pussy. She had neatly trimmed pubes, shaped into a triangle, while the rest of her vulva was as smooth as her legs. S pulled off the bottoms of her suit, revealing a landing strip the same coppery red as her hair (which disproved the myth that she got her red from a bottle), and got down on her knees, tugging my shorts off.

She and K both smiled and giggled as S pulled my cock free and played with it while I tried to concentrate on the game. S grinned and kissed it, while K mentioned she’d never sucked an uncut cock, before. S made an angry cat meow at her (Catwoman was one of her best cosplays) and said for K to wait her turn, before spitting on my cock and wrapping her lips around it, downing it all the way to the root in one go. (for the record, I’m not huge, but I am on the very high end of average for length and girth, so it’s not like going down on me is a hard sell, but I’d still never had anyone just engulf me like that)

Somehow I managed to keep myself from both blowing up in the game and blowing my load into her mouth right there. K pouted but went back to holding the controller against her pussy with both hands, and wasn’t being shy about her noises, now.

“I’m gonna ruin your controller,” she moaned.

I managed to moan something like “That’s okay, it’s a spare, jesus fuck, S, don’t stop.”

S giggled around my cock (a very weird feeling but I’m not complaining), and started sucking noisily while wrapping her index finger and thumb around the base of my shaft, giving it small strokes in time with the music of the game. Her other hand had disappeared down to her crotch, and where she was busily rubbing her clit and fingering her hole.

FINALLY, I got to the boss and somehow managed to beat it (I’d never beaten that level before, so I can only blame the magic of hyper-focused concentration at this point), which caused K to fucking lose it – her whole body shook, she kicked the controller to the floor, sunk the nails of both of her hands into my arm, practically screaming “FUCK!”

I couldn’t take it any more, and looked down at S, saying “I’m gonna cum,” which got a huge smile out of her. She started bobbing her head faster, and when I came, she slid her head down so that my cock was engulfed entirely in her mouth again, sucking in time with my pulses until I stopped coming.

I sat there, S’s face nestled up against my crotch while she poked at my now deflated penis with her finger tips, K curled up against me as she wound down, for what felt like hours but was only about ten minutes. S tapped me on the chest, looking up at me and smiling, before reaching over to nudge K, telling her “your turn to get at this,” and pointing at my crotch, where my erection had returned.

K mumbled something incoherent, grinning from ear-to-ear, and pushed me so that I was laying down on the couch before positioning her face over my cock and giving it a long, slow, lick from the base to the tip. After a few more of these, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and started to suck and stroke me slowly. S got up and went into the kitchen, coming back with one of the beers we’d bought on the way home. She stood behind K, watching the scene in front of her and taking a few swallows from the bottle, before getting this wicked smile on her face. She took the chilled bottle and held it against K’s pussy from behind, causing K to gasp and suck in, hard, on my cock. She gave it a couple more strokes before letting it pop out of her mouth and turning back to look at S, saying “oh my god, you bitch.”

“You want me to stop?” S asked. K said “fuck no” and went back to working on my shaft, while I enjoyed the differences in their technique and style. S had used lots of long, easy strokes and motions, while K was proving to be the queen of short, urgent action. I could see S sliding the side of the bottle slowly up and down against K’s vulva, occasionally taking another swallow from the bottle while saying something about how “your little snatchy’s all red and angry,” and how “someone ought to fuck it quiet.”

About the third time S said that, she slipped her fingers into K’s pussy, which caused her to stop sucking me entirely, instead burying her face into my hip and letting out a sharp, urgent moan.

I decided that I needed to take control of the situation at this point – after all, this was my house – and reached down to lift K’s head up. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils huge, and she was breathing hard, in little ragged breaths. “K,” I said. “You want to stop, or keep going?”

She held up one hand and gave me a thumbs up, nodding.

I asked S the same thing, and she grinned. “Oh,” she said. “Oh yeah.”

I stood up and took both of their hands, pulling them down the hall and in to the bedroom, where they both lay down on the bed. I started to pull out a condom, but K waved me off, telling me she was clean and had an IUD. I looked at S, who shrugged and pointed at the inside of her arm, telling me she had an implant and was fine.

The girls rock-paper-scissored, and K won, turning herself so that her hips were braced on the edge of the bed, and as I slid into her, moaned about how it had been so long since she’d gotten properly fucked. She was so slippery I fell out a couple of times, but eventually we got a good rhythm going, until she was bucking her hips up to meet mine as I’d thrust into her, her hands death-locked on the blankets to keep from tumbling across the bed. She’d grunt every time I plowed into her, and gasp as we’d pull apart. S sat on the other side of the bed, talking dirty and cheering us on as I stroked in and out of K, clapping excitedly when K came a few minutes later.

I told S “I’m not gonna lie, I’m beat,” and she said she could wait until after dinner. I made some quick and easy pasta in the kitchen, and we all cuddled up on the couch to eat and watch The Mummy. Some time during the movie, K fell asleep on her own corner of the couch, which left S and I to canoodle, feeding each other noodles and mushrooms out of our pasta bowls. As can be expected, I got my third wind, and pulled her onto my lap so that she was straddling me. She wrapped her fingers up in my hair, dragging her nails across my scalp as I entered her, tossing her head back and letting out a slow moan while she settled down onto the base of my cock. We fucked long and slow on the couch, with her alternately looking me in the eyes and holding my head against her chest, where I got many opportunities to lick, bite, and suck on her tits.

K woke up as S and I were picking up our tempo, and leaned over to whisper in my ear as S and I fucked, telling me how good my cock had felt inside her, and how much she loved sucking on it, asking me how good S’s pussy felt around my cock, and promising me more of both their bodies over the weekend.

I picked S up and turned us both around so she was laying on her back on the couch, fucking her harder and faster while K started fingering S’s clit and asking her if she was going to cum. S started moaning “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” balling her fists up and hitting them against the couch before taking a deep breath and letting it out in little bursts as her hips and legs started to shake uncontrollably. S took another breath and started chanting “fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck, fuck fuck fuuuuuuck” while I kept plowing her. I moaned that I was going to come, and before I could ask where she wanted it, K said “come in her, come inside her.” S nodded and said “fill me up fill me up fuck fuck fuuuuuuck.”

I lost it, moaning and grunting, slamming my hips into hers like I was trying to fuse our pelvis’ together, my cum pumping out of me and into her pussy in jolts. I collapsed on top of her, sweaty and exhausted. Both S and K started running their fingers through my hair and singing “happy birthday” to me.

“It’s not my birthday,” I told them. “Not for another two months.”

K laughed and said any day where someone got that many presents was DEFINITELY their birthday.

The rest of the weekend went much the same way – we ended up all sleeping in my bed, fooling around in the morning, spending the day at the convention flirting, making out, and having a good time being nerds, and then coming home to swim and fuck. On the last day, as I was driving them back to SFO for their flight back to Portland, K said “So, is this going to make things weird for us?”

S shrugged and said she’d had fun and why should it be weird?

I said I was fine if they were.

We never had a repeat of that weekend (though S and I did a lot of dirty texting for a few months until she got a new boyfriend), but thankfully, it never got weird for any of us afterward. K ended up moving to London for her job, and S got happily married about two years later.

Oh, and a couple of days after their flight back home, K sent me an email with a link to a zip file that had several dozen megs of photos that she and S had taken with their phones while they were shopping for their swimsuits, a lot of which were very X-rated. She said that they’d meant to show them to me “casually” before doubling up on me, but things had progressed better than they’d hoped, so I should consider it “another birthday present.” I got the fashion show, after all.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qonis/who_says_video_games_arent_sexy_longish_mff