He growled low in his throat, a primal sound that meant rational thought was gone, replaced by animal instinct and desire. He spun and cupped his hands under her ass, picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her. He shoved her into the wall, dislodging a framed picture, sending it tumbling to the ground.
He broke the kiss, eyes boring hungrily into Pam’s. “Where’s your bedroom?” he demanded hoarsely.
Her eyes were hooded with lust. She nodded over her left shoulder. “Down the hall. Last door on the right.” He grunted and started down the hall, still carrying her. Michelle stayed where she was, watching warily, as though afraid to interrupt.
Harry stopped and turned around. “Are you coming, Michelle? There’s something I *really* want to do to you.”
Michelle trailed after, almost shyly, strange behavior after her boldness at the gym. Harry could hear her panting loudly though. She was definitely horny. *Good.*
He shoved the bedroom door open with his foot, mouth still locked with Pam’s. Michelle trailed after, softly closing and locking the bedroom door behind the three of them. He grabbed Pam by the hips and threw her roughly on to the bed. He pointed at her. “I’ll be right with you,” he promised.
He turned his attention upon Michelle. He stalked towards her, and she unconsciously backed away until her ass hit the wall. He stepped into her, grasped her hips, and spun her around so she was facing the wall. She put her palms out, bracing herself against the wall, as he stepped closer still, pushing his pelvis forward, grinding against her ass. She moaned in response and pushed her ass back into his groin, grinding him in return.
He drew a shuddering breath. “Your ass drives me absolutely wild,” he breathed in her ear. In response she reached behind her and grabbed his stiff cock. Holding it in place she pushed her ass back against the tip of his member. Once, twice, three times.
As she teased him, Harry had a vivid memory of his first sexual encounter with Ingrid. She’d been an intern at his office this past summer, and they’d had a wild couple of months exploring each others’ bodies in the privacy of his office. Sadly, she’d gone back to school to finish her degree in September, but she’d left him with some incredible memories. That first day they’d been together she’d grabbed his cock behind her back just as Michelle was doing now. What she’d proceeded to do to him…
He leaned in to whisper into Michelle’s ear. “As much as I love those yoga pants of yours, it’s time to take them off. Panties too. Then come and join Pam and I on the bed.” He reluctantly extricated his cock from her hand and turned and sauntered over to the bed where Pam was watching him with hungry eyes.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, exposing his chiseled, muscular upper body. Pam’s eyes roamed over his pecs, lingered on his rock hard abs, then drifted lower, eyeing the tent in his gym shorts. She licked her lips unconsciously, then crawled forward on all fours until her nose was just inches from his belly button.
“Take off your shorts,” she commanded. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He did as he was told, shucking off the shorts and his underwear and stepping free of them. He stood completely naked in front of Pam. His cock was standing straight up, pulsing with need, and he was trembling with the anticipation of shoving it into Pam’s wet, hot mouth.
Michelle stepped into him from behind, moulding her body to his. She was completely naked as well and he luxuriated in the feel of her soft breasts pressing against his shoulder blades. She reached around and plucked insistently at his nipples while nipping his right earlobe sharply with her teeth.
The feel of Michelle’s soft, voluptuous body against his own distracted him from Pam momentarily, but all his focus returned to her as she slid her mouth over the tip of his cock. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on Michelle’s shoulder as Pam slowly swirled her tongue across the head of his penis, cleaning off his pre-cum. Unlike Megan’s sloppy, aggressive style, Pam’s technique was more artful, more teasing. She took her time, using her lips, tongue, even her teeth to slowly tease Harry’s aching cock. As she sucked, licked and nibbled at him she made gentle moaning sounds low in her throat, seemingly enjoying the act as much or perhaps even more than he was.
Behind him, Michelle was sliding slowly up and down his body. Her fingers continued to tweak his nipples, and he surprisingly found her ministrations almost as erotic as Pam’s lips on his cock. As she moved against him, Harry could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy. He felt a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to find out what her pussy tasted like. He leaned back and twisted his neck so he could whisper in her ear.
“I want to make you cum,” he groaned at her. He reached down behind him, slid a finger between her legs. Her pussy was as sopping wet as he’d imagined. He moved his finger, exploring ever so slowly, until he found her clit. With his tip of his forefinger he tapped against it, ever so lightly. Once, twice, then a long pause, and a third time, slightly harder. She gasped with the first two taps, then cried out at the third. He repeated the rhythm, then again, and again. He could feel her heart hammering against the flesh of his back, her breath was coming in ragged gasps. “Oh Christ, Harry, that feels fucking *incredible*!”
“Let’s continue this on the bed, shall we?” he suggested. Pam was continuing to work his cock slowly and deliberately, and he reached down, grasped her chin lightly and slid himself out of her mouth with a wet pop. He crawled up onto the bed, moving around Pam who was watching him with a combination of curiosity and confusion. Michelle waited where she was, glorious tits heaving, and red-flamed pubic hair glistening with the moisture of her arousal. He reached the propped up pillows and laid back against them.
“My fingers are pretty good, but I think you’ll like my tongue better,” he said, his eyes fixed hungrily on Michelle’s glistening pussy. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my face,” he suggested.
Michelle didn’t have to be asked twice. She climbed eagerly onto the bed, straddled him, and shuffled forward until her thighs were beside his ears and her pussy was almost touching his nose.
“Pam?” he called, unable to see her with Michelle’s beautiful midriff filling his entire field of view.
“Yes?”
He grabbed his cock and pushed it forward so the tip was pointing at her. “As you were.”
This time when she took him in her mouth she was not so gentle, ramming her mouth down over him, scraping her teeth along his shaft in her eagerness. He groaned in response even as he was turning his attention to Michelle’s waiting pussy.
It didn’t take her long to cum the first time. He suspected he’d gotten her pretty close with his finger play, and when he managed to capture her clit between his lips and hum ever so softly, that pushed her right over the edge. She screamed with the pleasure of it, her thighs squeezing the sides of his head so tightly he could barely draw breath through the prison of her flesh. When her orgasm finally abated he was feeling decidedly light-headed.
In the meantime Pam had continued her aggressive attack on his cock. She was squeezing his balls now as her mouth slid up and down the length of him. He could feel his own orgasm begin to build again, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he shot a torrent of hot cum into her mouth. He decided he wanted to see if he could make Michelle cum again at the same time he blew his load. He reached up a hand and somewhat awkwardly managed to jam it up past his chin and find the opening of her pussy with his thumb. He plunged his thumb into her soaking wet pussy even as his tongue sought out her clit again. He knew it would be extremely sensitive after the orgasm she just had, so he was extremely gentle, his tongue barely making contact at all, just the ghost of a touch. His thumb, on the other hand, was exercising no such restraint. The stubby digit was fucking her fast and hard, and she cried out as it plunged in and out of her.
Pam had opened up her throat and was taking his whole shaft now. His muscles started to tense and he could feel his balls tingle as his long-delayed orgasm came bursting up through his body. At the same moment he pulled his thumb out of Michelle’s pussy and plunged his middle and index fingers inside her instead, as deep as he could thrust them. His tongue flicked forward, pressing against her clit. She screamed with pleasure, bucking against his fingers buried in her pussy as her second orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami. Just as she started to scream, his hips arched up off the covers of the bed. With his free hand he held the back of Pam’s head in place as he thrust himself down her throat, spilling a seemingly endless stream of hot cum into her mouth. She gagged once, but managed to swallow, drinking down every drop he had for her.
After about fifteen seconds both his and Michelle’s respective orgasms finally faded. He released Pam’s hair and his hips slumped back to the bed. A few seconds later Michelle rolled off him, sighing in dreamy contentment.
“Well done, sir!” she praised him once she’d caught her breath.
He looked down at Pam, who still leaned over his cock, long black hair tumbled forward, nearly obscuring her beautiful face. “Wow! You were absolutely amazing,” he told her. “My whole body is tingling.”
She gave him an incongruously shy smile. “It was my pleasure.”
“*Your* pleasure?” He gave her a wicked grin. Not yet, but it will be,” he promised.
She arched an eyebrow at him, shooting a dubious glance at his cock, which, though still stiff, wasn’t quite at full mast like it had been a few minutes before. “You sure about that?”
He grinned. “Just a momentary setback. With you two beautiful ladies to inspire me it won’t take long until I’m ready for round two,” he promised.
Pam and Michelle shared a sceptical look. “He’s been living up to his bold promises so far,” Michelle pointed out.
“Maybe the two of you should kiss,” Harry suggested lightly. “I’m sure that would speed my recovery along.” He was half joking. He didn’t think they would actually do it. Still, it never hurt to try…
Pam gave Michelle a speculative stare, seemingly weighing Harry’s suggestion in her mind. “I’m game if you are,” she said with a smile.
Michelle chuckled nervously. “I’ve never kissed a woman before. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. And…you are pretty damn hot,” she said with a laugh.
“Right back at ya, Freckles,” Pam said.
Harry’s eyes lit up as he looked back and forth between them. *Was this really going to happen?* He stayed silent, not wanting to say or do anything that could potentially change their minds. He shuffled out of the way as they crawled across the bed towards each other. They moved closer and closer until their mouths were mere inches apart. Pam leaned in, eyes half closed, but Michelle held up a hand.
Pam pulled away, hurt flashing in her eyes. “I thought-“ she started to say, voice small and confused.
“You’re still dressed,” Michelle pointed out, quirking a grin.
“What?” Pam replied, still clearly confused.
Michelle leaned back, buttocks resting on her heels, and ran her hands over her naked body in a wanton display. “I’m completely naked, and you’re still wearing your gym clothes. Hardly fair, don’t you think?” she grinned.
Understanding dawned in Pam’s eyes and she grinned in return. “I suppose not,” she conceded. As Harry watched, open-mouthed, she slowly pulled off her yellow sports bra. Her small tits were just as perky as he’d always imagined them. Her nipples were disproportionately large, and he found himself unconsciously licking his lips as he stared at them. He noticed Michelle staring hungrily as well. His cock gave a twitch at her obvious arousal and he suppressed a grin. At this rate it wouldn’t be long before he was ready for another round. He stared in rapt fascination as Pam peeled off her tight little shorts. Her perfectly rounded ass was just as small, tight and perky as her tits. His eyes drifted to her hairless pussy and his cock twitched again as he imagined himself fucking her tight little body hard and fast.
Now completely nude, Pam gave Michelle a questioning look. “Better?”
“Much,” Michelle purred, eyes roaming appreciatively over her friend’s body.
“Good. Now where were we?”
This time when they met in the center of the bed there was no hesitation. They leaned in and brushed their lips lightly together at first, soft and gentle, but once the ice was broken their ardor swiftly rose, sharp and hot, and within seconds they were locked in a fierce embrace, breasts and pussies mashed together, tongues pushed down each others’ throats.
Harry’s cock hardened almost painfully at the wanton display. He was already good to go, but he wasn’t about to interrupt. Not when the show was getting so good. As they kissed, their hands started to wander, not anywhere too dangerous at first. Thighs, lower backs, shoulders were all seemingly safe territory, but those caresses were merely the opening salvo. The women got bolder, a squeezed buttock, a lightly brushed nipple and escalating from there. It was Michelle who finally abandoned restraint altogether. With a passionate growl she pushed her much lighter friend backwards, falling on top of her on the bed. Pam started to protest, but Michelle covered her mouth with her hand, a wicked promise in her eyes. She kissed Pam’s mouth once, hard, then moved her mouth lower on Pam’s body, kissing her chin, neck, then her breasts. She turned her attention to Pam’s nipples, alternating between teasing them with her tongue and sucking them greedily. Pam’s eyes were closed with pleasure, and she moaned and trembled violently at the ministrations of Michelle’s mouth.
Michelle continued to move downwards, trailing kisses down Pam’s stomach to her belly button. She paused here briefly and looked up the length of Pam’s body, a question in her eyes. Pam nodded silent acquiescence and then gasped as Michelle’s mouth found her pussy.
Harry watched in rapt fascination as Michelle ate Pam’s pussy. His hand drifted to his rock hard cock, but he resisted the urge to stroke himself at the sight. Pam’s groans grew louder and louder as Michelle pressed all the right buttons. It only took about two minutes of Michelle’s expert technique for Pam’s body to give in. She screamed as her orgasm hit, and Michelle gave a little gasp of surprise as Pam’s pussy jetted forth a tiny stream, splashing her mouth. Harry gawked at the sight. He’d never seen a woman cum like that before.
When Pam’s orgasm finally subsided she reached down and grabbed Michelle by the shoulders. She pulled gently but insistently until her friend crawled back up and they were face to face. They kissed again, more tenderly this time, hands stroking each others’ faces gently instead of urgently groping body parts. They finally broke and Pam gave Michelle a shy smile. “Thank you,” she said. “Sorry about the-“ She cringed. “-you know.”
Michelle barked a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad I could make you do that! Besides, you just kissed most of it off anyways.”
Harry’s cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. He cleared his throat loudly and both of them swiveled to face him.
“Oh my. Look who’s ready to go again. I guess our little show worked!” Michelle exclaimed, winking at Pam.
Pam winked back at Michelle. “I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty satisfied right now. I sincerely doubt Harry’s going to be able to top that. Maybe we should just head back to the gym.”
Michelle bit her cheeks and nodded. “That’s a good idea. We should probably get back and check on the kids anyways.”
“Oh no you don’t!” Harry growled. “All this foreplay has been lots of fun, but now it’s time to get to the good stuff.” He rolled off the bed and got to his feet. He stood, thighs against the edge of the bed. He patted the covers in front of him, an invitation.
They looked at each other and then back to Harry, uncertainty writ large upon their faces. “What do you want us to do?” Pam finally asked.
He beckoned them forth with the crook of his finger, and they crawled forward in tandem, as though caught completely under his spell. “Turn around, put your chins on the covers and your asses in the air,” he rasped. He gave a silent prayer that the crude demand worked and they didn’t tell him to go fuck himself.
They did as they were told, slowly shuffling around until they were facing away from him, chins on the covers as instructed, their beautiful asses lifted high, waiting on his pleasure. He stared greedily, first at Michelle’s voluptuous backside, and then at Pam’s tight little ass. He began to pant heavily, pure lust taking over as he tried to decide which of them he would have first. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He shuffled to his left. He’d long dreamed of taking Michelle from behind, and he decided he wasn’t wasting another second without making that dream come true.
She gasped, her voice muffled by the covers, as he entered her roughly, gripping her by her wide hips and thrusting himself inside her so hard that his balls slapped against the flesh of her rounded ass. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, pounding into her a dozen times in rapid succession. Her muffled cries of pleasure were matched in volume by the sound of his thighs slapping into her buttocks over and over. He gave her one final thrust, harder and deeper and held himself in place far inside of her. He slowly began to rotate his hips, swirling his cock inside her. Her cries morphed into one long, loud groan as he plumbed her depths. He gave her ass a hard smack and she gave a squeal of surprise. Beside her Pam had pushed herself up from the covers and was looking back at Harry to see what he was doing.
“Face down!” he commanded, giving Michelle’s ass another stinging smack. Pam ignored his directive, continuing to stare at him as he continued to swirl his cock deep within Michelle’s pussy. Michelle was groaning more loudly now, and was pushing back hard against his groin. The spanking had clearly turned her on even more.
Pam shook her head. “I want to watch you make her cum,” she insisted. Harry gave her a smile and a wink, inclining his head to her in acceptance.
“As you wish.”
With Pam watching in rapt fascination, Harry snaked his right hand over top of Michelle’s thigh, chest leaning down on top of her back as he reached underneath her. He found Michelle’s clit and began to gently stroke it. At the same time he accelerated the gyrations of his hips, pushing hard against her so her face pushed into the covers.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Michelle moaned as he fucked her. “Don’t stop, Harry. Please don’t stop. Oh God, oh God. I’m going to cum, Harry! Ahhhhhhh!” she cried out, smashing her ass backwards into Harry’s groin as the orgasm hit. Harry pulled his hand out from under her, stood back up and grasped her hips again. He slammed himself into her over and over, riding the wave of her orgasm, and tormenting her incredibly sensitive pussy. She cried out again and again and he finally pulled out of her. She collapsed on to the covers, almost sobbing with the sheer, sweet intensity of her pleasure.
Pam, who’d watched the whole thing, was completely wide-eyed, and gave Harry a rather nervous glance as he turned his attention to her. She gulped as Harry stepped in behind her, purple cock glistening with the juices of Michelle’s pussy.
“I want to cum inside that tight little pussy of yours,” he told her, chest heaving with the exertions of the session with Michelle. He got down on his knees and shoved his nose into her ass, inhaling deeply. His tongue found her pussy and he gave it a long, slow lick, making her shiver and moan. He stood back up and was preparing to enter her when she suddenly flipped over onto her back.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
In response she put the ball of her foot on his chest, then trailed it down his belly before bringing it to rest against the underside of his erect penis. She held it like that for a moment then slowly began to rub it up and down against the length of him.
His breathing quickened and his cock started to pulse. He was extremely close to spilling. He gritted his teeth. “You keep doing that and I’m going to finish right here,” he warned.
She gave him a bold stare. “Get on the bed then, and lie on your back. I want to be on top,” she replied.
His eyes widened momentarily, but then he gave her a lopsided grin and a shrug. “Yes ma’am,” he said. He climbed onto the bed and flipped over onto his back, waiting.
Like Harry had done with Michelle minutes before, Pam wasted no time with further seduction. She straddled him, grasped his cock in her hand, guided the tip to the entrance of her pussy and sank down onto him with a loud moan.
Harry groaned as his cock slid inside her. As he’d imagined her pussy was narrow and tight, and he knew right away that he wasn’t going to last long. Pam leaned back and placed her palms flat on the covers behind her, arching her back and displaying her perky tits to their best advantage. She leaned further back, and further still, the muscles of her lean torso stretching. Harry gasped as his cock bent forward inside her, making the envelope of flesh around it feel even tighter. She began to slide her ass back and forth across his thighs, and sweat broke out on his forehead as he tried desperately to avoid spilling right there and then. To his right he was dimly aware of Michelle, propped up on one elbow, watching with amusement as Pam exercised the same sexual control over his body that he’d exercised over Michelle’s.
Pam increased the pace and Harry groaned. Yep, he was definitely in the home stretch now. He reached out and grasped Pam’s ass, pulling her forward, while simultaneously thrusting upward so hard he lifted her into the air. He wrapped his arms around her and she collapsed on top of him, her tits sliding across his sweat-slicked chest. Nails digging into her ass, he thrust again, just as his orgasm hit, and she cried out in triumph as he exploded inside of her. She grasped the sides of his head, twining her fingers through his hair and riding him as he emptied himself. After ten seconds the floodgates finally closed and he leaned his head back against the covers, utterly spent.
“Ha! I knew I could make you cum first!” Pam crowed.
He gave her a wry smile. “Is that really a victory?” he asked.
She shrugged. “That spank-fuck you gave Michelle left her in a bit of a puddle. I had to do something to restore the balance of power a little.”
He pushed a hand through his mop of sweaty hair. “Fair enough. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to make you cum though. Michelle kind of stole my thunder with that tongue-job of hers earlier.”
“Yes she did,” Pam replied, looking over and giving Michelle a wink. “I might have to return the favor someday soon.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “I’d very much like to see that.”
Pam and Michelle shared another meaningful look and laughed. Pam looked down at him and arched an eyebrow.
“What are you doing next Sunday?”
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