That evening, after our adventure in the library, I was back in my apartment, watching TV. I couldn’t really concentrate on it though because I kept thinking about Camille. I’d been serious earlier when she asked if I was a jealous person and I told her I wasn’t but I was beginning to have doubts. To me, she wasn’t just a casual fuck. We’d spent a whole year sending each other letters and building up a friendship and I felt we had a connection. I couldn’t get the idea of her fucking someone else out of my mind (even if, admittedly, the idea of her fucking another woman was incredibly hot). I decided to go for a shower and then to bed.
I was in the shower for about fifteen minutes and, when I got out, I noticed I had a message on my phone. I opened it and saw it was Camille –
“Hi, my new friend really likes the taste of your cum from my pussy. Now she wants to try some from the source.”
Beneath that message were two others – a picture of a woman’s head in between Camille’s legs and a shared location address.
I swear, I have never gotten dressed and left my apartment that fast in my life, even when the fire alarm goes off. All feelings of jealousy were now replaced in my head with the idea of fucking two women at once.
I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address. I think he could tell I was excited to be going where I was going as he commented on me fidgeting and seeming giddy.
I arrived at the address ten minutes later. It was a detached house in a fairly suburban neighbourhood. I knocked on the front door and it was quickly answered by Camille. She looked absolutely stunning – she was wearing black lingerie (a bra, stockings, the full works) and a choker necklace. Her pale face was blushing bright red and her blonde hair was a mess from all the exertion of fucking.
She grabbed me by the lapels and pulled me into the house, kissing me passionately. I could taste the unmistakable taste of pussy on her tongue.
We were interrupted by someone else entering the hallway. I looked around and saw a woman, who was older than me, roughly 28 or 29 like Camille. She appeared to be of South Asian descent, perhaps Indian or Sri Lankan with dark, brown skin and dark, curly hair. She was also wearing lingerie but it was white, rather than black.
Stupidly, I put my hand out to shake her hand but she brushed past it and kissed me as Camille had, saying, “This is how we say hello in this house.”
“Let me do the introductions,” Camille interjected, “This is Mahnoor. We met on a dating app.”
“Do you do stuff like this often?” I asked her.
“Only when my husband is out of town,” Mahnoor replied.
“Mahnoor was wanting a taste of you,” Camille said.
At that, Mahnoor grabbed my left hand and Camille my right and they guided me into the living room. It was huge and opulent with artworks on the walls and beautiful furniture.
They practically threw me on the couch, ripping my shirt in the process, and began to undo my trousers.
Mahnoor’s eyes widened when she saw my cock, “How old did you say you were again?”
“Twenty,” I replied.
“God, it’s been ages since I’ve sucked off a twenty year old,” she looked at me, “I should do it more often.”
Mahnoor then positioned herself on the left of my cock while Camille took the right hand side and they started licking either side of it. It was almost like they were fighting with their mouths to see who would get control of it, their tongues were practically wrestling each other. Every so often though, they stopped focusing on my cock to make out and I couldn’t blame them, both looked gorgeous. Whenever they returned to licking and sucking my cock, I loved the image of Camille’s blonde hair and Mahnoor’s dark, brunette hair bobbing up and down on my cock. At one point, Camille took hold of my cock and rubbed it all over Mahnoor’s face and lips, covering it in precum and spit which Camille quickly licked up.
Camille then took hold of Mahnoor’s head and started guiding it up and down on my cock, basically making me facefuck her. She was going faster than I would have done but I wasn’t complaining. She then let go of her hair and positioned herself behind Mahnoor, whose ass was sticking up in the air while she was blowing me. She then proceeded to eat Mahnoor’s pussy while Mahnoor was sucking me. It felt amazing; Mahnoor was basically moaning into my cock as she swirled her tongue around it.
Camille then interrupted, “You should try fucking Mahnoor’s pussy. It’s so fucking tight.”
“Yes!” Mahnoor immediately exclaimed.
Not wanting to be a bad houseguest, I immediately leapt up. Mahnoor positioned herself on the couch for missionary, her legs in the air. I ripped off her panties which Camille had merely pushed aside to eat her out, and started fucking her.
“Yes! Harder! Fill me with that you cock!” she moaned.
All the while, Camille was kneeling on the floor next to us, alternately making out with both of us.
Camille wasn’t lying, Mahnoor felt amazing to be inside. I pinned both her hands behind her head and fucked her hard.
I couldn’t resist myself so I asked her, “Does your husband fuck you like this?”
“No!” she almost screamed, “I want you to fuck me every day.”
“Let’s change positions, I’m getting bored just watching,” said Camille.
Instantly, I knew what to do. I got off Mahnoor and lay flat on the couch myself. Mahnoor positioned herself on cock and Camille positioned herself over my face, both facing each other, and simultaneously I fucked Mahnoor and ate Camille’s pussy while they both made out. Mahnoor’s husband was a very lucky guy because she had an amazing riding technique that alternated between grinding, moving side to side and going straight up and down, while Camille’s ex was an idiot because I couldn’t believe how good she tasted. It was taking all my concentration to not cum there and then, especially as I could hear both women moaning in unison.
Then, all of a sudden, both of them suddenly stopped. Seconds later, they had both jumped off of my cock and face. I was excited to change position again but then I saw the panic on Mahnoor’s face.
“My husband is home early,” she whispered, frantically, “Hide!”
She then put on a robe over her lingerie as Camille and I quickly picked up all our clothes and hid in a cupboard, completely naked. The cupboard had slits in the door so we could see Mahnoor desperately trying to compose herself as the front door opened. Seconds later, Mahnoor’s husband came in. Camille and I collectively held our breath, hoping to not get discovered. We watched and listened as the husband explained that his trip had to be cut short. I was shocked he couldn’t tell that, moments earlier, another man had been balls deep in his wife.
The cupboard Camille and I were in was incredibly small and we were basically pressed up against each other, my cock grazing her ass cheeks. She turned to me, leaned into my ear and whispered, “I wonder how quiet you can be…” as she grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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