A tale of two chicks (part 1)

One Saturday morning I was sittin in my living room sippin on coffee and recovering from a night of hard drinking. None of my roommates were up, as I had a habit of waking earlier than most people. It was 8am on a Saturday, and I had been up til 4am drinkin with the fellas. I couldn’t tell if I was still drunk or not. I was fuckin off in my phone while music videos played on the tv when I got a call from a good friend of mine. She told me her sister was having a neurotic meltdown, and she needed some help calming her down and getting her out of the funk.
Her sister and I had developed a relationship through sittin around smokin pot and havin heart to hearts about what was goin on in our lives. It was this mutual thing as we were both in rough spots in our lives. I told her I would be by shortly. I got dressed, downed my coffee, hopped on my motorcycle and rode over.
I got there and my friend who had called me was sittin in the livin room with one of her sister’s roommates, Jessica. I was always happy to see Jessica. Buxom brunette, fair skin, friendly, funny. Her and the sisters had kinda sorta been taking care if me for a couple months. I had been going through the aftermath of a bad breakup from a toxic but sexy as all hell redhead and the depression had me not eating or cleaning. So they would come by and feed me, do my laundry, and clean my house. Just really nice girls who saw me through my own funk.
They greeted me and then sent me to the sister’s room to calm her down. I guess things had gotten pretty bad that morning. I found her sitting on her bed, disheveled and forlorn.
We smoked, I talked her down, we chatted about things. I was a lil loopy from the weed, coffee, and residual alcohol from the night before, and I couldn’t tell but I kept thinking she was sending me signals. She was easy on the eyes, blonde, fun sized, and buxom. I would have loved to hit it but I don’t make moves unless I’m sure. My cock was stirring in my pants, her top was low cut and her pale cleavage was just right there. I didn’t like the idea if a relationship built the way ours was getting messed up by a mixed signal, so I stayed chill, despite my cock aching and practically demanding I take action.
Anyway, she was feelin better and decided it was time to start her day. I went back to the living room where Jess was, the other girl had left. I stood by Jess and we chatted a bit. Then for one reason or another she reached passed me, near my pelvis. Instinctively I dodged, because I still had half a chub.
She seemed a little shocked, “oh my, that was sudden… did something happen… to you?” She asked me delicately. A vision flashed in my head of some molestation I had endured as a child. That had nothing to do with why I dodged, I thought. My face must have made some expression and she gingerly said my name and wrapped her arms around my waste, her head resting on my hip. I didn’t want pity though, and girls only hug you like that if they’re interested in what’s in the denim. I flexed my half hardened dick so she could see it push against the fabric. “Oh,” she said, “that’s why,” she smiled, looking up at me. I was relieved the subject was changed, and then she placed her hand over my cock and brushed her hand up and down over my pants. I plumped back up like an Oscar Meyer and she opened my pants and just went to town suckin on my member. I had always had a thing for Jess but never imagined it going anywhere, but here I was watching her suck my dick like it was gonna shoot pure gold out of it. The feelings were intense as she sucked and stroked on my cock, pausing a moment to say, “I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting you to be this big!” I laughed and wondered if every other sick she’d seen was just small. I’m not small but I’m not big either, just your ordinary, uncut, slightly bent variety. She slipped her arm out of one of her shirt sleeves, letting one of her hefty hooters fall out of her shirt. Holy geez I had always wanted to see her tits and bam there it was! All big and firm, her nipple looked kinda small on her breast. I reached down and cupped it, gently flitting the nipple with my fingers. She let out a playful moan and set back to sucking the life out of me. I mean just workin it like I’d never been worked before. A lot of chicks… every chick that had ever sucked my dick would give up after a few minutes, and I have never been sucked off before. That was about to change as I felt that buildup beginning. I tapped her shoulder and managed to whisper her name and she went into overdrive. I exploded in her mouth, I mean just slinging ropes down her throat, and then my knees gave out and I fell backwards, throwin a rope of cum on her exposed tit on the way down. She laughed and asked if I was alright, my load still in her mouth. I smiled, and she leaned down to help me up, making a comically loud gulping sound with an “ahhh,” after.
“How much did you drink last night, even your cum tastes like beer,” she laughed. I managed another smile but was completely disheveled, euphoric, and breathless.
“We’re gonna have to get together sometime,” she flirted, “but for now you gotta go.”
I thanked her and left. Got on my motorcycle and rode off, twisting the throttle a few times as I left going “brap….. brap brap,” down the road.
I got home and opened up my garage and grabbed a beer out of my fridge.
“Kinda early for a beer isn’t it,” I heard a feminine voice behind me.
“Float a cornflake in it,” I said turning around, seeing this pretty blonde I had been talking to for awhile, Amanda. She was a light build, pale, blonde, and wearing a sundress. Every man’s weakness.
“Got one for me?”
“You already know,” I said, passing her a beer.
We drank, chatted, joked, flirted. She say sideways on the back seat of my bike, and I started noticing she was sending me signals. I was havin a hell of a morning and said fuck it and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed me back, gently at first and then vigorously. Our hands explored eachother’s bodies at a seemingly frantic pace. I reached under her dress and discovered she was pantiless. I started playing with her pussy which was already just sopping fucking wet. I diddled her little pussy lips and then increased my pace and before long I could tell I was about to bring her off when she suddenly stopped me.
“That’s weird,” I thought to myself, “the only time that’s happened before was-“ my mind went to a chick I had hooked up with a few weeks prior as a rebound, a squirter who had been made ashamed of her squirting by previous lovers.
“Its okay,” I told her, “just let it flow,” and I rubbed my hand sideways across her clit and lips rapidly. She seemed to protest and tried half heartedly to pull away when suddenly a cascade of juices erupted forth from her pussy. She came hard, pressing her face against my neck. I gave her encouragement and kept working her pussy, and she came again and again. My bike seat and saddle bags were soaked! I kissed her deeply as I opened my pants, my cock just throbbing. I shoved it in her dripping wet pussy and just started drillin it. It was splashing orgasm after splashing orgasm with her as pussy juice just erupted from her over and over and over again. It was too much, and I managed to get her name out of my mouth.
“Cum inside me,” she encouraged me, “come on baby fill this pussy up!” I knew she was fixed from previous conversations, squirters really do it for me, and I love being told to cum in the pussy. I came hard. I came so hard I thought my balls were gonna fly right out with my load. I held on tight, my knees were tryin to give out on me again but I wasn’t havin it this time. We just stood there, leaned against my bike, panting, recovering, and taking it in.
We talked for awhile after, having a beer, and saying sultry things to eachother. She told me about how both her previous boyfriends were completely turned off by her squirting, and she had made a habit of not cumming while fucking. “Some guys are such pussy ass lil bitches, I fuckin swear,” I said shaking my head. I reached under her dressed and rubbed another squirting orgasm out of her, singing “she don’t know squirtin’s beautiful,” as she flooded my garage floor again.
She left when she finished her beer, kinda flitting as she walked back to her car. The back of her dress was soaked and see through. I watched her little butt jiggle and shake.
I stood in the garage watching her walk away and I had a big bang theory, “I’m gonna get those two together,” I said to myself, “I’m gonna figure out how to get those two in bed with me at the same time.”

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