Ringing in the new year by fucking two girls within minutes of each other [MF] [MF]

*This post comes a bit late, but enjoy nevertheless. It does contain infidelity/cheating, so if that’s a trigger for you, then read no further; I don’t want to read a lecture from the moral police.*

I spend every New Year’s Eve at my friend John’s house. Him and his wife, Jen, are great hosts; they’re super rich, they always have lots of booze, and I always have a great time. The last couple weeks I’d been seeing this girl, Kayla, so I brought her with me. John’s parties were great, but usually attended by couples. I didn’t want a repeat of last year where I made the mistake of going stag and wound up alone when the ball dropped.

Kayla’s the definition of slimthicc, she’s a short, tan, busty brunette. She’s hispanic , only 5’4, and sports some amazing tits; big C cups with wide, dark nipples. The cherry on top is her perfect ass. So thick, so juicy, when she’s bouncing those beautiful cheeks on my cock, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Despite all that, I wouldn’t call Kayla perfect, she’s not too smart and talks way too much. She speaks with a valley girl accent even though she was born and raised in the midwest. She’s annoying on long car rides, but amazing to hear when she climaxes.

Regardless, our sexual chemistry is amazing. She is perpetually in a state of arousal, which is great because until I met her I thought I was the only one. Anywhere and everywhere we could fuck, we would fuck. The bar, the movie theater, an arcade, gas station; if either one of us got the notion then within two minutes we were on top of each other. If you see security camera footage of a white dude railing a fatass latina at the quick-stop, good money says that’s me and Kayla.

That night I picked her up at her parent’s house. She was wearing a yellow top that wrapped around her arms and left her shoulders bare. The neckline had a deep drop at her cleavage and showed off her amazing tits. The top was short and would’ve showed off her midriff if her skirt wasn’t pulled so high. It was a loose, tan-colored, cloth skirt with a vibrant mayan pattern that my eyes completely ignored. I was far too distracted looking at her thick thighs to even notice the pattern. The skirt covered maybe 4 inches down her legs. I followed her legs down to brown cowboy boots that looked more like stripper boots on her. She slid into my car and leaned in close to my ear, “Before you ask, I’m not wearing chonies.” She whispered and bit my ear gently. I smiled back “Good, because I need to stop and get gas.” I said and she giggled with her high-pitched voice.

As we drove down the highway, she was bent over, giving me some extraordinary roadhead. Kayla moaned and panted like a bitch in heat as she sucked my cock, I knew she was prepping me for easy entry at the gas station. After 10 minutes of sucking, panting, moaning, and licking we arrived at the gas station. I’m sure anyone watching had a laugh at me holding my pants up with a popped tent as I swiped my card and popped the pump in my car.

When I got back inside, Kayla wasted no time, hiking up her skirt (as if she even needed to) and guiding me into her tight, wet pussy. My cock was mostly dry after pumping gas, but she was soaking wet. She bounced up and down on my cock, occasionally bumping into the car horn. “Fuck, yes, papi, fuck me! Cógeme! Fuck me!” *Honk* “harder papi, I wanna come!” *Honk* “Fuck! Yes! Yes!” *Honk* *Hooooonk* We spent the next 10 minutes fucking until one of the employees knocked on the window and told us to get going. That didn’t stop Kayla from finishing in front of him while flipping him the bird.

I pulled out of Kayla and then the gas station. She didn’t wait 5 minutes before getting back to sucking my dick. She slurped, slobbered, and moaned the whole ride there. As we drove into John’s subdivision, she was begging me to come. “Come on baby, give me that come. Come for me baby, I need that cum!” I pulled into the driveway and finished in her mouth.

Without missing a beat, she swallowed, wiped her mouth and said “Vamanos!” excited to go to the party. Kayla was a party girl at heart, I knew she would get wasted, horny, and then fuck the absolute shit out of me. Which I felt was a great way to ring in the new year.

Kayla stepped out of the car, adjusted her skirt and top and we walked to the door hand-in-hand. John and his wife, Jen, welcomed us into their huge, fancy house and when I saw who else was in attendance, I knew I had made a mistake. Unlike previous years where it was all couples, I noticed more than a few girls flying solo. Jen had invited some college friends from the next state over. I would’ve had my pick of the litter this year, with all the guys being cuffed and me the only bachelor. I saw a tall, busty blonde with a smug superior look on her face, a brunette shorter than Kayla with tits pouring out of a way-too-small dress, and a tight, little redhead that looked like she was begging to be fucked.

My eyes couldn’t leave the redhead, only an inch taller than Kayla, thinner by a lot, but this banging body I couldn’t believe. She had an hourglass figure that ballooned into some beautiful tits that were popping out of her shirt. She was wearing a white, button-up that hugged her body like her mom sewed it for her. She wore a short, red and black plaid skirt with black boots that gave Kayla’s a run for her money. I was biting my lip every time I looked at this girl, if Kayla was smarter she might’ve noticed. But she was too busy getting the other girls to take shots like it was their job. She was a master of peer pressure and before 11pm, they were all completely wasted. Not “let’s all take a picture together” wasted, I mean “white girl” “I bet my tits are bigger than your tits” wasted.

So most of the girls were getting wasted and gossiping and the guys were together talking about their boring jobs and sports. Meanwhile, I was talking to the redhead, Carly, who was instantly drawn to me when I mentioned I brought some Jose Cuervo. “Oh shit, it’s a party now!” she said with a “fuck me” grin a mile wide. I poured us a couple shots and had a few more as we talked.

While Kayla was working on the rest of the party, I got to know Carly. This girl was smart, literally a doctor and super interesting. She talked a mile a minute about some of the most complicated and interesting medical stuff I’d ever heard. I could barely understand her, but I nodded along all the same. Carly was the girl you bring home to meet your parents, where your dad winks at you and mouths “nice job” when her back is turned. Whereas Kayla was the girl you don’t bring home to your parents (if you did, they’d ask “are you sure about her?” or “Is everything… okay?”). I was conflicted, but Kayla wasn’t making too much of a show of us being a couple. At that moment she had her hands on the blonde’s chest, groping her while explaining, “There’s no way these are Ds, ohmigod, I love them.” as the guys stared on in silence.

11:15 rolled around and John’s wife, Jen was already half in the bag. She had just remembered to give a tour as the out of towners had never seen the whole house and would be spending the night. Everyone else waited in the kitchen to be peer-pressured by Kayla into taking more shots. John’s house was fucking nice, rich parents and a doctor wife had given him the bougiest of white privilege mansions. Something like 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a basement, bar pool table. In the room down the hall from the master Jen paused and explained “This is where you’re sleeping Carly.”

Jen opened the doors to show a room housing a queen bed adjacent to a chest of drawers with a mirror facing the bed. There was a large picture window overlooking the driveway and I could see my car. As we all turned to leave, I saw Carly’s gaze turn to me, “Oh right here? This room? This is where I’ll be sleeping tonight?” she asked Jen while her eyes stayed on me. “Yeah, all yours babe!” Jen said unaware.

We finished the tour and kept up the conversation, talking about gene therapy or some complex medical breakthroughs of the day. I could tell my feigned understanding was enough for her to still want to fuck me. All I needed was to clear the low bar of “somebody worthy of fucking on new year’s”. The night went on, but Carly and I were in our own little world.

Kayla was getting everyone else wasted, while Carly and I stayed tipsy. At 11:59 we did the countdown and half the party was already passed out on the couches. Without asking, I grabbed Carly and kissed her deeply, pulling her into me so she could feel the bulge of my erection. “Happy new year,” I said with a wink. Kayla ran over and kissed me, yelling “Happy New Year!” which might’ve blown my cover if she hadn’t just done the same to Jen, John, and half the other still-awake guests. Guessing by the deer-in-headlights look on the blonde, I think Kayla may have even slipped her some tongue.

Less than an hour later, things started to calm down. By 12:45 every couch was covered with passed-out guests. Kayla was in the bathroom holding Jen’s hair back and I took the opportunity to grab Carly’s hand. “You want to show me your room?” I asked. And she led the way, giggling. We ran up the stairs, she pulled open the doors and slammed them shut behind us. She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me into her, her tongue penetrating my mouth aggressively. “Oh fuck!” “Oh fuck!” she said in between kissing me.

She sounded panicked and her face emoted a strange combination of worried and horny. She let go of me and started unbuttoning her top. She had a grimace as she exposed a red and black bra that matched her skirt and hugged her ample tits. “Are you with that girl? The one getting everyone drunk? You guys came together, right?” She stopped unbuttoning as she asked. I stared down at her amazing body and needed to see what was under that skirt. “No, she’s just a friend.” I lied. Carly smiled, easily convinced. “Good, because my last boyfriend cheated on me… I haven’t been with anyone since, but…” and she paused again, looking up at me. She bit her lip and desperate, green eyes looked up at me. “I really want you to fuck me.” She said and grabbed my cock through my pants.

“God, when you kissed me at midnight,” she said, pausing to kiss me eagerly, letting out frantic moans, “I just wanted to throw you down and mount you right there.” She threw my hands against her chest, still covered by the tight-fitting bra, and bit my bottom lip as she continued to kiss me. She stopped suddenly again, slapping my chest like Monica from Friends. “You don’t have anything, do you?” She asked. “Like, condoms? I think I have some in the car.” I told her. “No, I mean, like, STIs? You don’t have, like, chlamydia or syphilis anything right?” She asked seriously, her hands paused holding the elastic sides of her skirt. “No ma’am, I’m clean, promise.” I told her.

She smiled and pulled down the skirt stepping out of it, still wearing her thigh-high black boots. That skirt should be tried, convicted, and sentenced for hiding that perfect ass. The words smooth, juicy, and thick all ran through my head, but none were enough to describe how immaculate, how perfect Carly’s ass was. It must’ve been sculpted, to be so flawless. I snapped back to reality and Carly bounced back up, throwing her hair back as she said “Good.” She walked up to me, pressed her lips against my ear and whispered “Because I want to feel you come inside me.” She pulled back, giggled, and took off her bra, revealing round C-cups with silver dollar areolas.

Just the sight of her amazing body, completely naked save for the boots, was enough to get me rock hard. I threw off my shirt while Carly unbuckled my belt and slid down my pants. She was on her knees as she pulled down my boxers. “Mmm,” she breathed out, licking her lips as my cock flicked upwards toward her face. She looked up at me as she slid my cock into her mouth, pursing her lips around it. She continued moaning “Mmm,” like my cock was the most delicious thing she’d ever put in her mouth. She could only get about half of my cock in her mouth before gagging, she wasn’t as experienced at deep-throating as Kayla.

Carly swirled her tongue around the thick head of my cock, her eyes locked with mine as I bit my lip and sucked in air through my teeth. Her eyebrows slanted as she went on, becoming more pleading as her tongue rotated around my dick. I knew she was just making sure I’d be wet enough to . Or maybe she was worried I’d be too big for her to handle. Either way, I let her lick, suck, and moan for another minute before pulling her up by the shoulders and throwing her playfully on the bed. She giggled as she lay sprawled on the bed, spreading her boots, beckoning me closer. Her pussy was as immaculate as the rest of her, completely smooth and inviting. My cock was hard, wet, and ready to fuck her, but that pussy looked so fucking tasty, I dove in head first like Pete Rose.

Carly gasped as my tongue touched her clit and grabbed my head with both hands as my lips pressed into hers. “Oh fuck, please!” She said through gasping breaths, “J-just fuck me! I’m ready.” She begged. She wasn’t lying, she was already wet before I started and now she was soaking. As much as I didn’t want to leave her perfect pussy before giving her an orgasm, I knew I wasn’t necessarily flush with time. I crawled up her body and she smiled excitedly. The head of my cock, now dry, found her dripping wet pussy. Carly’s eyes closed in anticipation and her smile became a pleading “o”. I entered her with just the tip and her eyes burst open as she moaned “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

I revealed a smug smile as I felt her tight pussy grip the head of my cock. Carly was biting her bottom lip as her wide eyes stared up at me with furrowed brows. “Oh fuck… Go slow…” she pleaded. “You’re really big…” Hearing that, I felt my grin widen like the grinch. I moved slowly deeper and she gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes now shut tight again. “AahhaAHhh, fuck! Keep going!” she moaned. Only 8 inches deep and I was pressing into her cervix. Carly had let go of the sheets and was now gripping my waist. Her fingers gripped me tight and she dug her nails into me as the head of my cock hit her cervix. I pulled back out slowly and she let out another growling, vibrating “AhhhAHahh”.

Not wanting to give her a chance to breathe, I moved my thumb to her clit. “Oh, fuck!” she was nearly yelling now as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. My thumb circled slowly around her clit without touching it, applying pressure at random. Simultaneously I pushed in and out slowly until Carly let out guttural and vibrating moans. “O-o–o-ah-ah-o-mmm”. A rush of wetness hit my cock as her pussy tightened and she gasped, “Y-yess!” My thumb moved to her clit and began gliding over it gently, like a sea plane touching down over and over without ever actually landing. At the same time, my thrusts got faster. She squeezed my cock so tightly that if Kayla hadn’t already made me come in the car, I would’ve finished right then. Her legs were wrapped around me, the heels of her black boots knocking into my ass.

“Holy shit! F-fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She was just yelling now, her eyes switched from rolling back in her head to popping out of her skull. Her voice was high pitched, like a ditsy pornstar, we were a long way from talking about gene therapy. “Oh fuck! Baby! Oh fuck! Y-you’re gonna! Fuck! I’m coming! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” She yelled and gripped the back of my neck. She tried to pull me in, but only succeeded in lifting herself to me. She struggled to kiss me as she moaned, “Mmfm! Mmfm!” and our lips broke apart, “Yes, right there! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my GOD!” She gasped for breath and mouthed “I’m coming,” but no sound came out until she groaned, “Ohhh! GOD! Fuck! I can’t stop coming, just keep-” but she couldn’t continue as I started fucking her harder, less conscious of her cervix and just trying to fuck her as hard and deep as I could.

We fucked for another 5 minutes and Carly kept coming until she was just a mess of vibrations on the bed, stuttering “f-fuck, f-fuck, oh m-my, fuck.” I pulled out and stood up, checking the time. It was just a bit after 1:00, I didn’t want to leave Kayla for too long. Without saying anything, I grabbed Carly by the waist and flipped her over. She quickly got on all fours and backed her ass up into me. There was a mirror next to the bed, so when Carly looked up, her reflection locked eyes with me and she bit her lip excitedly. She nudged her ass up higher, presenting herself to me. I grabbed her ass and slapped each cheek as Carly giggled. “C’mon baby, you know what I want. Can you come for me?” She asked, coaxing me now instead of begging.

I didn’t need her to ask twice. I grabbed her hips and guided my cock back inside her. Instantly she was without words again, just vibrating vowels as I picked up speed. She was able to take almost all ten inches now, but not without a whimper. I paused to smack her ass and she wiggled her butt up down and sideways, feeling my cock press against all her walls. I stopped and enjoyed her ass dancing around my cock, like a ballerina. I let out a growl of a moan. “Mmm, yeah, baby, am I gonna make you come?” she asked, looking up at me through the mirror with a thirsty look. “You want me to come?” I asked, leading her. “Yes, baby, I want it so bad, please.” She responded, now twerking up and down as fast as she could. “You want me to fuck you ‘til I come?” I asked her, in a mocking tone. She was panting now, “Please. Please! Fuck me until you come. Keep fucking me and don’t stop ‘til you come!” She said, pleadingly.

I grabbed her hips tight and brought her back deep onto my dick. Immediately her face fell down into the bed and she started screaming into the mattress as I fucked her hard and deep. Her pussy had an unbreakable grip like a mother’s hand around her child’s wrist who’s just fallen into a river. I groaned deeply as I pushed and pulled her hips in synchrony with my hard thrusts, it wasn’t going to take me long.

Carly was still screaming, muffled by the bed, but I could still hear bits of “Yes!” “Fuck!” and “Oh my fucking God!” I could feel every ridge of her pussy squeezing every vein of my cock, urging me desperately to come inside her. My cock twitched and a chill ran up my spine as I came hard. Moans beyond my control escaped me as I shot my load into Carly’s further tightening pussy. I could almost feel the circulation leaving my thick cock as her pussy pulsed with contractions. I won’t lie and say I came a full two liters or anything, but for the sensation I felt, I might as well have.

Carly fell sideways onto the bed and shook like she was being tazed. She looked at me and her eyes fluttered as she offered a smile. I smiled back before looking at the clock – 1:15, shit. I looked back at Carly and she was curled in the fetal position on the bed, still shivering every 30 seconds or so. I started putting my clothes on and I was almost dressed before she noticed. She opened her mouth to ask, but I was too quick for her, “I’ll be right back,” I lied. “Don’t go anywhere.” I said. She nodded and laid back down. One arm covering her forehead as she panted.

I stepped outside the door and ran quietly down the stairs. When I hit the landing at the bottom, Kayla, the blonde, and the brunette were all staring at me from the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what they knew and tried to make my expression unreadable. I walked over and realized it didn’t matter. Kayla’s skirt was hiked up almost high enough to see her pussy and her blouse was pulled down so low you could see part of her nipple (no doubt from flashing her tits more than a few times in the night). The blonde and brunette weren’t in much better shape, their dresses struggling to contain their busts, their bra mostly visible and their eyes half closed as they attempted to wave hello.

“Heyyyy, we were looking for youuuu…” Kayla said drunkenly as I approached. The blonde blushed as she said this. “Oh yeah? What do you mean ‘we’?” I asked, giving them a bemused look. Kayla got up close to me and pulled me down slightly. “Um…” Kayla whispered in my ear, “Lindsay wants to see your dick.” She said suddenly in a normal voice. The blonde, apparently Lindsay, blushed hard and slurred “Kayla, ohmygod, stop!” and turned away. The brunette was just laughing, but I could see her eyes fall to my crotch. “No, please, babe, she said she’s never seen a really big dick and I want to show her yours!” Kayla explained as she grabbed my half-hard cock with her hand. I laughed, but entertained her. “Lindsay?” I asked, “Do you want to see my dick?” I asked plainly. She blushed and giggled, but didn’t say anything.

“See, Kayla, she doesn’t want to see it. Let’s get going, is Jen okay?” I asked, grabbing our coats. “Yeah, she’s fine, I put her to bed.” she said dismissively. I helped her put on her coat and she grabbed my head to whisper to me again, “I heard someone fucking up there… it got me so hot, that’s why we were looking for you.” She said nibbling my ear lobe. I smiled and pushed her out the door, she shouted “Byeee girlsss…” In a knowing sort of way and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car.

Kayla shoved me up against the passenger door and gripped the back of my neck pulling me into her and moaning while she kissed me. She lifted her leg up and tried to grind on me. “Mmm, where were you?” She asked between kissing me. “Upstairs bathroom.” I lied and squeezed a handful of her ample ass. “I was gonna fuck you…” Kayla said, stopping to moan while I sucked on her neck, “in front of those girls.” She finished, giggling maniacally. “Well, I’m here now,” I told her, “get inside, it’s fucking freezing.”

Inside the car, I pulled the seat back and down. Kayla bent over and pulled down my pants and boxers in one deft movement. She climbed on top of me and guided my half-hard cock inside her. We fucked in the driveway for close to 45 minutes before I finally came again. It was amazing lying back while Kayla bounced on my cock until she was drenched in sweat, I’d never seen her work so hard. Her clothes were falling off her and anything still attached was soaking wet from sex and sweat.

She rode me like a champion, never slowing down, just mindlessly thrusting against me and screaming for my big dick to keep fucking her. When I finally came, we just laid there, me inside her, I almost fell asleep. But after a few minutes I picked her up and moved her to the passenger seat. Her panting became snoring as I buckled her in. I flicked on the headlights and thought I saw the blinds move in the upstairs window. I wondered if Carly knew which car was mine as I reversed and then drove home.

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