We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we didn't expect to be home until after midnight.
Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, neither Natalie nor her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the entertainment.
Both Natalie and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.
It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Natalie's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Natalie, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her. How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little.
Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to, had given him an enormous erection, which sprung free impressing both of us. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Natalie's hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.
Natalie's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Natalie began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. At the same time, we gasped and they heard us.
Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and sedate only a moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. He would have made it if you hadn't grabbed him.
"Whoa," you smiled, shoving him into a chair, his pants still unbuckled, his dick, now soft but still significant, poking out of his white underwear.
Natalie was covering her face with her hands; then, crying unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly.
Except for your quick movement, I guess we didn't know exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK. But we were both trying with only moderate success to hold back our own excitement, not wanting them to feel any more humiliated than they obviously were.
The boy was in the chair, shaking and Natalie was on her knees in front of me, sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't tell my mother," she said frantically. "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I won't do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'll do ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do ANYTHING!"
With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised her face and looked up at me. I was standing there with my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don't be ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm down, and for God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing to apologize for...but that's when I realized that she had said "I'll do ANYTHING!"
"Anything?" I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell. They will KILL me. Please. I will do ANYTHING. Please. Preettty please??? with a cherry on top???" Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine.
As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face.
"Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and rapidly growing prick. "It looked to me like you were beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be happy to continue your lessons!"
For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do; then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head of my cock with her luscious young lips. From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively.
You stood next to me. "He likes for you to lick it, not just to suck it," you informed her. I could hear, or maybe feel, Natalie as she moaned softly.
"Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way to his balls. Let me show you."
With that you turned to the chair. The boy, whose name we later learned was Edward, was still sitting there. While he had barely moved, his pants had as his cock, responding to the blowjob Natalie was giving me, began to revive. You knelt in front of him and pushed his jeans past his hips, lowering your mouth to his strong young dick. You began to lick, following your own instructions to the letter, starting at the tip and then kissing your way down his shaft until you were at his balls. You sucked one then the other into hungry mouth, turned on by his moans. Then you reversed course, swallowing the head of his swollen prick.
An apt pupil, Natalie followed your instructions with increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, she gently lifted them, caressing them in her hand. She turned to watch you as you moved back down Edward's hard dick to his balls and then past them, your tongue inching towards his asshole. It was almost more than Edward could take and, when Natalie imitated you, almost more than I could take.
She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet pussy. You went back to Edward to feel him do the same.
"That's so beautiful," you said lifting your mouth from Edward's throbbing dick. "God I love to watch you fuck her mouth. You're about to cum, aren't you," you added knowingly. "Now listen, Natalie," you implored, "try to swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry. Drive him crazy."
From my viewpoint, as I watched Natalie lick and suck me, I could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened blouse. Even as she was sucking me, I had the presence of mind to continue what Edward had started and open the one remaining button. Released from their bondage, Natalie's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up, nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as she moved. I cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples as I felt my cum rush through my cock.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum," Edward blurted.
Quickly you moved to the head of his dick, enclosing it with your lips, just in time as he spurted into your waiting mouth.
Natalie was almost as fast. Reacting to my groans, she brought her mouth to the tip of my dick, just as I began to erupt. The first shot hit her face. She opened wider to push her lips around my pulsing cock, making sure she didn't miss any more.
Despite your admonitions, Natalie couldn't handle it all. She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but she was too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her upturned face.
Edward fell back in the chair, breaking the last strands of his cum connecting his cock to your mouth. I fell back too, my softening dick slipping from Natalie's lips.
I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you were quick to notice it too. Edward and I might have been wiped out, but you were still full of energy. With Natalie's mouth full; cum continuing to slowly ooze out of the corners of her mouth, you moved quickly to her and put your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart, share your load of cum with hers. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my cum and Edward's cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored each other.
As you kissed her, your hands groped for her tits. You were still dressed in a simple skirt and sweater. Natalie slipped her hands beneath the top until she found the clasp of your bra. She deftly unhooked it and broke the kiss just long enough to push both the sweater and bra off of you. Her lips found yours again and this time she began to grope for your smaller breasts. I loved your body, but your 34-B cup was no comparison for Natalie's 36-C. You had breasts, She had tits.
The sight of you two beautiful women kissing each other passionately was incredibly exciting to me -- and to Edward. Even though I had just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin to harden in response to the visual feast. Edward revived even faster. Oh to be 18 again.
