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The sounds of the party were a muted hum from inside the house as the three friends gathered around the fire pit looking out across the snowy valley, blankets across their laps and a warming red wine in their glasses. Selva sipped her drink, a warm buzz making her body tingle as she watched the other two, snuggled up together against the chill air. They’d been dancing inside, the music deep and bassy, the trio grinding against each other, giggling and touching until they had had to come outside to cool down, the sexual tension between them palpable.
The three of them were close and the heady combination of drum and bass and alcohol had loosened their inhibitions further.
“Do you know what I love most about sex,” Sandrillon said suddenly, leaning forward conspiratorially so that the others had to gather closer to hear her.
“Sucking cock?” Francis ventured, which made Sandrillon laugh. Selva smiled, her nose crinkled and her eyes danced mischievously. How sexy his friend looked, her make-up smudged, and her body relaxed as she shoved him, letting her hand linger on his arm, fingers wandering up to his biceps and giggling.
“Well, obviously I love that,” she smirked, “but no, what really gets me wet is thinking about the glide of lips on skin. I’m talking about from the beginning, you know what I mean, the slow build-up. When your lover kisses your fingertips then moves to drop butterfly kisses on the corner of your mouth, tracing lower across your throat, leaving you completely vulnerable, your eyes closed as they work their magic, trailing across your body. Imagine if there were more of you, the thought of giving yourself over to all those mouths, sucking fingers, cocks, clits. Not knowing or caring who’s tasting you or who you’re tasting.
She sat back and looked at them both. Francis was a little slack-jawed thinking about it and Selva was nodding, he could imagine her fingers tracing circles on Sandrillon’s thigh under the blanket.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Selva said. “It’s like when you’re all tangled together and it’s just sucking cocks, teasing nipples, tongues delving into hot, slick pussy.”
“Exactly,” said Sandrillon, “teasing your lover’s ass and listening to them moan, hearing the slide of the saliva, the sound of a tongue on flesh. Even the words turn me on. The mouth’s such a sensory part of your body and using it to taste, to explore, to pleasure is just so decadent. I would go so far as to say there’s nothing sexier than tasting my lover’s body; running my tongue over their most intimate parts and hearing the sounds they make as I do it. Do you agree?”
Selva sighed, her eyes closing as she thought about it, the tip of her tongue running over her own lips.
“You see,” she said to Francis who was still mesmerised. “The first thing Selva did was taste herself. Her body reacted to my words with the urge to lick, to taste, to caress herself with her tongue.”
Francis swallowed his own desire to taste both women making him hard.
“Imagine, Francis, you’re laying naked in front of the fire, with two mouths available. Two sets of lips to kiss your skin, two tongues to taste your cock, lick your balls… your ass,” Sandrillon continued, watching Francis. His tongue flickered out to lick his lips. “Two bodies to explore with your mouth as well as your fingers,” she whispered, her head even closer to them.
“Sandrillon, stop! You’re making me so wet,” Selva giggled, “and I don’t think Francis can get any harder!”
“Then maybe we should take it back to ours,” Sandrillon said, leaning over to stroke them both, her fingers teasing Francis’s stomach under his t-shirt, while her other hand slipped up between Selva’s thighs. “What do you think, should we continue this conversation in private?”
Francis looked through the window back into the house, watching the other guests at the party, all of them oblivious on the dance floor as the DJ continued to play the erotic beats. It was late and no one would care if they slipped away now. Selva leaned over to stroke his cheek, and the throb of his cock between his legs made it an easy decision.
“I’ll call a cab,” he said, as Selva squeezed Sandrillon’s hand, giggling as their fingers entwined.
***
The chalet they had rented for the week was small but cosy, and the Christmas tree and the glow of the fire added to the ambience of the evening. Sandrillon ran her hand over the soft material of the sofa, pushing her fingers through the fur of the cushions that were scattered across it. Her senses were heightened, and she revelled in the sensation of the fur on her skin. She wanted to get naked and enjoy the warmth all over her body. She watched Francis and Selva, leaning close and giggling as Francis opened a bottle of red wine, keen to keep the party going, as though he thought the girls might change their minds.
The fire was crackling in the grate and the scent of the pine logs, and the warmth of the room felt like a hug as she sank into the depths of the sofa and took the glass that Francis was offering. Her pussy was wet in anticipation as she took a sip, urging her friends to sit down, her body aching for their touch.
“Come, sit close,” she said to Francis, pulling him down next to her as Selva knelt beside him. “I want to feel your body warm against mine,” she said, stroking her fingers along his thigh.
“I feel like I’m finally thawing out after sitting outside,” Selva said, “but the view was so beautiful with the snow and the stars.”
“Let me put another log on the fire,” Francis said, “we want to keep the room cosy for what you two have in mind, I think.”
Sandrillon giggled and snuggled up to Selva as Francis stood, placing his wine glass on the table next to them. She took Selva’s and placed it with her own and then pulled her towards her, no longer able to wait before kissing her friend’s lips. They soon shed the cosy layers that they had bundled up in to leave the party, jumpers discarded across the floor as Francis rejoined them.
“Come, sit between us,’ Selva said, both girls turning their attention to him, stripping off his jumper too. “We both want to play with you,” she giggled.
***
Francis wrapped an arm around each of the girls, enjoying the feel of their cool skin against his, chest to chest, flesh warming a little where it touched, and his fingers buried in their hair to pull them closer. He kissed Sandrillon, their lips colliding, tongues delving into each other’s mouths and then Selva was demanding his attention, and he kissed her instead as Sandrillon teased his nipples, pressed up against him, the two girls laughing as they stroked and teased his body.
A threeway with friends kiss… Francis had imagined it but had never experienced it. To kiss his two best friends was even hotter than he had expected. The girls’ mouths were warm and moist, their breath hot, little whimpers escaping their lips as they took full advantage of him. His head dropped back as their hands slipped lower, roaming over the bulge of his cock that was straining at his jeans.
Selva unbuckled him, her fingers diving under the heavy denim, searching for the edge of his boxers as the kisses deepened, one then the other then both, lips trailing across his chest when they weren’t focused on his mouth. Fuck this was better than Sandrillon had described, the warmth of the room, the softness of their mouths, the raging hard-on in his pants. He needed to get more of their clothes off, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, having had enough of bras and trousers getting between them.
They broke apart for a moment, Francis unbuttoning each girl’s jeans as they giggled, kissing each other, pulling at his trousers, maintaining contact between all three even as they undressed.
Down to just underwear, Sandrillon kissed Selva as Francis watched on, his big hands pinching and slapping the soft flesh of each girl’s arse as they snogged, tongues tangling. Selva wrapped her hand around Sandrillon’s neck, pulling her close so she could bite her bottom lip. She pulled it into her mouth and gasped at Francis’s firm touch.
“Francis, you’re so hard,” Selva said, her hand covering his cock, teasing him through his boxers, “something tells me you like watching us kissing?”
“I fucking love it,” he groaned, his hands all over the curves of their bodies. “Sandrillon was right, the taste of you two is making me so hot. I want to lick every sexy inch of you both.”
“Then let’s get naked,” Sandrillon smiled, unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room, and Francis laughed as Selva did the same, pulling them closer so that he could pull a nipple into his mouth. Sandrillon gasped as he did, leaning forward to do the same to Selva, loving the sound that it brought from the girl’s mouth.
Hands on arses, mouth on breasts, lips on lips the three of them revelled in their nakedness, writhing against each other, everyone desperate to take it further.
“We want you naked too,” Selva said, tugging at his boxers, “I want to suck that big cock, and see if it tastes as good as it feels.”
Francis didn’t need asking twice, pushing his shorts down his legs and kicking them away, spreading his legs so that both girls could see exactly what he was packing, his cock bouncing up against his stomach.
“Very nice,” Sandrillon said, taking it in her hand, both girls leaning down to suck it in turn as Francis let his hands wander across their backs and down to their naked bums. As Sandrillon sucked him, swirling her tongue over the head, letting her saliva cover the length of him, Francis pushed his fingers into her hair, urging her on as her head bobbed up and down on the thick shaft. Selva took the opportunity to kiss him again, seemingly desperate to feel his soft lips on hers, the scent of his aftershave and the light sheen of sweat covering them all giving off a heady smell of desire.
Sandrillon pulled Selva down closer to her, leaning back a little so that Selva could wrap her lips around the head of Francis’s cock while she licked the length, making him growl with lust, his head dropping back onto the soft fur of the cushions.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking good,” he murmured.
He watched the girls giving him the best head of his life, their arses in the air, little lace thongs straining over their curves. They stopped briefly to kiss each other, the saliva dripping down their chins as they tasted Francis on each other’s lips. He let his hand smooth over Selva’s arse, pushing aside the tiny thong that was barely covering her pussy, desperate to feel how wet she was, to feel how wet having his cock in her mouth was making her.
He slid two fingers into her, her pussy soaking as she gagged on his cock, spreading her legs to give him better access. He watched as she writhed against his hand, her soft moans reverberating around his cock as she sucked it, enjoying the feel of her as she gripped his fingers with her tight cunt. He thrust his cock deep into her throat as Sandrillon kissed up his chest, finding his lips again, biting his bottom lip and teasing him with her tongue.
“Me too,” she begged, as she watched him fingering Selva, and she bent over again, taking her turn to suck his dick as he sat forward, and slipped his fingers deep in both pussies as the girls took it in turns to suck him.
“Fuck yes,” Sandrillon squealed as he fingered them both hard, their arses jiggling, juices dripping between their legs. All three bodies connected, fingers, tongues, mouths, all of them gasping as they pleasured each other.
“I want those panties off,” Francis growled, and Sandrillon did as she was told, stripping off the wisp of lace that was the last item between her and complete skin-on-skin access to the others.
“Lay down,” Sandrillon commanded, straddling Francis’s face as he obeyed, slipping down amongst the softness of the sofa, Selva between his legs. With Sandrillon’s pussy in reach of his lips and his cock buried in Selva’s mouth, Francis was in sensory overload, his fingers pinching nipples as his tongue delved into the creamy depths of Sandrillon’s soaking cunt. His lips found her clit, nipping and sucking as she writhed on top of him. He greedily ate her, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud, trying not to get distracted as Selva deep-throated him, nuzzling into Sandrillon as though he might suffocate in her pussy, deciding that right now he wouldn’t care if he did.
The little gasps and moans of pleasure coming from Sandrillon were matched by Francis as Selva took her tongue further south, teasing his balls. He held his breath as she moved a little lower, not sure where she was going, and then he arched up against Sandrillon with a growl of desire as Selva’s tongue darted into the tight pucker of his arse. For a moment he tensed, not having been penetrated there before, but the intense feeling spreading through him was impossible to ignore and he gave into it, raising his legs so she could get deeper inside him, her tongue probing and tasting, licking and delving inside him.
“You like that, baby?” Sandrillon asked, holding his legs back, “does that feel good?”
“Fuck yeah,” Francis gasped, and Sandrillon gasped as his voice vibrated against her clit, leaning forward to suck his cock as Selva continued her gentle assault on his arse. He was completely at their mercy, legs in the air, head pinned by Sandrillon’s pussy as they sucked and licked and he lay back and revelled in the soft wetness in front of him, teasing her clit as Selva teased him.
The sound of slurping, sucking, moaning and the slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.
“I want that cock inside me,” Selva demanded, pulling off her panties too. She wasted no time straddling Francis and slowly lowered herself down onto him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered, her pussy dripping as he slipped easily inside her. Leaning forward, she caught Sandrillon’s mouth with hers, and he imagined the earthy taste of his arse on her lips, heightening their desire as they kissed. Lips on mouths, on breasts, on pussy, the three of them connected again as Francis ate Sandrillon out, groaning as his dick disappeared inside Selva, her enthusiastic bouncing making him even harder than he thought possible.
“My turn, my turn,” Sandrillon gasped as she squirmed on Francis’s mouth, “I want his cock too.”
Selva backed up to give Sandrillon room, moving from Francis’s mouth to hover over his cock, positioning herself above the thick shaft. Francis gripped her hips as she stabilised herself on his chest and then pulled her down, burying himself deep inside her.
“Wow that’s big,” she gasped, “fuck Francis, that’s hitting all the right places.” She leaned back, riding him as Selva knelt up in front of her, sliding her fingers across her clit. The girls kissed as Francis thrust inside her, holding her in position with his strong hands on her waist. Sandrillon gave herself over to the sensations as her two friends worked together to get her off, unable to move, only able to enjoy the feel of them both as they teased her, Selva kissing her as she rubbed her hard and fast, making her moan against her lips. Then she leaned back, and Francis watched Sandrillon’s face as they both brought her closer to orgasm, Francis’s cock buried in her cunt. While Francis watched, Sandrillon slid her finger into Selva’s mouth, feeling around in the warm wetness of her mouth, as if it were her pussy.
Selva held her hips, pulling her down onto Francis’s cock, sucking his finger too, the three of them skin on skin, lips on lips, fingers on breasts, clits, balls.
Selva slid behind Sandrillon, teasing Francis’s mouth with hers, biting his lip, and kissing him as he fucked Sandrillon.
“I think Francis needs some more attention,” Selva said, and Sandrillon smiled, nodding her agreement and climbing off him so that the girls could suck his cock again. She must be tasting herself on him, loving the sweet taste of her pussy all over his dick. Selva pushed his leg out of her way and took her tongue back to his soft, ready arsehole, playing with him, drawing out whimpers as she did. The girls licked, sucked and kissed as they gave him exactly what he wanted, all of them desperate to connect.
“Fuck, ladies, as good as this is, I want to watch you lick each other before I cum,” Francis growled, “Sandrillon get on your back, I want Selva to lick your wet little pussy.”
Selva squealed with excitement, and within moments, she had spread Sandrillon’s legs and buried her face in the wet folds of her cunt, making Sandrillon gasp as she filled her with her tongue, nuzzling her clit with her nose, arse in the air.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Francis said, positioning himself behind Selva to give himself a perfect view as he grabbed her arse and thrust himself into her, his balls slapping against her as she licked Sandrillon’s pussy, slipping two fingers into her and curling them inside.
As Francis fucked her, Selva rubbed her own clit with her free hand, her face buried between Sandrillon’s thighs, her mouth and fingers working her friend’s pussy. It was the hottest thing that Francis could imagine, let alone be part of. Yet here he was, the visuals as amazing as the sensations his two friends were creating in his dick.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Selva whimpered, Francis’s cock bringing her to the brink and her own busy fingers drawing her orgasm closer. He imagined the scent of Sandrillon’s pussy in her nostrils, the soft material of the sofa caressing her breasts and the feeling of being clamped between Sandrillon’s thighs as Francis slapped her arse, along with the thrust of his cock. It tipped her over the edge and she gasped and shuddered between them as her orgasm claimed her, her body shaking, her eyes closing. Francis was still slamming into her, her fingers still jammed inside Sandrillon.
Selva gasped and pulled back a little, and they slowly sat up, giggling. Sandrillon kissed Selva as she came down from the high, but Francis wasn’t finished with them yet. He pulled Sandrillon between his legs, letting her relax against Selva. With both girls’ legs on his shoulder, he slipped back inside Sandrillon as Selva played with her tits as she cradled her in her arms.
Selva wriggled her foot into Francis’s mouth, giggling as he sucked her toes, pinching and tweaking Sandrillon’s nipples, watching as she rubbed her clit. Francis’s cock buried deep in Sandrillon, fucking her hard. It was so intense watching being watched by his friend who he’s just thoroughly fucked as she slowly came down from her own orgasm high, knowing she knew exactly how Sandrillon was feeling having just cum all over Francis’s cock herself. Sandrillon was gasping and moaning as Francis pounded into her. Selva held her, kissing her as Sandrillon brought herself closer, her fingers busy on her clit, Francis leaning forward to kiss them both. It was as though they were one, skin on skin, each one’s pleasure felt by the others as Francis fucked Sandrillon until she came panting and squealing his name, arching up into Selva’s hands as she stroked her body.
Francis felt Sandrillon throbbing around him, her cunt clutching at his cock as her orgasm shook her and he finally let himself go, filling her tight little pussy with a stream of hot jizz, his cock pulsing until he thought it would never end.
He collapsed on top of the girls then pushed himself up on his hands, grinning at them both as they giggled.
“Well, that was something else,” he said laughing, leaning forward to kiss them both, Sandrillon reaching up to kiss Selva too, all tasting each other on their lips, the three of them one giggling heap of naked flesh, sated and sweaty.
“I think I have to agree with you, Sandrillon,” Selva said softly as Francis nodded. “The taste of your lovers, the skin on skin, tongues in pussies, mouths, cocks and arses is most definitely the best thing about it.”
The End
The three of them were close and the heady combination of drum and bass and alcohol had loosened their inhibitions further.
“Do you know what I love most about sex,” Sandrillon said suddenly, leaning forward conspiratorially so that the others had to gather closer to hear her.
“Sucking cock?” Francis ventured, which made Sandrillon laugh. Selva smiled, her nose crinkled and her eyes danced mischievously. How sexy his friend looked, her make-up smudged, and her body relaxed as she shoved him, letting her hand linger on his arm, fingers wandering up to his biceps and giggling.
“Well, obviously I love that,” she smirked, “but no, what really gets me wet is thinking about the glide of lips on skin. I’m talking about from the beginning, you know what I mean, the slow build-up. When your lover kisses your fingertips then moves to drop butterfly kisses on the corner of your mouth, tracing lower across your throat, leaving you completely vulnerable, your eyes closed as they work their magic, trailing across your body. Imagine if there were more of you, the thought of giving yourself over to all those mouths, sucking fingers, cocks, clits. Not knowing or caring who’s tasting you or who you’re tasting.
She sat back and looked at them both. Francis was a little slack-jawed thinking about it and Selva was nodding, he could imagine her fingers tracing circles on Sandrillon’s thigh under the blanket.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Selva said. “It’s like when you’re all tangled together and it’s just sucking cocks, teasing nipples, tongues delving into hot, slick pussy.”
“Exactly,” said Sandrillon, “teasing your lover’s ass and listening to them moan, hearing the slide of the saliva, the sound of a tongue on flesh. Even the words turn me on. The mouth’s such a sensory part of your body and using it to taste, to explore, to pleasure is just so decadent. I would go so far as to say there’s nothing sexier than tasting my lover’s body; running my tongue over their most intimate parts and hearing the sounds they make as I do it. Do you agree?”
Selva sighed, her eyes closing as she thought about it, the tip of her tongue running over her own lips.
“You see,” she said to Francis who was still mesmerised. “The first thing Selva did was taste herself. Her body reacted to my words with the urge to lick, to taste, to caress herself with her tongue.”
Francis swallowed his own desire to taste both women making him hard.
“Imagine, Francis, you’re laying naked in front of the fire, with two mouths available. Two sets of lips to kiss your skin, two tongues to taste your cock, lick your balls… your ass,” Sandrillon continued, watching Francis. His tongue flickered out to lick his lips. “Two bodies to explore with your mouth as well as your fingers,” she whispered, her head even closer to them.
“Sandrillon, stop! You’re making me so wet,” Selva giggled, “and I don’t think Francis can get any harder!”
“Then maybe we should take it back to ours,” Sandrillon said, leaning over to stroke them both, her fingers teasing Francis’s stomach under his t-shirt, while her other hand slipped up between Selva’s thighs. “What do you think, should we continue this conversation in private?”
Francis looked through the window back into the house, watching the other guests at the party, all of them oblivious on the dance floor as the DJ continued to play the erotic beats. It was late and no one would care if they slipped away now. Selva leaned over to stroke his cheek, and the throb of his cock between his legs made it an easy decision.
“I’ll call a cab,” he said, as Selva squeezed Sandrillon’s hand, giggling as their fingers entwined.
***
The chalet they had rented for the week was small but cosy, and the Christmas tree and the glow of the fire added to the ambience of the evening. Sandrillon ran her hand over the soft material of the sofa, pushing her fingers through the fur of the cushions that were scattered across it. Her senses were heightened, and she revelled in the sensation of the fur on her skin. She wanted to get naked and enjoy the warmth all over her body. She watched Francis and Selva, leaning close and giggling as Francis opened a bottle of red wine, keen to keep the party going, as though he thought the girls might change their minds.
The fire was crackling in the grate and the scent of the pine logs, and the warmth of the room felt like a hug as she sank into the depths of the sofa and took the glass that Francis was offering. Her pussy was wet in anticipation as she took a sip, urging her friends to sit down, her body aching for their touch.
“Come, sit close,” she said to Francis, pulling him down next to her as Selva knelt beside him. “I want to feel your body warm against mine,” she said, stroking her fingers along his thigh.
“I feel like I’m finally thawing out after sitting outside,” Selva said, “but the view was so beautiful with the snow and the stars.”
“Let me put another log on the fire,” Francis said, “we want to keep the room cosy for what you two have in mind, I think.”
Sandrillon giggled and snuggled up to Selva as Francis stood, placing his wine glass on the table next to them. She took Selva’s and placed it with her own and then pulled her towards her, no longer able to wait before kissing her friend’s lips. They soon shed the cosy layers that they had bundled up in to leave the party, jumpers discarded across the floor as Francis rejoined them.
“Come, sit between us,’ Selva said, both girls turning their attention to him, stripping off his jumper too. “We both want to play with you,” she giggled.
***
Francis wrapped an arm around each of the girls, enjoying the feel of their cool skin against his, chest to chest, flesh warming a little where it touched, and his fingers buried in their hair to pull them closer. He kissed Sandrillon, their lips colliding, tongues delving into each other’s mouths and then Selva was demanding his attention, and he kissed her instead as Sandrillon teased his nipples, pressed up against him, the two girls laughing as they stroked and teased his body.
A threeway with friends kiss… Francis had imagined it but had never experienced it. To kiss his two best friends was even hotter than he had expected. The girls’ mouths were warm and moist, their breath hot, little whimpers escaping their lips as they took full advantage of him. His head dropped back as their hands slipped lower, roaming over the bulge of his cock that was straining at his jeans.
Selva unbuckled him, her fingers diving under the heavy denim, searching for the edge of his boxers as the kisses deepened, one then the other then both, lips trailing across his chest when they weren’t focused on his mouth. Fuck this was better than Sandrillon had described, the warmth of the room, the softness of their mouths, the raging hard-on in his pants. He needed to get more of their clothes off, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, having had enough of bras and trousers getting between them.
They broke apart for a moment, Francis unbuttoning each girl’s jeans as they giggled, kissing each other, pulling at his trousers, maintaining contact between all three even as they undressed.
Down to just underwear, Sandrillon kissed Selva as Francis watched on, his big hands pinching and slapping the soft flesh of each girl’s arse as they snogged, tongues tangling. Selva wrapped her hand around Sandrillon’s neck, pulling her close so she could bite her bottom lip. She pulled it into her mouth and gasped at Francis’s firm touch.
“Francis, you’re so hard,” Selva said, her hand covering his cock, teasing him through his boxers, “something tells me you like watching us kissing?”
“I fucking love it,” he groaned, his hands all over the curves of their bodies. “Sandrillon was right, the taste of you two is making me so hot. I want to lick every sexy inch of you both.”
“Then let’s get naked,” Sandrillon smiled, unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room, and Francis laughed as Selva did the same, pulling them closer so that he could pull a nipple into his mouth. Sandrillon gasped as he did, leaning forward to do the same to Selva, loving the sound that it brought from the girl’s mouth.
Hands on arses, mouth on breasts, lips on lips the three of them revelled in their nakedness, writhing against each other, everyone desperate to take it further.
“We want you naked too,” Selva said, tugging at his boxers, “I want to suck that big cock, and see if it tastes as good as it feels.”
Francis didn’t need asking twice, pushing his shorts down his legs and kicking them away, spreading his legs so that both girls could see exactly what he was packing, his cock bouncing up against his stomach.
“Very nice,” Sandrillon said, taking it in her hand, both girls leaning down to suck it in turn as Francis let his hands wander across their backs and down to their naked bums. As Sandrillon sucked him, swirling her tongue over the head, letting her saliva cover the length of him, Francis pushed his fingers into her hair, urging her on as her head bobbed up and down on the thick shaft. Selva took the opportunity to kiss him again, seemingly desperate to feel his soft lips on hers, the scent of his aftershave and the light sheen of sweat covering them all giving off a heady smell of desire.
Sandrillon pulled Selva down closer to her, leaning back a little so that Selva could wrap her lips around the head of Francis’s cock while she licked the length, making him growl with lust, his head dropping back onto the soft fur of the cushions.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking good,” he murmured.
He watched the girls giving him the best head of his life, their arses in the air, little lace thongs straining over their curves. They stopped briefly to kiss each other, the saliva dripping down their chins as they tasted Francis on each other’s lips. He let his hand smooth over Selva’s arse, pushing aside the tiny thong that was barely covering her pussy, desperate to feel how wet she was, to feel how wet having his cock in her mouth was making her.
He slid two fingers into her, her pussy soaking as she gagged on his cock, spreading her legs to give him better access. He watched as she writhed against his hand, her soft moans reverberating around his cock as she sucked it, enjoying the feel of her as she gripped his fingers with her tight cunt. He thrust his cock deep into her throat as Sandrillon kissed up his chest, finding his lips again, biting his bottom lip and teasing him with her tongue.
“Me too,” she begged, as she watched him fingering Selva, and she bent over again, taking her turn to suck his dick as he sat forward, and slipped his fingers deep in both pussies as the girls took it in turns to suck him.
“Fuck yes,” Sandrillon squealed as he fingered them both hard, their arses jiggling, juices dripping between their legs. All three bodies connected, fingers, tongues, mouths, all of them gasping as they pleasured each other.
“I want those panties off,” Francis growled, and Sandrillon did as she was told, stripping off the wisp of lace that was the last item between her and complete skin-on-skin access to the others.
“Lay down,” Sandrillon commanded, straddling Francis’s face as he obeyed, slipping down amongst the softness of the sofa, Selva between his legs. With Sandrillon’s pussy in reach of his lips and his cock buried in Selva’s mouth, Francis was in sensory overload, his fingers pinching nipples as his tongue delved into the creamy depths of Sandrillon’s soaking cunt. His lips found her clit, nipping and sucking as she writhed on top of him. He greedily ate her, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud, trying not to get distracted as Selva deep-throated him, nuzzling into Sandrillon as though he might suffocate in her pussy, deciding that right now he wouldn’t care if he did.
The little gasps and moans of pleasure coming from Sandrillon were matched by Francis as Selva took her tongue further south, teasing his balls. He held his breath as she moved a little lower, not sure where she was going, and then he arched up against Sandrillon with a growl of desire as Selva’s tongue darted into the tight pucker of his arse. For a moment he tensed, not having been penetrated there before, but the intense feeling spreading through him was impossible to ignore and he gave into it, raising his legs so she could get deeper inside him, her tongue probing and tasting, licking and delving inside him.
“You like that, baby?” Sandrillon asked, holding his legs back, “does that feel good?”
“Fuck yeah,” Francis gasped, and Sandrillon gasped as his voice vibrated against her clit, leaning forward to suck his cock as Selva continued her gentle assault on his arse. He was completely at their mercy, legs in the air, head pinned by Sandrillon’s pussy as they sucked and licked and he lay back and revelled in the soft wetness in front of him, teasing her clit as Selva teased him.
The sound of slurping, sucking, moaning and the slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.
“I want that cock inside me,” Selva demanded, pulling off her panties too. She wasted no time straddling Francis and slowly lowered herself down onto him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered, her pussy dripping as he slipped easily inside her. Leaning forward, she caught Sandrillon’s mouth with hers, and he imagined the earthy taste of his arse on her lips, heightening their desire as they kissed. Lips on mouths, on breasts, on pussy, the three of them connected again as Francis ate Sandrillon out, groaning as his dick disappeared inside Selva, her enthusiastic bouncing making him even harder than he thought possible.
“My turn, my turn,” Sandrillon gasped as she squirmed on Francis’s mouth, “I want his cock too.”
Selva backed up to give Sandrillon room, moving from Francis’s mouth to hover over his cock, positioning herself above the thick shaft. Francis gripped her hips as she stabilised herself on his chest and then pulled her down, burying himself deep inside her.
“Wow that’s big,” she gasped, “fuck Francis, that’s hitting all the right places.” She leaned back, riding him as Selva knelt up in front of her, sliding her fingers across her clit. The girls kissed as Francis thrust inside her, holding her in position with his strong hands on her waist. Sandrillon gave herself over to the sensations as her two friends worked together to get her off, unable to move, only able to enjoy the feel of them both as they teased her, Selva kissing her as she rubbed her hard and fast, making her moan against her lips. Then she leaned back, and Francis watched Sandrillon’s face as they both brought her closer to orgasm, Francis’s cock buried in her cunt. While Francis watched, Sandrillon slid her finger into Selva’s mouth, feeling around in the warm wetness of her mouth, as if it were her pussy.
Selva held her hips, pulling her down onto Francis’s cock, sucking his finger too, the three of them skin on skin, lips on lips, fingers on breasts, clits, balls.
Selva slid behind Sandrillon, teasing Francis’s mouth with hers, biting his lip, and kissing him as he fucked Sandrillon.
“I think Francis needs some more attention,” Selva said, and Sandrillon smiled, nodding her agreement and climbing off him so that the girls could suck his cock again. She must be tasting herself on him, loving the sweet taste of her pussy all over his dick. Selva pushed his leg out of her way and took her tongue back to his soft, ready arsehole, playing with him, drawing out whimpers as she did. The girls licked, sucked and kissed as they gave him exactly what he wanted, all of them desperate to connect.
“Fuck, ladies, as good as this is, I want to watch you lick each other before I cum,” Francis growled, “Sandrillon get on your back, I want Selva to lick your wet little pussy.”
Selva squealed with excitement, and within moments, she had spread Sandrillon’s legs and buried her face in the wet folds of her cunt, making Sandrillon gasp as she filled her with her tongue, nuzzling her clit with her nose, arse in the air.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Francis said, positioning himself behind Selva to give himself a perfect view as he grabbed her arse and thrust himself into her, his balls slapping against her as she licked Sandrillon’s pussy, slipping two fingers into her and curling them inside.
As Francis fucked her, Selva rubbed her own clit with her free hand, her face buried between Sandrillon’s thighs, her mouth and fingers working her friend’s pussy. It was the hottest thing that Francis could imagine, let alone be part of. Yet here he was, the visuals as amazing as the sensations his two friends were creating in his dick.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Selva whimpered, Francis’s cock bringing her to the brink and her own busy fingers drawing her orgasm closer. He imagined the scent of Sandrillon’s pussy in her nostrils, the soft material of the sofa caressing her breasts and the feeling of being clamped between Sandrillon’s thighs as Francis slapped her arse, along with the thrust of his cock. It tipped her over the edge and she gasped and shuddered between them as her orgasm claimed her, her body shaking, her eyes closing. Francis was still slamming into her, her fingers still jammed inside Sandrillon.
Selva gasped and pulled back a little, and they slowly sat up, giggling. Sandrillon kissed Selva as she came down from the high, but Francis wasn’t finished with them yet. He pulled Sandrillon between his legs, letting her relax against Selva. With both girls’ legs on his shoulder, he slipped back inside Sandrillon as Selva played with her tits as she cradled her in her arms.
Selva wriggled her foot into Francis’s mouth, giggling as he sucked her toes, pinching and tweaking Sandrillon’s nipples, watching as she rubbed her clit. Francis’s cock buried deep in Sandrillon, fucking her hard. It was so intense watching being watched by his friend who he’s just thoroughly fucked as she slowly came down from her own orgasm high, knowing she knew exactly how Sandrillon was feeling having just cum all over Francis’s cock herself. Sandrillon was gasping and moaning as Francis pounded into her. Selva held her, kissing her as Sandrillon brought herself closer, her fingers busy on her clit, Francis leaning forward to kiss them both. It was as though they were one, skin on skin, each one’s pleasure felt by the others as Francis fucked Sandrillon until she came panting and squealing his name, arching up into Selva’s hands as she stroked her body.
Francis felt Sandrillon throbbing around him, her cunt clutching at his cock as her orgasm shook her and he finally let himself go, filling her tight little pussy with a stream of hot jizz, his cock pulsing until he thought it would never end.
He collapsed on top of the girls then pushed himself up on his hands, grinning at them both as they giggled.
“Well, that was something else,” he said laughing, leaning forward to kiss them both, Sandrillon reaching up to kiss Selva too, all tasting each other on their lips, the three of them one giggling heap of naked flesh, sated and sweaty.
“I think I have to agree with you, Sandrillon,” Selva said softly as Francis nodded. “The taste of your lovers, the skin on skin, tongues in pussies, mouths, cocks and arses is most definitely the best thing about it.”
The End
