It was a lonely Wednesday night when the urge struck me. I’m not usually a lonely man, but lately the well’s been a little dry. I have a lot of female friends, but don’t get laid much. As a result, I’m constantly frustrated. They say I’m good looking, and most of them know from experience that I’m not a bad lay, I just can’t seem to maintain a relationship.
Anyway, I was feeling like getting some action, but wasn’t sure how to go about getting what I wanted. I didn’t want run-of-the-mill, ordinary missionary style penetration. I wanted hardcore, up the ass, my dick in her mouth, ride-her-dirty smut. Better yet, how about two kitties to play with? The possibilities were endless. So naturally, I called up two of my old lays, gorgeous girls who I’m still friends with only by virtue of their tits being the best I’ve ever seen.
I called Maxine first. “Hey, Max, I’m having a party here tonight. Just a couple people, will you come?”
She’s a little bit of a booze whore, so the first thing she asked was whether I would have alcohol. “Of course, honey, just bring your beautiful self.” One down, one to go. Literally, hopefully. Jenny’s phone rang and rang, and I was afraid I would be stuck with just one girl, when suddenly she picked up.
“Yes?” Her snappy voice softened when she recognized my voice, and the dick attached to it. She fucks me when she’s between boyfriends, and it’s good for both of us. Now, both the girls thought I would be having a party, so I had to act fast when they got there. Of course, there was no party.
Max showed up first, in a silky little dress that barely covered her cunt, and every time she tugged it down it showed a sliver of the brown circle surrounding her nipple. Her nipples, good god that girl had nipples. The nipple of each breast was long and constantly erect, while the dark circle surrounding it was small and flat. Her breasts caught my attention as she bent to set her bag down, perfect round double d’s, balanced precariously over her flat stomach.
She never wore a bra, which always left stunned men behind her wherever she went. I quickly moved behind her to catch a look up her skirt, and was rewarded by the view of the sheer back of a white thong separating her asscheeks. Max should have been a model. Her ass just begs for something between those juicy glutes. I handed her a drink- a strong one, since I had stocked up on Everclear, just as the doorbell rang. Jenny walked in like she owned the place.