Amelia languidly rises and turns. Her cock hangs low enough to more than peek out from the hem of her tee. It's flaccid, yet still has obvious heft and weight to it. On the grower-shower spectrum, she certainly leans closer to the shower end. Meanwhile her tits distend the tee's front and afford an excellent view down her collar. The heat of the late Colorado summer eve has left her sweating, and the thin fabric clings so close in spots that it's transparent. You glimpse the shape of her navel nestled in her almost pudgy tummy, and make out the champagne hue of her nipples. Her nipples are inverted, and so soft looking -- you want to suck the sweat off them. You want to lie against the softness of her body and nurse. Yet in among that womanly figure of hers, there it hangs, the biggest cock you've ever seen, dark and veiny and smelly. Although you can detect notes of both Amelia and Olivia's perfumes in the air, and their natural womanly scents, and the feminine sweetness of their arousal... these are only undertones, almost wholly overpowered by the brain-melting reek of cock and sperm.
Olivia's body is just as inviting. Her pale skin is as smooth as polished porcelain. She isn't as meaty as Amelia, but the crease of her ass with the back of her thighs is enough to make you drool. Her slightly less plump build only accentuates the natural curves of her figure: a woman all woman, for sure. This is your first time seeing her naked, but she shows no reservations or shyness about it. Smiling bright, she turns over and lies propped up on one elbow. And you think it's no coincidence that she lets her legs drift open, to display to you her naked cunt. Amelia's had her way already, all right: Olivia is leaking jizz from her lower holes. It's thick, still wet, slickening both fuckholes, and slickens too the manicured bush adorning her mound. Ropes of cum dangle between her pubes like twine strung across grass. It glistens in the gauzy light. Cum streaks the underside of her tits, too, and oozes from between her cleavage, tracing a path between the well-defined hollow of her neck down to her sternum. What a sweetheart, you think, to let Amelia fuck her tits as well.
"Get comfortable," Olivia says. "Stay a while."
You strip, unable to resist any more than if you'd been ordered at gunpoint. How could you possibly say no to such beautiful women as these two? Amelia watches you with the ambivalent expression she always wears, one of near-worship battling primate lust. Olivia watches with an empty-headed smile and curiosity that comes off as almost childlike.
"How old did you say you were again?" Olivia asks.
"16."
"Oh my. That's dangerous, isn't it?" She gives Amelia a sly grin, which makes Amelia wilt and blush and stare at the ground.
"Technically legal..." Amelia says.
Olivia giggles. "Cradle robber." For a moment she watches you, and you watch her back. She seems to enjoy the attention. But she also senses your bone-deep exhaustion: "You look very tired. Maybe you need to rest."
"Yeah... yeah, you're right."
"All sexed out, then?" She asks. Maybe a little disappointed, but staying bright and gracious and welcoming all the same -- she just wants you to enjoy yourself.
"I can still sex," you drawl. "I can... sex. A lot."
"Uh... huh," Olivia says, nodding, patronizing.
Amelia clears her throat. "You know, Wes... Liv has this way she likes to be lulled to sleep..."
"Mmm," Olivia purrs, her smile turning dreamy. "Smart. Yes. Come and help me get to sleep, Wesley."
"How?" You ask.
"Give me a goodnight kiss."
You lurch forward, dragging your feet, and you nearly fall as you ease down to all fours to lie atop her. Your body feels so heavy under gravity's pull, and uncoordinated. When your head hits the soft cushion of her tummy, when you feel the heat of her skin against your clammy face -- if you didn't have the promise of a kiss with a woman so pretty to keep you going, you'd let your burning eyes clamp shut, then and there. Your mental comparison from before was precisely right: she has the give and squish of a human-sized, unleavened mound of dough. You wriggle and writhe to draw level with her, luxuriating in that pliable softness, half-consciously nuzzling her the way a kid would nuzzle a teddy bear. As your face draws up and over her doughy tits, you end up smeared with cum, but you don't mind at all. Nor does Olivia mind the pearly wads of Amelia's still-warm cock milk dripping off your nose and lips as she puckers up and draws you into a lewd French kiss. She wraps her thick legs around your tailbone and her hands around the back of your skull, pressing your body deeper into hers. You feel totally enveloped. But you aren't at all. Because moments later, Amelia settles on top of you -- then you truly know what it's like to be enveloped by the fleshy confines of two mature women's bodies.
They pet and caress you and writhe gently against you and coo. They baby you. They're soft all over, jiggly and pliant, and so, so warm. Olivia's mouth is sweet like raspberries, but the cloying pungency of Amelia's spunk passing back and forth between your lips is much more powerful. Over the course of long minutes, this changes. You and Olivia each swallow your share of Amelia's thick load, and the candy sweetness of Olivia's kiss slowly rises to the fore, coating your tongue, making you crave for more. Amelia meanwhile is getting a hard-on. That prong against your ass, spongy and hot, but hard, makes such a wonderful contrast to the sea of fat you're swimming in. While you kiss with Olivia, Amelia kisses you -- all over -- nape and forehead, shoulder-blades and spine, crown and cheek. But she especially likes to suck your neck, your thin and vulnerable neck, so she puts a special focus there. Her kisses are hungry, growly, purry things, punctuated by nips and long wet licks. And she has other gentle cruelties to wage. Whenever she nibbles your earlobes, it makes you shudder, and the blast of hot air she exhales into your ear canal, sounding like a gale, tingles electrically up your scalp and down your back.
"Should we spank her now?" Amelia asks.
Since you won't relent willingly, Olivia has to bob her head a little to break the kiss and answer: "she's wiped. Poor thing. We can spank her in the morning, hm?"
"Let's... kiss to sleep..." you mutter, basically asleep already.
Olivia pets your face while above you Amelia pets your hair. "Mm," Olivia hums, "you're such a good kisser, Wes. You kiss like a girl twice your age. It gets my pussy so wet... when you kiss me like this... you really know how to make a girl horny, don't you?" She kisses you just above your collarbone as Amelia kisses you on your cheek. "And now that we've been properly introduced, I'll tell you my little secret... the goodnight kiss that puts me to sleep..." she pecks your forehead, your nose, your lips. "...It isn't up here."
"Where is it?" Although you already know. You want to hear her say it.
"Will you kiss me down lower? Down here?" She reaches between your bodies, and guides your hand to her tender pussy. "Mel says your cunnilingus is fantastic... and your anilingus is unbeatable. Would you mind eating me to sleep? I'd be so grateful. I might even cancel your spanking."
You pause to enjoy once more the flavor of Olivia's mouth as Amelia silently humps against your body, her cock leaking all over your butt. Olivia smooches you back. When you pull your lips away, her sugary saliva links you. "I'll do it... just one thing you gotta do for me, though..." you whisper, eyelids drooping.
"What's that?"
"Don't cancel the spanking."
You sink lower, and get your face between Olivia's legs. She spreads them just wide enough for you to get your mouth on her genitals, no wider -- so that your cheeks and ears are pinched by thigh meat. Amelia gets off of you, and you lose sight of her, instead focusing on this so-inviting sight before you: these dark pink, fat, wet, dripping, cummy fuckholes. What a greedy woman Olivia is... she must have taken three or four of Amelia's cock-loads raw inside her and she's still horny. This will be your prize, though, for fulfilling her request. You get to feast on Amelia's baby batter after it's been baked inside a wet cunt.
"Oh... ohhhh," Olivia sighs, her whole body undulating a little, like a rope given a shake from one end. She paws her tits, pressing them together and rubbing the nipples with the meat of her palms. "You are skilled... oh my..."
That's you: Wesley Keki, suckjob princess. Everyone has a calling in life, and this is yours. Sucking orgasms out of genitals -- male, female, or in-between.
Olivia's cunt is as sweet as her mouth. Kissing her here, on her pussy loaded so obscenely with Amelia's fuckslop, is just an amplified version of kissing her on the lips, the bitter tang of semen covering the almost imperceptible raspberry juice underneath. Another similarity: the more you suck and swallow, the less prominent the first flavor becomes, the more prominent the second -- until you've Hoovered her all out, and can fully enjoy the sweet nectar of girlcum dancing in your mouth. Not that Amelia's cum goes down easy. It's so viscous that it takes real concerted effort to swallow, like sucking down a stubbornly thick milkshake. And there's so much of it that it makes you burp a couple times -- little bubbles of her cum rising back up, just to remind your tongue of her dirty taste.
You spasm when you feel Amelia's thumbs spread you open. She has her hands on your ass, squeezing, and she's pulling the cheeks apart as far as they'll go. You can feel the tautly stretched membrane of your perineum between your ass and cunt, and you worry it will snap. You can just picture the nasty view Amelia has got: your taint blanching from how stretched it is, your holes all red and puffy from getting fucked all night long, your orifices clenching and unclenching -- winking at her, and probably still foamy with leftover cock cream. Examining you like this, she must be able to tell you've taken hard use tonight in both holes and from other cocks. You're so ashamed. You're so hot.
You expect her to shove her fucker nuts-deep into one or another of the onaholes between your legs. Instead, you feel the pressure of her face burying itself entirely in your ass -- her nose against your anus, her mouth latching itself onto your pussy. Soon you hear the thwipp, thwipp of Amelia masturbating with both hands. She's humping her fists while she snacks on your butt.
"How sweet," Olivia croons.
"Nnnf," you grunt against her. If Amelia's nipping kisses on your upper half drove you wild...
Olivia turns back over and settles on her stomach. So you become like Amelia, with your face buried in another woman's ass. You kiss Olivia's asshole with the same loving enthusiasm as you did her pussy. It doesn't matter to you. It's just as pretty, just as tasty, and just as full of Amelia's delicious milk. Why shouldn't you swoon to make out with it? So you do: you make out with Olivia's asshole, tonguing it and smooching it and adoring every square inch of it. This lewd French kiss with Olivia's ass in imitation of the one you shared with her mouth, is how your occupy your frazzled mind as it passes the liminal barrier into sleep. Nodding your head up and down, vigorously at first, but increasingly sluggish... with Amelia eating you out in exactly the same way to keep a low-level buzz of continuous orgasm rippling through you... you begin to fade in and out of consciousness. Olivia does too, with girly and contented sighs, and you're so proud that you can be such a soothing suckslut for her. Her butt makes such a fantastic pillow, with your arms wrapped around her soft waist and your lips on her anus. And so finally, at last, you're all soundly asleep, together, in the tent; and it isn't until the afternoon that you finally all wake up.
GIRLS FUCKED: 8/11