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  “Brianna,” said Ben. “Touch Mel’s ass.”

  She did as she was told, her hand slipping around the back of her friend to cup her naked buttock in her palm. Ben knew what Melissa liked in the bedroom.

  “Now slap it.”

  Brianna didn’t hesitate. She drew back her hand and gave her friend a sharp smack. There was a hiss of pain from Melissa, but she moved closer to Brianna, reaching out to touch her friend. Her hands moved against Brianna’s hips, crossing her stomach and slipping beneath the skimpy piece of material of Brianna’s thong.

  Ben didn’t even need to tell her what to do. Brianna slapped her again and this time Melissa moaned, her fingers delving deeper.

  He didn’t want to lose control of the situation.

  “No Mel, take off Brianna’s bra. I want to see you sucking her tits.”

  Melissa reached around and unclipped Brianna’s bra, letting it drop to the floor. Brianna’s breasts stayed high, her nipples jutting upward. Because of the height difference, Melissa only had to lower her head slightly to take one of her friend’s nipples in her mouth.

  Ben couldn’t stand it any longer. In a rush, he popped the button of his pants and unzipped his fly. His cock met the cool air with blessed relief. The head was engorged and glistening with moisture. His fingers wrapped around its length, feeling how hard he was. Had he ever been so turned on? He gave his cock a couple of frustrated strokes, but held back for fear of coming. He fully intended to get his dick into both of these women tonight. Opportunities like this didn’t come up too often.

  Before him, Melissa continued to tongue Brianna’s nipple, her fingers working on the other one, twisting gently and giving it a pull, lengthening the tip. She moved her hot mouth across to its partner and wrapped her lips over its pink nub. Brianna’s hand knotted in her friend’s dark hair, her own head thrown back, lips parted.

  “Take off her panties,” Ben instructed, his breath shallow.

  Melissa lifted her head from Brianna’s chest and slid her friend’s thong down over her ass, till it drifted around her ankles. Brianna kicked the slip of lingerie away.

  The blonde stood, totally naked in front of the couple. She showed no sign of shyness or any of her earlier insecurities about her body. With her tall, slender frame, high ass, and firm tits, she had absolutely nothing to worry about.

  Ben climbed off the couch, his fist still wrapped around his cock. He approached Brianna from behind, taking in the smooth line of her back, the creamy curve of her bottom, the slender thighs.

  “Kiss her again, Mel.”

  Melissa didn’t need telling twice. She lifted her lips to her friend’s eagerly awaiting mouth.

  Ben reached out his free hand and slipped it between Brianna’s thighs. She parted her legs willingly, allowing him access. Her skin was soft, the inside of her thighs already moist with her own excitement.

  He ran his index finger against the moist lips of her pussy, parting them. Gently, he pushed inside her most intimate channel. Brianna gasped into Melissa’s mouth and their kissing became more frantic.

  Ben kissed the side of her neck and down her naked shoulder. He slicked his finger back and forth, imagining how it would be to get his dick inside her; tight and hot. He pushed another finger inside, feeling her stretch to take him.

  Brianna was starting to lose control. She tugged at Melissa’s underwear, pulling the cups of her bra down, her big breasts with their huge mocha nipples spilling from the lace.

  Brianna moaned again, lowering her mouth to her friend’s tits, pushing her ass out toward Ben as she bent to take a nipple in her mouth. Ben took the hint and whipped out his fingers, exchanging them for the hard length of his cock. She pressed back again and he pushed the first couple of inches inside her, loving the sensation of her wet cunt hugging his dick.

  His hands grabbed Brianna’s waist and he pulled her further back, sinking his cock deep.

  Now Brianna wrestled with the rest of Melissa’s underwear, tugging the black lace down. Her hand reached between Melissa’s thighs, her fingers pushing inside her friend.

  “Does that feel good?” Brianna gasped to her friend, as Ben thrust his cock into her from behind. “Am I doing it right?”

  “Oh yes,” said Melissa. “It feels fucking amazing.”

  Melissa’s fingers reached between Brianna’s thighs, rubbing at her clit.

  “Oh, God,” Brianna cried. “I’m so close.”

  She held her fingers deep inside Melissa, as an orgasm shook her body. Ben clenched his jaw, taking his mind away from the feeling of her pussy convulsing around his dick. He didn’t want to come yet, and when he did, it was Melissa he intended to be inside.

  When the final pulses of Brianna’s orgasm shuddered through her, Ben pulled out.

  “I want to see you lick her pussy,” he said into Brianna’s ear. Her body heaved against his, as she tried to catch her breath. “Mel, go to the couch.”

  Brianna slipped her fingers from her friend. Melissa went to the couch and lay back, her thighs splayed. Her outer folds were swollen and wet, her clit engorged with blood.

  Brianna dropped to her knees, her head between Melissa’s thighs. Ben wanted to see everything, so he masturbated while he watched Brianna lick her clit with little flicks of her tongue.

  Melissa writhed under her friend’s attention. Her hands fondled her own breasts, her fingers teasing and tweaking her nipples. Ben stroked his cock, imprinting the image of the two girls together on his brain. This was a scene he intended on replaying many times over in his head.

  He wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer—he was amazed he’d gone as long as he had.

  “I want you, Mel,” he said, breathing hard. “I need to be inside you.”

  She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. “Okay, hurry. I’m going to come any minute.” She pulled at Brianna’s shoulders, “Swap places, Bri. I want to taste you. It’s my turn.”

  The two girls switched positions and Ben knelt down behind Melissa, his hands cupping her round bottom. The lips of her pussy gleamed, slick and wet from Brianna’s saliva and her own juices. His thick cock nudged open her folds and slid easily into her tight hole.

  Ben thrust deep, as Melissa saw to Brianna. She splayed open Brianna’s pussy with her fingers, making her clit pop forward. All Ben could see was the movement of the back of her head as she buried her face between Brianna’s thighs. She slid two fingers inside while licking her friend’s sensitive nubbin.

  Ben couldn’t concentrate on what Melissa was doing. His own orgasm mounted.

  Brianna gripped the sides of the couch, her second orgasm washing over her as Melissa finger-fucked her.

  Melissa came seconds later, her fingers still embedded deep inside her friend. Ben’s balls tightened and he grunted as he spurted his seed into Melissa.

  Exhausted, they collapsed into a heap together, a jumbled mix of sweaty torsos and limbs.

  “Come on,” said Melissa. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Without another word, the three of them headed to the bedroom and climbed in the king size bed. Melissa lay in the middle, spooning Brianna, and Ben snuggled in against Melissa’s back.

  He didn’t know what would happen in the morning, if he would get a repeat performance or if they would never speak of this night again. Whatever happened, he knew it was a night he would replay over and over... if only in his imagination.

  The Girl Next Door

  Billy Brent stood in the road, watching a woman take in shopping bags from her front step. He knew his mouth hung open, yet he felt incapable of doing anything about it.

  Katie Lanner had been his next door neighbor for almost ten years now; yet seeing her came as a shock.

  Technically she was his parent’s next door neighbor, but now that Billy was back home, he guessed that made her his as well.

  He hadn’t really thought about her while he had been away. Okay, that was a lie. He had thought about her, but it was only the occasio
nal, ‘I wonder what she’s doing now’ thought. It certainly wasn’t anything like the thoughts currently racing through his mind.

  Of course, at nine years old, he had barely noticed her, except to kick a ball out in the front of their houses, or sometimes dig for worms in the backyard. At that age, he hadn’t even thought about her being a girl. It wasn’t until he hit thirteen, and she was then eleven, that he suddenly discovered he didn’t want to play with her anymore. That was when she would run up to him, with her big toothy grin, wanting to join in the games with him and his friends. He found himself turning away from her, embarrassed he had a girl for a friend. It didn’t help when his friends teased him. ‘Billy’s got a girlfriend,’ they cat-called. ‘Katie and Billy up a tree...’

  A couple of years younger than him, she was tall and leggy, like a new born foal, with a mouth that seemed too big for her face and strong, dark eyebrows. She was geeky and gawky, and as she approached her own teenaged years, she suddenly became aware of all her imperfections and carried herself as such.

  Billy barely gave her a second thought. At sixteen, he was out playing football, and by eighteen, he’d left home for college. Sure, he’d come back a couple of times to visit, but they’d always missed each other.

  Now, here he stood in front of a woman he had once played in the dirt with, and he could barely speak.

  She looked up and saw him, her face lighting in a smile. The bags dropped to the ground and she ran up to him, flinging her arms around his neck in a hug and then breaking away.

  “Billy! I hoped I’d bump into you.”

  “Katie... you look... wow, you look...”

  She grinned at him, the once too big mouth now full and voluptuous on her striking face.

  “Good?” she finished for him. “I hope you’re trying to say ‘good’.”

  Billy choked on his words. “Grown-up. I was going to say ‘grown-up’.”

  “It’s been, what, two or three years, Billy. Not that long.”

  “Long enough. You’ve... errr... blossomed.”

  He couldn’t help his gaze flicking down to the front of her shirt, where her breasts swelled in creamy humps beneath her low-cut, tight fitting sweater.

  “You mean I’ve finally got tits, don’t you?” she said, her mouth pouting, her eyes with a wicked glint.

  “Well they’re kind of on display,” he teased.

  “I waited long enough for them. I intend to make the most of them.”

  He flushed, the heat rising through his cheeks. “How long are you back for?” he asked, hoping to change the subject. Somehow it didn’t seem right to be talking like this to a woman he’d only ever known as a child.

  She shrugged and tossed her sheet of dark hair behind her shoulder. “Not long. Just got a few weeks off, so I figured I’d come down and see the folks. How about you?”

  “Just finished my course, so I guess you could say I’m between things at the moment. I’m staying here until I can find a job.”

  “Great. We’ll get to spend some time together then. You know, catch up and stuff. Your parents in?”

  “No,” he said. “They’re both out for the day—shopping I think. Yours?”

  “Nope,” she said with another cheeky grin.

  His stomach rolled in a nervous flip as he dared himself to ask the question. “You want to come in for a coffee?”

  She gave a nonchalant shrug, but the spark in her eyes said different. “Sure.”

  Billy picked up her bags for her and put them inside her parent’s porch, and then they walked across the yard to his own parent’s house.

  Katie looked around, smiling. “It looks exactly as I remember it,” she said.

  “It is. My folks don’t believe in decorating.”

  Katie dropped herself onto the couch.

  “You want coffee then?” he asked.

  “In a minute. Let’s talk first.”

  Sitting down on the couch, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a true beauty now; those strong eyebrows that had seemed so strange in childhood, now framed her face, matching her thick dark hair. Her legs seemed endless and, as she crossed them, he wondered what it would be like to run his fingers down the length of her thigh.

  But it was her hand that found his leg, her long fingers, tipped with blood red nails, touching the breadth of his thigh. Her hand rested there. Though she spoke, it was all he could think about, so conscious of the heat of her palm through the material of his jeans.

  She tilted her head to one side, looking at him intently. “I should have said before how you’re looking good too, Billy. You’re a man now, but then to me you always seemed like a man, even when you were only sixteen.”

  His cock twitched at her touch, the blood rushing, engorging it.

  Billy shifted in his seat, leaning forward, trying to hide his arousal. But he was well endowed and his stiffy ran like a ridge beneath his jeans.

  He really shouldn’t be thinking of her like this—the sweet, gawky, and sometimes annoying little girl from next door. Of course, he had only ever been two years older than her, but at that age it could have been a different generation. She had always just looked like a child to him.

  Only, he thought as she leant towards him, pushing the swell of her chest towards him, her cleavage a dip into the promise of pleasure, she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

  Katie narrowed the distance between them, her face now only inches from his own. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, the faint hint of her perfume, and she looked up into his eyes, studying them, judging his reaction.

  “Katie...” he started to say, but he had no idea how he intended to finish the sentence. Luckily he didn’t get the chance as her mouth, lips as soft as satin, pressed against his own. He resisted for only a moment, some part of him still worried he was somehow corrupting the sweet girl next door, but then her mouth opened, her tongue expertly teasing his lips, seeking permission to enter, and he realized this wasn’t the kiss of a sweet, innocent virgin. This girl knew exactly what she was doing.

  She reached down and took hold of his hand. Lifting it up, she placed his palm against the swell of her breast and he could feel the hard nub of her nipple beneath the soft material of her sweater.

  His cock ached to be touched, now uncomfortable beneath the restraints of his jeans, but Katie let go of his hand and reached down, her fingers massaging the length of his cock through his jeans. His balls throbbed in a dull, but pleasant ache, and he kissed her harder. His hand slipped beneath her sweater, seeking upwards until he found the rough material of the lace on her bra.

  Katie pulled away for a moment and then quickly pulled the sweater over her head. The sight of her firm, young breasts cupped in only her white lacy bra, made him want to come there and then. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders and dropping the item to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, dark areolas crinkled at the centre, just begging to be touched.

  His eyes were wide. “Jesus Christ, Katie.”

  She lowered her lashes at him, but pushed out those perfect tits. “This is okay, isn’t it?”

  “Too right, it is.”

  Wanting his bare skin next to hers, he tugged his t-shirt up over his head and threw it down to join Katie’s lingerie.

  Then his mouth was at her breast, his lips circling the hard, crinkled skin of her nipple. He sucked it, gently at first, but when she laced her fingers in his hair and pushed him against her, he sucked harder and allowed his teeth to grate her sensitive skin.

  Her free hand still massaged the length of his cock through his jeans, but then her fingers found his zipper and tugged it down, wrestling with the button to pop it open. Then he was free, the cool air kissing his hot skin.

  Billy raised his head from her nipple and kissed her mouth again, his fingers in her hair. Her fingers wrapped around his dick and she pumped him in a slow, but steady motion, her thumb skimming his head, moistening his shaft with his
pre-cum. Wanting to repay the pleasure, Billy’s hand sought beneath her short skirt, feeling for the cleft between her thighs. His fingertips met the lacy material of her panties and he rubbed her gently, feeling her wetness already sopping the lace.

  He went to pull the material aside, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

  “Wait,” she said. “I’ve got something for you first.”

  Katie slid off the couch and positioned herself between his legs. Billy realized what she had in store and he groaned in anticipation.

  She was down on her knees. Deliberately looking up at him from beneath her long lashes, she let her tongue snake from between her lips and, starting at the base of his cock, tantalizingly close to his perineum, she licked up in a slow, deliberate movement. She reached the tip of his cock and her tongue circled round the purple swell of his head, licking the bead of moisture from its slit.

  “Oh, fuck, Katie,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward, desperate for her to take him fully in her mouth.

  But she gave a little smile and teased her way back down, stopping at his balls now, taking one into her mouth and sucking slowly, before moving on to the next. Billy’s hands gripped the edges of the couch, his knuckles white, desperately fighting the urge to grab his own cock and masturbate all over her.

  But he wanted this to last, and he didn’t want to show himself up like that.

  Instead, he tugged on her arm and she allowed his cock to pop from between her lips.

  “Come here,” he said, his voice harsh, and he pulled her up towards him.

  She climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs, his cock pressed against the wet material of her panties.

  Billy quickly slid his hand between them and pulled the material out of the way. She was soaking wet and smooth. He slid a finger deep inside her.

  Katie gasped, her red fingernails digging into his shoulders, but she sank onto his hand, grinding against him. He added a second finger stretching her tight walls.

  “Now,” she said into his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”

  He wasn’t about to argue. Withdrawing his hand, he took hold of his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Katie shifted her hips, and there was the perfect moment of resistance before he slid inside her, her hot muscles gripping him tightly. She sank on him hard, pulling him deep within her.