Chapter 13
Amy struggled to her knees and wrapped her arms around Vern's neck. She plastered her lips to his and thrust her tongue down his throat. Her tongue plunged in and out of his mouth, the way she imagined his cock plunging in and out of Jordan's mouth.
Gripping the base of his shaft in both hands, Jordan took his prick back into her mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head rapidly, forcing him toward a climax.
The muscles in Vern's thighs knotted. He groaned into Amy's mouth. He fondled her tits and lifted his ass off the floor, thrusting his cock into Jordan's mouth. The pressure of his approaching orgasm instantly swelled within him.
Jordan felt a quiver race through him, then his cum gushed into her mouth. Gently, she kneaded his balls the way he liked and gulped down his delectable jism. She drained his sex spigot, then lifted her head.
"He won't take long to recover, honey," Jordan said. "Do you like to suck cock?"
"I adore it," Amy said softly.
"Yes, you and I are a-like. We both cherish cock. You'll like sucking Vern's cock."
"What about you? Don't you need to cum?"
"Oh, yes, very much," Jordan assured her. "Vern will suck me off while you fuck him. Then we'll change places and you'll get his talented tongue in your pussy. You got off on your finger, but your eyes are still full of hunger."
"You got that right!" Amy agreed, shivering inside at the prospect of having Vern's big cock in her mouth and pussy.
Vern went to the small refrigerator behind Jordan's desk and got a bottle of champagne. He poured three glasses and passed them around. "Might as well have a real party," he said. He stood with his legs slightly apart, his cock hanging at half-staff.
"You drink champagne," Amy said. She glanced at Jordan and smiled. "I see something else I want to drink from." She knelt in front of Vern, wrapped her fist around his thick shaft and stroked it tenderly.
Jordan knelt by Amy and kissed her on the cheek. Vern's prick rose steadily in her hand, quickly reaching its full length and girth.
Amy kissed the head of Vern's cock. "Hmmm, I love to feel an outstanding cock grow real big in my hand," she mused. She let the knob slide between her full, sensuous lips and slowly swallowed the entire length of his stout lance.
Vern trembled and groaned.
Jordan looked up at Vern and grinned. "She's a pretty good cocksucker, for a beginner."
He caressed Amy's head and smiled dreamily. "She is a hot little bitch, isn't she?"
"You love it," Jordan replied. "I think we'll play a little game."
Amy withdrew her mouth slowly and again kissed the tip of Vern's swollen, purplish knob. "Ummm, I wonder how big it is," she said, admiring the stiff rod.
"A tad over ten inches," Jordan said. "I measured it the first time he fucked me."
"She carries a tape measure in her handbag," Amy said.
"I do not!" Jordan snapped. "We fucked in your bed. I used a tape measure you keep in your bed table to measure tit size." She turned to Amy. "Anyway, I can tell how long a cock is just by swallowing it. I make my estimate by how far down my throat it goes."
"Have you ever had one you couldn't swallow?"
"Nope. Not since I learned to relax and get my throat wide open. No matter how long a cock is, I can swallow the whole thing."
"Can you teach me how to open my throat so I can deep-throat a guy?"
"I can try," Jordan said. "We certainly have a good cock to work with. Lie down between the couch and my desk, Vern. I want to show Amy a little game."
"As long as I get to fuck, I'm willing," Amy said.
"Oh, you'll get to fuck, darling!" Jordan assured her. "When our stud can no longer get a hard-on, we'll find other ways to keep each other entertained." She took four brightly colored silk scarves and a bottle of oil from a desk drawer. "You know the drill," she said to Vern.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said.
"Have I ever disappointed you?" Jordan asked.
Vern lay on his back between the desk and couch. Vivid, graphic images of all the fabulous, uninhibited acts the two stunning, sexy women would perform filled his mind. He and Jordan had played this little game only once before, but only with each other. Having a second woman join them thrilled him. He would be the center of their attention until they fucked his cock off, then they would stimulate him by doing each other.
Jordan handed Amy two scarves. "You tie his feet and I'll tie his hands."
Jordan wrapped a scarf around one wrist and tied it to one leg of the couch. Amy caught on immediately and tied his ankles to the legs of the desk. She kept glancing at his stiff prick as she worked.
"Amy, how long have you been doing it with girls?" Vern asked.
Amy giggled nervously and blushed. "Since Jordan introduced me to Ursula. I haven't done it with Jordan yet."
Jordan said, "You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with, honey." She grinned naughtily. "But you must convince me you don't want to."
"You're a wicked woman!" Amy laughed.
"I'll show you just how wicked I am," Jordan said softly.
Jordan took Amy in her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Amy shivered with passion when their nipples met and their tits mashed together. She had never felt anything so electrifying, not even a big cock plundering her cunt.
Jordan nibbled on Amy's ear lobes, licked her neck, between her tits, then went slowly from tit to pretty tit, tenderly licking and kissing the thick nipples, bringing them to aching fullness.
Vern muttered, "Sensational."
"God, you can say that again!" Amy breathed.
Jordan pushed Amy onto her back, licked her taut belly and down one shapely leg. Amy cupped her tits and ran her thumbs over her bloated nipples as she watched Jordan raptly. When the sensual woman kissed her muff, she spread her legs and sighed. Jordan pushed her face into Amy's furry crotch and kissed her pussy tenderly. She licked her way back up Amy's body and again kissed and sucked each nipple while Amy held her tits.
"Isn't she simply divine?" Jordan said to Vern. "Her skin feels like velvet. And look at those great nipples. So nice to suck on. Just the way I like them. How did her pussy feel when you finger-fucked her?"
"Tight, almost virginal," Vern said, his voice husky with lust. "Hot as an oven and slick as an oil well."
"Hmmm, I'd better check it out for myself." Jordan eased two fingers into Amy's slit, teased her clit, then stuck them in her cunt and wiggled the tips. "Ohhh, I wish I had a real cock of my own, one that squirts real cum, so I could fill your sweet little pussy full of my hot juice. Then I would suck it out and drink it!" She lifted her fingers to her mouth and blatantly licked them clean. "Show me yours, honey."
Amy spread her legs farther apart. She hunched her mound up and teasingly pulled the lips of her snatch open to reveal her erect clit. She pressed a finger on each side of it and made it stand way out of the hood in all its splendor.
Jordan put the end of one finger lightly on the very tip of Amy's clit. "Hmmm, so sensitive," she murmured when the girl's hips jerked. "I'm going to love licking such a pretty little clit."
"You're making me crazy," Amy muttered.
Vern watched his provocative girlfriend play with Amy's clit. He imagined how it would feel to get his mouth in the girl's twat and rock her boy-in-the-boat with his tongue. Amy's hips swung back and forth as Jordan fingered her clit lightly.
Amy rolled onto her knees and looked at Vern. His cock stood straight up from his loins, throbbing fiercely.
"Enough teasing," Amy muttered.
They knelt on each side of Vern's legs, looking at his big, throbbing dick without touching him. Jordan motioned to Amy and straddled his thigh. Amy straddled the other thigh and they rubbed their wet pussies over his hairy flesh.
Vern groaned, twisted his hips and hunched up and down.
Jordan took one of Amy's hands and put it on the base of his prick. Amy smiled dreamily and wrapped her fist around the shaft. Jordan picked up the bottle of oil and poured some over the head of his prick. She set the bottle down and wrapped her fist around the bare knob.
"Squeeze him off if he starts to cum," Jordan said. "We don't want to waste a load."
Amy held Vern's prick in a firm grip and watched raptly as Jordan masturbated just the bare cockhead with slow, sensuous movements.
She twisted her fist from side to side, held the knob in her outstretched fingers and slid them up and down, closed her fist and slid it up and down.
Vern moaned and panted and writhed and twitched. He needed to cum so badly, he could feel it all the way down to his toes. But he didn't want to cum. He wanted to let the girls play as long as they wished. His need abruptly overruled his want.
"He's going to cum," Amy said softly. She grasped his prick with her thumb on the underside of the shaft and her forefinger on top, and squeezed rigorously.
Jordan stopped jerking him, but held her fist wrapped tightly around his knob. When Amy nodded, she began to masturbate him again. Over and over, working in concert, the two randy women brought him to the brink of orgasm, squeezed him off, then did it again, nearly driving him out of his mind.
When he thought he couldn't stand the strain any longer, Jordan gave him something else to struggle against. She got two long feathers from the top of her desk and handed one to Amy.
"Slow and light, darling," she said. "We want him to really experience this."
"Damn, baby, don't tickle me!" Vern yelped. "You didn't tickle me the other time. You know I can't stand to be tickled!"
Jordan cooed, "But you have to stand it, baby, because we want to do it. You know the rules. The one who is tied down has to the let the other one do whatever she wishes as long as it doesn't involve humiliation or pain."
The women looked at each other and smiled astutely. They stayed astraddle his thighs and continued to rub their pussies along the top of his thighs as they applied the feathers to his body. They touched him lightly, with just the tips of the feathers. They tickled his armpits, under his chin, all over his chest, each woman taking one of his hard little nipples. Vern struggled and squirmed and moaned and cursed. All to no avail.
From his chest, they went to his navel, then into his groin, and finally along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs.
Vern was plunging wildly from the frustrating, yet sensuous, aggravation the women inflicted upon him. They paused briefly, exchanged a significant glance, then applied the tips of the feathers lightly to the bare head of his pulsating cock.
"Oh, damn, no!" Vern whooped, writhing frantically.
"Would you like to watch him shoot his load in the air?" Jordan asked.
"Yeah!" Amy said with a big grin.
"I'll get even with you," Vern warned.
"Why are you complaining?" Jordan asked innocently. "All men want to do is cum, and we're going to get you off, aren't we?"
"Shit," Vern sighed with resignation. He clenched his teeth and tightened his muscles, resolving to beat them at their own game. "Have your fun. You won't get what you're after."
Their bright eyes twinkling with raunchy glee, the women tickled his prick daintily, calculatingly, along the shaft and over the sensitive head. Up and down, around and around the feathers went, concentrating primarily on the bare knob.
Vern's movements became nearly frantic. He wiggled and squirmed and twisted and hunched his hips up and down madly. His impassioned moans of stress filled the air. Suddenly, his movements became tumultuous. His cock throbbed and quivered more conspicuously. His moans became more raucous. He knew he had lost the battle, but continued to fight nonetheless.
Amy ran the tip of her feather around the bulging ridge at the bottom of his knob. Jordan teased the top of his cockhead and occasionally pushed the tip of her feather into the slit in the end.
Vern wailed. His hips stopped in midair, and his prick began to pump mightily, launching jism into the air. The first spurt hit Jordan's feather and soaked it immediately. Amy grinned with excitement and continued to run the tip of her feather around the prominent ridge of his cockhead.
Vern's cock pumped and throbbed and jerked as his load of jism spewed out, arching into the air and landing on his belly and thighs. The women tickled his prick until it gave up the last drop of its juice.
Jordan stuck the tip of her finger in one puddle of cock cream, lifted a little glob of cum and licked her finger. Amy giggled and leaned over to lick the head of Vern's cock.
"I've never watched a guy squirt," Amy said. "I like it."
"So do I," Jordan agreed. "They seem to think it's a waste of their cum if you jack them off. What difference does it make how they cum?"
"Well, right now, I know exactly how Vern feels. I need to cum so badly it hurts." Amy patted Vern's limp dick. "In a way, I'm sorry we made him cum like that."
"With a little rest, and some help from you, you're going to have all the cock you can handle!" Vern said.
"Promises, promises," Jordan said drolly.
"Do you jack him off very often?" Amy asked Jordan.
"Oh, now and then. I like to do it the way we did at first. You know, hold the shaft in one hand and wrap your fist around the bare head. That makes him spurt better. Sometimes, I watch him shoot, and sometimes I put my mouth over the head just as he starts cumming and catch it. That's fun, too."
"Everything we're doing is fun!" Amy said with a giggle.
"I thought you two were going to drive me crazy while you had your fun," Vern said. "Now, untie me and let's have some real fun."
"We'll untie you, baby, but you can't do anything but watch," Jordan said. "Amy and I are going to have a little fun of our own while you rest."
For a long silent moment loaded with meaning, Amy stared into Jordan's eyes, her heaving breasts betraying her wild excitement.