Susan shut the door behind her. 'Actually, we were just about to get heady.'
'Ah ha,' said Carla. 'Maybe I should come back a little later or something?'
'no, no, no,' said Nick. He stood up from the couch. His prick had softened somewhat. 'We were just having a little talk, that's all. You know, about the surf and all.'
'He's a surfer,' explained Susan. 'You know, he's got a board and a tan and scarred knees and all.' She smiled demurely.
'Yes,' said Carla,investigating Nick'sattractive shape. 'I know.' She looked him up and down. 'I guess once you think about it,' she addresses Susan, 'it's only natural that you should be running around nude in your own apartment.'
'Quite,' said Susan. She knew already what her brother's girlfriend had in mind. Carla was no slouch. She was ready and hot to trot on a moment's notice.
'If I'mnot interrupting,' she whispered to Susan, 'I'd like to join you two.'
'I was hoping you'd say that,' said Nick who had overheard the secret request.
'It'll be our pleasure.'
'Yes,' said Susan accepting gracefully the notion of sharing her new stud boyfriend.
'We'll talk about Charley later,' said Carla, undoing the buttons on her blouse.
Nick watching her with avid interest. She removed her blouse and he saw that she had big tits unencumbered by the presence of a slim bra he sat back down on the couch and took a long gulp of wine. 'wow!' he said. 'This is going to be alright!'
'Take it easy there, big fellow,' said Carla. 'You might have more on your hands than you can handle.' Carla slipped out of her tight white levis and revealed a lovely nude crotch. She wore no underwear. Her bush glistened in the early afternoon sunlight. Her legs glistened in the early afternoon sunlight.
Her legs were long and skinny, covered nicely by a mellow tan. She had mousy brown hair and a slender face, angled narrowly at the jaw. For the most part she looked like the kind of girl who'd been ignored as a highschool student, but when she fully blossomed in her late teens had turned into a lovely woman.
'You know,' said Nick, 'you can come over her and tell me about yourself if you want.'
Susan winked at Carla. Both girls knew that the boy was a little young. 'Sure,' said Carla, 'I'll tell you all about everything.' She walked gracefully to the couch.
Nick couldn't take his eyes off her lovely narrow tits. They were small round fir affairs, with big dark nipples in the center. Unlike Susan, Carla had little titties, baby mouthfuls. Nick was sure he would enjoy the contrast. He poured Carla a glass of wine which she thanked him for.
'You know,' said Susan, easing her bottom down on the other side of Nick,
'Carla and I are awfully lucky to have a nice strong stud like you, Nick, to take care of us.' She ran her finger lightly along his arm and hand, down to where he held his glass of wine. She took the glass out of his hand and put it down on the coffee table.
'Yes,' said Carla, putting her glass down, too, 'it would be really boring if Susan and I had to spend the afternoon just sitting around doing nothing at all, just day dreaming and wondering when we'd meet a big strong surfer like you.' She slid her hand along one hairy thigh. Her fingers landed at his knee and then she moved slowly back in the other direction. When she came to the fold where his leg worked up into his crotch, she let her hand drift slowly toward his cock. 'Of course,' she said, removing her hand altogether and picking up her glass of wine, 'you might not be in to the kind of sex that I enjoy. I don't know, I might just be wasting my time.' She took a long sip of her wine.
'Well, said Nick, putting his hand between Carla's lovely nubile legs, 'I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind experimenting, Carla. I think you'll be able to get just about whatever you want.'
Carla blushed. 'Is he for real?' she asked Susan.
'Really,' said Susan, sliding her hand down to Nick's crotch. 'He gave me one of the best know what's.'
'In that case,' said Carla, 'allow me to get a good feel of that prick of his.
Just to make sure I know what i' m getting involved with.' She reached down, alongside Susan's hand, and pressed her fingers up along Nick's meat. 'It's very tender,' she said, stroking the stiffening prick with the backs of her fingers. 'Nice.'
'Far fucking out!' said Nick. 'This is like a dream come true.'
'Yes it is,' said Carla. 'But it's a little uncomfortable like this. Wouldn't you say so, Susan?'
'Yes, absolutely.' She took hold of Nick's cock and pulled slightly. Somehow he knew that he was supposed to get up. She led him like that, bye the cock, to the bedroom. Carla followed from behind. They all three moved slowly. The girl behind Nick slid her hand gracefully along the groove in his ass. Susan continued to lead him bye the cock.
'I feel like the best kept prisoner in the world,' muttered Nick.
He stretched out on the bed. Susan laid down with her back to him and up higher on the bed. Her ass was in his face. 'Dom something nice with my asshole, Nick.
Just ot show Carla that we're good friends.'
Nick looked around and then eyed the pliant orifice in front of his face. One bung hung sideways and obstructed his otherwise clear view. He pulled that buttocks up and away and slid a finger down to the neat shithole. With one quick jerk of his hand, he landed a knuckle's worth of digit up Susan's anus.
'Aaaaah,' she creamed already. 'See what I mean, Carla?'
'Yes,' said Carla, her tits feeling special little chills curl around them. 'I see exactly what you mean.' She laid down on the bed behind Nick. With one of his buns in either hand, she split open his biggous moon. 'Mmmm,' she hummed on first sight of the crevice within. 'You have a perfect little orifice there, Nick.'
'You like my asshole?' asked Nick as he continued to finger-fuck Susan's shit canyon. 'You really like it? I mean you wouldn't kid me?'
'I wouldn't kid you,' said Carla. She pressed her titties, small though they were, to the backs of Nick's legs. Then she slid her face between the parted asscheeks. 'Yes,' she said, her voice muffled by the assflesh. 'I like this hole a great deal.'
Carla's tongue slid like a hot wet poker into the area surrounding Nick's sphinctermuscle. His analcavity itched for her prodding tongue. He worked steadily on Susan's asshole, however, pretending that a nice wet tongue on his butt was merely standard procedure.
But when Carla's mouth muscle arrived in the orifice, Nick's heart practically jumped out of his rib cage. 'Fucking far out!' he wailed. 'Aaaaaah.'
'Mmmmmm,' hummed Carla, her tongue actively creasing the iris muscle.
'mmmmmmm.' The tip of her wet mouth organ tickled the curled fleshy shithole muscle. The ring of flesh contracted and expanded involuntarily with each deft stroke from Carla's darting tongue. She pulled out for a breather, 'I think our surfer friend, Susan, likes a good ream.'
'You know he does,' said Susan for her side of the surfer's body. 'Every time you poke your tongue in there his finger fuck up my asshole gets better. So keep up the good work.' She spread her legs and scissored Nick's erect cock between her calves. Lightly she rubbed his shaft with the smooth skin of her lower legs.
'Aaaaah,' said Nick. It was hard to tell if it was the strange stimulation on his cock, or the diligent work in his asshole which turned him on. In any event, however, he moaned and groaned in total ecstasy.
'I think it's time,' suggested Carla, extracting her tongue from the wet bunghole, 'that we get into something a little more vigorous.'
'Sure, said Nick, his cock flashing from pink to red to purple. He could feel the saliva oozing from his anus hole. 'Who wants to be first?'
'You go first,' said Susan to Carla. 'I'll make sure he gets in and then work out on your clit.'
'Fantastic,' said Carla. 'If anything will take my mind off my love problems, I'll be a good orgasm.'
Nick turned around. Carla showed him her ass by laying on her side. She lifted her right leg and gave him access to the sphincter space between her thin buttocks. 'You know,' he said, 'for a skinny broad you have a nice fat asshole.'
'Why thank you,' she sighed. 'Would you mind putting something in there?'
'Not at all,' said Nick. He lifted his cock and ran it lightly, like a sword into a sheath, between her cherry buttocks. He reached down and took hold of each bun, split the canyon open as if he had used a wedge and a hammer and slid his cock into the iris muscle.
