I picked up the pace because now I was ready to cum. I was trying to be quiet, but I was so wet it was making a smacking noise from my palm on my clit. Fuck yes. The women were so hot. Sucking and fucking each other’s pussies. I dropped the magazine on me and laid my head back on the pillow. I bit my lip. Yes, right there. Ugh I was going to cum. “Not yet” I hear from the hallway. I gasped and jerked my hand from my shorts. My heart beat was pounding in my clit, almost making me orgasm. I stood up fast to see Phil standing in the doorway. My face was beat red. “Oh . . . hey . . . I was just . . .” I didn’t know what to say. “Just what . . . about to cum” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me. I flushed red and said “I’m so sorry, I’ll leave now” I went to walk out the door and he put his arm up on the doorway. “So, you liked that magazine huh” he said, biting his lip and looking at me. I just looked down. What could I say? He picked up my hand that was just knuckle deep in my pussy and looked at it. I went to pull it away, but he pulled it to his mouth and put my fingers inside. Oh my gosh! He looked at me, sucking the sweet juices off of his fingers. My legs immediately started shaking so bad I had to grab the door so I wouldn’t fall. Angie was coming down the hall.
“What are you doing” Angie asked, walking up to me and crossing her arms. I pulled my fingers from Phil’s mouth and stepped back. “Well Angie, Miss Josie here was finger fucking herself to your magazine” he whispered. I don’t know if I could get any more embarrassed. “Well” Angie said. “I like that one too. It’s my favorite. Which girl was yours” she said looking at me? “Um . . . I don’t know” I said, still looking down. “I think I should finish her off. She was right about to cum when I walked in” Phil said to Angie. I looked up at him fast. “Only if I can watch” Angie said, looking at me. “I think I should just go” I said. I couldn’t handle where this was going. This couldn’t be right. “Why” Phil asked. “Don’t you want to finish?” I did want to finish very badly, but I was embarrassed now. He stepped up to me and brushed my hair back from my shoulder. “Let me just finish you off” he said, gently walking me back to the bed. He lightly pushed me onto it and Angie stepped inside the bedroom and shut the door behind her. I looked at them both. Could they be serious? I just sat there. “Come on. You got caught. Now just let me get you off” Phil said, getting on his knees in front of me. He slipped his hands in my shorts and pulled them down. He saw the wet spots on my underwear and smiled. He gripped their edges and pulled them down too.
I was setting on their bed, naked from the waist down. With Phil on his knees in front of me and Angie standing behind him, arms crossed watching us. He pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He leaned in and planted a kiss right on my lips. I moaned, feeling him between my legs. I couldn’t think about anything else. I just wanted to cum. He spread my lips with his tongue and started licking my clit. He was going slowly. Making circles on my pussy. He stopped to kiss my clit a few times, then went right back to licking. I moaned loudly and Angie walked up to me. “Quiet, or you’ll wake the kids” she said, looking at Phil. I could feel him smile between my legs then continue his torture. I thought he wanted to get me off, not tease me. I started to grind up on his face. I was close. He pushed his face in and started sucking my clit. I was grinding his face in rhythm with his tongue. I looked at Angie who was intently watching my face. “Look at me” Angie said. “I want to watch you cum”. It was so hot. I looked her in the eye and came harder than I ever had in my life. She reached down and covered my mouth with her hand. I closed my eyes, dripping cum all over Phil’s chin. He was really good at eating pussy. Better than any other man I’ve had to do it. Angie was panting when I stopped cumming. Phil stopped and stood up, wiping my cum from his chin. “Angie likes to watch. But she doesn’t want to play. If only” he said looking at her. She winked at him and walked out of the room, leaving me laying on her bed shaking from my orgasm.
Chapter Two – Phil
I woke up from a weird dream about Phil and Angie. I couldn’t believe he ate my pussy in front of his wife, Angie. I was their babysitter! I still couldn’t believe it. But Phil was amazing. He teased me, circled my clit, rubbed, and sucked, until I came everywhere. I still get aftershocks just thinking about it. To think that Angie watched me. She was so attractive. I wanted to make out with her while he was eating me. But Phil said she doesn’t play. Why? She only wanted to watch. I know I want it to happen again. I roll out of bed and head to the kitchen for breakfast.
After breakfast I decided to go for a run to clear my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Mahoney’s. I changed into some athletic pants and a sweatshirt, put my headphones in, and went out onto the front porch. It was early December, but it was in the high fifties. I liked running in the cold. I did a few light stretches on my legs and arms then started to jog down the street. I jogged until the end of the street and took a right. There was a lady walking her dog across from me. It was Mrs. Haddock. She was my friend Charlie’s mom. I smiled and waved to her and kept jogging. I started to think about Phil. I had fantasized about him before. Who hadn’t? He was handsome, he had money, and he was older. I would imagine him coming home and bending me over his large, brown leather couch. Slapping my ass and squeezing my hips. I also had fantasized about Angie. Her large breasts in my face. I had no idea I liked girls until I got to college. I started thinking about Tiffany.
Tiffany was another girl in my dorm on my floor. I met her the first night we moved in. She immediately made my stomach flip when I saw her. She was so sexy. She had tattoos all up and down her arms. She was very muscular from playing basketball. She had long, thick brown hair that she always wore in a ponytail. She would call me “newbie”. She would say it was because I was new on the floor and new to being a lesbian. That first night it happened, I was drunk, and I went to her room. I had just gotten back from a party. I knocked on her door and when she answered I was plastered. I fell into her room laughing and talking about how hot she was. She didn’t believe me at first until I started kissing her. She ate my pussy until I came twice. I never even knew I could cum more than once. It was amazing. My panties were starting to get wet when I realized that I was in front of the Mahoney’s house. I saw Phil on the front porch, and he smiled at me.
I jogged over to him and pulled out my headphones. “How are you today” he asked, knowing exactly what he had done last night. “I slept really well. How are you” I asked him. I had sweat trickling down my face and chest. I was panting from the run, trying to catch my breath. “I’m well” he replied, looking me up and down. “How is your run” he asked me, leaning against the front door. “It’s good so far, stopping to see why you were staring” I say, cocking my head to the side. “Just admiring a fellow runner” he replied. “Oh, you run” I questioned, looking him up and down now. “Yeah”. You could tell he ran. He was in great shape for being in his late forties. “Come here, I want to show you something” he said, leading me to the garage. The door was open about halfway so we both ducked inside. There was a cherry red, shiny, 1986 Mustang. It was gorgeous the chrome was outstanding, and the car was in great shape. “Wow, this is gorgeous” I said, running my hand along the hood. “Is this your winter project” I asked. “Yep. I should have it road ready by summer”. “It’s amazing” I said, looking at him. “Just like you” he said. He walked up to me and slid his hands on each side of my face. He lifted my head to make eye contact and kiss me on the lips. He kissed me soft, sweet, and slow. Pausing to run his tongue along the edges of my lips softly. It was extremely erotic. I reached around, grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled him to me. I wanted him so bad.
He raised his hands up so I could pull off his sweatshirt. He grabbed me and kissed me again, this time harder and slipping his tongue in my mouth. I moaned, pleased, sucking slightly on his tongue. What were we doing? I didn’t care, I just wanted another amazing orgasm like he gave me last time. He picked me up and sat me on top of a tall toolbox beside the car. It rolled back and slammed against the wall, making a big sound. “They will hear us” I said between breaths. “They’re not home” he said, pulling my pants down past my knees. I scooted up and pulled my underwear down, letting him kneel on my puddle of pants in the floor. He pulled the toolbox to him and dove right in my wet pussy. He wasn’t slow and teasing this time. His tongue jumped from side to side on my clit, making me moan loudly. I ran my fingers through his hair. He was so good at this. I tilted my head back and let my moans out. I could be loud since no one was home. The garage door was still up though, so I tried to stifle them. I grabbed his hair and shoved him into my pussy. “Eat it” I said through gritted teeth. I had never wanted anything so bad. He squeezed my thighs and gave me a hard suck on my clit, making me cry out.