A Delightful Afternoon

(A note to the reader. This story is from the perspective of Seth, a college student visiting his friend Drew’s family’s lake house for the weekend back home with various other guests, including his best friend Mike, also in college, and Drew’s sister Abby, a senior in high school. The following story takes place the day after a really banging party.)

A Delightful Afternoon

I woke up at noon. Drew’s lake house seemed lifeless now, odd after the raucous party of the previous night. Everyone else was still asleep, and I couldn’t really blame them. I was hangover-less yet again; I don’t know what it is about me, but I’ve never been hungover in my life. I’ve drank stupendous amounts of every alcohol imaginable – hell, last night alone I drank enough bourbon to kill a medium sized dog – but still no hangover.

“I guess I’m just motherfucking Superman,” I said aloud, stretching.

“Is that right?” asked Abby, suddenly behind me in the hallway. She was still in her PJs and was holding two plates of eggs; she’d just been making breakfast, I gathered. Her pajamas were really girly, covered in little fruit patterns, but I dunno, I found it sexy. Abby was a really petite girl. She had shoulder length brown hair and had a medium-colored skin; not to dark and not too fair. I’ve always had a thing for small women. I don’t think I’m a pedo or anything, but the huge-boobed girls never really did anything for me. Average sized breasts, even smaller than average, like Abby’s, were perfectly fine by me. I wondered, not for the first time, why I never tried anything with her. Then I remembered. She was Drew’s sister, and Drew was a fucking tank. Still, I always thought I might have a shot.

Anyway. Back to the conversation.

“That’s right,” I replied. “Wanna see my super strength?”

She giggled. Score.

“Is one of those plates for me?” I asked.

“Nope,” she said. “The other one’s for Bets. You’ll have to whip up your own, Superman.”

Curses. She walked off in the direction of the living room. I followed, watching her cute little butt bounce from side to side with each step. Bets, short for Betsy, and Abby’s best friend, was sitting in a beanbag chair in the living room, legs tucked into her oversized nightshirt. Bets was another one of those petite little girls, though slightly taller than Abby. Her hair was a bit darker and fell to somewhere between her shoulders and middle back. I’d had a crush on her for the longest time, too, but never really had a chance to get to know her.

The girls were apparently in the middle of a two-person Grand Prix in Double Dash, having taken a break only for eggs.

“Morning, Bets,” I said sweetly.

“Morning,” she yawned back.

Abby plopped down on the chair next to Bets and handed her a plate of eggs. I saw these girls in a new light after the way they’d been making out last night. That’s a mental image that will stay with me for years. I was just stumbling around the house in a drunken haze around 1:30 and happened upon these two supposedly straight females locking lips. Sure, it was probably the booze, but damn if it wasn’t hot as hell. Speaking of which.

“So did you ladies drink less than I thought you did or what?”

“We’re not all six foot beer depositories,” said Abby with a smirk. “Us little girls can only drink so much. Besides, you and Drew took out most of the fridge by yourselves!”

“Haha. Yeah.” Yeah. Good times. But if they weren’t that drunk, then...

“We’d let you play, but we’re in the middle of a Grand Prix,” said Bets.

“No problemo. I’ll watch.”

The girls weren’t bad. Bets kinda sucked at driving, but she knew how to use her items like a pro. She was playing Peach and Birdo. Abby had some real talent, though- she was playing Toadette and Paratroopa. Suddenly I had an idea. A crazy idea, but it just might work.

“Man, you girls suck at this,” I said.

As if in response to my words, Bets wiped out spectacularly and swore at me.

“You think you could do better, smart guy?” asked Abby.

“I could do better with my eyes closed,” I said.

“Care to prove it?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Joy of victory?”

“Oh, I know I’m gonna win, but I won’t waste my time if it’s not worth my while.”

“How about a dollar a game?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of articles of clothing.”

The girls looked at each other and started to whisper. I was still standing a little ways away and couldn’t quite hear them, but I did make out a few giggles. They soon turned back to face me.

“Okay,” said Abby. “But only if you get another guy to play.”

“Back in a flash!” I said, running off down the hall.

I pounded on Mike’s door until I heard him shout at me from within. I explained the situation to him and he was dressed and outside in under a minute, despite the fact that his sister was playing. It was a well-known fact that my friend had a huge crush on Bets, and wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. We returned to the living room, where Bets had taken the opportunity to slide on a tight pair of shorts. I was only wearing my sweatpants and a t-shirt with boxers underneath; Mike had on jeans and a muscle shirt, but had had the sense to put on a pair of socks.

“Let’s do this,” I said.

Abby and Bets stuck to their characters; I played my old stalwarts, DK and Koopa, leaving Mike with Bowser and Yoshi. The first stage we played was Daisy Cruiser, where I won by a wide margin. What can I say, I’m good at dodging tables.

“All right, ladies,” I said. “You know the rules.”

Abby lost her pajama top, but she was wearing a bra underneath, much to my chagrin. It looked too small for even her petite breasts, which gave them the illusion of being bigger than they were as they strained against their confines. Bets slid off her shorts and curled up under her shirt again while Mike peeled off his socks. Next we played Waluigi Stadium, which I hate, but we were doing random, so I had no say. Abby barely pulled ahead of me at the end for the win; that girl can do things with blue sparks that boggle the mind. I took of my shirt; Mike dropped his as well. We both looked at Bets to see what she’d do. Apparently she didn’t have a bra on, because she slid her panties off carefully under her shirt and tossed them aside before curling up under her shirt even tighter than before.

“Game point!” I said with a smile.

Next was Baby Park. I should have known. I made a valiant run at it, but in the end Bets got lucky.

“Come on,” I pleaded. “We all know that Baby Park is horse-crap.”

“You know the rules!” said Bets, mocking me.

I sighed and dropped my pants; Abby and Mike did likewise. That left me and Mike in our boxers and Abby in just her too-small bra and matching panties. Damn, she looked sexy. I almost wished she didn’t have to take off any more articles of clothing. Almost.

Next up was Boswer’s Castle. Oh hell yes.

“I just want you guys to know that I never lose on Bowser’s Castle,” I said.

It was a close race. I pulled ahead immediately, but a well-aimed green shell from Bets dropped me in the lava on the first lap. By the second lap I had passed Bets and was gaining on Mike; he proved a tough contender. Mike wasn’t a slouch at Mario Kart at all, but it was rare that he stopped me from passing. I just could not get around the slew of banana peels and green shells he threw at me. I finally managed to get around him at the end of the lap by trying for the shortcut; Mike took the long way around. My risk paid off; now I only had Abby to contend with. Bets ended up saving me- a blue shell just before the finish line gave me the win. I dropped my controller and pumped my firsts in the air.

“You and you,” I said, pointing at Mike and Bets. “Get naked.”

Mike went first; he’d played this game enough times not to be embarrassed. He made no effort to hide his erect cock, but just sat back to watch Bets. Bets blushed as she stood up, but she didn’t shy back from it, and I admired her for that. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, slowly pulling it off. First we got a view of her trimmed bush, which was quite nice, and then her breasts, slightly bigger than Abby’s. They were capped by light brown nipples which were not quite erect- yet.

I realized that while we were engrossed in Bets’ little striptease, Abby had slid off her panties without standing up and crossed her legs, denying us any view of her sex. Mike didn’t notice at all- his attention was all on Bets, whose attention happened to be on Mike’s dick.

“Like it?” he asked, noticing her gaze.

“It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen,” said Bets.

It’s true that Mike was pretty big, but it was also true that Bets didn’t have a lot of experience in this department. And anyway, mine was bigger.

“You can touch it if you want,” said Mike.

Bets accepted the invitation. She walked over to Mike and got down on her knees, reaching out a cautious hand towards his shaft. Mike groaned approvingly when she took hold of it and began to stroke up and down. After a minute or so of this, Mike told her to use her mouth, and she quickly complied.

I was a bit jealous of Mike, of course, watching Bets put her mouth on his tool. She looked so sexy on her knees, leaning over his lap, ample breasts hanging below her chest and tiny butt sticking out. I felt an urge to slip behind her and fuck the hell out of her with my hands on those smoothly curving ass cheeks or maybe squeezing her tits...

I was so distracted by these thoughts that I didn’t notice Abby sneaking up behind me until she’d wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my shoulder.

“Hot, isn’t it?” she asked huskily. I could tell that she was just as turned on as I was.

“Yeah,” I said, without averting my gaze.

Abby began to kiss my neck and run her hands all over my chest, lightly pinching my nipples. That didn’t really do anything for me, to be honest- my nipples are just kind of there you know?- but just her touch on my skin felt great. She moved one hand to my midsection and then to the waistband of my boxers.

“You’re naughty,” I said.

She stopped kissing my neck and raised her mouth up to my ear, whispering “hush” before nibbling on my earlobe. Her hand dipped into my boxers to grab my hardening shaft. She started to stroke it as her other hand left my chest; I realized that she was masturbating when she stopped nibbling and started panting. I got really hard, then.

I was still watching the Bets and Mike show, and I assumed Abby was too, which was really hot for some reason. Bets had moved her face off of Mike’s lap and was now kissing him vigorously, almost violently, while grinding herself against his thigh. She had lost any apprehension she might have had, which was fine by me, and I was sure Mike felt the same way. He broke the kiss and grabbed her left breast in his hand, squeezing it and pulling it to his mouth. He flicked the nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Bets threw back her head and moaned loudly. Mike’s other hand dropped between her legs and began to flick across her clit; she started to ride his leg harder, moaning regularly with each thrust of her hips. Mike started lifting his leg up and down in time to her thrusts, increasing the friction against her sex.

I was getting pretty worked up, needless to say, and so was Abby. Her hand not on my dick suddenly wrapped around me and I could feel that it (her hand) was wet. She pulled herself tightly to my back, setting her legs on either side of me while still kneeling. I could feel her pert breasts, still clothed in her bra, press against my back as well as her hairless and very wet pussy. She started to grind herself against me, mimicking Bets, and started making short, breathy “ah!” noises in time with her humping. Her hand stroking my cock got more and more erratic until I wasn’t really getting pleasure from it anymore but I let her continue without complaint. I turned my head and started kissing her fiercely. I could no longer see Bets and Mike, but from the way Bets shrieked, I gathered that she had reached her climax. It wasn’t long before Abby was groaning into my mouth as she came as well, her womanhood gushing against my back. Her hand on my cock stopped stroking and just squeezed hard, so hard it hurt, but in a good way. She continued rubbing herself against me, painting my back with her juices, for nearly a minute before she broke the kiss and slumped backwards away from me, releasing my aching dick from her grasp.

I could now see Bets and Mike again. Mike was fulfilling my earlier fantasy; Bets was facing away from Mike now on her hands and knees and Mike was plowing her from behind. She was making the same “ah!” noises Abby had been earlier with each thrust from Mike. Her breasts bounced delightfully as well as each thrust rocked her slender body back and forth, little droplets flinging from her sweaty nipples. I wanted to keep watching, but I had something else to attend to.

I turned around to see a satisfied but obviously still horny Abby playing with herself. For the first time I got a good look at her pussy in between her spread legs. It was soaked in her juice and her lips were engorged. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent moan. I immediately pulled my boxers off and leaned over her, my hand joining hers at her sex. Her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. She let me take over on her slit and moved her hands up to her breasts, pulling down her bra and beginning to tweak her sensitive, rosy nipples. As soon as she did I brushed my thumb over her clit, earning a sharp gasp from her.

“Not yet...” she moaned. “It’s too sensitive...”

I smiled and obeyed her wishes, slipping two fingers into her sex. She groaned as I began to pump them in and out of her. I kept this up for about a minute before placing my hands on her legs and leaning in to work on her with my mouth. I used one hand to hold her lips open and dipped my tongue into her a few times, reveling in her taste, before going for her clit. She protested but I just sucked hard on her button, bringing her quickly to a second orgasm. She didn’t make any noise this time, just held her mouth open in the same silent scream she’d had before as her legs clenched hard against my head. Eventually she relaxed and I moved my mouth from her lower to upper lips. From the way her eyes were closed, I though maybe she’d passed out, but she perked up again when I kissed her, my mouth still tasting of her juices.

“Do you like the way you taste?” I asked playfully.

“Yessssss,” she hissed. “I love the taste of pussy.”

That was too much.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid, now,” I said.

“God, yes,” she said.

I needed no further prompting, but just rammed myself into her. I got about three quarters of the way in with the first thrust and Abby gasped, arching her back.

“God you’re huge!” she gasped.

Told you so. Of course, to be fair, Abby was incredibly tight. Her box was like a hot vice on my cock; I could tell immediately that she was one hell of a good fuck. I pulled back and pushed in again, this time penetrating her fully. I was surprised at how easily she took my dick but I wasn’t complaining. I tried to take it slow at first, but she wasn’t making it easy for me. She clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against her eyes, groaning and shrieking and making some of the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard, all while writhing about beneath me. For a girl I thought was nearly comatose a minute ago, she sure got her second wind quickly. My slow pace didn’t last for long, and when she started moaning, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I lost all control and started jackhammering her. I lifted her legs up off the ground until her ass was nearly a foot in the air and pounded her for all I was worth. I was hitting her very deeply now in this new position and it felt absolutely incredible. It wasn’t long before I realized I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned her, unsure of what she wanted me to do.

“Shoot it all in me,” she said. “Pump me full of it.”

Who was I to protest? I let myself go, groaning as I shot what felt like a pint of semen into her tiny womb. Something in the back of my mind hoped she was on the pill or something, but I really didn’t care right now. I just squeezed her ass hard and continued thrusting weakly until I was spent. I pulled out of her and fell backwards to lie on my back, propping my head up on my hands.

“That was awesome,” I said.

“I hope you aren’t done yet,” said Abby, suddenly appearing over me.

Miraculously, my dick was still rock hard. I wasn’t known for my endurance, but this girl seemed to bring out the best in me. I decided to be an asshole.

“I dunno, I’m kinda tired,” I said, smiling playfully.

“Too fucking bad,” said Abby. She put her knees on either side of my waist and positioned her sex over my dick. She took hold of it and rubbed it against herself a few times before lowering herself down, filling herself with me in one stroke. She was quite well lubricated from the two orgasms she’d already had and my own jizz and had no trouble setting a fast pace with her hands rubbing her own breasts. No sooner had she started than she was already crying out in another climax; I was still quite horny, but my first orgasm had calmed me down quite a bit. I felt like I could hold on for a while yet and let her just go cowgirl on me until she’d had enough.

Of course, I was destined not to get the easy way out. With my eyes focused on Abby, her face contorted in the pleasure of her orgasm, I didn’t notice Bets sneaking up on us, and neither did Abby with her eyes shut tightly. It wasn’t until Bets had swung her leg over me and sat down on my chest that I realized this had suddenly become a three-way. I didn’t know what had become of Mike, but I really didn’t care. Bets leaned in to kiss Abby and snaked out a hand to torment her poor little clit. I was sure that Abby would have been shrieking in protest were it not for Bets’ mouth drowning out everything.

Abby continued to ride me hard throughout her orgasm and didn’t slow down even after she’d come down. I couldn’t get a very good view of anything except Bets’ back at this point, which seemed to be covered in sperm, so I grabbed her cute little ass and pulled her up to sit on my face. I started working her pussy over with my tongue. She broke her kiss with Abby and started crying out as I sent her into a sudden orgasm. She’d been primed by the time I got to her- maybe Mike wasn’t man enough to finish the job?- and I got a face full of her juices.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” I heard Abby say. Her pace had slowed slightly now as she watched Bets getting a tongue lashing from me.

“He’s fantastic,” groaned Bets.

After coming for what felt like forever, Bets slid off of my face and kneeled down beside me, her face right next to mine.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “You have to fuck me.”

“Ask you friend,” I said, gesturing towards Abby.

Bets sat up and moved over to Abby, kissing her passionately. Between sloppy kisses she managed to say, “Please, please share with me, Abby.”

“What do I get in return?” asked Abby.

“Anything, I don’t care. You can do whatever you want to me later. But I have to fuck him.”

This whole exchange was doing wonders for my ego.

Abby acted like she might refuse, but decided to share in the end and grudgingly slid off of me. Bets moved to take her place, but I decided that now was a good time to act out a fantasy I might not have another chance to fulfill. I grabbed Bets and forced her onto her hands and knees before sinking into her hot box from behind. She wasn’t quite as tight as Abby, but she still held me deliciously.

“Oh my God, Seth,” groaned Bets. “That feels sooooooo good.”

“Am I better than Mike?” I asked, not able to resist.

“You’re the best,” she said. “The best.”

For all my self control, I was losing it fast. It didn’t help when Abby slid herself underneath Bets’ head and pushed her mouth down to her sex. Bets dove right in, obviously no stranger to Abby’s nether regions. I reached under Bets and squeezed her breasts hard, kneading them around like dough. After a minute or so of me pounding Bets from behind and Abby getting eaten out, Bets pulled away from Abby’s pussy and started crawling forward, dragging me with her, until her lips were right over Abby’s- both sets of lips, that is. She lowered herself down so that her pussy ground against Abby’s with every thrust of mine and their nipples rubbed against each other. Bets kissed Abby passionately while I tried to think of something else to do with my hands now that they weren’t holding Bets’ tits. I settled for grabbing her ass cheeks but I quickly got a better idea when, after pulling her cheeks apart, I got a look at her tight butt hole. I licked the fingers of my right hand to moisten them up and began to prod at her puckered rosebud with my middle finger. Bets stopped kissing Abby and threw back her head as she started screaming. Soon she was arching her back in a powerful climax, clenching my dick so hard that I had to stop moving. This was enough to get Abby off too and soon I had two girls screaming under me as they both hit orgasm as a result of my efforts.

Did I mention that I’m mutherfucking Superman?

Eventually they stopped screaming and Bets collapsed on top of Abby, kissing her lazily. I began to move again, but slowly. I feared these girls had finally had enough, and I was right.

“No more,” groaned Bets quietly.

“What do you mean, ‘no more?’” I asked playfully. “I haven’t gotten my rocks off yet.”

It was true, but I couldn’t last for long.

“You can fuck my ass later,” said Bets. “Just let me rest.”

Damn. Well, you heard the lady.

“Do you want me to come in you?” I asked, remembering Abby’s earlier demands.

“No,” she replied. “Come on me. Come all over my tits.”

Either she didn’t share Abby’s love of spunk or she just didn’t have birth control. Oh well. I pulled out and let her roll over on her back next to Abby and jerked myself off. It wasn’t a minute before I was pouring another load, this one just as big as the first, all over both of them. I tried to stick to their breasts, but a few “stray” shots hit their faces. Heheh. Awesome.

“Don’t get any on the carpet,” said Abby sleepily, not seeming to care about being showered in my cum. “That shit is impossible to clean up.”

When I finally finished I offered my dick to whoever wanted to clean it off. Bets obliged and licked all the stray drops off of it until it was coated only in her saliva.

“I gotta tell you,” I said when she finished. “You girls are incredible.”

“So are you, Seth,” said Abby, and Bets smiled in agreement. “But we gotta go shower. Someone could walk in here any minute.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, be my guest,” I said. “Me and Mike should probably... uh, Mike?”

Mike was asleep on the floor, totally naked.

“Ah, well, he needs his rest,” I said.

The girls hopped up and gathered up their clothes, not bothering to even slide on their underwear before scampering off to the shower. I assumed they were going to clean each other up. Man, if I wasn’t already spent I’d be so there. But as it was, all I could do was stumble off to my own room and take a shower of my own, hoping that tonight might be a different story.



Copyright The Bastard, March 5, 2007