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"Look, can't we just get naked again?" Melissa tugged at her clothes. "This shirt itches. And these pants are too tight."

"I'm not comfortable either, but Susan will be here soon. We can put up with it for one evening." Then I added, "And then I get to undress you. I hardly ever get to do that anymore. Taking off your clothes always feels like Christmas."

Melissa smiled and shook her head, then went back to tidying up her living room. I turned back to getting dinner ready before her best friend arrived.

Hearing Melissa complain about wearing clothes was such a remarkable change from the shy, reluctant girl I'd met only three months before. When we first met, I discovered a girl inhibited by years of shame, guilt and fear about sex and men instilled by her extremely strict upbringing. Even at twenty-four, she had barely dated anyone, and had only had sex three times with the same inexperienced guy.

After our weekend camping of nude camping and sexual adventure, she was a changed woman. Melissa still felt some shame when we were together, but the fear was gone and she was rapidly releasing her pent up desires and curiosity about sex. It was a beautiful transformation to witness. I admired her courage and loved being the target of Melissa's growing sexual desires.

Surprisingly, the nudity helped. It was new to us both, but whether she was at my place or hers, she insisted we shuck off our clothes the moment we closed the apartment door. Just doing normal things without clothes felt great, and somehow it helped us to be more open with each other. Somehow, it's more difficult to keep secrets when all your intimate bits are on full display. We were so used to being naked around each other that now it wasn't sexual. It was just freeing.

Regardless, I still caught myself staring at her beauty. She had modest boobs with an unusually narrow waist that flared out to womanly hips and an ass that was broad and toned. I could look at Melissa all day and never grow tired.

~~~~

Melissa had invited Susan, her best friend, for dinner. It was a thank you, of sorts. I knew Susan a little through one of my close friends, and it was she who suggested that Melissa and I should meet.

"You did actually talk to her before, right?" asked Melissa as she fussed around, straightening up her apartment.

I was at her stove, cooking and called back to her, "Yes, a few times. It's my friend Doug who really knows her. She was there many times when we went out drinking. We talked a few times."

"Did you ever ask her out?"

"C'mon, she would have told you that. She is your best friend. No, I never got to know her that well. I thought she was already attached."

"Oh, she's constantly attached. And then detached. And attached again. She never keeps a guy for long."

"But she's gorgeous," I said. And she was. Susan was a classic Nordic beauty: tall with elegant features and prominent cheekbones, light blonde hair to her shoulders, nice tight bum, and big boobs. Overall, she was a walking wet dream for most guys.

"You know," said Melissa, "you're not supposed to tell your girlfriend that another woman is 'gorgeous'."

"Oh, right. Sorry. What I meant to say was that I could see how some guys might find her attractive, but she's a pestilent old hag compared to the radiant, heart stopping beauty of my lovely, funny and brilliant Melissa."

A cushion from the couch hit me in the back of the head.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "No disturbing the chef or dinner will be ruined." I tossed the cushion back at Melissa.

"Since it's you cooking, dinner is probably already ruined."

"Oh, ouch. C'mon, you have to admit I do okay for a guy. Of course, I don't have your genetic advantage."

Melissa looked puzzled. "What?"

"You know... the cooking and cleaning genes that all women possess. No guy can ever compete with that."

Melissa opened her mouth to say something but then looked at the can of furniture polish in her hand and at her homemade Hors d'oeuvres laid out on the coffee table.

We were still laughing and calling each other mean names when the door buzzer sounded.

Melissa let Susan in. She kissed Melissa on the cheek and when I extended my hand to shake hers, Susan pulled me close and kissed my cheek too.

"So, you're the guy who saved Melissa."

"Nice to see you again, Susan. But give me a break. Melissa saved herself. I like to think that I'll be the ruin of her. I bet her parents already think that."

Susan smiled. "They would if they knew what you two have been doing."

I went back to cooking and let the girls talk. When the food was ready, Susan helped us serve. We opened some cheap wine, and I proposed a toast.

"To Susan. Who insisted Melissa and I meet, and is therefore the cause of her imminent ruin." The girls chuckled, and we clinked glasses.

From the few brief times I had talked to Susan before, I knew she was brash and straightforward, so I was a little anxious. It was important to make a good impression, for Melissa's sake, since the pair had been best friends since high school. Susan studying me intently at the start of dinner didn't help, but soon, she was joking and telling embarrassing stories about our Melissa.

Susan said "I never knew that getting your brains fucked out would have changed you so much, Melissa." She eyed me for a reaction.

Melissa gasped, "Oh my God, Susan! You're so crude."

"It's true. You've really changed since seeing this guy. I tried so many times to draw you out of your shell. But I guess that's what's made us such good friends, huh? Guy troubles."

I poured us all more wine and said, "Okay, Susan, that's what I don't get. You're so pretty and you seem to have your act together. Guys must be tripping over themselves for you."

Susan paused then said, "Yeah, that's the problem."

"Uh..."

Melissa said, "What she means is, Susan attracts every asshole in the universe. What is it you call your theory?"

"The Too Fucking Pretty Syndrome," said Susan.

"Yeah, that," said Melissa. Arrogant assholes are always trying to get in her pants. And nice guys think they don't stand a chance and stay away."

Susan said, "Guys have been hitting on me since I was like, eight."

"Well, that's disgusting," I said.

"Welcome to my world. Everywhere its cat-calls on the street and macho dipshits who want to claim me as some trophy."

I paused. "You know... to be honest, I think I'm guilty of that too. I never even considered approaching you when we hung out at the bars with Doug."

"See? I wish you had. Then it might be me telling Melissa how happy I am, instead of the other way around."

I didn't know how to process that odd comment, so I said "But you can approach guys too. And online it's easy."

Susan said, "Oh, it is. But guys see my pictures and think they're fake, or I'm trolling, or a hooker. But I shouldn't complain. I have found a few good guys."

"Well, that's great."

"One guy moved away, another got tired of macho guys challenging him."

"Challenge him?"

"The 'hey baby, drop that loser and come be with a real man' thing. And when the assholes didn't take 'go fuck yourself' for an answer, there was always a fistfight. He got tired of it. So did another guy I saw for a while."

"Well," I said. "Then I guess you're screwed. Either you make yourself ugly, which would take an awful lot of work, or give up and become a nun. I hear there’s a big demand for nuns right now."

Susan gasped and Melissa threw a dinner roll at me.

Melissa laughed, "You're such an asshole."

Susan said, "So are all this guy's jokes this same 'dad joke' level of quality?"

"Oh, good point," said Melissa. "Imagine how bad the jokes would get if he ever did became a dad? I'd have to leave him."

"From what you told me, you almost did make him a dad."

Melissa blushed and cast her eyes down. "Yeah... that was bad. I'm on the pill now."

I interrupted. "Hold on there. Just how much did Melissa tell you about our camping trip?"

"Everything," said Susan.

"Everything!" said Melissa.

"Melissa, what the hell?"

"What? She's my best friend. We tell each other everything."

"Well, shit. Now I feel completely exposed."

"Oh yeah, speaking of that," said Susan, "You know, Melissa, at school you never even got naked in the locker room. Always covered up with a towel. Then you spend a whole weekend naked with this guy? Did he hypnotize you or something?"

I leaned back and rested my hands behind my head. "It's just my masculine charms."

"Oh, barf," said Susan, wrinkling her nose and giving me a look.

Melissa said, "You should try it. It's weird at first but then you just feel, well... free."

Susan eyed me. "Not with some guy's pecker wagging at me all the time."

"It's not like that," said Melissa. "Well, okay, it is at first. But then it becomes normal. Nudity is really only a sexual thing in North America, you know. In Europe they have public saunas and it's normal for strangers to be naked together. Go in with a bathing suit and they'll tell you to leave."

Susan looked suspicious. "Sounds like you've been reading nudist propaganda or something."

"I don't know. I just know that we like it."

"We? You mean you're still prancing around without clothes?"

Melissa blushed again. "Well... yeah. It's just normal for us now."

"So if I wasn't here..." said Susan.

"...We'd be naked right now."

Susan sat back in her chair and exhaled. "Holy shit. You crazy kids."

The wine flowed as the conversation progressed. Susan was clearly intrigued so I said, "It's not a big deal. Why don't you just try it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that."

I said, "I don't mean now. No, I mean try going without clothes at home sometime. Like Melissa said, it becomes normal pretty quickly. Even my 'pecker' is used to it." I smiled.

If we hadn’t all been a little drunk, we wouldn't have been having such a conversation. But we were all feeling a little loose.

When dinner was cleaned up, Melissa and I joined Susan on the couch with a fresh bottle of wine. We chatted and joked, getting to know each other, even getting into arguments about politics and religion. Like Melissa, Susan was funny and very sharp on current events and made some well-considered arguments during the conversations. I liked her.

Then Susan took a big sip of wine and said, "So how would we do this?"

"Do what?" said Melissa.

"Get naked. You say it's so great. I want to try."

"What, now? You should just do it at home."

"That's not the same, is it? I'm naked at home every time I take shower. Doing it around other people is the thing. And to you two it's normal, so... why not?"

I was surprised, and Melissa, looking at me, seemed surprised.

"Susan, are you really serious?" asked Melissa.

Susan said, "We always share everything, right? And where else could I try such a thing with people I know and can trust? So, how do we do this?"

I said, "Uh, well, I don't know. If we were to do it, we could turn off the lights and see if you were comfortable."

"Okay."

Melissa looked at me, unsure. "Susan, it's not a big deal for us. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Susan said, "Oh relax. I'm a big girl. And like you said, it's only skin. Just turn off the lights."

So we turned off all the lights in the apartment. The only remaining light was the dim nighttime glow of the city coming through the apartment windows. Melissa and I undressed. It felt so good to get them off. I took the clothes into her bedroom.

When I returned, Melissa hugged me. "Think she'll be okay?"

"Who's speaking, please?" I joked, groping Melissa's face like a blind man. "I'm more concerned I won't get to see any of her at all. It's so dark in here."

We looked over and Susan was standing by the windows, looking out. Then she took a breath, shucked off all her clothes, and put them on a chair. She went back to the windows, her slender body an enticing silhouette. She stood toying with a short gold chain she had kept on around her neck.

Melissa and I sat on the couch and sipped our drinks. After a few minutes, Susan came over. There was barely enough light to see even her outline. I expected Susan to sit in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, but she plopped down right beside me on the couch.

"So," she said. "How's your pecker?"

We laughed, then I did my best "Joey from Friends" impression and said "Hey, how YOU doin'?"

"Quite a way to spend an evening. Sitting here naked beside my best friend's boyfriend. And Melissa over there... a few months ago she was certain she'd be dragged to hell if she even looked at a guy. Now she's sitting here, tits out, sipping wine like it's nothing."

Melissa said, "I've been pushing my comfort zone, like you always said. So Susan, now that's we're, uh, comfortable, we do have a dessert prepared if you're interested."

"Oh yeah! The best part of every meal." said Susan. "What’ve you got?"

"Chocolate fondue," answered Melissa.

"You two planned all of this, didn't you? What's next, a game of naked Twister?"

Once we finished laughing at that, Melissa got the little fondue pot and tray of fruit from the kitchen at set it on the coffee table. She lit the candle under the pot. It cast enough light for me to see Susan more clearly. Her breasts were beautiful: large and perfectly shaped, with small areolas.

"So how do you do this?" asked Susan.

"It's easy," said Melissa. "Take a fork, spear some fruit from the tray. Dip it in the chocolate. We have pineapple, orange slices, strawberries, grapes and gum drops."

"Gum drops are a fruit?"

"They are when you run out of fruit."

"Here you go," I said, handing Susan one of the long fondue forks. "Careful where you aim that thing."

"Same to you, bub. I've got bigger targets than you." She glanced down at her boobs.

We started eating. I turned to Melissa and fed her a chocolate covered strawberry. She fed me in return. Susan dipped some pineapple into chocolate and moved it towards her mouth. I watched as a glob of chocolate dripped onto one breast.

She saw me looking at her boob. I looked up at her, licked my lips like a puppy and gave her a pleading, hopeful look.

"Oh for fuck's sake," she laughed. "Don't get any ideas. Got a napkin?"

Melissa had been watching. Suddenly, she leaned across me and licked the chocolate from her friend's boob.

Susan recoiled, covering her breast. "What the hell, Melissa?"

Melissa giggled. "Sorry, we’re all out of napkins."

"Oh my God. You really are a changed woman, Melissa."

Then Susan noticed I was looking at her expectantly.

"What?" she said.

"I get to do the next one."

Susan leaned forward and speared a strawberry. She twirled it in the chocolate, then taking very deliberate aim, held it high above my lap and let a dollop of warm chocolate fall right onto the tip of my dick.

We sat there for a moment, all of us looking down at my chocolate covered dick.

Then Melissa looked at Susan and said, "Flip a coin?"

Both girls thought that was absolutely hilarious.

"See if I ever get naked with you two again," I said. I started getting up to look for a napkin but Susan pulled me back down, smiled evilly. She lowered her head and licked the chocolate right off my dick.

"Susan!" exclaimed Melissa.

Susan sat back up and said, "A good guest always cleans up her own messes." She looked at me to gauge my reaction.

It erupted into a war. Melissa stuck two fingers into the chocolate and reached across me to smear it on her friend's boob. Susan did the same to Melissa, and when she leaned across me, her large chocolate-covered tit slid across my chest and coated me. So I pulled her head to my chest and rubbed her face against it. Susan then sat up, grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me right into her soft messy boob, rubbing my face all around.

When it was over, the three of us had chocolate all over our faces and chests. We sat back and laughed like children.

Melissa came to her senses first. "Okay, everybody stand up! I don't want to get any on the couch."

We stood up and Melissa turned on a table lamp. While she leaned over to examine the couch, Susan and I stood facing each other. It was the first time we were in full light since taking off our clothes. We just stood there, inspecting each other’s bodies. Even smeared with chocolate, she was stunning and judging from the trimmed patch of light-colored fur between her legs, a natural blonde. Susan also checked me out in detail, with a slightly hungry expression.

"Well, we're lucky," said Melissa. "None got on the couch." She stood up and Susan and I looked away from each other, feeling a little guilty.

"A food fight," said Melissa. "Totally childish, you guys"

"You started it," said Susan. "But it was fun! I haven't had a food fight in years. And never naked."

"Yes, I can cross that off my bucket list," I said.

"You had 'naked chocolate food fight with two girls' on your bucket list?" asked Susan.

"Well, yeah. Every guy does."

Susan shook her head and sighed. "Men."

"Okay," said Melissa. "Let's get cleaned up." When she saw Susan and I glance at each other's chocolate covered bodies, she added "and no, no one is using their tongue."

"Awww," I said.

"Awww," said Susan.

"Come on, Susan. We'll show you the shower."

"Can you turn that light off?" Susan asked.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Melissa switched off the table lamp. Again, there was only enough light to see shadows.

"Thanks," said Susan. "I'm still getting used to this nudity thing. It does help to keep the lights off."

"Well," I said, "we're not going to find the bathroom without some light." I lit a candle and held in front of me as I led the way to Melissa's bathroom.

~~~~

Melissa started the shower and I set the candle on the counter. While Melissa adjusted the water, I noticed Susan looking at me again, a wistful expression on her face. She was playing with her gold chain.

Melissa said "Okay, Susan. Go on in."

Susan got a mischievous look. "Let's shower together."

"Are you serious?"

"Come on! We've already seen each other. It'll be quicker." Susan grabbed my hand and tugged me into the shower with her.

"Hang on," Melissa said from the other side of the shower curtain, "I have to get towels."

Susan stood under the shower, water streaming down her lovely body in the dim candle light. She pulled me close and looked up at me with a serious expression.

"Hi," she said. It was almost a whisper.

"Hi Susan," I said, a little unsure of what she was doing.

Melissa stepped in behind us.

"Come get wet you two," said Susan.

Three people in the apartment's little bathtub shower was a tight fit. It took some awkward maneuvering for each of us to take turns under the shower. I was standing under the spray, soaping Melissa's firm breasts as Susan started soaping her back. I reached lower and ran my soapy fingers between Melissa's legs. She squirmed a little, and then forced my hand away, shaking her head as she glanced back towards Susan.

"We don't want her to feel uncomfortable," she whispered.

I spun us around so that Melissa was under the shower, my back to Susan. Melissa soaped up my chest while Susan started cleaning my back. Melissa briefly ran her hand over my dick and balls, trying not to excite me. Behind me, Susan pressed her breasts against my back and started kneading my ass.

"No fair, guys," said Susan. "No one is cleaning me."

So, I traded places with Susan putting her between Melissa and I. I looked towards Melissa to see if it was okay, but she was busy dutifully washing best friend's back. Susan grabbed my hands and placed them right on her full breasts. She gave a deep sigh then just stood there as I slid my soapy hands all over them, feeling their firmness, their weight, her warmth. Susan eyes never once left mine.

Behind her, Melissa said, "Okay, I'm clean. Susan, I'll get out so you can rinse off. Then she stepped out of the shower and closed the curtain. Susan backed herself under the water, pulling me with her. Suddenly she reached up and pulled me into a deep kiss. Surprised, I hugged her but then pulled back. She looked at me, her eyes searching mine.

I glanced towards the closed shower curtain. I whispered, "Susan, what are you doing?"

She took a deep breath and said "I... I don't know." She hugged me and rested her head against my chest. Then she released me, rinsed off quickly and stepped out.

I was more than half-hard now, so I turned the shower on full cold and willed my dick to relax. When I stepped out of the shower, both girls were almost dry. Melissa handed me a towel. She looked down and noticed that I was still a little excited. Again, she shook her head in warning, indicating Susan behind her who was bending over toweling off her hair.

~~~~

Back in the living room, we sat and drank more wine to the light of a candle. Instead of sitting beside me on the couch, this time Susan chose to sit in the chair opposite us. Was she upset by our experience in the shower? I couldn't tell.

"So this is what two do when you're together," said Susan.

Melissa said, "Well, usually by this time we're in bed." Then she covered her mouth when she realized what she had said.

"Oops. Sorry."

Susan shook her head. "It's so amazing you hear you talk like that, Melissa. It's amazing you're actually... you know, boinking."

Melissa snorted. "Boinking?"

"Well, you didn't like me saying you're fucking each other's brains out."

Melissa shook her head in disapproval.

"See? I'll stick to 'boinking'. Anyway, I'm happy for you. You've held yourself back for way too long."

"Thanks, Susan. I'm getting used to it but it's all been pretty wonderful."

"So you've been telling me. In great detail."

I said, "Melissa, you don't actually have to tell Susan everything, you know. I'd like to think we maybe have a few secrets."

"Oh we do," said Melissa. "I still haven't told her you started to... oh, never mind."

Susan said, "Started to...?"

Melissa looked down sheepishly and said, "Uh, you know. Use his tongue."

"Holy shit, Melissa," I said. "Some things you can keep private, you know."

Susan said, "Well, let's see. You run around naked every chance you get, including out in the woods, she likes giving you blowjobs because she thinks you look cute when you come, doggy style is your favorite position, girl on top is hers, but she won't do anal. And now you're eating her out. Did I miss anything?"

Melissa's mouth hung open, mortified.

"You like it?" Susan asked.

"What?"

"When he... licks you."

"Uh, well. It’s actually pretty fantastic. Almost better than sex. He makes me come every time."

Susan looked surprised. "Bullshit. Not every time."

"Well, yes. So far."

Susan sighed. "Wow. No guy has ever made me come."

Melissa exclaimed "But you've been with lots of guys."

"Not 'lots'. But most have been too interested in getting themselves off to bother much with me."

"But fucking, er, I mean 'boinking'..."

"That never does it for me."

"Oh it does for me." said Melissa. "Not every time, of course, but a lot."

"But him eating you out does? So come on, tell me. What does he do, exactly? Guys have done that to me and it's just been kind of... meh."

"Uh, ladies, come on now..." I said.

Melissa said, "Uh, well, I don't really know. It's not like I take notes. He just... does things. Lots of things. And then I'm gone."

Susan turned to me, "So? What's the secret? How can you make her come every time?"

I sighed. "Clearly there aren't going be any secrets with you two. So, okay. How can I explain something like that? I guess I just try to figure out what she likes best. Then I tease a little... you know, get her close, make her want it, take my time."

"And you like doing it?"

"Oh yeah." I looked at Melissa. "I could come just from watching Melissa when she gets excited."

Melissa kissed me on the cheek, eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

Melissa thought for a moment. She leaned against me and said in a little voice, "We could show her, you know"

"Huh?"

"Show her. You can't tell her what you do. So maybe can she just... see for herself?"

"Okay, no more wine for you, Melissa."

Melissa sat back. "What? She's already seen us naked, and we've already done some crazy things tonight. She's my best friend." She turned to Susan, "We could show you, then maybe you could teach the next guy you're with."

Susan was sitting there, mouth half open. But she was clearly interested.

"Susan? You okay?" I asked.

She looked at me and blinked. "Uh, sure. So, uh, you mean make a video or something?”

I looked at Melissa. She looked at me with excited eyes. "No. Who would hold the camera? I mean, he could just do it with me and you could, you know... watch."

"Melissa," I said, "I think you might just want to show off for your friend. Or you've discovered a voyeuristic side. I don't want you doing anything you'll regret."

"It's just us here." She pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "and I'm so horny I can't stand it. So either we kick Susan out right now, or in three seconds she's going to be watching me jump you."

"I see. But that's not what you want her to watch, is it?" Melissa just looked at me, excited.

I sighed, then stood and pulled Melissa to her feet. "Susan, we're going to the bedroom. I think Melissa wants you to follow."

"And you?" said Susan. "Would you be okay with that?"

"I don't even know. It's not like we've ever done anything even remotely like this. But I'll do anything for Melissa if it makes her happy, and it is just us after all. We'd just have to see."

~~~~

I led Melissa down the dark hallway into her bedroom and left the door open. We lit the candles we always kept in her room and stripped the covers off the bed. I hugged her to me and kissed her deeply. She was breathing heavily and looking at me with longing. Her excitement was starting to get me hard.

Melissa lay on the bed and spread her knees. I got on top of her and we embraced and kissed. When I reached down, I discovered she was already completely wet. She ran her hand lovingly over my cheek then said, "Do it. Please. Make me come."

I slid down between her legs. Melissa's delightful little pussy was glistening in the candlelight, ready to accept anything I want to do to her.

Then I felt the bed shift and beautiful, naked blonde-headed Susan was right beside me. I was so enraptured with Melissa I'd forgotten she was still here. Susan looked up at Melissa, and then looked at me.

"Show me," she whispered.

I reached out with two fingers and stroked down along the hood if Melissa's clit. Melissa gasped and pushed her hips up off the bed. I stroked her with my thumb then lightly licked her clit with just the tip of my tongue. As always, Melissa responded so beautifully, gasping, writhing, and trying to push my face into her as I teased and licked and massaged. I kept at her for several minutes, playing, doing things I knew she loved, experimenting with other things to see how she would react, bringing to the edge trying to keep her there without going over.

Susan had her head propped on one elbow, watching me and occasionally looking up at Melissa as she writhed and panted. When I paused to keep her from going over, Melissa looked down and reached for Susan's hand.

"It's so good," she breathed.

I went back to her. This time I inserted two fingers into her little opening and started fucking her with them as I gently sucked and tongued her clit. When I raked my thumb up along her asshole, Melissa arched her back as her tunnel started squeezing my fingers rhythmically in orgasm.

"Huuuuh," she groaned, holding my head to her. She never let go of her friend’s hand as she moaned, stiffened, and came. I watched enraptured, almost coming myself just from seeing my wonderful girl in such bliss.

When Melissa regained her senses, she looked down and saw Susan and me looking back at her. She turned her head and covered her eyes in embarrassment.

"Oh God," she said. "Don't look at me."

"That was beautiful," Susan said quietly. She squeezed Melissa's hand. "I've never seen anything like it."

At this point I was hard and in need of relief. I didn't care if her friend was here; I needed to fuck my Melissa.

I slid up on top of her, my dick easily finding her opening by itself, and pushed into her warm tunnel. Melissa wrapped an arm around me, trapped me with her legs and welcomed me into herself. I rutted and pushed as she clung to me, urging me on, her tight tunnel surrounding and massaging me, further fueling my base instincts. I pulled her legs up with my arms, her knees against her ears and started fucking her even deeper. There was no thought or reason now, just a blind animal need to possess her and satisfy my lust.

Melissa gasped, moaned, and pushed her hips up against me, urging me on. We fucked like hungry beasts, so in love, so in lust. Then finally, I pushed hard into her as deep as I could go and with a growl, filled my beautiful (something seems missing here). Blast after blast pumped into her as she ground against me and moaned, accepting all I could give her.

I collapsed onto her and tried to regain my senses. We kissed and hugged, staring into each other’s eyes.

Finally, I slipped out of her I rolled off onto my back, right onto Melissa and Susan's outstretched arms. The two had been holding hands the entire time I was fucking Melissa.

I lifted and they pulled their arms out from under me. I glanced over at Susan. She looked happy, and... hungry. It was my turn to feel embarrassed.

"Sorry," I said. "Letting you see that wasn't part of the deal."

Susan didn't say anything. She just caressed my cheek and she pressed her body against mine as she reached an arm across and hugged Melissa and me.

Melissa lifted her head. In an exhausted voice she asked, "So, did you see?"

"I saw. Boy did I ever see. It's like some porn movie with you guys." She paused. "Actually it's nothing like porn. You're so... loving together. Except for that last part. I thought he was going to break you in two."

~~~~

The three of us lay there in silence as the candles cast wavering shadows around the room. Susan clung to my side, arm across my chest, head on my shoulder, and absently pushed her hips against my leg. Melissa cuddled against my other side.

Susan said, "I'll leave you love birds alone now," and started to get up.

Melissa held her arm. "Stay."

"It's okay, Melissa. You guys need your alone time. Besides, if I don't get out of here right this second, I'm going to rape your boyfriend."

Melissa gave her friend a look of understanding then pulled my face to hers. She studied my face for a moment then whispered, "Do it to her."

"What?" I whispered back. "Fuck your friend?"

"Lick her. She said no guy has ever made her come. You could... I know it. And I know you like her."

Melissa looked like she was serious, but I said, "That's going too far."

"Why? She likes you too, you know. A lot. I see it. But it's okay. She's my best friend."

I still couldn't tell if Melissa really meant what she was saying. So I decided to test her.

I turned over to face Susan. Then I looked down at her pussy, back up to her and licked my lips like a puppy, giving her a pleading, hopeful look.

Susan chucked. "Oh for fuck's sake," she said. Then, "No way. You're not serious." She looked behind me to Melissa.

Melissa reached out and grasped Susan's hand. "It's okay. It's okay. He can really show you. Make you come."

Susan looked back to me and saw my expression. I wanted to... I really wanted to, especially now that it was clear that Melissa was okay with it.

I stroked Susan's cheek lovingly. She blinked, and then closed her eyes, pushing her face against my hand. After a long pause, she took a breath and lay back on the bed, pushing my head down.

"Go. Do it. But it won't work."

I could not believe this was happening. I slid down and readied myself between her legs but it felt surreal. I fully expected Susan or Melissa to change their minds at any moment. But Melissa was watching, excited, and she nodded encouragement. Susan was looking down at me too, mouth half-open, eyes filled with anticipation. I decided then I would try to make her come harder than she had ever come in her life.

Susan's pussy was exquisite, a work of art. From her trimmed light blonde patch of fur to her shape, so different from Melissa. It was a beautiful sight, and the heady scent of her arousal excited me more.

I started gently with just fingers and the palm of my hand, teasing, massaging, exploring. Susan gave little gasps and moans, her hips rising and falling.

Susan sighed, "That's nice. That's... that's really really nice." She stroked my hair and tilted her hips to give me better access. Then she couldn't say anything more because I started exploring and playing with more determination. I tried different things, trying to get a sense of what she liked best. But everything seemed to drive her on. Susan was gasping and puffing and groaning, trying to mash my face into her. I kept at her, teasing at first, then diving in more insistently.

I glanced up and Melissa was right beside her, lovingly watching her friend's face and holding her hand as Susan, with her eye tightly closed, grimaced and gasped and sighed.

I had been with Melissa long enough to be able to read her reactions well, but Susan was unexplored territory. I played and teased, trying things I knew Melissa loved, trying other things just to see Susan's reactions. When I reached two fingers inside her and started massaging her g-spot, she surprised me when she suddenly froze, and lifted her hips. She came hard, pushing my face hard into her, holding her breath until her contractions calmed and she was able to gasp for air. I held on all the way through it until she calmed down.

When I extracted my face from between her thighs and looked up, Susan and Melissa were looking at me. Melissa had a happy, proud expression. Susan looked like she had just run a marathon. It was such a rewarding sight. I lay my head down on Susan's tummy until her breathing was back to normal. Then started on her again.

I got her off two more times before she finally pushed me away and said, "Enough, stop. You're going to kill me."

I wiped my mouth and slid up between the two girls.

Melissa was beaming. "That was wonderful," she breathed.

Susan was breathing heavily, her skin flushed and her eyes closed. One hand toyed absently with a breast. I was rock hard, of course, and Melissa noticed my distress. But when I indicated I wanted to fuck her again, Melissa pushed towards her friend.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "She needs that too."

I was beyond arguing the merits of what we were doing any more. I rolled over onto Susan's side.

She opened her eyes and looked at me quizzically.

"Hi," I said. "So was that a little better than doing it yourself?"

Susan said nothing. She just grabbed my head and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, stroking her hair, her face, a boob, and finally her steamy pussy. As we kissed, I had worked myself halfway on top of her. When Susan opened her legs, I settled myself between then, kissing and stroking her the entire time.

Despite having come in Melissa not long ago, I was beyond hard. I was hesitant to push into Susan but then I felt Melissa's hand grasp me and slide me up and down her best friend's slit.

Susan pushed my head away from hers and said, "Uh hey, listen..."

Melissa whispered in my ear, "Push."

I pushed.

"Huuuhh..." Susan slowly arched her back and spread her legs, taking me into body despite herself. I pushed in half way, pulled out then on the next stroke seated myself all the way. Susan pushed back on my chest, her mouth open and eyes wide. I pulled out then pushed in again.

"Uuuh! God!" Susan breathed. She was still looking in my eyes with that surprised expression. Then she wrapped her arms around me. Her expression changed to one of longing and she breathed, "Oh, fuck me. Just... fuck me."

Susan was tighter than Melissa was, and felt different in many other little ways. Her tunnel resisted more each time a pushed in, and clung tighter as I withdrew. When I buried myself in her all the way and held myself there I couldn't feel her cervix like I could with Melissa but Susan squeezed me with her inner muscles like she never wanted me to withdraw, pushing back and levering her hips to get me even deeper into her.

I fucked her urgently. Not hammering away, but insistently, hungrily. I tried to control the animal part of my brain. I needed this to last. That such a beautiful, delightful woman was allowing me to fuck her was mind-blowing thing. That she was Melissa's best friend and I was fucking her right in front of Melissa with her with her full encouragement was incredible.

We kept at it, hard and soft, lovingly then giving into primal desire for a long time. We kissed, we embraced, we looked into each other's eyes. I was a little worried about Melissa, but when she reached to hold Susan's hand while I fucked her friend, I just let go and focused completely on Susan's pleasure.

Soon Susan's movements became more desperate. I fucked her steadily, sometimes pulling out completely then pushing back and forth just inside her opening before pushing in deep. Then Susan released a heavy breath, wriggled hard against me hard and froze, coming one more time. I rammed into her once, twice then was overtaken by an eye-rolling orgasm, flooding this gorgeous, needful woman with everything I had left.

I stayed on top of Susan, stroking her face and hair, giving her light kisses as we both recovered. Then I slid over onto the bed between the girls, exhausted. Melissa snuggled to my side and kissed my cheek.

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Sometime during the night, I awoke when Melissa climbed on top of me. The candles must have burned down; it was completely dark. I was already rock hard. My sly girl had to have been playing with me as I slept. She lined me up with her opening and slid down carefully until she fully impaled herself on my shaft. She felt tighter than usual and was very wet. Melissa let out a heavy breath of satisfaction and started to ride me... her favorite position. I reached up and massaged her warm breasts. Her breasts were warm, firm and way, way too large. It was not Melissa. It was Susan.

Susan slid her herself up and down, back and forth, milking my shaft, taking her time. I massaged her incredible breasts and let her do what she needed to. In the utter darkness, it was impossible to tell how long we went at it, but near the end I grabbed her waist and rolled Susan onto her back, taking her hard. She held me tight, gasping and rutting against me until once again I pumped her full of my come. Then we kissed tenderly until exhaustion overtook me.

Author's note:

This is a sequel of "All for You." Reading that story first will provide more backstory about Melissa and her boyfriend, but this story also stands on its own.