Watch Party

"Looks like we're the last ones here," Mel says as she comes into the kitchen.

I'm washing dishes and handing them to Sara—this is her apartment, and she's the host for the evening. She dries them, putting them away in their various cabinets.

Sara turns to Mel. "Evan?"

"I just helped him into an Uber. Poor kid's definitely gonna feel it tomorrow."

There's something charming about Mel calling one of her classmates kid.

This evening was a watch party for Sara's latest performance. She was the lead in the big spring production the school puts on each year. The professional recording was posted on YouTube, and that's how we watched it, on Sara's TV.

I wasn't able to attend the live shows due to a personal matter. Nothing too serious, in the large scheme of things. I caught up with Sara a few days ago and told her how much I regretted missing the performance. Gave enough detail so she knew I wasn't just saying it.

"I think I heard something," Sara had said, staying vague.

"Everyone said you were spectacular."

"That's just a vicious rumor." She laughed, but I noticed a hint of blush in her cheeks.

There was an awkward beat.

"Oh!" Sara said, like she'd just remembered. "We're having a watch party at my place on Saturday. A bunch of the cast will be there. You should come!"

I'm faculty at the university. I have a very strict, self-imposed policy about interacting with students. I may be one of the younger professors, but I don't hang out with them. Don't "friend" them on social media. I'm supportive and personable, but I keep them at arm's length. Stay guarded. Students enjoy my classes, and I enjoy teaching, but I've heard through the grapevine that I'm a bit of an enigma. I like it that way.

"Ah..."

"Please? It was a really great show. Everyone was amazing. I know you'll enjoy it. It's just a watch party—nothing crazy. Here," she said, pulling out her phone. "What's your cell?"

I gave her a look.

"I could get it off the school website."

"It's there?"

"Yup."

"Well, I guess... okay."

I recited the digits. She tapped away on her phone, and soon I heard a bright ding—I'd received a text.

"Just sent you my address. Six-thirty on Saturday. We'll start the video around seven."

I gave her a grimaced smile. "I'll try to make it."

Sara laughed and walked away, heading somewhere with purpose.

***

It was awkward when I arrived. Sara was surprised and delighted to see me, some flush in her cheeks. Everyone else looked kind of shocked. Conversation pretty much stopped as I stood in the entrance to the apartment, holding a six pack of craft beer.

Mel took control, walking over and taking my arm. "Okay! Nothing to see here! Just taking the professor to the alcohol," she announced, leading me to the kitchen. There was some nervous laughter. It wasn't long before the room returned to a healthy volume of chatter.

In the kitchen, Mel pointed to the six pack, asking if I wanted one. She used "professor" again. I told her that since she'd be graduating in a few weeks, she could use my first name. I told Sara the same.

Mel is short for Melanie, but no one calls her that. She's finishing her master's degree. Sara's a senior, wrapping up her undergrad. She's impressive—mature for her 21 years. Knowing they were about to enter the world as young professionals, I was comfortable being on a first-name basis with both of them.

We watched the show. Everyone whooped and applauded during the curtain calls, some still wiping away tears. On the video, Sara came out to take her bow. The cheers in the apartment were deafening. I didn't realize how hard I'd been clapping until I felt the sting in my hands after I stopped.

Sara's a natural on stage, but she doesn't just coast on talent. She works hard at her craft, and it shows. I'm impressed with how down-to-earth she is. Definitely not the typical narcissistic performer. She's comfortable in her skin and carries herself with quiet confidence. When she's not performing, she comes off as just a regular, grounded person.

Sara and I had been chatting amiably when Mel came in to give the update on Evan and the party's attendance.

Now Mel says, "I think there are a few more glasses in the living room. I'll get 'em." She heads back out to collect the stray glasses she suspects are hiding.

"You were really great," I say, nodding toward the living room TV.

"Thanks!"

I catch Sara's eye, making sure I have her attention. "I mean it. It was a terrific performance."

She sees I'm serious. Gives a slight bow of her head. "Thank you."

We look at each other for a moment. It's nice.

"Think these are it!" Mel returns, holding three more glasses—one with a substantial amount of lipstick on it.

"That would be Grace's," Sara says, taking the glass from Mel with forefinger and thumb like it's a dead bug. She hands it to me.

It takes some vigorous scrubbing to get the lipstick off, but I manage. I hand it back to Sara to dry.

I wipe my hands. Suck in an exaggerated breath and say, "Well, I should get going."

"No!" they both yell simultaneously, like we're in the middle of another production.

"Stay for one more drink," Mel says.

"It's still early," Sara adds.

"I'm just getting used to calling you by your first name!" says Mel.

I look at both of them. "Is it still early?"

"Yeah it is!" Mel says, loud enough for a sporting event.

"Well... okay."

They both cheer.

Sara pulls two fresh glasses from the cabinet and pours white wine into both. She hands one to Mel. I grab a bottle of beer from the fridge. I pop the cap off by leaning the top against the counter, holding it with one hand, and slapping it with the other. The top spins away with a sharp phist. Both Sara and Mel nod in approval.

They head out ahead of me to the living room. I can't help myself and watch both of their behinds as they go in. It's an impressive sight.

Mel is tall and slender. If I had to guess, probably my exact height—five ten. Tonight she's wearing tight jeans rolled halfway up her calves. A loose white blouse. She has long, curly brown hair—the kind that turns heads when she walks into a room. She's attractive, with bright green eyes, an aquiline nose, and a small mouth above a delicate chin. Her fingers are long, with unpolished nails that taper just past the tips. Her thighs are muscular, like she must have spent a lot of time riding horses growing up. Her bum is taught with just enough substance to it. The most impressive part of her body are her breasts. There's no way around it—she's got big tits. Not so big they look fake, or out of place on her frame. Just, well, big. They are so distracting that I have to consciously avoid staring at them. It's like they're a test. How many different ways can I avoid looking at her amazing rack.

Sara, on the other hand, is almost exactly the opposite. She also has wonderfully heavy breasts that match her wide hips and substantial rear-end. She's wearing a simple, knee-length black dress with short, high sleeves that complement her exaggerated hourglass figure. Sara keeps her hair short. It's black, which contrasts with her pale skin, and styled so that it tufts out in a fun, random, haphazard kind of way. She has small hands with nails she keeps short—and, like Mel, without polish. And then there are her large, brown, downturned eyes—one of her best features. A button nose and rosebud lips, naturally red enough to not require lipstick.

I notice that neither Mel nor Sara wears much makeup, if any. But both have on winged eyeliner. So common, I'm starting to think for women, it's the law.

As I follow them into the living room, I reflect on my "no socializing with students" policy. I'm not as conflicted about hanging out with these young, beautiful women for a few reasons: One, I'm enjoying their company. They're both smart and talented. Two, they were never actually students of mine—we got to know each other through my connections with the theater department. And finally, they're both graduating. I'll never be in a position where I have to give either of them a grade.

We sit in the living room—Mel and me at either end of the couch, Sara in a chair opposite, a small coffee table between us.

"Did you hear about Mel?" Sara says. "She got a gig in New York. Working on Broadway, the lucky bitch."

She says this with love.

I turn to her. "Mel, that's amazing!"

Mel lifts her wine glass and toasts the air. "Yes! I am amazing."

Her master's degree is in theatrical lighting design. Not only impressive for her to get a job in that storied bit of real estate, but even more extraordinary that she landed it as a woman in a male-dominated field.

Mel makes a dismissive gesture. "It's a low-level position. Gotta start somewhere."

"Still. You must be excited."

She smiles. "I've got a couple of summer festivals to get through. But then I'm off to the Big Apple."

"How about you?" I ask Sara.

"Couple festivals of my own. Then audition, audition, audition."

"It won't take long. We're going to be hearing a lot about you."

"Yas, queen!" Mel barks.

"How about you—" I can tell Sara was about to say professor but stops herself and uses my first name instead.

"I've got the summer off. The world is my oyster." I toast the air with my beer bottle, matching Mel.

"Nice," they both say, drawing the word out. Then laugh at the unintentional coordination.

Mel's eyes catch on my hand as I set the bottle down on the coaster. "Wow. You've got big hands."

"Do I?"

I know I do. I'm self-conscious about it.

"Yeah! Let me see."

Mel thrusts out her right hand, palm facing me, and spreads her fingers. "People always say I have big hands."

I'm a bit reluctant, but I raise my left hand to mirror hers and place it against her palm. It's close, but my fingers extend a little beyond hers. The palm is no contest.

"Wow," Sara says, leaning forward. "Your hands are huge."

I keep my hand pressed against Mel's for just an extra beat. It sends a tingle through me.

"Now I'm embarrassed," I say—but they can tell I don't mean it. Mel takes her time pulling her hand back. She places it on the couch cushion, narrowing the gap between us.

Mel gives me a look—like she's evaluating me. She raises one eyebrow. "You know there are lots of girls at school who have crushes on you."

"Mel!" Sara hoots.

Mel turns to her. "What? It's true."

I slap my hands on my thighs and go to stand. "Well! That's my cue to leave," I say with a nervous laugh.

"No, please don't," Sara says. "Mel just likes to make people uncomfortable."

"It's working."

"And as a matter of fact," Mel continues, full steam ahead, "I know one of them quite well."

"Mel," Sara warns.

"One of them is sitting right over there." Mel juts her chin towards Sara.

"Oy!"

"O-kayee," I say, trying to get up again.

"Sit down. You're loving this," Mel says.

"Really not."

Sara's embarrassed but covers it with mock indignation. "You're the one always saying how hot he is!"

Mel stares back at Sara, throwing her thumb in my direction. "Well, just look at him!"

"Ladies, this has been a lovely evening." Now I'm getting up for real. I check for my keys and start for the door.

Sara gets up and follows me over. She gently touches my arm, standing close. "Please don't go. We want you to stay." She takes a beat. Swallows. "I'd like you to stay."

Jesus Christ, those eyes staring back at me. This woman is going to be a star. I hold her gaze a moment. Then look over at Mel, who has a satisfied grin on her face. She's leaning back on the couch, knees just a little too far apart for polite company. Right hand still on the couch cushion with her left draped over the armrest. Several buttons loose on her blouse. She's in this position for exactly one reason: she's giving me permission to take in her spectacular tits.

Sara still has her hand on my arm. She looks at me in a way I can only describe as—beseeching. Tentative, she pushes herself up on her toes and kisses me gently on the mouth.

"That's what I'm talking about," I hear Mel say.

I put a hand on Sara's shoulder and lightly push her back down. "Sara."

"You don't want this?"

"It's not that I don't—god."

"Then take it," Sara says, back on her toes and kissing me fiercely.

There's a part of my brain—the rational part—telling me that this isn't happening. It's like something out of a bad romance novel. But another part of me, the part of me that is actually in this room, in this moment, says this is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

I start kissing her back. Our mouths open and we start using our tongues. It's hot. I feel a hand on my other arm. I pull back from Sara and turn to see Mel. We're eye to eye. She takes no preamble, kissing me hard. Mouth, tongue. It makes me go weak.

I'm not sure where to focus, so I go back and forth, kissing Sara, kissing Mel. In between their turns, they kiss my neck, nibble my earlobes, give short licks. I pull back for air and Sara and Mel take the opportunity to kiss each other. I watch them go to town in deep hungry kisses, flashes of tongue. There's a moment where all three of us are kissing each other, all three faces together, hungry lips and tongues.

I pull back and we break apart. The three of us breathing hard.

"Let's," I say between breaths, "let's just take a second."

I force myself to step away. I go to the couch. Turn to face them.

"Look. I'm not thinking straight." I collect myself. Inhale deeply. "You know I took a short leave. It's why I missed the show."

Both of them look at me, waiting.

"Me and my girlfriend—ex-girlfriend," I wave my hand to the air. "We broke up," I say, dismissive. "It was—we were trying, if you know what I mean. Trying for a baby. But no luck. We went to experts. Spent a fortune. The reason I was gone was because I went to a clinic out of town. That's when I learned that I... couldn't."

Mel raises an eyebrow, "You mean you can't..."

"No, no," I say quickly. "The plumbing is fine. Fantastic, if you want to know the truth. It's just the ingredients that don't work. We—I learned that I'm... sterile."

Sara and Mel stare at me wide-eyed. Then Mel's expression goes intense, devilish. She starts walking towards me, runway style. "Well then, sir," she says in a primal growl. "You're about to have the night of your fucking life."

***

Mel shoves me gently on to the couch. She reaches down and pulls off my shoes and socks. Meanwhile, Sara has come around to the side so she can reach over and unbutton my shirt while she kisses me. Once all the buttons come free she tilts me forward so she can help me take off my shirt. Mel nudges the coffee table with the drinks out of the way. She uses both hands to pull off my jeans. Now the only thing I have on are my briefs.

"I'm at an unfair advantage," I say, a little breathless. But I can see that Mel's blouse has had some of its buttons come loose. One of her breasts is hanging out, her bra doing it's damnedest to hold in her massive tit.

Sara goes behind the couch and lays both of her hands on my chest. She slowly starts sliding them down and back up in a kind of massage. Her hands are getting lower with each slide downward, getting closer and closer to the top band of my briefs.

Mel looks down at my bulge. She opens her mouth in surprised delight then closes it to a wicked smile. She kicks off her flats so she's barefoot. Then, in agonizingly slow movements, reaches down to the buttons of her jeans. She undoes them one at a time, but keeps her eyes on me. After the final button is loose, she rotates around and bends over, her cute ass at eye level, and pushes them down. They're so tight it takes some effort until they reach the floor, allowing her to step out of them.

Mel stands and turns back around. Loosens the final buttons on her blouse and lets it fall away. Now it's just bra and panties. Her bra unclasps at the front. She reaches both hands to unhook it. It pops open, but she holds the bra in place.

She looks at both me and Sara with heavy lidded eyes. "Are you ready?"

Sara half-whispers, her mouth near my ear, "I can't wait."

Mel releases the bra in one quick motion so it flies off behind her. Her breasts, now free, bounce gently before stopping.

They are the most spectacular I've ever seen, both in real life and in pictures. Full, round, outer curves that go far past her rib cage. Nipples so hard they practically point upwards. Dark pink areolas about the size of a quarter that fade beautifully into the lighter pink of her amazing skin.

"Shit," is all I can manage.

"Jesus, Mel, those are amazing!" Sara gasps.

"Aren't they?" Mel says proudly. She holds her breasts in both hands at the bottom. Then pushes them upwards where they scrunch up deliciously. She lets her hands slide free upwards, letting her tits fall back down, bouncing way too many times. I have to bite my lip so I don't blow my load right then and there.

"Keep that up and I won't last long," I say.

"We've got all night, Sugar," Mel coos.

She comes to me and leans forward, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut so I don't cum all over her hanging tits. I feel Mel get hold of my briefs, pulling the waste band up and away from my torso, letting my cock jump free.

"Oh dear god," Sara sighs.

"I knew there was something about big hands!" Mel trills with glee as she pulls off my briefs and flings them aside. Immediately she's got my cock in her hands as she tosses her long hair off to the side and around her neck. This keeps it out of the way so she can stick out her tongue and lick my shaft, bottom to top before taking my cock in her mouth.

The feeling is glorious. I can't help but let out a whimper. This inspires Sara to come around to the side of the couch so she can clamp her mouth on mine. We gobble each other, using generous tongue, slobbering recklessly.

Sara abruptly pulls away so she can watch Mel devouring my cock in licks and sucks. The sight has me madly thinking of long division equations so I don't explode.

Mel takes another long lick then sits back. She looks at Sara and says, "would you like a turn?"

"God, yes," gasps Sara, as she comes around and spreads my legs so she can sit between them. Mel stands, panting, and draws one elegant finger across her mouth to scrape off some saliva.

I notice Sara is still fully clothed. We're going to have to do something about that.

This distraction is enough to keep from spurting as Sara leans over my rod, drools a huge amount of saliva on it, then, starting from my balls, licks upwards, slurping up the saliva as she closes her mouth around my engorged cock. She moves her head this way and that to lick my shaft, up and down, up and down, occasionally throwing me looks. Pausing, pulling back slightly, then plunging down, taking my cock in her mouth. She doesn't go deep—there's no need. It's plenty to slurp and suck on her way back up.

"Girrrrrl, that's how it's done!" Mel marvels.

Sara bobs her head on my cock, fast now, over and over and over, her luscious lips slurping wet with each stroke. She finally pulls free from my throbbing rod, sucking breath like she's coming up for air. She pushes back and stands. She had ditched her shoes at some point, so I can see her cute little feet, bright red nail polish on her toes. She reaches down and pulls her dress over her head, throwing it unceremoniously onto the couch. She's wearing a lacy black bra and dark blue panties, traces of tiny hairs peeking over the waistband.

"That's better," she sighs.

Back down she goes, slurping my cock. Mel drops next to her. "Scoot over," she says to Sara, and they both go to town. Both licking my shaft, cupping and licking my balls. Each taking turns to suck.

"I'm not gonna make it, guys," I plead.

"We'll give you time to recharge," Mel scolds between sucks.

They lick and suck and kiss each other over my cock then lick and suck some more. I make a sound that let's then both know I'm close.

"You want the honors, or shall I?" Mel gasps theatrically.

"I want to do it," Sara says between ragged breaths.

Mel pulls back. She reaches up and runs her fingers roughly through my hair as my torso starts to buck. I glance over to see her watching, playing with her nipples, but I focus on Sara, who's bracing herself on my thighs, mouth fastened onto my cock, sucking and bobbing with my motion. I feel my orgasm coming. Nothing's stopping it now. I buck a few times, feeling wave after wave of pleasure, cum gushing through me, searching for release. A torrent of glorious sensation floods through my body, making me shout as I spew loads of cum into Sara's willing mouth.

She takes it all. Still sucking. Still slurping. Cum running down my shaft and smearing her cheeks.

"Jesus, that's hot!" Mel yelps.

Sara pulls back, taking another sharp breath of air. Cum is dripping from her chin. Both girls watch as two more spurts of cum flows from my cock as I let out a moan of satisfaction.

Sara goes to wipe her mouth when Mel says, "hold up, Babe." She leans over and kisses her passionately, licking the remaining cum and saliva from Sara's beautiful face.

***

I'm leaning back on the couch, my cock laying heavily against my torso. Sara sits crossed legged in front of me. Mel is reclining on her side, propped up on her elbow. One leg straight out with the other knee bent. Her marvelous tits hang over slightly, gravity doing its thing.

"Okay," I say, keeping my voice soft and deep. "Now it's your turn."

Sara smiles and gives me a feline-esque slow blink. "This way," she chimes.

Sara stands, her movements dreamy. She steps over Mel's leg, walking leisurely in the direction of the kitchen. I get up, offer a hand to Mel to help her up. She takes it, standing. I let her pass in front of me and when she does, she reaches behind and delicately takes my partially erect cock in her fingers and pulls gently.

I'm literally being led by my cock.

Walking so close behind Mel, I realize I have an opportunity I may never have again. I reach up behind her and take both breasts in my hands. My mind sizzles from their glorious weight. Then there's the added thrill of her hard, erect nipples. Mel let's out an mmm-ing sigh. She let's go of my cock so she can place her hands over mine and press. Now it's my turn to sigh.

I put my chin lightly on her shoulder and breathe in her ear. "I'm gonna burn this sensation into my brain," I tell her.

"Me too," Mel says, voice sultry. "The last guy who tried this did not have my permission. I'm afraid I had to break his nose."

"He deserved it," I say, giving her ear a little nibble plus tongue.

She let's out another deep, satisfied sigh and presses harder against my hands. My cock, which had been bumping against Mel's butt, does a springy leap, pushing against the silky fabric of her panties, poking her ass crack. Mel snorts a delighted giggle.

We watch Sara leading us down a short hall to a room at the end. Her substantial ass sways back and forth in the definition of sexy. Mel turns back to me saying, "Sara's ass is spectacular."

"Phenomenal," I reply.

"I just want to start playing with it," she suggests.

"Sounds like a plan," Sara says, letting us know she'd been listening the whole time.

We go through the doorway to a bedroom. It's tidy, but I get the impression this is due to the party. There's a sense that it wouldn't take much for it to revert to chaos. The room is softly lit, mostly white with some red accents. Draped lamps give the entire space a twilight hue, but I notice the bed is fully illuminated. I think I'm gonna appreciate that.

I reluctantly let go of Mel's tits as we enter. Sara grabs a fistful of blanket and sheet and pulls, circling the bed until they are completely removed. All that's left are pillows and the fitted sheet. It's warm in the room, but not hot. A perfect temperature to be naked.

Speaking of which: I'm standing in the doorway, very much aware of my total nudity. Time for the gals to catch up. I point a loose finger towards them and rotate it like I'm winding a clock. Then I make a sweeping gesture of myself from top to bottom indicating please take note. They exchange glances. Mel sits on the bed and leans back, saying to me, "Wanna help?"

"Yes," I reply. "Yes I do."

I go over to her. She bends her legs so she can prop her feet on the edge of the bed. Using both hands I take hold of her panties and pull. Mel thrusts her pelvis up to make it easier, then plops back down when I get the underwear to her feet. I pull them off and toss them aside. Sara is lying sideways on the other side of the bed, resting her head on her fist, which is propped up by her elbow. She's looking at both of us, drinking us in.

Mel grabs a pillow to rest her head, preparing to give us a show. Her feet rest on the edge of the bed, knees touching together. Keeping her eyes on mine, Mel slowly spreads her legs.

Her pussy is amazing. Light pink lips with just enough skin to fold outward. Her pubic hair is light brown. Surprisingly light, considering how dark it is on her head. She has it neatly trimmed, almost dainty. It's enough to send my blood pressure soaring.

Mel reaches down and draws two fingers against her pussy. Then raises them, pointing pad sides to me, showing how wet they are. Sara reaches over, takes Mel's hand and, with generous tongue, licks her fingers clean. My legs go weak at this and I stumble back against the doorframe.

Mel flips sideways to face Sara. "Okay, Beautiful," she says, "your turn."

"My pleasure. Would you?"

She turns her back to Mel so she can unclasp Sara's bra. Mel reaches over and unhooks it. The straps fall loose. Sara has one arm over the front of the bra so it stays in place. Sara gets off the bed to stand before both of us. Slowly, agonizingly slow, Sara pulls the bra down, uncovering her breasts. It's an elegant, sexy move, reminding me of what a talented performer she is.

At last the bra drops to the floor.

It's unfair to compare anyone's tits to Mel's, but I gotta say, Sara's are providing some healthy competition. They hang heavily. Her petite nipples standing at attention atop her large, milky white breasts. Sara draws her hands up against them like Mel did earlier, pushing them against her body before letting them fall.

"What do you think?" Sara chirps.

Mel responds with slow, theatrical claps, making her own tits bounce delightfully.

"A-plus," I say, drawing out the first letter.

Sara curtsies, making me want to devour her whole.

"Eh-hem," Mel says, eyebrows raised. She points to Sara's panties, and flicks her finger a few times downward.

"Oh!" Sara says. She spins so her back is to us, and lowers her body, Betty Boop style, as she wiggles her panties down. She holds them all the way to the floor so that we get a full view of her mind-altering ass.

"Ooh!" Mel yawps, reaching out and grabbing the air. "I just wanna squeeze it!"

Sara sits back on the bed, setting her hands behind her to brace herself. She tucks in her knees and spins around so she's facing us, keeping her legs pressed together.

"Are you ready?" Sara says, mimicking Mel from earlier.

"Yes," we deadpan in unison.

Sara does two quick sideways nods in a well, okay then! gesture, placing her hands on her knees. She slowly spreads her legs apart, driving me wild with this simple motion.

She's got a healthy amount of growth down there. Hair so dark brown it's almost black. Tightly curled. She keeps it maintained. Doesn't let it grow wild. It's a perfectly formed upside-down triangle pointing directly towards her luscious vagina.

I step forward and gaze down at Sara. She looks up at me in a sexy pout. I reach down and gently glide two fingers against her wet pussy, causing her to expel a guttural sigh. I bring them up to my mouth to lick them clean.

Mel barks a laugh. Sara and I look over. Mel says, "go for it!" throwing a nod in my direction.

Mel is leaning against the headboard, legs spread provocatively. Right leg bent so she can rest her wrist on her knee, lovely long fingers drooping. Her left hand is on the bed, palm facing down. Her boundless, curly brown hair drapes around her sumptuous nudity, her breasts resting deliciously against her frame.

Sara and I stare at her a moment, taking her in. Acknowledge being in the presence of such staggering beauty. It's as if Venus herself has appeared to watch us get off.

I turn to Sara. She's still looking at Mel, so I reach up and lightly touch her chin, guiding her to face me.

We begin kissing tenderly. Mouths, then cheeks and nose, neck and ears. Then more passionately, opening wide to explore each other with our tongues. Kisses get hungrier and I feel Sara grasp my hand and hold it to her breast, closing my fingers around her erect nipple. She pulls back, hoisting her body upward so her chest is in line with my face. I get the message, and clamp my mouth on her breast, sucking. I go back and forth, breast to breast, sucking and licking. Sara moans in pleasure.

I lean forward to give her one more wet kiss on her mouth, then pull back and kiss her breasts, her sternum. Down to her bellybutton, and further still. Kiss the thick mound then past her vagina to kiss her inner thighs. She lays back and I kiss closer and closer until I meet her pussy. In one, thick, slobbering motion I lick from the bottom all the way up until I get to her clit, fluttering it with my tongue.

Sara thrusts her pelvis towards me, letting out a long moan of blissful pleasure.

"There you go!" Mel encourages.

I take a quick glance to see Mel, index finger held sideways in her teeth as she rubs her pussy with her other hand. Long, slow, up and down strokes. I turn and go back to work.

I lick up and down Sara's cunt, stopping at her clit for extra attention, then down again, pushing my tongue in her opening. I slobber some spit on my index and middle finger and rest them on Sara's pussy. While licking her clit, I slowly push in my fingers, causing Sara to let out a long, full throated vocalization of ecstasy. I increase the speed on my fingers going in and out of her as I press my tongue against her clit before flicking side to side. Sara's shout sounds like she's cumming so I keep going til she climaxes.

I lift my head, loving the sexy sweat on her brow as she breathes heavily.

I pull back, knees parted, and sit on my heels. My cock is rock hard, standing at attention, like it's waiting to serve. Ready to pleasure these two beautiful women. It's sole existence—my sole existence now is to give Mel and Sara as many earth-altering orgasms as possible.

Mel sees my throbbing cock. It's big. It's huge. It's waiting for them to do with it as they please.

As if hearing my thoughts, Mel snarls, "oh, I'm gonna need that in my cunt!"

She works over to me, grabs my face, and kisses me wildly. Lips, tongue, face, teeth, ready to devour me.

Sara, still breathing hard, maneuvers to make room for me and Mel. I think she's being polite!

"Hey, where are you going?" I say.

"Not so fast, Young Lady," says Mel.

I lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Mel straddles me. We guide Sara over, Mel holding her hands, me, taking Sara's wonderfully substantive thighs to position her above me, facing Mel. Sara lowers herself carefully until her pussy is in contact with my face, ready to start on her next orgasm. I lick and suck, Sara moving this way and that so I don't need to adjust my head.

I feel Mel guiding my cock towards her vagina. Putting the tip between her pussy lips. Once she gets into position, I feel her push herself down on my rod. There's a noisy intake of breath followed by a yelp of, "Jee-zus fock-ing cah-rist!" Another noisy inhale as she pulls up, then a deep primal groan of pleasure as she thrusts herself back down on me. "You're a beast," Mel exclaims.

There's plenty of lubrication. Juices are flowing. But it's my girth that's driving Mel crazy. More primal moans as Mel works her cunt up and down my shaft. One more heavy sit on my cock, then Mel pulls up and away, disconnecting, my wet cock slapping my pelvis from the quick motion.

"Sara, you've got to get in on this!"

Mel pulls Sara off me and I sit up, happy to have some unobstructed air.

We're all breathing hard. Mel scurries up the bed so she's leaning against the headboard. She spreads her legs wide, shattering my mind. A little eye contact and Sara gets the message: she puts her head between Mel's legs and starts gobbling pussy.

Sara's ass is in the air. She spreads her legs so her pussy is in full view from behind. Might as well be a sign that says enter here.

I walk on my knees towards Sara. Line up my cock with her pussy. I delicately use its tip to part her pussy lips. Use the head to find the hole, getting it in just far enough to confirm. Mel sees what I'm doing and says to Sara, "prepare yourself, Babe!"

Now that the runway is clear, I thrust myself deeply into Sara's cunt. She throws her head back from Mel's pussy, letting out an animal cry of rapturous ecstasy.

"Holy fucking shit!" Sara yells as Mel laughs maniacally.

I pull back and thrust forward again. And again. And again. And again, making Sara's glorious thighs tremble.

My cock feels invincible. Like it could go for hours. A tireless servant to Mel and Sara's mouths and cunts.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Sara bellows, gulping air between bliss-filled cries.

I get overzealous and pull out entirely. As I go to re-enter, Sara says, "Wait! I've got an idea!"

Sara spins around saying, "Scoot to the edge of the bed, Mel." I back off to give them room. They slide down. Mel is following Sara's lead. When they get to the foot of the bed, they push their asses to the edge and spread their legs. Sara throws one cute meaty leg over Mel's slender one.

Both pussies are right there.

I plunge into Sara. Then pull out and thrust into Mel. Back into Sara, Mel laughing hysterically. Back again into Mel again, who lets out a deep groan of bliss. Sara giggles like a lunatic.

Something about this—the visual, the sheer ridiculousness of it, throws a switch in my brain. I pull out of Sara, stumble back and say, "Ugh, I'm gonna cum."

Sara doesn't miss a beat. She pushes herself back and says, "He's all yours, Mel!"

Mel looks up and behind. "You sure?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna cum hard just watching you guys."

We have our instructions.

Sara moves to the top of the bed and lays parallel to the headboard, legs spread wide, and starts sloppily massaging her pussy. Up and down, full palm, circular motion around her clit, pushing her fingers deep inside herself. She drops her head sideways to watch me, mouth hanging open, tongue loose, an expression of brain-sizzling lust.

Mel pushes herself back, snuggling her head against Sara's right tit. "C'mon," she growls with a sexy curled lip. "Fill me up with that useless joy juice!"

I laugh and I climb back on the bed. Then get serious. I give Mel a stare. She looks excited and nervous. I take Mel's legs, hold her calves so these long sexy legs go straight to the sky, bottoms of her adorable feet facing the ceiling. I spread them. Just as she says, "Christ, that's hot!" I plunge inside her.

She lets a howl of pleasure. Then rhythmic, animalistic vocalizations that match each one of my thrusts. I start doing the same, and soon all three of us are moaning in unison, escalating our cries as we experience mind-blowing bliss.

I drop Mel's legs and fall forward, bracing myself with my hands on either side of her head, and pump faster.

I want to be close. I'm an inch away from Mel's face. We stare into each other's eyes. Sara's watching us closely, breathing hard between gasps of orgasmic pleasure.

Mel and I kiss fiercely, then I pull back, our eyes locked.

"Fuck me," Mel thunders. "Fuck. Me."

I lose my mind at that. We're now hurling ourselves at each other, wet slaps of fat cock in rapturous pussy.

This does it for Sara who howls and starts cumming, twitching around in pleasure.

It's awesome, but I've got Mel's pussy on my mind.

I look down to see myself thrusting into Mel's cunt, my cock drenched, the feel her warm, wonderful pussy. I look back at Mel.

"God, I love fucking your cunt," I growl.

Mel kisses me hungrily again, then pulls back and stares at me, laser focused, with her intense green eyes.

It's too much. I roar in pleasure as I shoot my load into her, a torrent of cum, filling her pussy so much I feel it leak past my shaft.

Mel lets out a deep, throaty cry of ecstasy, throwing her head back, thrusting her pelvis towards mine. I feel her thighs shuddering as she squeezes them against me, twitching like Sara.

Amazingly, I'm still going. I still have some left. I feel a second wave of orgasm consume me. Mel yelps in joyful surprise when she feels it. She hugs me in a vice grip, wrapping her legs around me as gushes of more cum sprays into her magnificent cunt.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Mel exclaims, voice trembling in mind-bending euphoria.

She grabs my ass and holds on. Sara pulls Mel closer to her breast.

We lay there, shocked by our overpowering orgasms.

***

We're in the kitchen, shoveling food into our faces and replenishing fluids. We chat amicably about this and that, eventually letting the conversation drift into more personal territory.

Sara talks about her insecurities as a performer, which we assure her are unwarranted. I tell them a little more about the ordeal with my ex. They ask if I want kids some other way, and I say I'm not sure. Mel talks about being a woman in a male-dominated field—how insecure the men get when she fixes their technical problems.

I marvel. Both of these women are forces to be reckoned with. It's a great conversation. The only thing unusual is that we're having it naked.

Mel takes another long pull from her glass of water til it's empty. Sets it down on the counter and says, "So, Mister. You think you got one more in ya?"

***

In the bedroom, we kiss and fondle, not in any hurry. We explore nipples and pussies and cock and earlobes, and are just generally having a good ole' leisurely time. At one point, Mel's lying on her stomach between Sara's legs, feet in the air behind her, crossed like she's some teenager at a pajama party. She lovingly prods, tickles, and licks Sara's pussy, making her squeal with delight. Later, when I'm hard again, they experiment with my cock, trying to make it leap.

Next thing I know I'm plunging into Sara, missionary style, while Mel fucks herself with a dildo—lord knows where that came from. The funny thing, is in between moans, we're having a friendly chat, topics bouncing around all over the place. It's like we're on the train to work. At some point, Sara and Mel switch. I get on my back. Mel casually hands the dildo to Sara, then climbs on top of me and starts fucking me cowgirl-style. Sara lays back, head turned so we can talk while she shoves the dildo into herself. I'm now just playing with Mel's tits like they're toys, and she's totally into it.

We're a total mess. Mel's hair is all over the place. Sara's sweating like she just came in from a jog in 95 degree weather. I've got pubic hair in my teeth. But we don't care. We're enjoying each other's company. Rubbing our bodies together, generously exchanging fluids.

It's hard to know when the shift happens. We're no longer chatting but breathing fast, fucking harder. Sara's on top now, leaning over me, sweaty hair plastered to her forehead, slippery tits with hard nipples rubbing against my chest. Her eyes focus on mine as she humps my cock. I'm matching her movements, thrusting into her like a jackhammer. We hold hands, palm to palm. Mel's right in there, her face close, pumping her pussy hard with the dildo, one foot resting on Sara's back.

"Hey, I just remembered," I say between gasps.

"What?" they ask.

"This was a watch party."

"Right," Mels says, dragging out the word as she's breathing hard.

"You guys wanna watch?"

They exchange glances. They know what I mean.

"Yeah!" they both shout.

They leap off, push themselves against the headboard, and drape legs. Mel still has the dildo. Sara rubs her pussy joyously. I work my way back down the bed so they can see, kneel to face them, and start pumping my dripping cock with my right hand. Sara and Mel give each other high fives and start getting themselves off in earnest. They use their free hand to rest on thighs, tits, bellies. The harder I jerk off, the wider their eyes go. They watch me like hawks, licking their lips then hang their mouths open, no other thought than my bulging cock and their dripping pussies.

I drink them in as I pump. Mentally record them as they get themselves off with reckless enthusiasm. Watching their tits jostle, their soaking wet pussies. Their hands and feet and neck and legs and thighs and lips and calves. Every inch of their beings.

I'm getting close and they can tell. They are too. We vocalize our pleasure. Animal sounds of blissful ecstasy. Beautiful agony, that builds and builds and builds. Leading to that rush. That firehose of pleasure. I feel it down low. Feel it moving, electric, through my body. That surge right before the explosion.

"I'm cumming!" I yell.

"I'm cumming!" barks Mel.

"I'm cumming!" shouts Sara.

We cum and cum and cum together. Mine shooting straight in the air, improbably high. Mel and Sara cheer in delirium, thrilled by the sight.

I'm still cumming. They're still cumming. How can I still be so full that I'm spraying like a fountain. Mel and Sara laugh and cum harder as they watch. A cacophony of ecstatic sounds of pleasure. The cum flows. The pussies gush. The sounds of two women and a man howling their pleasure. Spurting, spraying, splashing with explosions of ecstasy.

There are still some post-cumming orgasms as our moans begin to subside. Sara, who seemed done, suddenly thrusts her middle upwards, letting out a cry of pleasure. This makes Mel let out a guttural moan as she pushes the dildo deep, then gives a hoot of orgasmic joy. My torso twitches as more cum pours out my cock and runs down the shaft.

Eventually this slows too. I collapse on my side and the three of us look at each other, letting our breathing slow. We go in and kiss each other, not too hard, but still sloppy. Me and Mel. Mel and Sara. Sara and me. Then the three of us push our faces together for a long-held, three-way kiss.

We lie down, clinging to each other. We don't want this moment to end.

It's quiet in the room. Still. Just the sounds of our breathing. Light from the outside peeks through a window telling us we dedicated the whole night to our mutual bliss. We lie there, satisfied. Happy to be together.

I think of what Mel told me earlier. She absolutely called it. This was the best fucking night of my life.