Friends Old and New

"Twenty years is a big milestone!" Taylor's voice said in my ear through the bluetooth earphone.

"It sure is," I replied "which is why I think we need to do something."

Taylor and I were creeping up on a momentous celebration: twenty years of friendship. We had met online when we were sixteen, although we wouldn't meet in person until four years later when we were both in a position to make it happen. I had grown up outside Nashville, Tennessee, and she had been living in a small town on the Gulf coast of Texas. In those early days it had been easier to pull off visits, and we made sue to alternate as much as possible to not put all the strain on one person.

But then I got a great job after graduating college and moved to Portland, Oregon. Despite having more money, finding time to travel had become more difficult as we got older. Much of our travel and vacation time was now spent visiting family and the likes, and our time together had become rarer and rarer.

Which was why I made it a point to call her every week while grocery shopping. It had become our thing, we'd both go to the grocery store and talk to each other while we shopped.

"Exactly. I know it's been a few years since we last got together, but I think if anything calls for some hanging out with one of my oldest friends, it's this." Taylor said, the sound of her putting something heavy into her shopping cart ringing through the earpiece. "I could start looking into flights up to Portland when I get home."

"Actually, I was thinking I'd come down there." I said.

"Really? You'd rather come to Texas?"

I shrugged, then laughed at myself knowing she couldn't see me.

"I could stand to get out of the city for a bit."

There was some silence for a moment, aside from the ambient sound of the grocery store in the background. Other people talking, things being put in carts, a particularly squeaky wheel, and music that hadn't been popular for at least a decade playing over speakers. It was clear that Taylor was checking something, but soon enough her cheerful voice came back.

"How about second week of September? The kid will be with her dad all week, so I'll have the house to myself. It also give you a bit of heads up for your boss."

She was right, I would need to let my boss know and put in my PTO request, and the more time I gave him the better.

"Sounds like a solid plan to me," I said "I'll put in the request on Monday and let you know. I don't think I'll be able to get the entire week off, I don't know how much PTO I have left, but I should be able to make it down for a good chunk of it."

"Great, then let's plan for that week!"

After that our conversation mostly turned back to more mundane things like work, but I found myself smiling more than usual during our chats. It would be good to see her again, it really had been too long. It had been something like six years since the last time we got together, and despite our best efforts making it work just hadn't been possible.

Taylor's daughter was eight now, and other than seeing me on the occasional video call, her only real interaction with me has been when she was a baby. And traveling with a small child as a single mom was just too rough, which had made Taylor coming to visit me more difficult than either of us would have liked. But she loved her daughter, and I would never begrudge her own child coming before a friend.

So the idea of a couple days of just me and Taylor getting to hang out, maybe hit the beach, and enjoy some of the good food in the area was really appealing to me. Nothing against her daughter, she was a lovely girl, but sometimes it was nice to just be able to be adults for a bit.

That Monday I put in my PTO request and let my boss know what was going on. To my surprise, he approved it almost immediately. Apparently we were going to be between projects at the time, so he didn't mind me taking a little time off. That day at work I was practically beaming, I had expected something of a fight, or to be stuck checking my request every day until nearly the last minute and then getting absolutely fucked on a flight.

When I texted Taylor to let her know I got the time approved, she was ecstatic. I was able to find a flight pretty easily, and a nice direct one to boot. This was going to be the smoothest vacation of my life, it seemed, and I didn't even know the half of it.

The week before my trip I once again called Taylor while doing my grocery shopping. Our conversation was mostly about how excited we were for this trip to work out, and how nice it'd be to see each other again.

"So, I know this is our celebration, but would you be okay if a third joins us?" Taylor asked me. She actually sounded hesitant for a moment, which was unlike her.

"The kid not going to her dad's after all?" I asked. It must have been a very sudden change of plans, otherwise I feel like she would have let me know ahead of time.

"No, she's still going on her trip with her dad. But my friend Megan might be staying with me that week. Her apartment is undergoing renovations, and she asked if she could crash here in the meantime."

"That's not a problem." I said.

I had never met Megan, but I had seen plenty of her. Her and Taylor were best friends, closer than family in some respects, so she popped up on Taylor's social media posts pretty regularly. I knew Taylor was too good a person to turn her away, and I didn't hold that against her. Her caring nature was part of what I loved about her.

"Should I look into getting a hotel?" I asked. I knew she only had one guest bedroom at her house, and I was fairly sure that it only had a single bed in there.

"No!" She said. "We'll figure something out. I'm not going to put you out even more money by having to try and book a hotel a week before you need it. They'll bend you over and fuck you raw, you know that."

She wasn't wrong. Hotels were notorious for fucking people over if it was short notice. Hotels and airlines had that obnoxious habit in common.

"You sure? I don't want to be a burden at all."

"You're never a burden." She replied in a soft and comforting voice. "We've been planning this visit for almost a month, we're gonna make it work."

I trusted her, she had never given me reason not to, so I just left it at that.

Soon enough the time came for me to fly out to Texas. I sent Taylor my flight info so she could pick me up at the airport, and then settled in for the six hour flight. I scheduled the earliest flight I could to ensure we got the most time to spend together for this celebration.

When I made my way to the baggage claim I was met with a face I hadn't seen in person in far too long.

Taylor stood there, waiting with a smile on her face. The moment we spotted each other we made a beeline for the other, meeting half-way and giving each other the biggest hug we could. Once we finally broke our embrace, I took a step back and looked at my friend, in the flesh, for the first time in many years.

Taylor was roughly my height, at five foot ten inches, with reddish brown hair that, when set free, hung down to her chest. She had slightly round cheeks that clashed with her more squared jaw, and a wide, toothy, smile that was uniquely her. She was still relatively lean, even after having a kid, but certainly had a little more curve to her than when we were younger.

She wore a pair of jeans that flared out a little at the bottom, but hugged her hips quite tightly, a pink tank-top that was surprisingly low cut to reveal the heavy patch of freckles that dotted her sternum, and a navy blue over shirt that hung loose on her.

I had always found Taylor attractive, it was hard not to, and as we got older I only thought she got better looking. After she had had her daughter she went through a period of feeling unattractive, and I had of course been there for her when she needed me. And I had been honest with her that I still thought she was beautiful, and in fact probably even more so than before. Seeing her in person always really hammered home how stunning she was, in ways that pictures or video calls could never really convey (not that she didn't look great in said pictures).

She was an interesting in how we grow as people. As we grew up together, I found my tastes in women changing, and she always managed to stay in my "absolutely a hottie" category. I didn't often find myself thinking about her physical qualities, but seeing her in the flesh after so long my mind couldn't help but notice that she still looked really good.

"How was the flight?" She asked as we walked over to the baggage carousel and waited for my bag to come into view.

"Good. I slept for most of it, thankfully."

I had never been a huge fan of flying. It wasn't exactly a fear, I know that flying is actually very safe, but I always hated how cramped it was. If I could avoid flying I would. When I lived in Tennessee I was happy to make the drive down to see Taylor; fifteen hours in a car by myself with my music, able to stop and stretch my legs whenever I wanted, breathing the fresh air? Hell yes, count me in. But now it was more than double that for a drive, and so I flew.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm so excited your here." Taylor said with a smile. Her teeth weren't perfect, but they were very white.

"Me too." I said, hugging her again. "No Megan? I trust you didn't leave her in the car."

"No, I'm gonna be picking her up later this afternoon. She's gathering up some stuff to bring with her. I figured we could go pick her up and the three of us could grab dinner?"

"Sounds good to me."

My bag finally made an appearance, I grabbed it and we made our way out to the parking lot. It was finally starting to cool down a little bit, but the temperature difference between Texas and Oregon was still staggering.

I took a deep breath and smiled. This was going to be the vacation of my dreams, even if I didn't know it yet. But in that moment, I was just happy to be with my friend.

As we drove back to Taylor's house we chatted about my flight, sharing woeful tales about dealing with other passengers and screaming children. I told her about a woman on my flight who seemed hellbent on disagreeing with every flight attendant who had the misfortune of making eye contact with her.

It was good to be talking to Taylor in person again, not just hearing her voice through a phone. To be able to see her smile, genuinely hear her laugh, and look over to see the side-eye I got when I would make an intentionally bad joke was far more satisfying than getting to just hear her voice on an earpiece.

When we reached her house she showed me to the guest bedroom so I could get my stuff put away. It was a modestly sized room with a queen sized bed, which Taylor informed me was a new addition as the old bed just didn't seem cozy enough, a dresser, a bedside table with a lamp, and some contraption hanging on the outside of the closet door that was clearly designed to allow people to hang an outfit on it. There were also some shelves with various decorative items on them, and a couple art pieces she had bought from local artists to hang up.

I was happy to live out of my suitcase, so I settled that into a corner where it would be out of the way, and made my way back out into the main area of the house.

Taylor's hours wasn't fancy, but it was quite nice. Three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a decent sized yard, and it was a ranch style so no dealing with stairs. When you walked in you found yourself in the main living area, with the kitchen and dining are to your left, and a living room to the right. The living room had a nice sized TV, as Taylor did love playing video games in her downtime, a large couch, and a comfy looking chair orbiting a beautiful wooden coffee table with a variety of books scattered on top of it.

The kitchen was sectioned off from the hall and living area by a built in island/counter, with four tall bar seats lined up on the hallway side of it. Closer to the door was a small dining area with a round wooden table. Only Taylor and her daughter lived here, but she was always prepared for guests. Whether that be her family, or putting up visiting friends, Taylor was ready.

Hanging on the walls in the living room were many pictures, mostly from Taylor's youth, as well as a bunch of her daughter over the years. In one collage frame I spotted a picture of the two of us from many years back. We were in our early 20's, sitting at the outdoor seating of a small bar that had long since gone out of business, fresh young faces full of life, raising our bottles in a cheer to each other and our friendship. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't feel a tear roll down my cheek.

What took me even more by surprise was that several of the pictures on the wall featured her daughter's father, her ex-husband. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me. While their relationship had ended, it hadn't been a n ugly falling out. He had lived nearby for a while, but new work had taken his up to the Dallas area, which was a roughly six hour drive one way. She was still on good terms with him, despite never remarrying, and I supposed it was good for their daughter that her mom didn't act like her father didn't exist.

Taylor took a call from said ex, her daughter calling to talk. I told her it was fine, and went and laid down on the bed in the guest room for a little bit while she chatted with her kid. I was happy to be in a bed. I wasn't tired, but it was nice to stretch out and just relax for a little bit.

I stared up at the ceiling, my arms stretched up above my head, when the door creaked open. I turned my head to see Taylor standing in the doorway with a smile on her face.

"Sorry, I probably should have knocked." She said.

"It's your house." I replied with a smile.

"I wanted to apologize for how long that took. There was some big thing at the zoo they went to, and she had a lot to share."

"Never need to apologize for being a good mom." I said, sitting up on the bed. "Besides, I clearly needed to lay down for a minute."

She gave me a small smile, and then gestured to me with a sweeping arm motion. "Come on," she said "we should probably go get Megan."

I nodded, put my shoes back on, and followed her back out to the car.

Megan didn't live particularly far away, but we still had time to chat on the way over.

"So, where exactly is Megan going to sleep? Because if one of us needs to post up on the couch, it should be me." I said.

"Neither of you are sleeping on the couch." Taylor said. "I wouldn't do that to either of you. Despite how comfy that couch is, I'm not making someone sleep there if I don't have to."

"Well," I said with a jovial tone to my voice "if she's game to share a bed I don't snore too badly at least."

That got a good chuckle out of her.

"Megan'll be sleeping in my bed, for your information. But glad to know you're willing to fall on that sword."

We both laughed this time, and then her comment struck me.

"Wait," I said with a glance over at my dear friend "so you two will be sharing a bed?"

"I have a king sized bed," she replied "so plenty of room. Also, not like the first time we've both slept in the same bed."

I wanted so badly to inquire further, my mind racing at the ideas, but we had pulled up to Megan's apartment complex before I could form any words. I hadn't ever really considered the idea of Taylor and Megan having some sort of sexual relationship, but suddenly my imagination was having a field day.

As we pulled up we saw Megan standing outside her building, a dufflebag sitting on the ground either side of her. She was packed for the long run, it seemed.

We both got out and went to greet her. Taylor and Megan hugged, and then turned to me.

"Megan, this is Pete. Pete, Megan." Taylor said with appropriate hand gestures.

I reached out a hand which Megan took eagerly with a smile on her face.

"The infamous Pete, in the flesh!" Megan said.

"Infamous is a strong word, I'm far too boring to be infamous."

"Well, Taylor has told me a lot about you."

I glanced over at Taylor, who stood by with a grin on her own face.

"I trust all good." I said, directing the statement at both of the women. "I've heard a fair bit about you as well, Megan. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Megan was almost the opposite of Taylor in terms of looks. She was was a bit shorter than us, barely coming up to Taylor's shoulders, more broadly built with curves that certainly caught the eye, thick thighs protruding out from the shorts she wore. She wore a Texas Rangers t-shirt, and it was clear even with it being a tad bit loose that she was rather well endowed in the breasts. She had dark brown, nearly black, hair with blonde highlights that cascaded down past her shoulders and to her chest. She also had a darker complexion, being far more tan than our mutual friend.

I had seen plenty of pictures of Megan, but pictures never quite capture everything. She, like Taylor, was a very attractive woman, there was certainly no denying that.

I helped Megan with her bags, loading them into the trunk of Taylor's car, and we headed off to dinner. We ended up at a little seafood place not far from Taylor's house, and I often forgot how different the fare could be between the Gulf of Mexico and the Pacific Ocean in terms of seafood. We all happily ate and enjoyed chatting. Megan asked more about Oregon, my work and the likes. She already seemed to know a fair bit about me, presumably from talking to Taylor, but I was happy to fill in any gaps in her knowledge.

"Twenty years is a long time," Megan said "I don't think I've know anyone outside my family for that long. How have you tow managed to stay such good friends for that long?"

It was funny she put it that way, considering Megan was only 26.

"Shared interests, mutual respect, and a one hundred percent honesty policy." Taylor answered before taking a bite of her swordfish.

"Honesty policy? What do you mean?" Megan asked.

I fielded this question as Taylor was still happily munching away at her dinner. "When we first started talking we agreed that we would always be completely honest with each other, with a few rare exceptions. And it's worked out pretty well."

"Exceptions?"

"If we swore secrecy to someone else, or legal shit like a NDA or whatever. But otherwise if we ask each other something we answer with total honesty." I replied, before taking a bite of my own dinner, a lovely grouper with some sort of absolutely heavenly sauce.

"So you guys never lie to each other?" Megan seemed utterly perplexed by the concept.

"Yep," Taylor chimed in "and if we can't divulge some sort of information we just tell the other that we can't say. Works like a charm."

Megan's eyes darted back and forth between Taylor and I, some sort of thought running through her head that she didn't want to speak aloud. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"And that's never caused any problems?" She asked.

Taylor and I shared a look, then, looking back to Megan, we both shook our heads.

In fact, that policy had been the cornerstone of our entire relationship. It had saved us from any miscommunications, and had done wonders for us, especially as teenagers. Even our rule about not telling each other things had been rarely used, and it had mostly been about work related stuff. And yet, despite this open honesty policy, there were things we had simply never broached. I could have asked Taylor all sorts of questions about her body, or her sex life, and vice versa, but neither of us had ever seen it pertinent to ask such things. As such, there were still things we didn't know about each other.

Once we finished dinner we headed back to Taylor's house, at which point I excused myself to get some sleep. Both Taylor and Megan understood, wished me a good night, and I went into the guest room. I changed into my sleep pants, took off my glasses and climbed into the provided bed. It didn't take long before sleep overtook me entirely.

The following morning I came out to find Taylor and Megan already awake, Megan sitting comfortably on one of the chairs at the counter. She pulled the one next to her out and patted it with a smile on her face. I happily accepted the offered seat and joined her. Taylor was standing on the other side of the counter, a waffle maker working hard. On the stove behind her a pan of bacon sizzled and filled the house with a delicious aroma.

I couldn't help but notice the attire of the two women I was sharing the house with. They both wore pajama shorts, Taylor's black with pink frills around the legs, Megan's a plain cobalt blue color. Taylor wore a tank top from a local radio station, a plain black bra peeking out from under the straps of the tank. Megan wore a baggy black t-shirt, one she had clearly stolen from a boyfriend at some point as the sleeves were far too long and it was clearly well worn. There was a lot of leg on display, of which I wasn't going to complain.

"Glad you're up," Taylor said as she turned back to attend the bacon for a moment "wouldn't want you missing out on breakfast."

"Wouldn't dream of it." I said.

Megan got off her chair and walked around into the kitchen to get into the fridge. I couldn't help but watch as she did, her ass jiggled quite pleasantly in her shorts. She pulled a jug of orange juice from the fridge and shook it as if to ask if I wanted any. I simply nodded with a smile, and soon she came back with a glass of cold OJ for me.

"You remember to bring a swimsuit, right?" Taylor asked, placing a plate of bacon on the counter between Megan and I before pulling the last waffle from the iron.

"You said there'd be swimming, so I came prepared." I replied before taking a piece of bacon and happily taking a bite.

"Good," Taylor said as she set a plate with a pair of waffles in front of each of us, her own sitting on the counter in front of her, "be a real shame if you had to miss beach day."

We ate in silence for a moment, enjoying the food and the refreshing cold of the orange juice.

Finally I spoke up. "Did you ladies sleep okay? I really can move to the couch if it'll help you both be more comfortable."

"Nonsense!" Megan exclaimed. "We slept very comfortably. I'm small, I don't take up a ton of space."

"How about you? Did you sleep okay?" Taylor asked around a mouthful of waffle.

"I slept just fine." I said.

"Good. Be a real shame to go on vacation and sleep like shit." Megan chuckled.

"It, sadly, wouldn't be the first time. Plenty of business trips in less than great hotels." I replied.

"I'd think your company could spring for something nice, couldn't they?" Taylor asked.

"If I were higher up the chain of command, probably. But I don't get that luxury if they can afford to be cheap."

"The joys of corporate greed." Megan said.

I could only nod, shoving a fork full of waffle into my mouth as I did so.

I worked for a fairly large tech company, I saw the quarterly reports on profits and all that bullshit, and still they would cheap out on lodging and travel as much as humanly possible. I'm sure the people even lower down the totem pole than me got it even worse. So I was grateful to have a nice bed without any noise for this trip.

We finished off our breakfast and then took seats on the couch, letting our food settle before going to the beach. We watched the local morning news, mainly keeping an eye on weather and tide reports, and making idle chit chat.

Once we felt like we were ready, we all got changed, Taylor grabbed her beach bag, and we piled back into the car.

The drive to the beach was fairly short, Taylor didn't live all that far from the shore, which meant more time to enjoy the sun and sand. The coast stretched down the gulf, and there were a bunch of smaller beaches alongside the more popular ones that drew in tourists. We found ourselves at one such small beach, more secluded and less crowded. Including the three of us there couldn't have been more than 30 or so people through the entire time we were there.

Thankfully we got there fairly early, so we had our pick of spots to set up our towels and get comfy. Taylor also had an umbrella we brought along, and once the girls had picked a spot to their liking I firmly planted it into the sand and got it opened to provide us some shade.

I stood for a moment, my eyes closed, breathing in the air and taking in the sound of the waves. There was something so different, and relaxing, about the gulf over the Pacific Ocean, but maybe it was just that I was on vacation that made it feel different. When I opened my eyes again I saw Taylor and Megan getting the towels weighed down, even though the weather forecast was calling for very little wind, and pulling out sunscreen.

And then I watched, somewhat unintentionally, as they began to strip down to their suits.

I had been to the beach plenty with Taylor throughout our friendship, but realized that I couldn't think if we had ever gone swimming since she became a mom. Likewise, I had seen more than my share of pictures of both Taylor and Megan at the beach on social media, but photos through a screen could never do justice to what I was seeing with my own eyes in that moment.

Both women wore bikinis, showing off a very pleasing amount of skin. Taylor's bikini was comprised of a plain yellow top, and white bottoms with a tropical plant print on them. Megan's suit was a matching top and bottom, both orange with white trim. I couldn't help but take notice of them, of their bodies. I was glad my sunglasses had mirrored lenses to eye my eyes darting about and taking in the little details about them.

I watched as they bunched up their clothes and shoved them in the beach bag, Megan bending over and giving a very pleasing view of her delightfully full ass being gripped in those orange bikini bottoms. When she stood back up she readjusted her top, making her breasts jiggle.

Taylor had grabbed the sunscreen, squirting some into her hand before applying it to her skin. She shook a little as the colder goop made contact with her, which caused her breasts to wobble in a very noticeable and eye catching way. Even with her breasts being smaller than Megan's by a fair bit, they did move quite impressively in her bikini top.

I felt a faint stirring in my swim trunks, and was grateful that I was still wearing my shorts over top of them. I'm not going to lie and say I had never thought about Taylor sexually, or that I'd never masturbated about her in the past two decades of knowing each other, but I found myself astounded by her and Megan in this moment.

My body had more or less gone into auto-pilot at this point, my hands working at the buttons on the shirt I wore. It meant I could keep watching the two stunningly attractive women who were now starting to lather themselves in sun screen. Part of me felt bad ogling them, but it was hard not to. I watched as Taylor rubbed the lotion on Megan's back, and then Megan returned the favor. Such a simple act shouldn't have been so sexy to me, and yet I found myself having to mentality talk down a boner.

"You need help getting your back?" Taylor asked me, snapping me back to reality.

"Oh, uh, yeah, that'd be great." I fumbled.

I took some of the sunscreen lotion and began to apply it to the parts of my body I could reach, and with a cold bite I felt Taylor's hands on my back as she began to rub the lotion on me. I couldn't help but notice she wasn't just slathering it on, she was rubbing it in, practically giving me a back rub. It felt good, and I again found myself sort of lost in thought. I also found myself thinking that I needed to schedule a massage for when I got home.

Once we were all properly covered, we waited a few minutes before heading to the water. I made sure to keep pace with Taylor and Megan, worried if I walked behind them I'd just be staring at their asses the whole time. I wasn't here to objectify my friend, or her friend, and I liked to think I was above such things. The reality of it was that it had been a while since I had gotten any sort of action. My last girlfriend and I ended on not great terms, and I had been so busy with work that I had little time for dating and fun. It was no wonder I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off them. And if either of them noticed, they didn't seem to mind.

The water felt incredible, the perfect temperature and not too choppy. We waded out a decent way, enjoying the feel of the water as the waves splashed against us. I watched as both women hopped and over some of the waves, thankful that my lower half was hidden under the water. Watching them jump up and how it made their chests move was damn near hypnotic.

"How's the Pacific compared to this?" Megan asked.

"It's warm, but I prefer the gulf. It's a fair bit calmer." I said as a wave crashed against me rather violently, as if to make me a liar.

"I've never been," she said "to either ocean."

"You're always welcome to come visit, I've got a spare room." I said with a smile.

"Maybe next time I go to visit you can come along, Megan." Taylor said.

"Yeah," I added "I'm always happy to have such lovely company." The last few words came out perhaps a touch more flirtatious than I had initially intended.

Both women laughed a little, which I'll admit made me feel a touch self conscious.

"I will say, though, that the guest bed is only a queen, so it'll be a bit more snug than you two might be used to."

I saw Taylor blush a touch at this comment, and Megan just laughed more. I was a little surprised by my own audacity and brazenness. I hadn't even really intended to make such a comment, it just sort of came out. Maybe it was because I was feeling more comfortable around Megan, or maybe it was just that I was feeling a touch flirty. Who could say?

We hung out in the water for a while longer, my eyes still wandering to the two women I hung out with when they would jump over the occasional wave. At one point Taylor went fully under the water and burst up almost like that one scene in The Little Mermaid. That certainly got my attention, and in the brief moment I was able to take my eyes off her I noticed that Megan seemed rather enthralled by our friend as well.

After a little longer I made my way back to shore, needing to get out of the water for a bit. Mild vertigo makes prolonged time bouncing in the waves do a number on my head. It was also nice to just lounge in the warmth of the sun for a little bit, despite being out of the direct light thanks to the umbrella.

After lying down for a bit, I sat back up and noticed Taylor and Megan still in the water. They weren't out super far, but the water was about waist high on Taylor and chest high on Megan. As I looked out at them I couldn't help but notice they were chatting, and then both of them turned to look at me at one point. Were they talking about me? It certainly felt like it, and I suddenly found myself very interested in their conversation. Was I perhaps too bold in my joke? Did I say or do something that annoyed them?

Old self-esteem issues came racing back, telling me that whatever they were possibly saying about me couldn't have been good.

It wasn't long before Taylor and Megan came back ashore, and I, again, couldn't help but notice the way certain aspects of their anatomy moving in very pleasing ways as they splashed their ways back onto the beach and came to join me at our towels. The three of us lounged, chatting about mundane things like work and telling Megan stories of my school years. Nothing crazy or exciting, but it was nice to chat with them both.

I took another quick stroll out into the water, joined by Megan, just enjoying the feel of the water on my body.

"I'm still stunned you and Taylor have been friends for twenty years." Megan said at one point.

"Me too," I replied "I figured she'd get sick of me around college." I was only half joking. I spent most of my college years wondering when they day would come that my best friend would decide to move on with her life. And yet, that day never came.

"Nah, Taylor has noting but praise for you. I swear, she talks nice about you more than she has any other guy I've ever heard her talk about. Has a hell of a lot more nice things to say about you than her ex."

That surprised me. Taylor and her ex had separated on good terms. I'm sure if I asked she would tell me, but I never really liked poking that bear.

"And, honestly," Megan said with a smile as I watched her eyes not so slyly size me up "I can't blame her."

I could feel myself blushing a tiny bit, which took me off guard, and I'm certain Megan noticed any change in my hue because she only smiled more.

Was she flirting with me? Was I reading into something that wasn't there? Perhaps it was just nice to be complimented by an attractive woman, lord knows it had been a while.

"Well, she's only had good things to say about you as well." I said.

"I doubt I come up that often." Megan replied.

"You come up plenty. Taylor's very fond of you, and you come up in lots of stories."

Megan rubbed the back of her head, almost as if embarrassed. "I just hope I don't come up too often. Would hate if all your conversations revolved around me."

"Like I said, she's fond of you. And I can see why. You're a great friend, good fun to hang out with." My brain wanted to say more, to tell her that I'm jealous they got to hang out because I would love to spend so much time with two absolute stunners like them. But I checked myself, not wanting to push my luck.

Before Megan could say anything else, and possibly call me on the very abrupt end of my statement, Taylor called to us. We both turned to see her standing a little way up the shore waving to us. It was about time for our beach day to end, but it had been a hell of a day.

Once we were dry and packed up we headed a little further south towards one of the more popular beaches, hit a local burger shack for a late lunch and made our way back home to Taylor's.

The next day was fairly quiet. We spent much of the day just hanging out at Taylor's house, as a thunder storm cut off any plans to go out and do anything. But, it was still nice. We watched some movies, and just relaxed together.

Where things would really change would be that evening. We got some pizza delivered, and when we were struggling to come up with something to do, Megan had an idea.

"Why don't we play a game?"

"A game?" Taylor asked, grabbing us each a beer from the fridge. "Like what?"

"I dunno. Don't you have a bunch of board games?" Megan asked.

"I used to. I have a few on a shelf in my closet if you want to see if anything calls to you."

Megan happily got up off the couch, strode into Taylor's room and very audibly began to rummage. It wasn't long before she made a noise of discovery, then came waltzing back out into the living room with a game behind her back.

"What did you find?" Taylor asked with a smirk, taking a sip of her beer.

Megan said nothing, but with a smile on her face she revealed the game. It was a small blue box, easily held in one hand, with white text on it. Taylor took a look at it, and then it hit her what it was and she began to laugh.

"Holy shit, I forgot I had that!"

"What is it?" I asked as Megan rounded the couch and took her seat near me again. Taylor sat on the love seat to our left, which sat perpendicular to the couch.

"A girlfriend gave me this as a wedding gift, partly as a joke." Taylor said, taking the small box from Megan. It still had the shrink wrap on it. "It's not even so much a game as it is just a way for people to get to know each other."

She turned the box in her hands, almost admiring it, with a look of longing remembrance in her eyes.

"How does one play?" I asked, taking a swig of my own drink. I was now immensely curious about this box.

"Basically it's just cards with questions on them, but they whole thing is that they're supposed to be personal, intimate, in nature. Questions about sex lives and the likes. You really want to play this?" The question was directed to Megan, who gave a rather enthusiastic thumbs up as she drank some of her beverage.

Taylor looked over to me, as if seeking my approval. I smiled, shrugged, and said "Could be fun."

There was a moment where it seemed like Taylor might shoot down the idea, but she smiled and tore the shrink wrap off the box. She opened it, placed it on the coffee table and pulled out the stack of cards. With a quick shuffle, she placed the cards face down in reach of all three of us.

"So, basic rules. Person pulls a card, reads it, and we go clockwise answering the question."

"Total honesty?" Megan said, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"It would be silly to lie, defeat the purpose." I said. Taylor nodded in agreement.

She gestured to me, and the game began.

Lots of the cards were pretty mundane. When was your first kiss, how old were you when you lost your virginity, what celebrity would you most like to sleep with, that sort of thing. But every now and then a card came up that surprised us. One asked what the first sexual position we tried was, which brought some interesting answers. I explained that mine was cowgirl, that I wanted the girl to be in control our first time. Megan, surprisingly, was doggy style. Taylor was also cowgirl.

Another round of beers in and the cards began to pick up the pace. It was Megan's turn, so she drew her card and read it aloud.

"Favorite sexual position? Oh, now this will be interesting."

We both looked to Taylor as she was first to answer this round.

"I'm a big fan of doggy style." She said.

"Really?" I asked, almost too quickly.

"It's good for quickies. You wear a loose skirt or dress, you can just bend over and get some. Not to mention it feels incredible."

"Have you ever had one of said quickies?" Megan asked, beating me to it.

"A couple of times." Taylor replied with a sly grin. "Sometimes you go on a date expecting something, and you go prepared if you lack the patience to make it home."

Taylor and I had talked about sex before, but this was a rather surprising revelation to me. And while the game had been very enlightening to this point, hearing her talk about having a quick fuck in a skirt with easy access got some stirring in my pants.

It was glaringly obvious at that point that the girls were waiting on me for my answer now.

"I'm pretty basic, I love cowgirl. Feels great, and the view is always to die for."

"You just like not having to do anything." Taylor said with a giggle.

"Hey, just because the guy's on the bottom doesn't mean he can't do things. Thrusting upwards is an option." I retorted. "Megan, what about you?"

"I'm a cowgirl kind of girl. I like the feeling of control, things being at my pace. And I love the way guy's look up at me when I'm riding them."

"Okay, now the real question." Taylor said as she turned to face her friend. "Regular or reverse?"

Megan thought on this for a second, and then said "Regular. I wanna see his face. What about you, Pete?"

"I'm down for either. Both views tend to be spectacular in my experience."

Taylor laughed and drew her card. A shocked look on her face.

"Read it!" Megan said after taking another swig of her beer.

"What is your biggest sexual fantasy?" She read off the card.

Instantly, surprisingly, both girls heads immediately turned to me. It was my turn to go first, of course, but they seemed very eager to hear my answer. I took a quick bite of my pizza, and once I was done chewing I answered.

"Threesome, two girls." I said. "I know that's, like, the most dude basic bitch answer, but it's kind of hard to top the idea of having two beautiful women at the same time."

"Have you ever gotten close?" Taylor asked.

"Almost. Girl I dated in college, her and her friend were real close, apparently talked about doing it, but our relationship took a nose dive before it ever came to fruition. Damn shame, they were quite the pair."

"You think you could handle two women at once?" Megan asked.

"I don't know, but I'm sure as shit down to try. Even if it kills me, at least I'd go out happy. What about you, Megan? What's your biggest fantasy?"

There was a moment of trepidation, and Megan's cheeks went a little flush. I was taken aback by this, as Megan had been pretty bold and open the whole time.

As I began to take a drink of my beer she answered. "I've always wanted to try my hand at eating out another girl."

I damn near chocked on my drink. That was not the answer I expected, and there was no stopping the throb in my cock as she said the words. Taylor was clearly also surprised by this answer, her eyes wide in curiosity.

"Really? You've never given that vibe. Hell, I didn't even know you were bi." She said.

"I wasn't for the longest time, but I've come around to the idea more and more as I've gotten older. I guess one could call me bi-curious these days."

Taylor took another sip of her drink, clearly trying to process the idea of her friend going down on another woman. Lord knows I was thinking of it.

"I just think I'd like to see if I could get another woman off using my tongue. It just sounds hot." Megan said.

"As someone who has gone down on women, it is." I chimed in. "Taylor, you owe us an answer."

This snapped her back to reality, clearing her head a moment, and she said "I would love to try sex in public."

"You freaky little slut." Megan chuckled.

"I just think there's something about sneaking off and the risk of getting caught."

"Goes hand in hand with her love of doggy style and flowy skirts." I said before taking a drink.

"Ever get close?" Megan asked.

"Once." Taylor replied. "I was with an old boyfriend back in college, we were at some school function, it was pretty dull and boring. I knew the building we were in pretty well, there were at least a couple places we could have easily sneaked off to for some fun, but I was too shy to bring it up. Despite the fact I was bored and horny, I just couldn't bring myself to push it because I was worried he'd think less of me."

Taylor had dated a guy our freshman year of college who had shattered her confidence in herself, and it had taken quite a while to really get back to where she was when we first met. I had to assume this story took place during that time, especially because Taylor had never been shy about sexuality.

"Fuck, that's hot." I said absentmindedly. I had only meant to think it, but out came the words. I watched both Taylor and Megan turn to look at me. "Sorry." I said, holding up my empty beer bottle as if it was some sort of defense for my lack of internal monologue for a moment.

"You think so?" Taylor asked, more inquisitive than anything else.

"I had never really given public sex much thought, but it does sound like it could be really sexy." I said.

We went through some more boring cards, and it came back to being Taylor's turn to draw. She grabbed the top card and read it aloud without giving it much thought. "What's a surprising sexual fact about you?"

I was first up to answer, and I knew my answer would be surprising.

"I lost my virginity in a threesome." I said.

"Wait," Megan interjected "you said your biggest fantasy was a threesome? And you've already had one?"

"My biggest fantasy is a threesome with two women." I said. "This was two guys and one girl."

"No fucking way." Taylor said, her jaw going slightly slack. "How have I never known this detail?"

"Never really come up. I told you when I lost my virginity, but the dirty little details you never really asked about."

"You have to give us more detail." Megan said, sitting forward and giving me a real good look at her ample cleavage. I felt my cock stir again. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the game, maybe it was just simple biology. Either way, I was glad I tend to wear loose pants to it was considerably less obvious that I was getting harder as the game went on.

"Me, my best friend at the time, and a friend of ours. We went to a concert out of state, shared a hotel room to save money. We were there for an extra day after the show, and with nothing else to do we partook of some booze, a game of strip poker later and we were all good and loose and feeling the vibe. We weren't thrashed or anything like that, but just tipsy enough to alleviate nerves."

"And you guys both fucked this girl?" Taylor asked.

I simply nodded.

"Wow." She said. "That's certainly not what I expected."

"I sure didn't expect it, either." I replied. "But I do believe it's Megan's turn."

"Hold on," Megan said "you're not done yet. Did you and your buddy do stuff together, or just to the girl?"

"Just to her." I replied.

"Alright, I guess it's my turn now." Megan said, almost sounding disappointed she wasn't getting more details. "My most surprising sexual fact is that I've been to a glory hole."

That stopped both Taylor and I dead in our tracks. It took us a minute to to sort of reboot, but by then Megan was already explaining.

"It was my sophomore year of college, I had been on of a bit of a dry spell, and decided to treat myself. I asked a friend of mine where she bought her toys from, and she suggested a shop a little ways from campus. So I went out there to get me a toy, and as I was browsing I noticed a couple of guys go behind a curtained off area. Considering it was a sex toy shop, this seemed a little odd to me. So, as I was getting rung up, I asked the cashier. She informed me in whispered tones that they had a glory hole in the back. It was totally off the books, not something they could advertise, and I figured, what the hell. I asked how to get in on it, she signed me up, I came back a week later and sucked off a handful of total strangers. It was oddly liberating."

Taylor's jaw was damn near on the floor, so it fell on me to ask any questions for the moment.

"That's pretty brave," I said "weren't you worried something could happen?"

"The store was petty reputable, so I wasn't worried about getting kidnapped or anything like that. Turns out my friend had also been to said glory hole, but didn't mention it to me because she thought I'd be too much of a prude for such information."

"Did they finish?" Taylor finally said, having composed herself.

"Most of them, did. Was actually pretty proud of myself for that. Able to make dudes cum with just my mouth? I call that a point of pride."

"Is that part of why you want to try a woman? See if you can make a girl cum with just your mouth, too?" I asked, somewhat boldly.

"Maybe." She answered with a smirk and a glance sideways at me. "But now I gotta know your big secret, Taylor."

Taylor and I talked about or sex lives, we knew a fair few things, but generally we didn't ask for details. There was still so much about her I didn't know, and in my state of aroused curiosity I wanted nothing more than to know more about my friend and her friend.

"Alright, my big sexual secret is that..." She actually hesitated, steeling herself for a second. "I can squirt."

"No shit." I said, my tone totally without judgment, although the words came out almost immediately after Taylor had stopped talking. I really didn't see that coming, but the idea of it painted a very vivid mental image of her on her bed, legs spread and a toy at her snatch.

"It's not every time," Taylor said "but if a guy hits me just right I just lose control."

"How did you discover this?" Megan asked, clearly just as curious as I was.

"Was with a guy, he was fingering me, he curled his fingers just right and hit something and next thing I knew the bed was wet. Only three guys have made me squirt: him, my ex, and a guy I dated not long after the divorce."

"Does it only happen when someone fingers you?" I asked.

"Usually, but it has happened twice during actual sex. I'll admit, another part of why I like doggy is that that's the position I've managed to squirt in during sex."

My cock was pushing against the inside of my pants real hard at this point, I actually had to readjust how I was sitting to try and keep this fact hidden. I'm not sure how well of a job I actually did, or if it was blatantly obvious what I was doing, but I needed to not have an obvious erection on full display in front of these two. I had to wonder if they were getting turned on by all this too, or if it was just me and my sex deprived brain. Suddenly I had thoughts about the two of them being wet, and wondering how they'd relieve themselves. I knew it was going to be a long night for me. I didn't feel comfortable masturbating in my friend's house, but I wasn't sure if Megan had the same moral quandary. Now all I think about was her and Taylor lying in Taylor's bed together, just going to town on themselves. This didn't help the situation that was arising in my shorts, of course.

"Okay, your turn to draw a card, Pete." Taylor said.

"Right." I said, shaking the erotic visions from my mind for a moment. "Let's see what we get."

I drew the card and read it without really comprehending what it said. "What is a sexual position you would like to try?"

I turned to Megan, my eyes immediately drawn to her chest as she was still leaning forward a fair bit.

"I've always wanted to try being held up against a wall."

"Why haven't you?" Taylor asked.

"I'm not a small girl, as you may have noticed." She leaned back and made a sweeping gesture with her hands towards her body. She was curvy, but it wasn't like she was obese or anything. "Guys aren't keen to risk throwing out their back holding up all this while getting it on."

"Oh shut up." I said playfully "You're in great shape."

"If your favorite shape is round." She replied.

"You're not fat," Taylor chimed in "and any guy that tells you otherwise is just an asshole."

It was interesting hearing Megan talk like this. She seemed very confident in herself and her body. Women who weren't, in my experience, didn't tend to wear bikinis. So to hear her seemingly disappointed at her physique took me by surprise.

"Anyway," Megan said "I've always thought it would be super hot, but never found a guy that seemed willing to try. Just the idea of being pinned against the wall, totally support by him while we make each other feel good gets me excited."

Again a vision of the two women lying in bed together, pleasuring themselves side by side, filled my mind. This time, however, my imagination got a little more excited because now they were both completely bereft of their bottoms and exposed to the world.

"Mine's kind of similar. I've always wanted to try standing sex. Maybe leaning against a wall or something, you know?" Taylor said without being prompted.

"And you've never tried because?" Megan inquired.

"I feel like you need someone just the right height to make it work, and I've always been kind of nervous to bring it up even when the height difference would work perfectly. I guess there's some prudish voice in the back of my head saying if I get too kinky people will think I'm a slut or something."

"I don't think any guy would think that. Right, Pete?" Megan said.

"God knows I wouldn't." I said. "That sounds hot as fuck."

What the hell was I saying? I must have had more beer than I thought, I was being a touch too bold here. I know we were all discussing sexual stuff, but I usually had a little more decorum.

"You think so?" Taylor said, giving me what my mind read as a sultry smile.

"I've never done it, but I bet it can feel amazing. Sort of a new angle on things. And it certainly gets the imagination going."

The look on Taylor's face had a very "it sure does" vibe to it, but I was certain I was misreading her expression.

"Alright, Pete, what's a position you've never done you want to try?"

"I've always wanted to try pronebone." I said.

"Really?" Taylor asked.

"It just sounds hot. I have a buddy who he and his wife are big fans of it, and he says it feels amazing."

"Not a power fantasy, pinning a girl down with your body?" Megan asked, immediately followed by a belch which got all three of us laughing.

"Never really thought of it that way. I just think it would be kinda fun to try, see how it feels. I wish I had some sort of deeper answer than that." I chuckled.

I watched Taylor readjust in her seat, my mind noticing how pleasantly her breasts jiggled in the tight fitting green tank she wore. Again I felt my cock throb, and I found myself desperately wanting to see how those breasts moved unimpeded by clothing of any kind. To watch them free.

It had been a fair bit of time since I had thought of Taylor in a sexual way, despite always thinking she was hot, but now my mind was flooding with mental images of her in all sorts of sexual situations and positions. But unlike in the past, Megan was now being added to the mix as well.

"Alright, Megan, draw your card." Taylor said.

Megan took the top card with a dramatic flair that made us all laugh, then cleared her throat and read the card aloud. "Do you prefer to give, or receive, oral sex?"

It was Taylor's turn to answer first, and she seemed all too eager to answer. "I like to receive. Don't get me wrong, I like giving head, but I much prefer to get it. I'm a sucker for someone going down on me."

I couldn't miss the look on Megan's face, the unmistakable connecting of dots from her prior answer about wanting to eat a girl out, and Taylor now saying how much she liked being eaten out. Even my slightly inebriated ass, with my mind clouded by a myriad of images about both women, could see her making that connection.

"What about you, Pete?" Taylor asked.

"I'm a sucker for giving. Love a good blowjob, can't lie there, but I just love the taste of a woman. Something about just letting my tongue go to work and make her feel good, it just gets me going."

Both Taylor and Megan looked like the gears were turning, maybe they were also picturing things? Were they thinking about what it would be like to have me eat them out? Surely not, but fuck me if I couldn't get that thought out of my head.

"You like eating pussy, huh?" Megan said, her bluntness shocking both me and Taylor.

"I mean," I started, remembering we were being totally honest "yeah. I love it."

I went to take another drink of my beer, finishing the bottle, and I swore I saw Megan lick her lips out of the corner of my eye.

"And you?" Taylor asked, turning to her friend.

"I like to give. Call me whatever you want, but I love having a good dick in my mouth. Especially when I'm all worked up, I just can't get enough of making a guy feel good with my mouth."

"Is that why you want to give oral on a woman a try?" I asked.

"Part of it. Would love to know how it compares to giving a blowjob. I've had guys tell me my tongue does good things, but it's a whole different set of skills, you know? Might as well see how I rate."

"Alright," Taylor said, her face red from the conversation at hand "I think one more card and we should call it a night." With that she drew the last card of the evening, and her eyes went wide. She took a deep breath, then read. "Have you ever masturbated to another player, and if so, who?"

All eyes were now on me. It was my turn, after all, but the looks on the two women's faces were very distinct. Taylor had the look of a schoolgirl about to find out if the boy she likes felt the same way, an almost innocent, but deeply curious expression. Megan, on the other hand, had a look of aroused curiosity.

All I could do was smile, give a nonchalant shrug, and answer the question.

"Yeah, I've masturbated thinking about Taylor." I said.

Total honesty.

"But not me?" Megan said, putting a hand on her sternum to add the mock pain in her voice.

Before I could even think, I turned to look at her, smiled and just said "give it time."

I watched her cheeks go red at the boldness of my comment, but the smile on her lips spoke volumes.

"Well," Megan said trying to force the color from her cheeks with sheer mental strength, "I can safely say I've not masturbated about either of you. No offense."

Her answer was obvious, but some small part of me was disappointed. A voice in my head kept wishing she'd say she'd masturbated about Taylor as well.

Finally, it was Taylor's turn to wrap things up. She finished her beer, placed the bottle down on the coffee table, and looked between Megan and I.

"Yes. I have masturbated to thoughts of Pete in the past."

Part of me wanted to be hurt by the "in the past" bit, but the logical part of my brain knew that it was unlikely she had done it anytime recently. Hell, I hadn't jerked off about her anytime recently, and I had never been married or anything like that. It only made sense. But also, she had, at some point, touched herself while thinking of me, and that made my cock throb almost painfully. I wasn't going to say this to them, but I was absolutely going to rub one out thinking of the two of them once I got home. After this little game, I doubted if my mind would let me think of anyone else.

"Alright, I think it's time for bed." Taylor said as she rose from her seat.

I gathered up the various empty bottles and took them to the recycling bin outside, deciding I was going to grab one last slice of pizza before climbing into bed. I was grateful neither Taylor nor Megan seemed to notice the bulge in my pants, or at least didn't comment. Given all we had talked about, maybe it was expected.

I came back inside, moving to the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of Megan coming out of the bathroom, she turned, smiled and gave me a wink that sent my mind reeling. I couldn't focus on it too much, but I'd be a liar if I said it didn't make me even hornier. I grabbed my last slice of pizza and made my way to my room as I munched on it.

I changed into my shorts, my erection springing up, dying for relief that I couldn't give it at the moment, and climbed into bed. I was sure my dreams would be wild, and part of me looked forward to them.

The following morning I emerged for breakfast once more, and was greeted by both women being in the kitchen prepping breakfast.

"I feel like a real asshole not helping cook, you know." I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Once they focused I was happily surprised by what I saw.

Taylor was in the same pajamas she had worn previously, but Megan was now wearing her sleep shorts and a skin tight black tank top. It hugged her every curve in an eye catching way, especially when it became very apparent she was not wearing a bra underneath. The material wasn't sheer or anything, but there was no mistaking the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric as it clung to her full tits.

I had to avert my gaze quickly, to make sure I wasn't staring. After the game the previous night my mind was still racing with erotic thoughts.

"You're on vacation, you shouldn't have to worry about the cooking. Besides, not like this is very labor intensive." Megan said, placing a plate in front of me with a couple of pancakes and some strips of bacon on it.

"Just as long as you guys don't think I'm being a misogynist." I said as I took a bite of a nice, crispy, bacon strip.

The girls shared a laugh, then went back to tending the food. Taylor was working the bacon, Megan making pancakes. My eyes were drawn to their asses as they stood there, Taylor swaying her hips slightly to the song playing from the speaker she kept in the kitchen.

Once all the food was ready, we decided to eat a the table together. I had been so caught up in watching the two of them that I had barely even touched my food. We enjoyed our meal, making small talk and double checking my flight the following morning. Megan asked how I slept, and I told her well. I didn't go into detail about the fact that I couldn't roll onto my stomach for probably an hour because it took forever to finally get my erection to dissipate.

Once we finished eating we discussed plans for the day. Go out for lunch, and then hit a local park to walk around and enjoy the nice weather.

At least, that was the plan.

It was later in the day, nearing lunch time, and we were discussing out plans, where we would go for food, checking the weather and whatnot. Taylor was sprawled on the couch, her feet in Megan's lap. I sat on the love seat, lounging comfortably.

"So, last night was a good time, huh?" Megan said, breaking a momentary silence.

"It was certainly educational." I said. "I'd be a liar if I said it didn't get the imagination going."

I watched Taylor's expression turn to one of curiosity, and a smile smeared itself across Megan's round face.

"So, question." She said.

"Shoot." Taylor replied.

"Is the total honesty thing from last night still in effect?"

"I mean," I started "it's a rule of life for me and Taylor. But if you mean between all three of us? I'm happy to keep it open."

"Yeah, why the hell not." Taylor added.

"Great. Hey, Pete, do you think Taylor and I are hot?"

I saw Taylor's eyes go wide, but I decided to just roll with it.

"Yeah. You're both absolute stunners."

I probably could have been more diplomatic, sure, but in the moment I wasn't thinking that way. I was still riding the high from the night before a little, and looking at them still in their pajamas, all I could think was how sexy they both were. Well, that and how good I imagined they looked without said pajamas.

"Okay, followup. Would you fuck us?" Megan asked.

I was a man of my word, total honesty.

"Happily."

I watched as the two girls looked at each other, wondering if I had done something to upset them, or at the very least missed something. Had I maybe been too quick in answering? I valued our total honesty policy, and wasn't interested in dragging things out pointlessly.

I saw them exchange a look, and Megan gestured with her head towards me. I absolutely had missed something.

"Go on," Megan said "we agreed."

With that, Taylor sat up and looked me in my eyes. For a moment I felt my stomach drop, I was worried I had fucked something up and was about to lose my best friend. I should have been more diplomatic, I shouldn't have answered so quickly, should have at least tried to seem like I wasn't thinking about them sexually.

And then Taylor said something that took me utterly by surprise.

"Do you want to fuck us?"

My brain stopped for a moment, wondering if she was just trying to word the same question differently. All I could manage to say, in that moment, was a barely audible "what?"

"Megan and I talked last night, and we agree that last night got the imagination going. And since we're all here, and now know all these things about each other, we resolved to see if maybe you'd like to fulfill some of our fantasies we talked about. We're all single, and you were clearly trying to hide an erection last night. So, how about it? Would you like to have a threesome with me and Megan?"

I didn't know what to say. The answer was obvious, but hearing Taylor, of all people, talk about us getting to have sex with each other? It took a bit for the words to process in my brain, and when I was in control of my mouth again I spoke.

"You two want to have a threesome? With me?"

They both just nodded.

"Like, the three of us have sex with each other?"

"Yeah, that's what a threesome usually entails. You could finally have two girls, I can finally try eating a girl out, and we can maybe try some of the positions we talked about." Megan replied.

"I think I'd be an idiot to say no." I said.

"And I've always said you're smart." Taylor added with a smile.

"So, is that a yes?" Megan asked. I could see the hope and enthusiasm sparkling in her eyes, at least when I could draw my gaze away from her chest.

"Hell yeah. Let's make this the best vacation ever." I said.

I was actually surprised when both girls practically jumped off the couch, and my brain couldn't help but notice how their chests moved as they got to their feet. But now I was wondering how long they had discussed this the night before. Had they been up for hours talking about a possible threesome? And who had suggested it? Taylor had never really given any indication of being sexually interested in me, outside of apparently having masturbated about me at some point in the past, so I could only assume this was largely Megan's idea. But Taylor agreed. She wasn't a prude, but she would be one of the last women I'd expect to be down for a threesome, least of all with me.

"Wait, right now?" I asked, just making sure I was on the same page as them.

"Why wait? Breakfast has had time to settle, and we can have some fun and still go out for dinner." Taylor replied, holding a hand out to me. I took her hand, her slender fingers wrapping around my hand as she helped me to my feet. I had been so caught up in thought I hadn't even realized that I was already getting hard until I stood up. And even then, only when Taylor pointed it out.

Taylor looped her arm through mine, and when we came to stand next to Megan she did the same on the other side of me. And off the three of us strolled, a little awkwardly moving around furniture and laughing at the silliness of the decision we made, as we made our way to Taylor's bedroom.

Taylor's room was a touch sparse on the furniture front, but she had plenty of shelves, pictures and art pieces hung on the wall to brighten the place up a fair bit. In the center of the room sat her bed, against the wall at the foot of the bed was a small entertainment center that housed a TV. No dresser to speak of, as she had a large walk-in closet, and a single bedside table where she kept a variety of items. The room itself was a good size, with ample space for us to walk in and not feel crowded. Her house wasn't super big, but her bedroom certainly made it seem massive with how roomy it was.

Once we were in the room, door closed, we stood in the open space, and both girls freed their arms and stood in front of me. I took a moment to look them up and down, admiring them. It was very apparent now that Megan's nipples were nice and hard, pressing against the fabric of her tanktop. Taylor's tank was a little looser, and at certain angles a hint of dark red fabric from her bra made a brief appearance. Both women wore their sleep shorts, neither of which came more than halfway down a thigh, exposing their legs: Taylor's long and slender, Megan's nice and thick.

There was no hiding my erection at this point, it pressed against my shorts as if begging for attention at the site of these two beautiful women, and knowing that I was about to have sex with them both. Neither of them seemed bothered by it, and there was no sense in being ashamed of it. In fact, judging from their expressions, they both seemed pretty proud at how hard they had me already.

"Alright," Megan said "how do we get this show started?"

"I'm gonna do something I haven't done in a long time." Taylor replied. She stepped close to me, and with a smile she leaned in and kiss me hard. Her soft lips against mine, the sensation of her tongue finding it's way into my mouth to dance with my own, a gentle moan escaping her as we kissed.

When we broke off I wasn't sure how long we had been at it, but I was already being flooded with endorphins. It was only then that I noticed the look of absolute surprise on Megan's face.

"You two have made out before?" She asked.

"Never made out, per se, but we did kiss before." I answered as Taylor took a half step back to stand next to Megan again.

"Oh, you never told me this!" Megan said, giving Taylor a playful smack on the arm.

"First time we met in person, Pete came down to visit, and as he was getting ready to leave I figured why the hell not? So we kissed before he got on the plane." Taylor said.

"Well," Megan said as she took a step forward now, "I gotta find out how good he is."

I had a bend a little at the waist to bring myself down to her, but I was more than happy to oblige her in doing so. Her lips were also soft, but her tongue wasted no time finding it's way into my mouth. Whereas my kiss with Taylor had been more intimate, for lack of a better word, Megan's was driven almost entirely by lust, but I wasn't going to complain. She was passionate in her own way, and her arousal just fueled her more as our tongues engaged in their erotic waltz.

To my surprise, when we broke our kiss Taylor came in for another, barely giving me a moment to breathe, but I wasn't complaining. Especially when I felt a hand groping at the bulge in my shorts. It was Megan, as Taylor had both her hands holding my face as we kissed again. I moaned at the sensation, which only seemed to encourage Megan. One of my hands found its way down Taylor's back and to her ass, which I gave a good squeeze to. The other reached out to caress Megan, and she eagerly took my fingers in her mouth and began to suck on them suggestively.

My cock throbbed in my shorts at the overwhelming sensation, which got a happy little sound from Megan as she felt it against her hand through my gym shorts.

Taylor and I broke our kiss, breathing in deep at the same time. Megan took my fingers from her mouth, letting my hand rest casually on her shoulder as she looked up at us.

"I figured you'd want in on this. I think it's time to free the beast." She said with a giggle.

Taylor instantly took to Megan's meaning, and soon they were both gripping a side of my shorts. With a brief nod, and a countdown from three, they both tugged my shorts down. In what felt like an instant my full erection came springing into view, much to the pleasure of both women. I'm nothing super spectacular, a little over six inches in length and a totally average girth, and I was sure they had both seen bigger. That said, neither of them seemed upset by what they saw, so I wasn't going to say anything.

Megan wasted no time. She dropped to her knees with a thud that made me think she had hurt herself, but before I could ask if she was alright my world was overtaken with pleasure as Megan opened her mouth and eagerly took my cock. I felt her lips wrap around me, her tongue waggle a little against my shaft as she took a full half of me in her throat. I felt her lips slide along my throbbing dick, and I could very much understand how she was able to make multiple men cum at that gloryhole in a single day. She was pretty damn close to the best blowjob I'd ever had, and for a moment I thought my knees were gonna buckle under me as pleasure rolled through my entire body.

And there was only more to come. As Megan let her mouth do wonders on my cock, Taylor pulled me in and kissed me again. Making out with Taylor, my hand still firmly on her ass, while Megan's mouth moved along my cock was unreal. Even if it ended now, I'd still count this as the best vacation ever. My other hand, now free from Megan's shoulder, moved up and groped, probingly, at one of Taylor's breasts through her tanktop. I heard her moan at my touch, her body pressing closer to me so that I could get an entire handful of her chest. Even through her tanktop and bra I could already feel how they fit into my hand.

And then Taylor pulled away, and with a smirk she lowered herself down to her knees to join Megan. Megan, upon noticing this, pulled me from her mouth, a line of saliva streaking from her bottom lip to the tip of my cock. She turned to her friend, and simple held my erection to her in offer. Taylor took me in her hand, long, slender, fingers wrapping around my shaft, and then I watched as she opened her mouth, looked up at me, and leaned forward. I felt the warmth of her breath along my skin first, then her mouth engulf me. No matter how hard she tried, I felt her teeth against my shaft in a very pleasurable way. That toothy grin now become a gentle sensation on my cock as she pushed herself down as far as she could go. Like Megan, she got about half of my length in her mouth, and I shuddered as I felt her tongue waggle along the bottom of my shaft.

Taylor's blowjob was much more methodical, passionate, than Megan's. Megan's had been wild and driven by pure lust, her singular desire in that moment to be giving head. Taylor was savoring it, moving slower, being more precise and deliberate in her motions. It was an interesting comparison, and I was loving every second of it. I moaned loudly as Taylor's mouth moved along me, the feeling of her teeth gently running along my shaft as she sucked me off.

It wasn't long before she passed me back to Megan, who happily opened her mouth and let Taylor guide me right into her friend's throat. They went back and forth for a bit, just passing me between their mouths. When Taylor had me in her mouth once more, I reached down and gestured for Megan to stand up, which she did without question. It took a lot of concentration, as the blowjobs were simply that amazing, but I hooked both my hands into her tanktop and began to pull it up. She helped me with a smile on her face, more than happy to show me her body. The top came up and over her head, exposing her bare upper half to me. All the things I had noticed about her body at the beach were still there, the curves, the attractive little bit of a belly she had, her tanned skin. But now, I had a fully unobstructed view of her beautiful breasts. They were a pleasing size, more than a handful for sure, with hard, dark, nipples. Their size made them sag a bit as gravity did it's work, but not nearly as much as I would have expected after seeing her in a bikini, and her nipples turned slightly outwards. My hands reached out and groped her of their own accord, letting her soft tits settle comfortably into my palms as I leaned forward and kissed her hard.

When she broke off our kiss, she didn't move away so that my hands could continue to fondle her full breasts. She seemed to very much like me playing with them, and I wasn't going to stop if she didn't want me to. I was utterly enamored with her breasts. It had been a while since I had gotten any action, and the last few women I had been with were smaller in the chest, so it was nice to handle some full, malleable, tits again.

"Take that thing out of your mouth for a minute." Megan said, looking down at Taylor, who seemed totally unaware of our activities as her eyes had been closed in the pleasure of the moment. "I can't be the only one here with my tits out."

My cock practically popped out of Taylor's mouth, her tongue taking one last lick at the tip as it left her mouth. She looked up at us, seeming surprised to see Megan's full breasts from below. She continued to stroke me, though, which also felt incredible. Something about seeing Megan's full tits, and just below them Taylor, on her knees, that iconic toothy smile as she jerked me off. I was nothing short of amazed I didn't cum right then and there.

Without a word, Taylor stood up, causing Megan to take a small step back to give room. This did mean that my hands could no longer comfortably reach her breasts, but it was more than worth it for what was coming. Taylor let go of my cock, letting it just hang there, dying for either of the women's touch, and got closer to me. I knew exactly what to do, and my hand found the hem of her tanktop and began to lift. Taylor put her arms up, and with very little effort the tank came up and off entirely. I tossed it to the side, letting it land on the floor near the door.

While I took in the look of Taylor's toned body, noting once again that she had stayed in rather incredible shape after having her daughter, Megan moved behind her. I watched Megan's hands reach up, and with a quick motion, she had Taylor's dark red bra unhooked, much to Taylor's surprise. With only a moment's hesitation, mostly from shock, I imagine, Taylor shifted her shoulders forward to let the bra slide down her arms and onto the floor.

I probably looked a damn fool, staring at my friend's chest like I was, but I couldn't help myself. Her breasts weren't at full as Megan's, but they had certainly grown since we had first met. When we were younger, she was fairly small in the chest, a large A cup if anything, but now she was fuller and the tolls of gravity and motherhood caused her breasts to fall and curve in a very pleasing way, with her pink nipples pointing slightly up. I also couldn't help but notice the small mole right by her left nipple, as well as the freckles that came down along the top of her breasts.

Much like with Megan, my hand moved faster than my brain, and in what seemed like and instant I had one of her breasts in my left hand. It was a perfect handful, and she let out a cooing sound as I groped her and tested the firmness of her breast. Not as firm as they may have once been, but felt incredible in my grasp.

"Damn," I said "never thought I'd be doing this."

"Are you going to stop?" Taylor asked with a smirk.

"Only if you want me to."

"Not a chance." She said, leaning in and kissing me again. She let out a surprised little sound as one of Megan's hands wriggled its way between our bodies and began to fondle Taylor's other breast.

When we broke our kiss and looked at Megan she simply laughed and said "Can you blame me? These are nice!"

The two women turned to face each other, leaving me standing, empty handed and an erection that was screaming for attention. They then reached out and firmly began to take in the feel of each other's breasts. There was something undeniably hot about watching them grope each other, moving their hands to get a feel from every angle they could think of.

And then, to my surprise, both women lowered themselves back down onto their knees in front of me. Taylor took my cock in hand, but pointed me at Megan, who seemed more than glad to open her mouth and get back to sucking. AS Megan sucked me of, Taylor let her hand glide along my cock. I thought my knees were going to give out with how good it felt. It wasn't long before they swapped again, Megan now stroking me as Taylor let her mouth work the first little bit of my dick. She mostly worked the head, letting her tongue do some amazing things and her lips gently brush the tender part of my anatomy. Megan knew the exact right amount of pressure to apply as she moved her hand along my shaft, giving perfectly timed squeezes to elicit moans from me.

When it came time to swap again, Taylor took me in her hand, then leaned over and whispered something in Megan's ear. Considering what we were doing, secrets now seemed almost absurd. But then Megan nodded, she braced herself and leaned back a bit. At which point Taylor took my cock and began to gently slap it against Megan's beautiful full tits. I watched, when I could keep my eyes open, as the ripples spread across the soft skin of her chest with each impact. I reveled in the sensation of Taylor rolling the head of dick around one of Megan's lovely, hard, dark, nipples. A couple more slaps, and Megan leaned back forward, mouth open, and took me back into her waiting mouth.

Despite how good it felt to have Megan enthusiastically blowing me while Taylor let her hand match her friend's pace is sliding along my shaft, I knew it couldn't last forever. It seemed the girls had the same idea, as Megan pulled her head back, letting my cock slip free of her mouth, and looked between Taylor and I.

"I think it's time we see what our friend here can do with his mouth. He did say he loves eating women out."

"You think so?" Taylor asked, turning her gaze to me. "What do you say?"

"I say get on the bed." I replied.

Both women rose to their feet, and I made sure to get one more quick kiss in on both of them. They took a couple steps over to the bed, then climbed on. I took a moment to admire their asses through their shorts, and found myself very much looking forward to getting those shorts off them both. They settled down onto the bed, sitting near the edge of one side, and waited for me. I stepped over and stood between them, letting my hands run along their legs, up towards their crotches.

"Who first?" I asked, letting my hands graze dangerously close to their crotches. I could swear I could feel the heat radiating off them even thought their clothes.

"I think Taylor," Megan said "since we got my tits out first we should get her pants off first."

Without waiting for Taylor to give her opinion, I moved my hands to the waistband of her shorts.

"You ready?" I asked.

"More than you can imagine." Taylor said with that smile.

With that, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled. She lifted her butt off the bed to make it easier for me to pull her shorts down past her thighs. I slid her shorts off, tossing them aside. Her panties were a darker blue with light blue around the waist. Nice and simple, nothing too flashy, which was always how I pictured Taylor's underwear. I watched as she slowly opened her legs, giving me a good view, and exposing the faint wet spot on the crotch of her panties. My cock throbbed, almost painfully, at the sight.

But before I could pull her panties off and get my first view of my oldest friend naked, I needed to get Megan on the same page. I turned my hands to her shorts, gripped them by as much fabric as I could get my hands on and tugged. With her shorts joining Taylor's in a heap, I took in her panties as well. They were a bright red, somewhat lacy, with a little bit of lace around the waistband. Following her friend's lead, Megan also spread her legs, and although there was no visible wetness, my cock still reacted favorably to the view.

I probably could have stood there for hours just admiring the view, but I wanted more. I wanted to see them naked, I wanted access to every inch of their bodies. I had been turned on the whole time, but now those baser instincts and desires were kicking in, and I found myself almost ravenous with lust. I reached over and grabbed the waist of Taylor's panties, and in a few quick moves pulled them off her. I didn't evens top to look, I was already grabbing Megan's panties and tugging them free of her body as well.

Then I took a half step back, and looked at the bounty before me. Both women were lying, totally naked, their legs spread to show me their pussies. The aroma of their arousal was already filtering into my nostrils, and smell of desire.

Taylor's pussy was beautiful, better than any dream I'd ever had about her. Her lips were full and proud, practically glistening, and her clit clear as day. Megan's was tighter looking, likely from not having had a kid, with pink lips that looked like they could milk a man dry. Both women had well maintained, trimmed, pubic hair. Megan's dark and standing against her tan skin, while Taylor's was the same reddish brown as the hair that adorned her head, contrasting wonderfully against her pale skin. Both of them looked absolutely delicious, I was surprised I wasn't actually drooling.

I stepped forward again, after letting the view burn into my memory forever, and let my hands again run up their legs. But now there was nothing between me and their beautiful, sensual, bodies. They both made pleased sounds as my hands moved up their thighs, inching ever closer to their exposed pussies. And then, contact. Fingers gently grazing soft, wet, lips. Taylor's whole body shuddered in response, Megan let out an excited little gasp as she felt my fingers run along her folds. I let my fingers linger there for a moment, tracing the outlines of their cunts, letting their wetness lube up the tips, listening to them enjoying the moment. When my fingers moved up and found clits, things really got going. Taylor let out a loan moan, her body bucking at the sensation in a way that took me by surprise at how sensitive her clit might be. Megan, conversely, hissed out a very pleased "yes" as I let my finger apply a little pressure.

I let my fingers play with their clits for a bit, listening to their moans, the quick breaths, watching their bodies react to my touch. Every now and then I'd let my fingers explore a little more, probing at their lips, being bold and pushing between them to be enveloped by their warmth. I felt a little bad for Taylor as my left hand was not my dominant hand, but I'd make it up to her, and she wasn't complaining any. I kept probing, pushing fingers inside the two beautiful women I had before me, moving my now sticky digits back to their clits and back. My cock ached with how hard it was, like it wanted to get harder as I listened to them moan and guide me, my fingers soaked in their juices and happily spreading them all over their crotches.

At one point I took two fingers on each hand, plunging them into both women, getting knuckle deep and letting my fingers wiggle around inside them. Taylor's body bucked with pleasure, Megan's loud moan reverberating off the walls. Then I remembered something Taylor had said the night before: she could squirt. I'd never made a woman squirt before, but I suddenly found myself dying to try. I pulled my fingers free of both women, readjusting myself to bring my right arm to Taylor so I could give her my attention. I took my hand, middle and ring fingers extended, and pushed my digits back between those beautiful milf folds. I hooked and curled my fingers, probing inside her until I seemed to find the spot. She let out an erotic little sound, unlike anything she had made so far, and I decided to try and focus my attention there. I wiggled my fingers in an alternating pattern, rubbing and stroking certain parts of her in a constant motion. Every now and again I'd pull my hand back, finger fucking her good and hard, before finding the spot again and starting all over.

It was a good couple of minutes of this, Taylor moaning and her body rolling with pleasure. She couldn't even make words, just sounds of pleasure. It was only in this moment that Megan seemed to really get what I was going for. Eager to help, she adjusted herself, reached a hand over and began to rub at Taylor's clit as much as she could. Taylor practically screamed, her voice not able to hit the pitch her brain wanted to get to as she was being overwhelmed with pleasure, and she finally spoke her first words in a bit.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Her voice high and trembling. "Keep going! Just like that, both of you!"

We kept at what we were doing, and soon we both knew what coming. Taylor's body shook, then tensed, and finally convulsed as she erupted in orgasm. I pulled my hand free, Megan pulled her hand back as Taylor screamed so loud I was convinced her neighbors were going to call the cops. As my fingers exited her pussy, I felt the splash of liquid as she came, clear liquid squirting forth from her on my hand and up my arm, some of it splattered off my arm and onto my body. More of it ended up on the inside of Taylor's thighs as her legs involuntarily clamped shut.

I took a step back, taking in the sight. Taylor was shaking, a quivering mess as the orgasm continued to wrack her body. I had planned to go down on her first to make up for he getting stuck with my left hand, but I wasn't sure she could handle such a thing in the moment. With that in mind, I knew I had to eat someone out, and Megan's pussy was calling my name.

I stepped over to Megan, lowering myself down onto my knees. She immediately got the plan, laid back and opened her legs once again. From here, my face moving towards her pussy, the smell of her desire was nearly overwhelming, the warmth radiating off of her only get me more excited. And soon my tongue was out, my right hand, still soaked in Taylor's fluids, gripped Megan's thigh to the best of it's slippery ability. When my tongue made contact with her clit I felt the muscles in her leg tense, a sharp inhale followed by a moan mixed with the sound of Taylor's shuddering breaths. When my tongue moved down to her lips, taking a long lap, I was immediately hit by her sweet flavor, her juices saturating my taste buds and making my brain release another shotgun blast of dopamine as I got to work. My tongue explored all over Megan's snatch, rolling around her clit with brief breaks to once again take deep laps at her lips to take in her taste again. I brought my right hand down from her thigh, letting my fingers slip back into Megan as I licked greedily at her clit. Her moans was music to my ears, and her fingers in my hair only made me go harder.

Megan let out a loud gasp, followed by a moan that, combined with the way her body bucked to push her clit against my tongue even more, told me I had done the job proper. I stopped licking, letting her catch her breath. I got back up to my feet, noting that Taylor had composed herself again. I licked my lips, making sure to get every last drop of Megan's juices that I could.

"You ready for you turn?" I asked, looking over to Taylor.

"And then some. Lie down."

I wasn't going to question her, and so I walked around to the foot of the bed and made my way up until my head was just shy of the pillows, the laid on my back. Megan slightly readjusted, rolling onto her side to watch what was about to happen. Taylor got to her feet, her legs still slightly shaky under her weight, she made her way to the other side of the bed and climb in. Then she turned around, giving me my first look at her bare ass, and she climbed up on me, her pussy hovering only and inch or so from my mouth. She leaned forward, and as I felt her breath on my cock again she lowered her pussy down so that I could eat her out, a moan escaping her as my tongue went wild on her clit, and soon her moans were stifled as she took my cock back into her mouth.

My hands immediately reached up, grabbing hold of her buttocks as we orally pleasured each other. Her ass was fuller than one might expect, but still fairly firm in hand. I squeezed her ass as my tongue made sure to take in every inch of her delicious pussy, and she let out a little extra moan around a mouthful of my dick. She waggled her hips a little from time to time, which I took as a sign of her enjoying herself. I was just glad she was, I was convinced that my brain couldn't handle the sensation of her mouth around my cock and co-ordinate my tongue to make her feel good simultaneously. But, to my surprise, it seemed like things were going well.

Taylor and I spent a good bit of time just letting out mouths do everything they could to please the other. Her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her lips, tongue, and teeth all doing wonderful things that sent shock waves of pleasure through my body. Meanwhile my tongue continued it's diligent exploration of every bit of her succulent milf pussy that it could reach, taking in her taste and playing gleefully with her clit in ways that made her moan and twitch. Even the lightest of grazes from my tongue could elicit pleased little movements from her, and the muffled little squeal she gave when I slapped her ass at one point made me smile.

She lifted her head, my cock leaving the joys of her mouth. She followed this by lifting her hips a bit, pulling her cunt away from my mouth. I watched as she began to move down my body, lowering her hips down again and practically dragging her lips along the length of my body. Soon, her pussy was hovering over my crotch. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, a smile on her face as she swayed her hips side to side, drawing my eyes back down her body to her ass. And then Megan joined back in, reaching over and grabbing my cock in her hand. She gave me a few strokes, then held me good and steady as I watched Taylor lower herself down.

Her pussy was unlike I could have ever imagined. Warm, soft, soaking wet, and entirely welcoming. It took no effort for her to slide all the way down, both of us gasping as every last inch of my cock vanished between her folds until she was sitting on me fully. There was a moment where she just sat there, the two of us taking in the feeling. I had dreamed of fucking Taylor many a times, jerked off to her many times over the years, I had blown more loads to her in my life than I could keep track of. All of it paled compared to the real thing, the the way she felt wrapped around me.

And then she started moving, bucking her hips back and forth with me inside her. I gripped the sheets on the bed as she rode me, the feeling serene and rushing over me. When I could get my eyes open again I watched her ass as she moved. Taylor's ass wasn't as pert and firm as it had been in our youth, but it was still a spectacular sight to see bucking on me. The best view came when she leaned forward, showing me her full ass and letting me see my cock being devoured by her pussy, and began to lift her hips up and bring them back down on me. I watched my cock appear and disappear between her pink lips, over and over, her ass jiggling just a little with every motion. We were both moaning loudly at this point, taking in the sensation of, after so many years, finally fucking. Knowing she had masturbated about me at some point, and that now we knew what it was to actually be with each other, made the whole experience all the hotter and more passionate.

I watched as she sat up straight again, every muscle and several of her vertebrae clearly defined as she got into the proper posture. Her hands came up, running through her hair as she began to bounce, her legs pushing her up and down on my cock. Our moans mingled in the air, mixing with the sound of our bodies colliding as she came down on me again and again. From this angle I got to see the best amount of jiggle her ass could offer, and my cock throbbed inside her as she bounced repeatedly.

"Yeah girl!" Megan cheered as she watched. "Ride that cock!"

I'll admit, for a moment I had forgotten Megan was there, I had been so utterly lost in the simple fact that I was currently having sex with my best friend of the last two decades. A woman who had been my closest companion for more than half my life was currently sliding her pussy up and down on my dick, and I watched as it disappeared time and again into the warmth of her pussy.

I reached over with my left arm, getting it partially around Megan's full waist, and I pulled her over to me. She seemed to take my meaning pretty well, as she readjusted to lay close to me, leaning in and letting our tongues get reacquainted with each other once more. But I wanted more. We made out as our mutual friend bounced on my cock, and when we broke our kiss I looked at her and said, albeit with some struggle between moans, "I want those tits."

Megan quickly adjusted again, propping herself up, and leaning until her chest was over my face. She lowered her breasts, dangling in an amazing way, until one of them found its way to my open and wanting mouth. I began to suck greedily, letting my tongue have some fun, and eventually giving her nipple a very gentle bite that got a little gasp. Megan would move so I could give both her tits equal love, and I was more than happy to get at both of them. I noted how much give they had just under the pressure of my lips as I clasped my mouth around the very full and soft breasts. All the while, Taylor was moaning away as she kept riding me.

I was in heaven, and I was amazed I hadn't cum yet. I didn't want to, I still wanted to try so much more with these two, but I couldn't help be be slightly proud of myself for holding out as I was.

When Megan pulled her breasts free of my mouth and sat up again, an audible cracking in her back, Taylor leaned forward again and lifted her hips up and down, but slower this time. Megan took this opportunity to lean over and give Taylor's ass a good, loud, smack. When Taylor straightened up again, Megan moved over to sit next to her, putting her hands on Taylor's hips and guiding her as she slowly rolled her hips.

"Is it everything you dreamed of?" Megan asked.

"It's certainly good," Taylor replied "and better than my imagination could ever conjure up."

Taylor was still moaning slightly as she kept moving, my eyes locked firmly on her ass.

"Well, don't get greedy. I need my turn getting fucked." Megan said.

Then she did something that surprised both me, and, apparently, Taylor, as she leaned over and firmly kissed her friend. My cock throbbed again, watching the two of them make out as Taylor kept moving her hips with me buried inside her. Taylor was clearly taken aback at first, her eyes going wide when Megan's lips pressed against hers, but it took very little time for her to get into it. I could die right then and there and I'd have been happy, but I was going to be happier than I hadn't.

The women separated, their tongues sticking out in a desperate attempt to keep together as they pulled their faces apart. Megan turned to look at me, and Taylor looked over her shoulder to see my face as well.

"What do you say?" Taylor asked. "You think Megan's earned her turn?"

"And then some." I replied. "And I've got just the idea that I think she's going to love."

Eager to see what I meant, Megan scooted aside, and Taylor proceeded to dismount me. My erection disappointed to no longer be in her wet warmth, but it was going to be getting a hell of a treat in a moment. I sat up, and the girls looked at me as if waiting for instruction.

"Taylor, why don't you lay down?" I suggested.

With a little shuffling to make sure nobody was in anybody's way, Taylor took up her spot on her back. She didn't need to be told to open her legs, given the situation we all found ourselves in the position just seemed natural.

"Now Megan, how'd you like to make you fantasy from last night come true?" I said.

I watched Megan's eyes light up as the realization of what I was asking hit her. She looked over to Taylor, I could see her looking up and down her entire body, a brief pause as her eyes looked upon Taylor's pink pussy. Taylor's face seemed shocked at the suggestion.

"Only if you're okay with it." Megan said to her friend.

Taylor said nothing, but simply gestured towards her crotch.

"And what about you?" Megan asked me.

I put a hand on her cheek and smiled. "You're going to be on hands and knees, and I'm going to behind you."

The smile on her face was like a kid at Christmas, about to get the present she had wanted more than anything else. She wasted little time getting into position, on her hands and knees between Taylor's long legs. Then she lowered her face down, her amazingly full ass now up in the air. As I got behind her on my knees, I heard Taylor gasp, moan and say "holy fuck" in the span of about two seconds as Megan's tongue made first contact with Taylor's pussy. I couldn't see what, exactly, Megan was doing, but whatever it was it must have been good, based on Taylor's reaction.

I let Megan eat out Taylor uninterrupted for a moment. Both as a kindness, and because I was in utter awe of the view I had. Megan's full, tan, ass, up in the air, a clear view of her pussy peaking out, and a view of a puckered anus from between those full cheeks. I out my hand between her legs, running my fingers along her lips, taking note of how wet she was. I then took my cock, still slick with Taylor's juices, and with one hand on Megan's beautiful ass I guided myself into her pussy.

Megan's head lifted from Taylor's crotch for a moment as my cock split her tight lips and pushed inside her. She let out a loud moan as more and more of my cock slipped inside her, and one more when every inch of me was firmly enveloped by her wet cunt. She lowered her head back down and got back to work eating out Taylor, and I again took in the view. Megan's full ass, the feeling of her wrapped around me, and seeing Taylor as her body writhed with pleasure while her friend eagerly went down on her. Taylor's beautiful tits on full display for me, combined with the view of Megan's ass, was a hell of a sight.

I gave Megan's ass a good, hard, smack, watching the ripples radiate outward from where my hand made contact, the soft, squishy, skin of her buttocks enrapturing me. Then, without hesitation, I began to thrust. Part me of knew I probably should have started off slow, warm Megan up, but she took me in so easily that I couldn't stop myself from laying into her. I thrust good and hard, watching her ass jiggle and wobble hypnotically as I fucked her. Her pussy felt amazing, gripping me and welcoming me as I slid in and out of her. I kept my hands on Megan's hips, holding her steady while I went to town on her. I could hear her moaning, albeit muffled as she kept her head down in Taylor's crotch. Taylor's own moaning was in the mix as well, mingling with mine and Megan's as the beautiful slapping sound as our bodies came together over and over.

Speaking of Taylor, my eyes, eventually, moved up from Megan's full ass jiggling, and I could see her lying there on her back. She had a handful of Megan's long, dark, hair, her other hand white knuckle gripping the bed sheet as Megan, apparently, did good things down between those long legs. Her back was slightly arched as Megan ate her out, not letting the pleasure she was getting from my fucking her distract her too much from fulfilling one of her fantasies. Taylor was clearly enjoying herself, her eyes rolled back in her head and constant terms of affirmation letting Megan know she was hitting the right spot.

The sounds of all our moans mixing in the air just made me go harder, pounding Megan for all I was worth. I tried my best to keep in decent enough shape, but this was pushing my body to it's limits already. I was completely absorbed in the sensation of fucking Megan's spectacular cunt, of hearing all our moans echoing off the walls, of the view of Megan's ass jiggling with every thrust of my hard cock. My only regret in that moment was that I couldn't see Megan's tits in action, but that didn't mean they were beyond my use. I leaned forward, my thrusts becoming more shallow while not letting up on intensity, my hands moved from Megan's hips, running up her sides and taking in her every beautiful curve as I found my way up her body. When my hands moved under her body, I soon found my prize. I grabbed her tits, giving them both a good squeeze as I pounded her pussy from behind. I enjoyed the feeling of the soft, malleable, skin in my hands, her hand nipples poking into my palms when I wasn't gently pinching them between my fingers.

Megan nearly lifted her head from Taylor's pussy, but Taylor wasn't going to allow such a thing and held her head down between her legs. Megan let out a long moan as I pinched both her nipples, and as she did I pushed deep into her snatch, letting me take in the feeling of being balls deep in her. She clenched around me in response before lowering her head back down to keep licking Taylor's clit.

I could have happily kept fucking Megan, but I knew I needed to give Taylor another go. With that in mind, I leaned back until I was upright again, my hands grabbing Megan's ass, and I gave her a few more good, hard, thrusts before pulling out. When I was out she lifted her head from Taylor's crotch and turned to look at me. I leaned forward, getting close to her and whispered to her.

"Why don't you have Taylor return the favor?"

I could see the gears turning in Megan's head, then a mischievous smile sprinkled with lust, and she nodded.

Megan got up, came around Taylor's side, and I watched Taylor's confusion turn to surprise and excitement as Megan began to straddle her face. She lowered herself down, and Taylor got her chance to put her tongue to work. I wasn't sure if Taylor had ever gone down on another woman, but judging from the sounds Megan made as Taylor's mouth made contact with her pussy she was doing good things.

I didn't take time to enjoy the show, I slid forward on the bed and got myself between Taylor's long legs. I took my cock in hand and gave her clit a little rub with the head, making her body twitch in response. It was clear it made her mouth do something, too, as Megan let out a very excited little sound. I then aimed myself properly and pushed my cock, now absolutely soaked in both her and Megan's fluids, between those pink lips and deep into her warmth.

Taylor's hands were grabbing Megan's thighs nice and tight as I started to thrust, working that milf pussy with no remorse. I watched as her tits bounced in unison with my thrusts, moving wonderfully in response to me fucking her like how I had always wanted to. Just having her on her back, legs open for me and enjoying the connection of our bodies was like so many dreams I had had in our long friendship. Never would I have expected her to also be going to town on another woman's clit while I fucked her, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about that add bonus.

I laid into Taylor, giving her everything I had in that moment, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around my dick once more. I held her legs open, making sure I could just keep thrusting to my heart's content. Taylor didn't seem to mind, as she happily continued to eat out her friend while I fucked her. My hands eventually moved from her legs and made their way to her chest, and I happily began to fondle them as I slid my cock in and out of those wet folds. I slowed down a bit, just letting myself enjoy the feeling of her pussy as I had craved for so long.

I sat back upright, placed my hands on her toned stomach and picked up the pace again, pounding her like a man half my age, watching her amazing breasts bounce in the perfect rhythm to my thrusts. I could hear her when she could pull her attention away from Megan's pussy, a muffled moan coming from between the other woman's thick thighs. So many sounds filled the room once more, the loudest were Megan's moans as she felt Taylor's mouth do things she never would have imagined her friend capable of.

I couldn't help but notice how Megan's body tensed and relaxed, the way her back flexed as Taylor's tongue worked it's magic. I noticed Taylor's own body tensing and twitching from time to time as I fucked her, reacting to the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her, rubbing against her vaginal walls with every thrust.

I pulled back a touch too far, my cock slipping out from between Taylor's folds, and when I thrust forward again I rubbed along her lips and the head hit her clit. Her whole body twitched at the feeling, I could feel the muscles in her torso tense and relax. In my excitement I just kept thrusting, my length rubbing against her. I had never tried the whole frottage thing before, but I couldn't deny that it felt good. But I wasn't here to just rub against her, and with a gentle realignment I once more felt my dick push inside her.

It wasn't long before I heard Megan moan louder than anytime before, and when I looked up from Taylor's tits I saw Megan shaking in ecstasy. It was only then I had realized that Taylor had made Megan cum, and clearly Megan, in that moment of joy, wasn't entirely sure how to process that fact. She rolled off of Taylor, flopping on the bed next to us as I continued to pound Taylor. Being able to see her face, how she was reacting to me being inside her, made it all the hotter, add to that another sexy woman like Megan lying next to her enjoying her post orgasmic bliss and I could have blown my load right then and there. But, as before, there was more to do. While I couldn't give Taylor her fantasy of public sex, at least not in this moment, I could fulfill something else she had mentioned the night prior.

I pulled out of her once more, letting her take a minute to breathe. I reached over and caressed Megan's leg, and I saw a hand come up and give a thumbs up. We all laughed a little, and once we had some time to rest I knew what had to come next.

"Taylor," I said "I think it's time we make one of your fantasies come true."

She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at me with some confusion.

"What did you have in mind?"

"You wanted to know what it'd be like to have sex standing up, I say we try it out."

I watched her eyes light up, and for a moment I was lost in that smile.

All three of us climbed off the bed, Taylor and I standing facing each other. Being of a similar height I found myself trying to figure out how we'd make this work. It was clear we were trying to do the mental calculations, when Megan chimed in.

"Why not lean her against the wall? Taylor, you can put your hands on the wall, Pete can get at you from behind, lifting one leg if need be."

I looked at Taylor, and she had the same "no harm in trying" look on her face that I assumed was on mine. She walked over to the wall, finding a spot with enough room for us to try our plan. She turned around, giving me another great look at her ass, placed her palms against the wall and leaned forward a tiny bit. What took me off guard was Megan, she walked over at the same time I did, but she lowered herself down onto her knees beneath Taylor. Megan was the perfect height to do whatever she was planning, and I wasn't going to question her. Instead I took my position behind Taylor, stepping up close so we rubbed together again. Taylor lifted her right leg, and I hooked my hand underneath to prop it up. Taylor hopped a little to adjust he height, until we were all lined up. That was when I felt Megan's hand on my cock, and she guided me into Taylor once more. We both moaned as I entered her, something about this particular angle feeling different, but so good.

I began to thrust again, but slowly. The angle felt good, but it made speed a little tricky. But I made sure to give each thrust as much power as I could, and Taylor certainly seemed to appreciate it. The only downside to this current position was that I couldn't get a great view of any specific parts of Taylor, but being able to feel her embracing me as I pulled back and pushed forward was more than enough.

Which is why what happened next took me by surprise. I had found a good speed, letting up on the intensity for a minute as I just enjoyed fucking Taylor. That was when I felt something unexpected: Megan's hand cupping my balls. I let out a sound that was a mixture of surprise and a moan, as it was a little shocking, but felt amazing. Megan fondled my balls, moving her hand with my thrusts as I fucked our mutual friend. I embraced the sensation, getting lost in my own pleasure for a bit as I let my body go into auto pilot. The sensation was almost more than my brain could process, but I welcomed it without question. Taylor's warm snatch enveloping my cock, Megan's fingers fondling my balls, moans filling the room once more.

Then Megan moved her hand, I felt her fingertips along the underside of my shaft for a brief moment, and then Taylor clenched around me and moaned louder as Megan began to rub at her clit once more. Taylor smacked one hand against the wall as I continued to thrust, and Megan played with her clit. I could feel her body tensing again, her pussy gripping me tightly as the pleasure rolled through her whole body.

"Oh god," she moaned "keep going! Keep going, please!"

We both happily obliged her. I kept my same pace, Megan kept rubbing. Taylor's moans became staggered, her body shook a little.

"Faster, Pete!" She squealed.

I did exactly as she said, I picked up the pace until I was fucking her as fast, and hard, as I could given our current position. She was shaking more and more, I could hear Megan saying something but it was almost entirely drowned out in Taylor's moans. I felt Taylor whole body clench, she gripped me tighter than she had at anytime before this, her body shook and she screamed in pleasure. I could feel the wetness seeping out from between us, so I pulled my cock free. I couldn't see it, but I could hear the sound of liquid splashing not only on the carpeted floor, but the distinct sound of it hitting skin as she squirted on Megan. I wrapped my arms around Taylor's body to hold her up, her knees buckled as she was wracked with orgasmic delight again and again. I felt another spurt of discharge spray against my leg, until finally she nearly went completely limp in my arms. I found myself very happy that she wasn't particularly heavy as she hung there.

I watched as Megan crawled out from under her, a huge smile on her round face, her sternum and breasts glistening with Taylor's fluids. Seeing that made me throb, with sent a shock wave through Taylor and made her squeal again.

I waited a bit for Taylor to get her strength back so she could stand on her own two feet again. In the meantime, Megan got back to her feet, and I happily let her slip her tongue back into my mouth. When Taylor was able to stand again, I let go of her, although she kept her hands on the wall for some extra stability for a moment.

"Now," I said once Megan and I broke our kiss "I think it's time to give Megan her fantasy position."

Now it was Megan's turn to light up like a kid on Christmas. Taylor, now able to move again, stepped aside to give Megan space on the wall. She put her back to the wall, and I stepped forward to stand before her. I crouched a little, getting my arms into position to catch her. Megan readjusted herself, and on the count of three she hopped into the air. I brought my arms up, getting my hands on the underside of her thighs, her back hitting the wall with a thud as I stepped forward at the same time to pin her in place. With some adjusting to make sure she was at the right height, and checking to make sure she wasn't hurt form hitting the wall, we were all set. Taylor reached her hand between us, taking my slick cock in her grip and aiming me so that everything was all lined up. Once she gave us the okay, I lowered Megan down, watching her face, her eyes rolling back in her head a little, as her pussy slid down around my cock entirely. I leaned forward and kissed her again as she wrapped around every inch of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.

I broke off our kiss, and with a smile on my face I began to thrust. It was a touch awkward, given the angle, but it felt fantastic. I finally got a chance to watch Meg's lovely, full, tits bounce in response to my thrusts. She leaned her head back as far as she could, moaning loudly as I began to work her pussy. Taylor, now not needing to guide us, was standing behind me, her hands on my hips and pressing her body against mine. I could feel her tits against my back, she kissed my neck, and whispered words of affirmation about how much she enjoyed watching me fuck her friend. I watched as Megan's breasts bounced, the soft skin jiggling so perfectly, and I could feel her body reacting to me as she tightened and loosened her grip on my erection while I enjoyed getting to work her cunt.

Megan felt incredible, and her moans and gasps were like music to my ears. I pressed her hard against the wall and began to thrust as hard as I could. The position was still awkward, but something about the way I was rubbing against her made it all worth it. Not to mention the sounds she made, and the view of that lovely, chubby, body and how it moved as I fucked her. I was getting lost in watching her breasts, still wet with Taylor's discharge, jiggle and bounce so amazingly.

I turned my head, and Taylor caught my drift as she leaned forward a bit and kissed me again. I gave Megan several slow, hard, passionate thrusts as Taylor's tongue began to explore my mouth once more.

Unfortunately, this couldn't last forever. I tended to keep in decent shape, but holding Megan up was beginning to take a toll on my arms. I didn't want to stop, though, but I knew our time in this position was limited. It didn't mean Megan and I had to put an end to our sex, though. I turned back to her, her eyes closed and her mouth agape in silent moans.

"You enjoying this?" I asked.

She just nodded, opening her eyes to look at me.

"Glad I could help you out, but I think my arms need a break."

I gave her one more good thrust, pushing my cock deep into her. With some finagling I lowered my body down, slipping out from Megan's pussy and lowering her to her feet.

"But I'm not done with you." I said as I stood to my full height again. I took Megan's hand, and led her back to the bed.

I let go of her hand and crawled onto the bed, lying on my right side. Megan didn't need me to tell her what I had in mind, and she clambered onto the bed with me, lying on her right side in front of me. Her right leg was out, and she lifted her left leg a little. I scooted in against her, getting everything in position, my cock rubbing along her lips until she reached down and gently pushed me until I was once again feeling her pussy take hold of me.

Spooning sex is always a touch tricky, and between my not being super hung and Megan's rather luscious rump, which felt great pressed against me, I was only able to get the first bit of me between those lips. But even that felt incredible, that soft warmth taking me just barely past the head. Even given the limitations of the position, we still made the best of it as I began to thrust to the best of my ability. I reached my left arm around her body, grabbing me a handful of her still slick breast, giving the soft skin a good squeeze as I slid in and out of her as much as I could.

Taylor eventually came over and climbed into the bed, too. She sat in front of Megan, spread her legs and leaned back until she was resting on one elbow. Her other hand reached down between her legs and began to rub at her own clit, giving Megan a full view of her pleasuring herself. I had an okay view myself, but Megan was getting the full show. I continued thrusting and groping, taking an immense amount of pleasure in fucking Megan once again.

Hearing Megan moan, knowing she was watching as Taylor rubbed at her clit and slipped fingers into her milf pussy, made me give it my all despite the awkwardness of the position we were in. Her full ass squished against my body, one of those amazing tits in my hand, her pussy gripping every bit of me it could, I was finding myself being overloaded with serotonin. I continued to thrust, letting Megan get her own serotonin boost from our intercourse.

"You know, Megan, I think we still need to make Pete's fantasy position happen." Taylor said, gently playing with her clit.

"Oh yeah," Megan moaned "he needs his turn."

I slowed down, barely moving to allow the two women to have their conversation with less interruption. I still fondled Megan's tit, making her moan every now and then as I gently pinched or gave her nipple a tug for my own amusement.

"So, who gets to give it to him?" Taylor asked.

"I think it should be you." Megan replied. "I might be a little too endowed in the booty to make pronebone work particularly well." She attempted to waggle her ass to really hammer home the point, but we were still pressed together so she mostly just ground her ass against me a little, making me throb a little.

"I guess you're right." Taylor said. "So, what do you say, Pete?"

"I guess the only thing I can say: assume the position." I said, scooting back from Megan and pulling out of her.

Megan moved to give Taylor and I the room we needed to make this happen, lying on her side and taking in the view. Taylor, meanwhile, laid down flat on her stomach, and then lifted her butt up a little to make the initial entry a little easier to manage. I got up behind her, then slowly lowered myself down onto her. I was a fair bit bigger than Taylor in terms of weight, so I was careful not to put my full weight down on her and risk hurting her or anything. I took a hand to make sure we were all lined up, and with one shift of my hips I was back to feeling that sweet milf cunt embrace my dick once more. Once I was inside her, Taylor and I lowered ourselves down until she was flat on the bed once more.

I began to move my hips, lifting them up and then lowering myself back down, careful to not accidentally pull out entirely. The feeling was unreal, unlike regular doggy or even the standing sex we had just tried, and I was relishing every second of it. I heard Taylor moan, and her face sank into the sheets as I fucked her. I felt my body sink down on top of hers, her ass pressing against me as I let my weight down, her pussy tightening around me every time I pushed deeper into her.

Sitting next to us was Megan, this time it was her turn to play with herself and watch. The view was certainly something. Her short, thick, legs open, a hand down at that tight cunt, a finger rolling around her clit, those lovely plump breasts with their hard nipples on full display. And to top it all off, a face of utter lust filled delight as she watched me fucking Taylor once more.

I kept working on Taylor, enjoying my treat, as it were, and loving the feeling of her pussy from this angle. I put my hands on her back, feeling her muscles tense and loosen as she reacted to my thrusts in a way that just made it hotter. I began to pick up the pace, fucking her as fast as the position would allow, going for shallow thrusts to maximize the speed. She moaned louder, her head turned so her face was no longer buried in the sheets and echoing around the room.

I laid into her for all I was worth, Megan cheering us on between moans of her own. I felt Taylor's body tense, and then she shuddered and let out a staggered moan as she came once more. I kept fucking her for a moment, completely lost in the feeling of her body, in the overwhelming sensation of my own pleasure.

Finally I stopped, one last push to get as deep into Taylor as I could, letting her pussy grip me again. I laid flat against her, our bodies pressed together, warm and dripping with sweat. I just took in that feeling for a moment, among all the lust and raw horny energy that was swirling around the room, there was something in that moment that was peaceful, intimate.

When I rolled off of Taylor, Megan was quick to push me down so I was lying on my back. Taylor rolled over onto her back next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I could hear her just breathing as she caught her breath.

Megan quickly scrambled to climb on top of me, giving me say in the matter, taking my cock in hand and lowering her pussy down around me. We both moaned as she enveloped me entirely, and I took in the view with joy. Her short, curvy, body, those thick thighs on either side of me, her tits looking glorious with those dark nipples, and the look of desire in her eyes speaking a thousand words. She said nothing as she started to ride me, bouncing on my cock that was nearing the end of it's rope. I watched her, the way her belly jiggled as she moved up and down, the stunning bounce of her breasts, and I knew that she was going to make me cum. The fact I hadn't cum yet was something I was actually kind of proud of, but there was no stopping what was going to happen soon. I watched as Megan bounced on me, my right hand reached over and grabbed Taylor's thigh, my left moved to Megan's waist as she rode me like a champ. I had had my fair share of women ride me, but this might have been the best it ever felt.

I could feel my body tense, the sensation of ejaculation approaching quickly. And still Megan bounced. There was no hiding that I was nearing the end, it had to have been written all over my face. The sensation of Megan riding me, and the view of her body as she did so was too much.

"Oh fuck, Megan, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

The floodgates opened. My brain released dopamine as the orgasm rolled through me, flooding me with joy, and then I let the release as I began to cum.

Megan was halfway up the upstroke when I started, and I expected her to lift all the way off, but instead when she reached the apex she slammed back down until I was balls deep in her again. She smiled at me, a hand on my stomach as I unloaded inside her, shooting my load into her amazing cunt. For a brief moment I was overcome with confusion and fear, why was she letting me cum in her like this? But the look on her face spoke volumes about her intentions, and I stared at that smile as I pulsated inside her while more and more of my seed filled her. She stayed there until it was clear I was done, my body relaxing as I finished ejaculating. She gave me one last squeeze, making sure she got every last drop she could from me, and then dismounted.

The fact she took my load inside her was shocking enough, but she followed that up with another surprise. She very carefully crawled on top of Taylor, until she was able to get her legs either side of our friend's face. She hovered her pussy above Taylor's face, and I could see Taylor's realization of what was happening. She opened her mouth, and I watched as Megan pushed a thick blob of my cum out from between those soft lips, and it dripped right down into Taylor's mouth. Taylor swallowed the cum quickly, her mouth already open again as more cum began to ooze out of Megan's pussy. Taylor's tongue darted out to meet the long string of sticky fluid and guide it to her throat. As she swallowed the second time another glob of my spunk fell from Megan and landed on Taylor's lips, which she greedily licked up.

Finally, Megan rolled over onto the bed next to Taylor. All three of us in the bed, Taylor in the middle of me and Megan, we just lay there for a while. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking over Taylor's nude form to Megan.

"That was insanely hot." I said.

"Agreed." Taylor added, quietly.

"You're sure there won't be any problems?" I asked Megan.

"My birth control is really good, we should be fine. And it was worth it."

That gave me some relief, and I settled back onto the bed as Megan rolled onto her side and draped an arm over Taylor. I don't know if Megan did, but I know for sure that Taylor and I napped for a good bit. When we awoke, we all took some quick showers, mine happening in the middle to ensure I had some crossover with both the women. Then we went and had dinner.

The following day they drove me to the airport. We stood at the drop-off, both women wishing me a good flight. As I went to give them both hugs and bid them farewell, they gave me one last little surprise, as both women made sure to give me one more good kiss.

"And remember," I said once we had broken off "you two are always welcome to come visit me."

"Could it possibly be as good as this trip?" Taylor asked.

"I can make sure you two have a hell of a vacation if you ever come out." I said with a wink.

I said my goodbyes and walked into the airport, my bags in hand, and as I walked through the concourse I saw someone who had been at the drop-off area look over at me. When he noticed I was the guy who had just had very brief make out sessions with two stunners he gave me a nod, I smiled, and walked to the gate. I was pretty sure I was going to have very happy dreams on my way home, and I knew this memory would stay with me until the day I died.