A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 06

Izzy

Oh my god! I fucked Eliza's ass! It felt so strange having a fake cock strapped to me last night. I was still thinking about fucking Eliza's ass as I drove us to my parents' house. It was amazing. And part of me had wanted to be on the receiving end of it.

But enough about that! We arrived around noon. Miraculously, I was not exhausted from our endless night of fucking. Eliza and Jimmy seemed pretty fresh, too. We had overdone it last night, and Eliza was walking a little awkwardly as we headed up the driveway to my parents' front door. Would my family see her funny walk and immediately realize that we had fucked her senseless last night? Would they look at the three of us and say, "Izzy, did you double penetrate Eliza last night?" Oh god, I was so on edge.

Taking her ass had been so erotic. The strap-on had been awkward and unruly, but I loved how she squirmed on the fake cock, and I loved how much she had screamed for me. Screamed for both of us. I wanted her to fuck me with that strap-on very soon. I wanted to know what it was like to have her take me with it.

"Are you sore?" I asked her as we got out of the car.

She shrugged with a smile and kept walking.

I hurried to catch up with her. "Maybe if someone asks, we can tell her you hurt yourself while on a run," I said.

Eliza rolled her eyes. "Are you worried they're going to think I'm sore from sex?"

"Yes." My voice was very quiet. I could feel my face burning red. Only Eliza could make me embarrassed about sex, because she was so fucking classy. Sometimes I felt guilty for debauching her.

Sorry not sorry.

Jimmy and Eliza both laughed. "Okay," Eliza said. "That's the story I'll use."

"Thanks," I said.

"The strangest thing about being with Izzy's family is that Izzy stops being a sex monster," Jimmy said. "Her parents and brothers are the only people who make her shut that stuff down."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on. We're all like that. None of us want our family to know that we're sexual beings. It's gross."

"I guess you're right," Jimmy said. "But it's so shocking with you, because you usually have no filter. And you're always fearless in almost every other situation."

Jimmy's words gave me such a yummy feeling. I liked knowing that he thought I was fearless. I liked being the adventurous one who pulled him along. But it wasn't true. I was always second-guessing myself.

"Okay, just so we're on the same page. We're a very chaste throuple," I said.

They both laughed, which is what I was going for.

But I was also serious. I needed to clear my head of dirty thoughts. I needed to be a good daughter and sister. I needed to be a classy fiancé! I straightened and smoothed my white blouse and my khaki shorts. I took a moment to run my fingers over my belly.

My belly. Still so flat.

The front door opened and there was my dad.

"Izzy!" He grabbed me and lifted me up in the air, just like he would do when I was little. He was always so strong.

"Put me down!" I kicked my feet in at the air.

He placed me gently on the ground, and I kissed his cheek. "Hi Daddy."

Next he grabbed Jimmy's hand and shook it. Jimmy winced. My dad loved Jimmy, but he liked to remind him who was boss, starting with bone-crushing handshakes.

"Jimmy, it's so good to see you," Dad said.

"You, too, Mr. Donovan."

He slapped Jimmy's shoulder. "Call me Ethan. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Dad had told Jimmy to call him by his first name many times, but Jimmy struggled to do it.

Jimmy stepped aside as Eliza walked up to the Dad, who held out his hand. She shook it, and I could tell he was gentle with her, unlike with Jimmy.

"You must be Eliza," Dad said. "Izzy told me all about you. I..." he ran his hand through his gray hair. "I want you to feel welcome."

Eliza beamed at him. "Thank you, Ethan."

He smiled when she used his first name. "Come on in."

We found Mom in the kitchen. "Oh, Isabelle. You look wonderful. You are glowing!"

As she hugged me, she rubbed my back. I breathed her in. She smelled like home. I had missed her so much lately. All this drama with Eliza and Jimmy's families had made me appreciate her.

"Hi, Mrs. Donovan," Jimmy said. He placed two bottles of wine on the counter.

Mom hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Nina," she said. "Call me Nina, please. Oh, and this is Eliza. Oh my, you are so beautiful. You look like a princess with that gorgeous hair." Mom gaped at Eliza.

Eliza had her hair down today, and it shined as it framed her face and draped her shoulders. The other day we were strolling through our neighborhood when he passed a woman walking her dog. The woman stopped and stared at Eliza's hair. She had that effect on people. My red curls drew a lot of attention, but Eliza's hair was otherworldly, and it stopped people in their tracks. I loved to brush her hair at night. She brushed mine, too. I loved running my fingers through her glossy hair as I brushed her. It gave me the shivers sometimes. Jimmy laughed when he first saw us doing it, but now he simply smiled and kissed us each on the cheek before leaving us to it.

Mom hugged Eliza, who was blushing and smiling. I was very relieved that both my parents were being so welcoming.

"Thank you for having me in your home," Eliza said.

"Of course," Mom said. "My daughter says you are special to her. How can I not welcome you?"

She turned back to the counter, where she was assembling vegetable skewers. "I'm just finishing up here. You should head outside and enjoy the sun. We have drinks and snacks, and there's meat on the grille."

Jimmy took Eliza's hand and led her to the backdoor. I turned to follow, but Mom grabbed me by the elbow. "Izzy," she said.

I turned around and met her gaze. She glanced down at my left hand,

"That's a beautiful ring on your finger," she said. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes.

"Oh, Mama. Don't cry"

Her grabbed me and squeezed the breath out of me. "I am so happy for you. I'm so proud to see you taking this step."

"Thank you. I always want to make you proud."

She pulled away and gripped my shoulders. "Eliza is wearing one, too."

I bit my lip. "Um, yes. She is."

She lifted my hand up and studied my ring. "Who gave Eliza her ring?"

"Jimmy bought the ring, but we both gave it to her. We both got on our knees for her."

Mom sighed and looked over my shoulder, probably checking on what was happening out back. "You were so in love with Jimmy. Wasn't that enough for you?"

I took a deep breath and let it out. This was a question I had asked myself many times. "He was. He is." My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I struggled for words. "It's hard to explain, but she fits with us. She makes everything better." I closed my eyes and pictured Jimmy and Eliza smiling at me. "I'm happier than I've ever been."

"Izzy, you've always done things your own way. I've accepted that. I'll accept this open relationship, because it clearly makes you happy."

"It's not open. It's only the three of us. No one else."

She raised a hand to stop me. "Okay. But marriage? You can only marry one of them. You know this."

"We're working on that. Jimmy said he's coming up with a plan to make it all legal. It won't be a traditional, legal marriage. But we're going to be a family."

"You truly love her?" she asked. "You love her as much as you love Jimmy? You want to share him with her?"

"It's not about me and Jimmy anymore, Mom. She's a part of us now."

"This isn't what I imagined as a future for you when you were a little girl, Izzy. But you've always followed your own path."

The look on her face was exhausted. I knew that I exhausted her and stressed her out with my choices. I felt sometimes guilty about it. But I wasn't going to feel guilty for loving Eliza.

Mom hugged me again and kissed my cheek. "I only want you to be happy. If you love her, that's all that matters. But please be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."

I wanted to cry. Finally one of our parents was accepting us as we were. "Thank you. Mama, thank you so much."

She stepped back and held my hands between us. "Honestly, I am so excited you are settling down with Jimmy. I love the way he treats you."

"If you like how Jimmy takes care of me, you're going to love Eliza."

She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sure I will. Okay, help me bring these veggie skewers out to the grille."

I took one platter and she took the other.

When we stepped outside onto the deck, my dad was turning steaks on the grille. My brothers were in the yard talking to Jimmy and Eliza. Eliza had her arm around Jimmy's waist, which made me relax a little. I liked seeing her confident enough to show affection in front of my family.

I handed the platter of skewered vegetables to my dad and hurried onto the lawn.

"Shawn! Malcolm!"

Malcolm hugged me. Like me, he had curly red hair and freckles. "Izzy, how are you?"

"I've missed you!"

I turned to Shawn, who gave me a tight smile. He was the dark-haired member of our family, but he was also freckly. He's always been the protective big brother, and I knew he would struggle with our throuple more than anyone.

"Hi bro," I said.

He hugged me with one arm while holding a beer bottle in the other hand. "You need to visit more often," he said.

"You could come to Boston." I backed up and gave him my biggest smile.

"I guess I should," he said. "Crazy things seem to happen up there." He glanced at Eliza, who was talking to Malcolm and Jimmy.

I narrowed my eyes at him to let him know I was being serious. "Don't make this hard," I said very quietly.

"Izzy," he said. "You really want to share your boyfriend?"

I glanced Jimmy and Eliza, who were still holding each other. I thought about all the parties, barbecues, and family gatherings that lay ahead of us. The three of us would be out as a throuple and people would need to learn to accept us as we were.

I grabbed Shawn's hand and dragged him over to picnic table that was covered with snacks. I pushed him onto the bench and sat beside him. "I am not sharing him," I said.

"Then what am I looking at here? That girl has her arm around Jimmy's waist."

"She's with both of us."

He shook his head. "I don't like it."

I jabbed his shoulder with two fingers. "I'm in love with her, Shawn. She loves me. The three of us are together. Respect my relationship with them."

He looked at the hand that had jabbed him and his eyes went wide. "Izzy, is that what I think it is?"

Ugh, people kept seeing my ring. It was stupid to wear it before breaking the news. But I hated taking it off, and so did Eliza. I felt naked without it.

"Yes, all three of us are engaged," I said.

Those words shut Shawn up for a few moments. He just blinked his eyes a few times while staring at the ring. Then he looked at Jimmy and Eliza again.

"So, Jimmy thinks he can have you and her. That doesn't seem fair to you. He was yours and now he gets to be with her, too."

I was sick of people not understanding how our relationship worked, and I was definitely done with people judging one or more of us for our choices. I didn't want Shawn to make Jimmy into some kind of villain for being in love with both of us.

"Jimmy," I called out. "Could you come over here for a second?"

Jimmy looked my way and saw me sitting with Shawn. He nodded and gave Eliza's shoulder a squeeze before wandering over to the table.

"What's up?" he asked.

I stood up and took his hand. "Whose idea was it to bring Eliza into our relationship?"

Jimmy waited a couple beats before answering. He looked back and forth from me to my brother, and he definitely picked up on the vibe. Shawn was being his usual protective, skeptical self, and I needed Jimmy to set him straight.

"It was yours," Jimmy said. "You started it up, despite me saying no over and over."

"And why were you opposed?" I asked.

He frowned as he thought back to our first weekend with Eliza. "Because she was my best friend, and I didn't want to ruin up our friendship." His frown shifted to a cute smile. "Plus, I didn't want to mess up what I had with you."

"Then what happened?" I asked.

He took a deep breath as his eyes shifted up and the right. He was remembering. He chuckled. "You talked her into getting together with us." He looked at Shawn. "Once it was two-against-one, I didn't stand a chance."

"Poor Jimmy," Shawn said. He rolled his eyes.

"It's true," I said. "The three of us were sitting at a bar having drinks, and I knew she wanted to be with Jimmy. They had a lot of unresolved romantic stuff in their past. I wanted them to figure it out. So, I talked her into exploring it with him. Part of me hoped she would want to be with me, too. I could sense she liked me, but I wasn't sure if that would lead to more than friendship."

Shawn held up his hand. "Too much information. But seriously. Why risk what you had with Jimmy?"

I chewed on that question for a little while. Both Jimmy and my brother waited silently for my answer. "I think it's exciting to take risks with the person you love. I think it's fun to watch them experience something special, to give them permission to explore something that they're afraid to explore but really want to. And it's really fun if I get to explore it with them."

"And you wanted him to explore a relationship with Eliza? Shawn asked.

"Well, I was a little more selfish than that." I held Jimmy's hand and squeezed it twice very quickly. "I wanted to be with her, too. I mean... look at her." I glanced back at Eliza. She was laughing at something Malcolm had said.

"Izzy likes to push people out of their comfort zone... in a loving way," Jimmy said.

"Oh, I know that," Shawn said. "She does it to everyone. My wife and I worked together before we started dating. Izzy picked up on the vibe I had with her at a party and basically talked her into asking me out, even though our company had some pretty strict fraternization policies. It was extremely annoying!"

"But now you're married!" I said.

Shawn shook his head. "Yeah, you did the right thing, sis."

"Jimmy and Eliza and I are doing the right thing, too, Shawn. Okay?"

Shawn chewed on his lip as he nodded along with my words. He stood up and squared off with Jimmy. "You know what? Everything you said sounds exactly like how my sister operates. She always gets her way. She sees something she wants, and she fights for it until it's hers." He held his hand out to Jimmy. Jimmy shook it. "My sister is relentless. I hope you're prepared to deal with that if you're planning to spend the rest of your life with her."

Jimmy laughed. "It's one of my favorite things about her, Shawn. I think Eliza would say the same thing."

Shawn slapped Jimmy's back. "I need another beer. Want one?"

"Sure," Jimmy said. They marched over to the deck, where my dad's cooler sat.

I watched them chat as Shawn opened the lid and rooted around in the ice for the good beers. My dad usually stocked his cooler with a mix of good stuff for his kids and crappy beer for himself. When they started laughing, I felt my whole body loosen with relief.

I shifted my gaze to Mom and Dad, who were both looking at me. Mom was whispering to Dad, whose eyes were getting wider with every moment. I noticed him looking at my left hand, taking in the ring. I held it up and showed him the diamond. I climbed up the short set of stairs to the deck and joined them.

"What are you two talking about?" I asked.

Dad shook his head. "Isabelle, just tell me one thing. Did you manage to get Shawn on board with this three-person marriage?"

"I did! I thought it would take longer."

He picked up a can of beer that was resting beside the grille. "If you won over your brother, I'm not going to argue with you about it. I've already lost. Congrats, Izzy. I'm proud of you.

I hugged him. "Thanks, Daddy!"

This is going so well!

My father had some questions about who things were going to work, and Mom hit me with a few, too. I spent some time answering them. Then I spun around and marched down the steps to Eliza and Malcolm.

"Everything okay," Eliza asked.

"Everything is peachy," I said. "Malcom, what do you think of Eliza?"

Malcom was sipping from a beer bottle. He coughed and sputtered at my words. He lowered the bottle from his lips and squinted at me. "You're really putting me on the spot here, Izzy. But I like her fine so far."

"Good, because Jimmy and I are going to marry her."

"What?"

I put my arm around Eliza's shoulder and pulled her against me. "She's going to be your sister-in-law. That okay with you?"

He laughed. "I'm fine with whatever you do, sis. Just tell me when the wedding is. I'll be there."

"Good. I turned to Eliza. "Eliza Bennington, you're going to be my wife. And you're going to be Jimmy's wife. Got it?"

She snickered once and shook her head. "Yes, sweetie. I've got it."

I gave her a quick kiss. "Good."

My family had a lot of questions as we ate lunch. I tried to answer them with Jimmy and Eliza's help, but I honestly didn't have all the answers. The official plan was that Jimmy and I were getting married, and Eliza was going to be our domestic partner. That's how Eliza was expecting things to play out, so that's how I described it. I knew Jimmy was working on something. He said he had hired a lawyer, but he wasn't ready to tell me more than that.

Overall, it was a good day. My family was happy for me. I could tell they were a little flustered and my mother was worried about how it would all work. But they accepted us as we were, and I was so relieved.

Our drive back to the hotel was quiet. Jimmy fell asleep in the back seat. For a while, I believed Eliza was sleeping beside me as I drove.

"So, we did it," Eliza said. "All families have been informed."

I held out my hand. She took it and brought it into her lap.

"This was a good day," I said.

"So much better than expected. I wish things went better with my family."

"At least your mom and sister are coming to the wedding."

"I only wish my parents had as much faith in me as your family has in you."

"I wouldn't say they have faith. I've spent many years training them to accept who I am. Some of them might say I've beaten them into submission."

Eliza laughed softly. "Good for you, sweetie. Maybe James and I can beat our families into submission, too. Until then, we'll have to lean on each other."

"You can lean on me, Elle. I'll always be there for you."

"I know. That's why I'm marrying you." She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it. I could hear a little bit of sadness in her voice, and it stabbed me right in the heart.

She lowered my hand back to her lap and held it there. We had had a good day, but she was still feeling sad about her family. I couldn't blame her.

I was sick of people judging and doubting us. Why couldn't their families just accept us and have faith in us? Why couldn't they trust that we know what we were doing?

I shook my head. I could feel tears coming on, and I needed to fight them off. I pulled my hand away from Eliza and gripped the wheel with both hands. I took several long breaths. In and out. In and out. I needed to calm down.

To hell with people who don't understand us, I thought. To hell with people who judge us. Elle, Jimmy and I have each other, and that's all we need. I let one of my hands slide across my belly. And you, of course, little bean. I'll tell your father and your other mother all about you very soon. I promise. They will love you so much.

It was too early. I wasn't even showing yet. When I reached three months, I'd break the news. My only worry was that they would treat me differently, like I was something fragile. The three of us had such an amazing physical connection, and I didn't want that to change.

At the wedding, everyone would know. I wouldn't be able to hide it. I smiled at the thought of walking down the aisle in a white dress with a big belly.

Let them see, I thought. Let them see what we're going to bring into the world. Let them see what our love can do.

#

Jimmy

I woke up when Izzy parked our rental car in the hotel garage. She and Eliza were quiet as we took the elevator to our suite. Eliza headed straight to the bathroom once we stepped inside.

Izzy grabbed my hand and dragged me to the little kitchenette, which was as far as we could get from the bathroom. From the way she was biting her lip and shaking her head, I knew she wanted to talk about something serious.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Eliza is feeling sad. Today was a good day, but I know her dad is weighing on her."

I rubbed my forehead. "There's not much we can do about that. All we can do give love her. Right?"

"Her mother's decision to come to the wedding is such a relief, but I wish there as some way for her to reconcile with her dad."

I put his hands on her shoulders. "Izzy, that's up to them. It's up to him, really. He needs to get over his shit and apologize to her."

She sighed. "I know. I just hate to see her hurting."

"You two doing okay over there?" Eliza asked.

Izzy and I jumped apart like we'd been caught cheating on her. Eliza had a dreamy look on her face as she approached us. She wore a skimpy salmon tank top and simple green cotton panties.

"We're just debriefing on our day," Izzy said. She put on a weary but happy face. "Operation Inform the Families is finally over."

Eliza joined us at by the counter of the kitchenette. "Mission accomplished," she said. She put an arm around my waist. "Now we plan the wedding."

"Oh!" Izzy's eyes bulged. "Can we go dress shopping together?"

I marveled at Izzy's ability to switch gears so fast. One moment she was fretting about Eliza's family, and the next she was on the verge of giddiness.

"Of course," Eliza said.

They hugged each other fiercely and Izzy started swaying them back and forth.

"I'm so excited to see you trying on dresses," Izzy said. "Unless you don't want us to see each other's dresses until the big day."

Eliza waved a hand dismissively. "In this situation, I think that superstition applies only to the groom. And I really want you to help me pick out the perfect dress."

"I've been bookmarking stuff online," Izzy said. "Do you want to see my ideas?"

"I'd love to," Eliza said.

Izzy took her phone out of her purse. "I'll show you."

Eliza looked sidelong at me. "Well, maybe we could do that later?"

"Why?" Izzy asked.

"It's the final leg of our family meetings," Eliza said. "We have an agreement to uphold."

Izzy nodded slowly as she understood what Eliza was saying, but I wasn't catching on. Soon they were both gazing up at me and I could tell they were waiting for me to say something.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Eliza's smirked as she moved closer and wrapped her arms around my back. "James, don't you have a story for us? After meeting with my family, Izzy told us about her internship. After meeting with your family, I told you about my roommate Kim."

"Jimmy, it's your turn," Izzy said. She was now at my side. She kissed my neck, sending a shiver up my body. "You need to tell us a dirty story."

"All my best stories involve at least one of you girls," I said. "I don't think I have anything else."

Izzy crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "Oh, come on. You weren't a virgin when we met. Hell, you weren't a virgin when Elle sucked your dick in college. You must have something for us."

I winced at Izzy bringing up the threesome. Eliza still felt a little guilty about how that wrecked our friendship, and it played into how she was approaching the legal aspects of our marriage.

We all broke away from our group hug and Izzy grimaced when she realized what she'd done. "Oh, sorry for bringing that up."

Eliza chewed her lip. At first, I thought she was upset, but she started to laugh. "Isabelle, it's okay. I'll never regret sucking James' dick. Especially now that I get to do it whenever I want."

"Who says I'll let you do it whenever you want?" I asked. "I'm not at your beck and call."

Eliza stepped back and scoffed. "Like you're going to ever turn down a blowjob from either of us."

"I'm serious. We've had an insane amount of sex since you moved in, and there are some days when I'm pretty worn out."

"Oh, poor baby!" Izzy rolled her eyes. "Maybe we should give you some time off. You can sleep in the guest room for a week and recover. Elle and I can take care of each other until you're fully functional again."

I held my hands out in a gesture of surrender. "Hey, let's not get carried away. I'm just saying there are some days where I feel a bit wiped out."

Eliza lifted an eyebrow. "Are you really complaining about us having too much sex."

"No. But seriously, I was really sore the other day. My hips were killing me."

Izzy and Eliza gave each other a look and both of them started laughing.

"What?"

"Jimmy, if I complained to you every time I woke up sore after a night of sex, you'd be afraid to touch me," Izzy said.

Eliza stopped laughing and stared at me. Her eyes were intense.

"What?" I asked again.

She bit her lower lip. "I'd like to wake up very sore and tired tomorrow," she said. Without another word, she turned away and strutted into the bedroom, giving us a fantastic view of her ass in those panties.

Izzy sighed. "She looks good in pretty much anything she wears."

I gave her a side hug. "Don't sell yourself short."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom.

#

I lay on my side in the hotel bed and watched my girls enjoy some time together. Izzy was on her back and most of her clothes were gone, save for her black lacy panties. Eliza lay on top of her in only her underwear. Their breasts were pressed together as they lazily kissed. The room was wonderfully silent with only the soft rumble of the air conditioner competing with the sounds of their smooching.

I stroked Eliza's taut back. Without breaking their kiss, she arched her back under my touch.

"The two of you really enjoy kissing each other," I said.

Izzy pulled away from Elia and grinned at me with lips that were puffy from all the kissing. Eliza kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck. Izzy tilted her head to give her more access.

"Elle is a very good kisser," Izzy said.

"I know," I said. Something occurred to me, and it made me laugh.

"What?" Izzy found herself laughing along with me. "What's so funny."

I shrugged. "I was just thinking about how Eliza and I didn't have our first kiss until six years after she gave me a blowjob. Seems like an extremely backward progression."

Eliza lifted her lips from Izzy's neck to look at me with lidded eyes. She was blushing a little "I hope I was worth the wait."

"Totally."

Eliza crawled off Izzy and snuggled up to me. "Let's make up for lost time"

She stared into my eyes as she closed in for a kiss. My whole body shivered as her lips found mine. Her skin was hot against me as her nipples rubbed over my chest. Soon, she straddled my leg and rubbed her pussy up my thigh without breaking our kiss.

"Aren't we going to make Jimmy tell us a story?" Izzy asked.

Eliza sat up straight and smirked own at me. "That's right. He owes us a story."

"Oh, come on. I told you that I don't have a good one," I said.

"It's your turn," Eliza said. "And we know you must have something. It doesn't have to be crazy. Just something sexy. Don't let us down, James."

"If you give us a good story, we'll give you a nice reward," Izzy said. She rested a hand on Eliza's cute little ass.

"What kind of reward," I asked.

The girls looked at each other. Izzy shrugged. "Anything you want. Right, Elle?"

Eliza gave me another quick kiss. "Yes. We will do anything you want. All night."

I closed my eyes and reviewed my entire sexual history. All the women I'd hooked up with, from stolen kisses and gropes to going all the way. Then it struck me. The perfect story. It didn't involve sex. Hell, I barely even touched the girl. But it was a sexy story.

"Okay. I have something."

"Oh goody!" Izzy sat up and clapped her hands.

Eliza climbed off me and sat next to Izzy. They exchanged smiles and then fixed their eyes on me.

"About a year after college, I had this roommate. His name was Tom. And he had a very sexy girlfriend."

"Sounds promising," Eliza said.

"Go on, Jimmy," Eliza said. "Tell us."

#

After graduating from college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment in Boston with Tom, who was a friend of a friend. Before becoming roommates, we had hung a few times. He was a nice guy, but a bit of an alpha frat bro. I knew we'd never be best friends, but we got along.

He wasn't a dick or anything. He simply had obnoxious energy that came out especially when he was drunk. He could be messy and domineering when he drank... the type of guy who would go around a party and ask everyone why they weren't having more fun. "Maybe you'll have fun if you drink more." That was his thing. When we lived together, he hadn't shaken the binge-drinking habit he picked up in college.

Our apartment was a third-floor walkup with an entryway that led right into the living room. The kitchen was to the left, and the a hallway entrance to the right took you to the bedrooms and the bathroom.

About a month after I moved into the apartment, Tom started dating Jocelyn. "Call me Joss," she said when I first met her.

Joss was the type of girl Tom had been searching for every time he went to frat parties in college. She was blonde with blue eyes, high cheekbones, and pouty lips. She dressed tastefully, never showing a lot of skin. But her wardrobe did not hide the shape of her body. She had a very nice ass, round hips, and large and beautifully shaped breasts. The word that came to my mind when I admired her boobs was "heavy." Heavy and gravity-defying.

Joss liked to party, and she was able to keep up with Tom in more ways to one. She didn't mind his drinking, and she loved sex.

I knew she loved sex because after a month of dating, they started having a lot of it in his bedroom, and she was very vocal. She wasn't shy, even when I was home in the middle of the day. She'd be calling his name and begging him to fuck her harder.

It wasn't a constant thing, the loud sex. They'd fuck once, and he'd be done for quite a while. She would coax a second round with him occasionally. But overall, his one-and-done libido kept things from getting out of hand.

Joss was a flirt, too. She was free with her hands, sliding one across my back as she walked past me in the kitchen, tickling my arm to get my attention during parties, or squeezing my knee during a conversation to emphasize her point. She had a way of smiling that left me wondering if she was being friendly or silently inviting me to bed.

I took it all as harmless flirting, and I enjoyed it because I was single. I wouldn't say they were in love, but they were having a good time.

They were certainly having a good time on a Friday when I came home from a night out and found them fucking in our living room. Tom was sitting on our couch with his shirt on and his pants around his ankles. Joss was completely naked and straddling him. She was humping up and down in his lap while Tom groped her tits.

Her breasts were amazing. When he let go of them, I saw that they rode high on her chest. I'd always assumed they were a C-cup, but now I started thinking they were bigger. Really, everything about her body was amazing, from her breasts to her stomach to the curve of her ass and how it met her legs.

I was mesmerized as she bounced on his lap.

"Oh god, your cock feels so good." Joss whined.

"You are so tight," Tom said.

"Do you like fucking my tight little pussy?"

"Hell yes!" He latched onto one of her nipples and started sucking. She cupped a hand on the back of her head to keep him there while she bounced in his lap.

At first I was too shocked to do or say anything. When I came to my senses, I cleared my throat. "Uh, guys?"

Tom's face snapped in my direction and his eyes bugged out. Joss kept riding him for a few seconds until Jim placed his hands on her waist to still her. She came to her senses, saw me, and squealed. She rolled off Tom and grabbed a blanket to cover up.

"Shit, Jim. I'm sorry," Tom said. He pulled his pants up and struggled with the zipper.

His slurred speech told me he was a little drunk. He stood up and gathered Joss's clothes, which were scattered on the floor and across the furniture. A skimpy pair of pink panties were hanging on a lampshade on a side table.

"I'll just head to my room and let you guys put yourself together," I said.

Still covered up by the blanket, Joss was grimacing. "I'm sorry, Jimmy."

"It's okay, Joss." I waved my hand to let her know it wasn't a big deal. If anything, I felt a guilty for waiting a few seconds to announce my arrival.

I closed my door and lay on my bad with a sigh.

"Fuck," I whispered.

Joss's perfect body was burned into my brain. Those tits bouncing and trying to break free of Tom's hands. Her tight little ass humping on his dick. I wouldn't forget that sight for a very long time.

I needed a girlfriend. That's what I told myself as I fell into bed and jerked off to the fresh memory of her body. I didn't last long. When I finished, I cracked open my door and listened. The apartment was silent and dark, except for the light glowing along the bottom of Tom's bedroom door. As I stood there, I heard them talking. Tom laughed.

I went to the kitchen for a beer and settled on the couch. I watched the end of a basketball game. There was no sign of Tom or Joss, and I couldn't blame them. They must have been mortified. When the game ended, I returned to my room crashed.

The next morning I rolled out of bed with a slight hangover. I staggered out of my room and headed for the kitchen. Coffee and eggs were all I could think about. When I entered the kitchen, I found Joss at the stove. She was wearing one of Tom's tee-shirts, which extended just below her ass. I couldn't see what else she was wearing under that shirt.

In that moment I remembered her pink panties draped over the living room lamp and her naked body bouncing on Tom's lap.

"Uh, hi," I said.

She turned her head while she continued to stir something in a pan. I smelled scrambled eggs. "Hi, Jimmy." Her smile was shy.

The coffee maker's glass carafe was half full. "Mind if I have some of that coffee?" I asked.

"It's your coffee maker," she said. "Want some eggs and toast?"

"Sure, that would great."

As I poured myself some coffee, Joss stepped in the opposite direction to open a high cabinet. She reached for the top shelf. As she stretched for it, her shirt rode up, exposing her ass and the very skimpy pink panties from last night.

She looked sidelong at me. "Isn't this where you keep the bread?"

"Uh, no. We keep it in the breadbox. Over there."

"Oh, that makes sense." She walked to the other end of the kitchen and retrieved a loaf from the breadbox on the counter.

Had she deliberately looked in the wrong place for bread, just so she could show off her ass?

I leaned against the counter and sipped my coffee. The toaster was right beside the coffee maker, so she walked toward me with four slices of bread. Her eyes touched mine only briefly before she focused on the toaster. Her arm brushed my side as she dropped the bread into toaster.

She went back to stove and stirred the eggs.

"Where's Tom?" I asked.

"He went to the gym."

"Oh, okay."

Joss didn't usually hang around the apartment if Tom wasn't here. Even more unusual, I'd never seen her cook.

I found myself staring at her long longs. She had muscular calves and thighs. Tom once told me she was on the track team in college.

When I lifted my eyes from her legs, I found her looking at me. She smirked and turned off the burners. She walked my way again to open the cabinet to my right, where we kept the plates. Again she stretched, but I didn't have the right angle to see her ass this time. She did brush her left breast against my arm. She seemed to take her time to retrieve each plate, which meant her breast lingered against me.

I decided to get some space. I went to the silverware drawer and grabbed forks and knives. She plated the food and we sat across from each other at our battered kitchen table.

I buttered my toast and passed the butter to her.

"Sorry about last night," she said.

"It's all right," I said.

"I wanted to apologize before I left. I decided to cook breakfast while I waited for you to wake up." She raised her eyes to me as she finished buttering her toast.

"I had a bit to drink last night," I said. "I needed to sleep it off."

She shrugged. "Me, too. Obviously. If I was sober, I would have moved things to the bedroom." She winked at me. "My bad."

"Like I said, it's okay."

"So, I didn't scar you for life?"

I laughed and shook my head. "I'm okay."

We ate in silence for a couple minutes.

"I can't believe you saw me naked," Joss said.

"I didn't mean to."

She laughed. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the view."

I swallowed the last of my coffee. "It was a nice view, Joss." If she was in a teasing mood, I wasn't going to back down. I think she was trying to fluster me, but I wasn't going for it. "But let's not make a habit of it."

She twisted her lips to one side of her mouth and shook her head. "Well, I'm going to clean up here and take a shower. Then I'll be out of your hair."

"I'll do the dishes, since you did all the cooking."

She smiled warmly and nodded. As she stood up I caught a glimpse of her panties. I looked away quickly and made sure not to watch her leave the kitchen. She was definitely teasing me, but I wasn't going to take the bait. I did not want to get between her and Tom.

I finished the dishes quickly and went back to my room to grab a book. The shower was running as I walked past the bathroom. I returned to the living room, where I sat in our big chair, put my feet up on the ottoman, and started to read.

I heard Joss finish her shower and go into Tom's room. Her phone rang, and she started a conversation with someone. After a couple minutes, she opened Tom's door and came into the living room. My breath caught when I saw her. Her wet hair was tied back in a ponytail and a she had a white towel wrapped around her body. It barely contained her, like one sudden movement would tug the whole thing loose.

"Yeah, he's right here," Joss said. She walked over and handed me her phone. I raised an eyebrow at her but she only shrugged.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, Jim. My car won't start. I'm waiting for the tow truck. Joss wants a ride home. Can you take her?"

I still had my old beater from college, a fifteen-year-old Toyota that was barely hanging on.

Joss backed away and sat on the arm of the couch across the room from me. She sat in profile to me, which robbed me of the view up the towel when she parted her legs. But she twisted her upper body my way to look at me, and that movement caused the tops of her tits to peak out over the towel.

"Uh, sure."

"Thanks. I'll probably be home in a couple hours."

He ended the call. I held the phone out to Joss, who just shrugged before she shifted from the armrest to the middle of the couch. She sat down carefully, keeping her legs together.

I guess she doesn't need her phone right now. I put it on the table next to my chair.

"So, I'm giving you a ride home," I said.

"Thanks, I owe you one." She adjusted the top of her towel, tightening the little cinch between her boobs that kept the whole thing together. I enjoyed seeing how the effort made the exposed part of her tits jiggle slightly.

"After a ride in my shitty car, you might not feel that way." I chuckled. Joss's presence in the room in just her towel was making me uneasy. I wasn't sure what she was playing at.

"I guess a ride is the least you could do after the free show I gave you." She smirked. There was an evil glint in her eyes.

"Hey, that was an accident, and it was entirely your fault."

"Yeah, but you don't regret it one bit, do you?" She placed her hands on her thighs.

"Not at all."

Her eyes widened a little, and a satisfied smile brightened her face.

Those words had just slipped out. I didn't mean to say them. I was trying to be the good roommate and not let her know that I had loved what I saw. I realized in that moment that it was foolish of me to pretend to be nonplussed by the situation. She knew that her body was a fucking work of art.

"Not at all, huh?" she said.

Her thighs parted slightly, almost too subtle for me to notice if I hadn't been riveted by her every move since she walked into the room in that towel. Her parted legs were a tease. Everything under the towel remained in shadow, but the display was enticing. If I were closer and the light in the room were brighter, I'd be able to see plenty.

There was no point dancing around things. "Joss, your body is amazing."

She nodded slowly, absorbing my admission. Her hands moved to her knees and she spread her legs wider, revealing the slit of her pussy, which was covered by a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair.

"Um," I said stupidly.

Her smile deepened. "See something?"

"Joss, what are you doing?"

"Can I confess something to you?"

I nodded.

"I can't stop thinking about it. You seeing me naked. With Tom's cock in me."

"I'll admit the image is burned into my brain."

She lifted a hand off her knee and brought it to the top of her chest. "Every time I remember you seeing me, I get so fucking wet."

"Joss. Maybe you should get dressed."

Her hand moved to the cinch in the towel. "Maybe later," she said. She pulled the cinch apart and the towel fell to her waist, leaving her completely naked. Her eyes went wide, like she had surprised herself. Then she cupped both tits in her hands.

My mouth hung open as I watched her massage her boobs. Her chest heaved with a deep breath as she stared at me.

I was wearing loose pajama pants, and my dick now tented them rather obviously. Her eyes glanced down and took in the bulge. She licked her lips.

"No matter what happens, you aren't allowed to leave your chair. Okay?" she said.

I nodded.

She leaned back and lifted her feet up onto the couch cushions, spreading her legs so that her pussy lips opened. She parted them further with her fingers and dipped one inside herself.

"Oh yeah." She closed her eyes briefly but opened them again to look at me. She stuck the forefinger and thumb of her other hand in her mouth and sucked on them, all while maintaining eye contact with me. She took her nipple between those wet digits and pinched, letting out a sexy little whine.

I stroked my cock over my pants, unsure whether I was allowed to take it out. I wanted to, but I also didn't want to spook her.

"Did you jerk off to me last night?" She pushed a second finger inside her pussy and started fucking herself as she massaged her nipple.

"Yes," I said.

"Take it out."

I lifted my hips off the chair and slid my pants down my legs. I licked my hand and started to stroke myself.

She lifted one eyebrow. "Nice dick."

I shrugged.

"I'm not going to cheat on Tom," she said.

I thought that what she was doing right now was already cheating in a way, but I didn't want to contradict her.

"But you can watch as much as you want," she said. "I want you to."

As she finger-fucked herself, she moved her other hand between her legs and encircled the fingers moving in and out of her pussy so that they rubbed against each other. Once she had those fingers nice and wet, she started massaging her clit in little circles.

"Oh god, I'm going to come for you on your couch, Jimmy."

"I didn't get to see that last night."

"You want to see how I come?"

"Fuck yes." I licked my hand again and jerked harder on my cock.

"I bet you'd love to fuck me," she said.

I didn't answer her.

We watched each other in silence for a while. I licked my hand again. I wished I had some lotion. There was a bottle in my bedroom, but I wasn't going to leave this chair. She had told me I couldn't.

She noticed my frustration. She sprang off the couch. My heart stopped as she strutted across the room. Her hips moving so sexily they almost drew my attention away from those world-class tits that jiggled and shimmied as she approached.

She knelt before me. "Move your hand."

I lifted hand away from my cock. She leaned forward. For a brief moment, I thought she was about to give me head. Instead, she opened her mouth and dribbled spit over my dick. It landed on the shaft, hot and wet. I groaned.

"I'll keep your cock nice and wet for you."

She sat down on the floor at my feet and spread her legs, using one hand to brace herself as she leaned back and gave me a very close and personal view of her pussy.

"You are so fucking sexy," I said.

"What would you do if I said you were allowed to get off your chair?" She slowly moved her hand between her legs and squeezed her clit between two fingers. "Oh, fuck." She lifted her hips off the ground and slid those fingers inside herself.

"I'd kiss you."

"A kiss?" she asked. "That seems tame."

"I'd get my hands on those tits."

She arched her back and her tits flattened a little against her chest. "You like these?" She looked down at them.

"The best I've ever seen."

"So, you just want some tit play? You wouldn't want to fuck me?"

I raised my hand to my mouth to get it wet again. She grabbed my arm, which sent a bolt of lightning through my body. This was our first physical contact since the kitchen. We both paused. She leaned forward and spat on my dick again.

She kept her face suspended just six inches above it and looked up at me with a smile. "I give amazing head."

She let go of my arm and leaned back again, her fingers working furiously in and out of her pussy. I could hear how wet she was, the slippery sound of her fingers sawing in and out of that hole was so loud. We never broke eye contact as I jerked my cock faster. I could smell her pussy now, and it only made me harder.

"I would feel so tight on your cock," she said.

"I'd love to fuck you."

"I would come so hard on your dick," she said.

"You are absolutely wild."

"I'm so close." Her voice was raspy, like she was desperate for a drink of water.

"Me, too."

"Oh, god!" She lifted her hips off the floor and humped herself on her fingers. "Fuck, Jimmy. I'm coming so hard. Oh fuck!"

Her pussy flooded over her fingers, filling the room with a nasty sloshing sound. Juice soaked her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor. The drops of her come glistened on the hardwood.

"Fuck!" I came, jets of the stuff shooting in the air and landing on my shirt and on my naked groin. Some of it just dripped down my shaft as I kept stroking myself, lubricating my fingers. I shivered as I kept jerking it for a while.

Joss was gasping for breath, but she was able to break out in a satisfied giggle.

"That hit the spot," she said. She stood up and walked over to the couch.

I admired her ass as her hips swayed. She was taking her time with her little strut, and she looked over her shoulder at me as she bent at the waist. Her puckered asshole peeked at me as she picked up her towel. She spun around and flung the towel over her shoulder. Her tits continued to mesmerize me.

"You're not allowed to leave your chair until I'm back in Tom's room," she said.

"Okay," I said.

She walked up to me again, bent forward so that her boobs were just inches from my face. She kept her eyes locked on mine, but my eyes were on those tits and her pebbled nipples. I desperately wanted to suck on them.

I was so enraptured, I didn't notice her hand. She lowered it to my groin and dipped it in my pooled come. I flinched.

"Keep your hands to yourself," she whispered.

I nodded, and she raised her hand from my groin. She stuck two come-covered fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.

"Mm," she moaned and closed her eyes.

"Joss," I whispered.

Saying her name felt like complete surrender. I was totally under her spell. I'd do whatever she asked in that moment. But she didn't ask for anything. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and licked her top lip. "You taste good, Jimmy."

Then she moved closer and her left breast brushed against my cheek. She shifted her stance, which made the nipple slide across my face and bump my nose. She lowered her body slightly until the nipple brushed against my lips.

"It's okay," she whispered.

I parted my lips and her nipple pushed between them. I flicked my tongue over the hard nub and she shivered.

"Yeah," she said. She pushed forward and her breast pressed against my mouth. I gave in and sucked on her tit while my tongue flicked over the nipple. "You would do anything I told you to right now, wouldn't you?"

"Mm-hm." I embraced my submission.

"Would you eat my pussy?"

"Mm-hm."

"Would you let me suck your dick"

"Mm."

She let me suck on her for a few seconds before she pulled away. Her nipple left my mouth with a pop.

She sighed and stood up. She stared at me as she wiped my spit off her tit. "Just a little taste, for each of us. Nothing more."

I nodded.

She marched out of the room. "That was fun," she called from the hallway. "I'll be ready for you to drive me home in ten minutes." The door slammed.

With that, the spell was broken. I got up and hurried into the bathroom to take a shower.

#

Izzy and Eliza were lying on either side of me as I finished my story. Eliza was slowly stroking my cock.

Izzy squeezed her thighs together. "Wow. Wow!" she said. "That was so hot."

As she continued to stroke me, Eliza balanced her head on the palm of her other hand. "Joss sounds a little like Isabelle."

"I wouldn't cheat like that," Izzy said.

"No, but you're just as sexy as that girl," Elizas said.

Izzy shrugged. "Okay. Maybe." She smiled. "Did you fuck her?"

"Never," I said. "We never did anything like that ever again. I caught them fucking on the couch a couple more times. I'm sure that was her doing. She eventually dumped Tom and I never saw her after that."

Izzy rolled onto her side and joined Eliza to give me a double handjob. Their fingers slid over each other as they stroked me in tandem. I looked back and forth between them.

Izzy bit her lower lip. "It was a good story, right Elle?"

"Very good. I'm really horny." Eliza kissed my neck and shifted her hand to my balls to squeeze and caress them.

"So, he gets a reward?" Izzy asked.

"Whatever he wants," Eliza said. She licked my ear.

"Tell us what you want," Izzy said.

"We are yours to command for the rest of the night," Eliza said. Her smile filled me with a nice warm feeling. She and Izzy both wanted to play.

Izzy lifted herself up onto her elbow and looked down at me. Her lips parted as she kept stroking me slowly.

They each still wore underwear, so my first order was for them to take them off.

They both lay on their backs, lifted their hips, and slid the little garments off. They remained on their backs and kept their hands to themselves, waiting for what came next.

"Show me what you would do with each other if I weren't here," I said. "Show me how you love each other."

Izzy tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes. Eliza remained very still. They turned to each other and shared a quiet moment before looking at me again.

"What do you mean?" Izzy asked.

"If you were to have a quiet, romantic night without me, how would it end?"

"Romantic?" Eliza asked.

I nodded.

"You might be bored," Izzy said.

"I doubt that," I said.

Izzy took Eliza's hand and smiled at her. "My pretty girl."

Eliza rolled her eyes. "Oh stop."

"Prettiest girl I've ever been with." Izzy sighed.

Eliza laughed. Her eyes brightened as they rolled onto their sides to face each other. Izzy stroked Eliza's cheek. Eliza closed her eyes and tilted her head into Izzy's touch.

Izzy scooted closer and kissed Eliza gently on the lips. They exchanged soft, mostly closed-mouth kisses for a while until Eliza's hand wandered to Izzy's hip and stroked it up and down. For some reason, that got Izzy going. She opened her mouth to Eliza's kisses and whimpered.

Izzy ran her fingers through Eliza's scalp and cupped the back of her head to pull her into a deeper kiss. Both of them moaned.

I tried to be as still and quiet as possible. I wanted them to forget I was there. They moved so slowly and gently with each other. Neither was in a hurry. This was very educational.

Eliza stroked Izzy's back, making the redhead shiver. Their kisses became more urgent.

Izzy now had two handfuls of Eliza's hair, holding her in place so that she could kiss and lick her lips and explore her mouth without interruption.

Izzy lifted herself up onto on an elbow and stroked Eliza's hair. "You are perfect."

Eliza's breath caught. "Isabelle," she whispered. She looked away.

"It's true," Izzy said.

"I can't believe how much I love you," Eliza said. She gently pushed Izzy onto her back and crawled on top of her. She covered Izzy's neck and chest with kisses, and Izzy shuddered. She dropped her head back and let Eliza explore her body with her lips.

Eliza kissed all over Izzy's left breast until she finally settled on the nipple and sucked it.

"Oh yes!" Izzy gasped.

Eliza ran her fingertips down Izzy's belly, and Izzy bucked under the light touch. When Eliza reached Izzy's pussy and spread her open with her fingers, Izzy gasped.

"I'm so ready for you," Izzy said.

Eliza pushed a finger inside her and Izzy spread her legs wide. Eliza let Izzy's nipple pop out of her mouth. She wanted more kisses. As they made out, Izzy moved a hand down Eliza's belly. I couldn't see where she was going, but I could tell by Eliza's sudden gasp that Izzy had started fingering her. They kissed and writhed, with Izzy pinned under her future wife. The room was filled with the sounds of their kissing, moaning, and their wet, slick fingering of each other. They went on like this for a while.

"Isabelle," Eliza said. "Don't stop."

Izzy was whimpering as she humped against Eliza's hand.

"Oh fuck. Come with me!" Eliza growled.

Izzy squealed. Her body shook. "Yes!"

"Oh. Oh! Isabelle!" The sound of Izzy's fingers pumping into Eliza suddenly got wetter as Eliza creamed all over them.

Izzy brought her fingers to her own mouth and licked them clean.

Eliza rolled over onto her back and sighed. Izzy scooted close and rested her head on Eliza's chest.

I crawled to them and grabbed Izzy's hip. She gasped and shot me a look that told me she had forgotten I was there. Then she smiled dreamily at me.

I rolled her onto her back. She immediately spread her legs. Her outer labia were swollen, flushed, and open, revealing her inner petals. Her pussy glistened in the dim light.

Eliza turned Izzy's face to her. They started kissing again as I pushed my cock into Izzy.

"Mmph!" Izzy moaned into Eliza's mouth.

Eliza cupped one of Izzy's breasts and moved down to lick and suck it.

Izzy looked at me and touched my cheek as I slowly pushed in and out of her. "Make love to me," she said.

I lowered my weight gently onto her. Eliza rolled away to give us space.

Izzy lifted her legs and pressed her heels into my back, pulling me deep.

"I thought we would have a horny fuck after that story," she said. "But this so nice."

"I decided to change it up," I said.

She pressed her forehead against mine. "I love you so much," she said.

"Thank you for showing me how you are really are with Eliza."

"You've seen it before," Eliza said beside us.

"I've seen flashes of it," I said. "You are beautiful together."

"Oh shit!" Izzy's pussy rippled over my cock as she came. The look on her face was pure shock. Her orgasm had caught her off guard. "That was so good." She hugged me, all four of her limbs now squeezing the air out of my lungs. Her eyes bulged. "Jimmy! Oh god!" She came again and I felt her gushing. Her cream soaked my dick and my hips.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared into my eyes. She raked her fingers through my hair, and her head rocked to the side.

"Wow," Eliza said. "I've never seen her come like that."

I hadn't seen Izzy react like this either. I stopped moving to let her recover, but Izzy seemed to be having one orgasm after another. Finally, she opened her eyes and let out a long breath. "Take care of Elle."

"No," Eliza said. "We're not done with you."

Eliza tapped my hip. I pulled out of Izzy and rolled away. Eliza immediately went down on her.

"Oh, baby." Izzy grabbed Eliza's head to hold her in place. "Fuck yes."

Eliza lapped at Izzy's clit and her hands went to Izzy's tits. Izzy squealed.

"Are we doing a good job rewarding you for your story, baby?" Izzy asked. She was shiny with sweat and her face and chest were bright red "Are you getting everything you want?"

"I forgot this was a reward," I said.

"It is," Izzy said. "We told you that we would do anything you want tonight."

"Anything?"

"Mm-hm" Eliza said, her voice muffled by Izzy's pussy.

"Okay,," I said. "Eliza, eat Izzy's ass."

Izzy's eyes widened. Ass play wasn't her thing, and I would never demand anal sex from her, even on a night that she had promised to do anything I asked. But I wanted to push her boundaries a little.

"We did promise you whatever you want," Izzy said.

Eliza moved her tongue to Izzy's asshole. The look on Izzy's face was priceless.

"Oh, baby, her tongue is all over my ass." Izzy writhed as Eliza ate her ass. I'd never seen Eliza do this before. She devoured Izzy's asshole, licking and sucking it and jamming her tongue against the little rosebud.

When Eliza pushed a finger into Izzy's pussy, Izzy screamed.

Eliza moved her other hand lower and pushed her pinky against Izzy's rosebud.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" Izzy lifted her hips off the bed. She looked at me with desperate eyes. "She's fingering my ass, Jimmy. Come here!"

I moved closer and she grabbed my cock. She pulled me even closer.

"Put it in my mouth," she said. "Put your fucking cock in my mouth right now!"

I obeyed. She enveloped me with the warm wetness of her sexy mouth, but the angle wasn't great. She tried to move her head on my cock, but soon gave up. "Just use my mouth, baby."

I pushed in and out of her face, but it was nothing like last night at the club. I went slow and easy, letting myself enjoy the silkiness of her mouth and her puffy lips.

Eliza was still fingering Izzy's ass with the tip of her pinky. She wasn't going very deep. Her tongue was all over Izzy's pussy, and Izzy was squirming with pleasure.

I pulled out of her mouth.

"Do you like her finger your ass?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Did you like it when she ate your ass?"

She nodded again. "Yes baby." She gazed up at me with her big green eyes full of love. "Do you... do you want to fuck my ass tonight?" Her eyes told me she was willing. "I'll do it. You can have my ass. Take it."

If she had actually told me that she wanted me to fuck her ass, I may have considered it. But I wasn't hearing that. I heard her offering me something for me to take if I wanted it. No. She had to want it. Otherwise, I wasn't interested.

"Elle, let me take over."

Eliza moved to the side. She looked a little uncertain. She probably didn't think Izzy was truly ready for anal sex either.

I moved between Izzy's legs and pushed my cock into her pussy. Izzy hugged me to her as we started to fuck.

"I told you that you can have my ass, baby," she said.

"I'd rather stay right where I am. I love being inside you like this."

"You feel so good!" Izzy said. "You feel perfect when you are inside me. Do it. Fuck me."

As we fucked, Eliza alternated from kissing me to kissing Izzy.

"I'm getting close," I said.

Izzy narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Come in me, baby. And make Elle eat your creampie."

"Hey!" Eliza said. "Let him come up with his own ideas."

I clenched my jaw as I felt my orgasm approaching. "I'm coming"

"Let go. I want to feel it," Izzy said.

"Oh shit!" My ass clenched as I came. I thrust in and out a few times and then leaned into her, resting my pelvis against hers as my cock pumped my release deep inside her.

She bit my lip. "Pull out."

"Hold on," I said. I kept my dick buried in her as I kissed her again and again. Finally, I pulled out and rolled onto my side.

Eliza lay to Izzy's other side where watched me and waited for me to say something.

"Clean her up, Elle."

"Yes, Daddy." Eliza kept her eyes on me as she pushed her tongue into Izzy's well-fucked cunt.

"Izzy!" I said.

"What?" Izzy giggled, but it turned into a moan as Eliza spread her pussy wide and jammed her tongue deeper.

"This Daddy shit. I know for a fact you told Elle to call me that."

Izzy laughed. "Oh, Daddy. Elle is licking all your come out of my slutty pussy. Are we good sluts for you." Her whine was over the top, but I loved it.

"Izzy," I said.

"Please, Daddy, don't be mad," Izzy said. "We're just trying to be dirty sluts for you."

"Yes, Daddy," Eliza said. She licked her lips. "I'm doing a very good job eating all you white hot come out of her pussy. Aren't I?"

I grabbed Eliza's hair and pulled her into a kiss. I tasted myself and Izzy on her lips and tongue. She gasped as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

"Mm, I love when you grab my hair like that," Eliza murmured. "Fuck."

"I think Elle is done cleaning me, baby," Izzy said. She sat up. "But she needs to come."

"May I come, Daddy?" Eliza asked.

"Only if you stop calling me that," I said.

The girls looked at each other. "I don't like the Daddy thing, anyway," Eliza said. "I was only humoring Isabelle." She took my dick in her mouth and slurped on the head of my softening cock. "Mm." She groaned and shivered. "I can taste her all over your dick."

"I want some," Izzy said. "Please."

"No," I said. "Take care of Elle. I'm not quite ready for her."

Izzy smiled. "Yes, Jimmy."

She moved to Eliza's ass and lowered her head. When her tongue made contact with our girl's pussy, Eliza moaned on my dick. I hardened slowly. I reached down and cupped one of her tiny breasts. She whimpered as I rolled her fat nipple.

Eliza popped off my dick and looked up at me. "Are you having fun?" She jerked my dick in her hand. It was almost ready. "Because I certainly am."

"The time of my life," I said. "Like always."

Something that Izzy did made her eyes flutter. She went back to sucking me off. I was ready to fuck her now, but I let her suck me for a while. After Izzy made her come, I pulled out of her mouth and lay on my back. "Let's start with you on top."

Eliza wiped drool from her chin. "My favorite position with you."

It was a fantastic ride.