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Good girls share a pizza; bad girls share a cock

Last Saturday night I was having a girly night in with a couple of my friends for a change. We’re normally out and about at the pubs and clubs in Liverpool but we'd been out shopping… and had stopped for a couple of cheeky cocktails. Instead of hitting the town, we hailed a cab home, scattered the bags over the sofas in the front room and ordered a couple of dirty 12-inch pizzas from the local take-away.

The pizzas took an absolute age to arrive and all three of us were nearing the bottom of a second gin and tonic by the time we heard a two stroke engine putter up onto the drive. “God, will you just look at him,” Charlotte gasped, as she peered through the net curtains.

“That is one gorgeous hunk of man and no mistake,” Sarah added.

“Will you two behave?” I scalded, but I had to smile as I opened the door to Lynton. Lynton was the reason I ordered more pizza than was strictly healthy for a woman. Despite my best efforts, all I knew about Lynton was that he was Australian and he was studying something to do with engineering at university.

I didn’t know what he’d done down under, but the thought of him being a stockman on one of the large cattle stations got me all achy down under. I often thought about him in a cowboy outfit, lassoing strays, or whatever men on horses did at cattle stations. All I knew was that I wouldn't be trying to escape if Lynton was in town… and it definitely wasn’t a horse he was riding in my fantasies.

“Just a sec, Lynton,” I said, feeling the heat rise in my body as my mouth sounded his name, “I’ll grab my purse.” I never took my purse to the door as I wanted him to have a chance to see my bum and legs as I went to retrieve it. Perhaps I was making a fool of myself but something told me that I should persevere with Lynton.

'Something' being Charlotte and Sarah.

I was still fumbling through my notes, wondering how big a tip I could get away with, when I saw Lynton’s face change. His jaw dropped and he subtly shifted to his left to get a better view of something behind me.

Turning to follow his starry gaze, I was stunned to see Charlotte casually strolling up the hallway wearing only a matching set of pretty pink knickers and bra. My face took on exactly the same expression as Lynton’s as Charlotte did a very good impression of an inebriated catwalk model as she walked up the hallway or perhaps more accurately, as if she were a gymnast performing a bar routine in the dark.

Having arrived at her destination, she pressed herself in behind me and slipped her arms around my waist. Our eyes met briefly and I could see the mischief in hers before she pressed her nose against my neck and took a deep breath.

“Something smells good,” she said, just loud enough for Lynton to hear. Charlotte teased her fingers through my hair and made it drunkenly obvious that she was talking about me, rather than the contents of the pizza boxes threatening to fall from Lynton’s loose hands.

I shivered with panicked horror as her lips nuzzled against the nape of my neck and her fingers went down into the waistband of my skirt. “Who’s your friend?” she whispered into my ear, again loudly enough for Lynton to hear. “Is he coming in?” Charlotte's fingers reached the boundary of my underwear… but kept on going down until she was touching me… and then fingering me. Lynton looked at where Charlotte's knuckles were moving, and then looked me in the eye. He knew exactly what was being done to me. “I know you prefer men, and I don’t mind… sharing you.”

The last two words were a breathy impression of Marilyn Monroe’s 'Mr President'. I was too shocked to know what to say. “Charlotte…” I began.

Please say you’ll come and join us,” Charlotte interrupted, addressing Lynton directly. “I’m Charlotte by the way,” and she moved out from behind me to offer the hand which had been exploring my nether regions. To my shame, I saw that the fingers were shiny.

Lynton clearly saw my sex juices… and my heart skipped and my pussy clenched as he licked his dry lips while trying to work out how best to shake Charlotte’s hand with two pizza boxes in his hands.

“Lynton,” he croaked, and I saw his eyes focus past where her fingers were transferring my sex juices onto his fingers to rove up and down her exposed body. “I really haven’t got time to...” Lynton started, by which time Charlotte had pulled him into the hall and shut the door behind him.

“Nonsense...” Charlotte was clearly about to say something else but was interrupted by a voice from behind.

“I didn’t know you’d ordered the eight-inch meat feast.” Sarah sniggered drunkenly at her own joke, then sauntered/staggered into the hallway. Lynton’s eyes went wider than was perhaps medically safe and even Charlotte looked surprised.

I twisted round and was dumbfounded.

Sarah was naked.

Well, naked apart from her new Jimmy Choos.

“Looks yummy,” Sarah said, arriving on the scene. “Want to share?” As Lynton handed the pizza boxes to me, I saw that Charlotte had undone Lynton’s jeans and extracted his cock. It was hard and I felt a cold surge of disappointed rage as I watched Charlotte’s hand stroking the cock I'd worked so hard to have.

Why didn’t he stop her?

I'd been chasing Lynton for months. I'd got squidgy bits around my middle because of my chase for that man!

Sarah dropped to her knees and Charlotte angled Lynton’s lunchbox round and guided it into Sarah’s slutty mouth.

Bitch!

I wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of Sarah's hair and bang her forehead against the front door.

Repeatedly.

My anger rose as Sarah’s mouth closed around Lynton’s cock. I wanted to say something, anything to make them stop, but the power of speech was lost as I watched Lynton stuff his fingers into Charlotte's skimpy knickers. There didn’t seem to be anything I could do beside watch as two of my friends took advantage of my pizza delivery man.

My mind was awash with disgust, rage and frustration at the scene in front of me: how dare they! How fucking dare they steal Lynton away from me like that?

Although I was still rooted to the spot, my body started tingling. I was either going to put my kick boxing classes to good use, or…

Lynton’s cock came on view again.

It was really hard.

When Sarah handed the spit-shiny cock back to Charlotte, she looked up at me and said, “I’m still hungry.” She reached up under my skirt and pulled my knickers down my legs. One second they were nestled against my pussy, the next they were round my ankles, tripping me as I tried to escape.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I protested, balling my hand into a fist, but it was too late as Sarah took advantage of my spread legs to take a mouthful of my pussy. It wasn't playful and made me shriek, which made Lynton look.

I froze.

Sarah didn't.

She held up my skirt and showed Lynton my freshly-licked pussy. I saw him looking down and had an urge to hide my privates behind a pizza box or anything…

Until he smiled.

It was the first time he’d smiled during the whole crazy sexiness instigated by Charlotte and Sarah.

My God, he had a sexy smile.

If looking at my pussy made him smile like that, I was going to let him look at my pussy.

A lot.

Perhaps he liked that my pussy had been shaved bare - I’d tried to sculpt my pubes into a landing strip during my morning shower but had ended up shaving off the whole lot in frustration after I’d got my angles wrong.

Lynton might have been on the receiving end of Charlotte’s blowjob but it was me he was connecting with. He looked up from my pussy, put his hand to my face and pulled me into a dirty kiss.

It should have been a momentous occasion but as Lynton kissed me ‘up here’, Sarah drunkenly kissed me ‘down there’. I squealed and wriggled but she clung on.

Just.

Her mouth wasn’t actually on my pussy but it was near enough for Lynton to think that it might be, especially as Sarah started making slurpy sex noises complete with faked, pornographic moaning. I knew what Sarah sounded like when she was having sex, and this definitely wasn't normal for her.

And the fact that she was simulating oral sex on me made me suspicious. The girls knew how much I fancied Lynton. Was this all a massive joke at my expense? Or was it a genuine attempt to get Lynton to notice me? Either way, I decided I could have some fun.

I parted my legs, gripped Sarah's head with my hand and eased my pussy onto her mouth. I stifled a giggle as I felt her uncertain response. What was real here and what was simulation? Sarah didn’t really do anything but just having her mouth there against me made my whole body pulse with pleasure.

At the same time, my right hand dropped and took charge of Lynton’s cock. It was hot and hard and slippery with Charlotte’s saliva. I wanked it with deliberately hard strokes, making Lynton moan into our deepening kiss.

I had taken charge and it felt delicious.

Sarah licked me properly.

Her tongue prodded and poked and I was suddenly so sensitive that every movement drew the breath from my lungs. Sensation and emotion quickly spiralled into a tornado of desire as I felt every detail of the mouths pressed against my body.

Sarah's and Lynton's.

I knew that it was something that was happening in the moment, something never to be repeated. Friends shouldn’t be doing this to each other. But we were; we’d all lost control.

And I really was about to lose control. My tightening muscles loved that it was Sarah licking me; loved that I was making my friend's face slippery with my sex juices. I kicked the pizzas across the floor while steadying myself in preparation for a standing orgasm.

My head swam, imagining Lynton’s thick cock inside me as Charlotte's hands groped my tits from behind, freeing them from my bra just as I was nearing the shortest of gasping short breaths. My stomach and pussy knotted with the reality of the moment. Sarah and Charlotte were going to make me orgasm.

My legs spread a little wider and my head rolled back – if Sarah would just lick a little further down… I guided her head with my fingers, showing her what I wanted and where. The breath that I hadn’t realised I’d been holding released in a long low moan as my body shuddered.

I felt like I was going to burst; Sarah was really, really good and licked harder and faster in perfect time with the burning spasms of my orgasm. She couldn't have done more to drag the pleasure from every sinew of my body.

Nothing more.

But Lynton could.

He moved in behind me, and pushed his cock into my slippery slot while Sarah's mouth retreated towards my belly button. Pressure on my hips folded me forward, exposing my pussy… and then he was in me, surging forward with eager strokes… and I was being fucked in my own hallway in front of my two best friends in the world.

Lynton's cock disappeared and I heard Charlotte gasp.

Looking to my left, Charlotte was bent over and Lynton was now hammering away at her sticky slot. “Oooh fuck!” Charlotte wailed, holding onto the radiator for dear life as Lynton's sexual shockwaves threatened to drive her head into the wall. Thunk! “Ow!”

Bitch! You deserve that!

“Me!” A voice said needily, “Don't forget me!” I looked to where Sarah was offering herself.

Double bitch!

I had to smile though as I thought about what we looked like, lined up as we were, offering ourselves for a fucking.

Lynton moved down the line. “I think,” I said, “I'll go in the middle.” I bashed my naked hips against those of my friends and offered myself up once again.

Lynton, bless him, did his best… but his best wasn't quite good enough to actually get us off… so we had to help ourselves and each other. I rarely come more than once anyway, but by licking both girls to orgasm, I ensured that I took my fair share of Lynton's labouring and...

He was really going at it… pounding me hard, with my back curved to offer him maximum opportunity to penetrate me... that second orgasm seemed to be achievable.  

“I really should be going,” Lynton said. What the fuck?

Had I blacked out?

“Going?” I asked woozily. Sarah was using the pizza napkins to wipe indelicately between her legs. Charlotte was doing the same, I realised, in an effort to wipe Sarah's juices off her chin.

They both smiled at me. “Nice work, Liz,” they chorused. “You alright to pay for the pizza?”

“It's on me,” Lynton said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, obviously itching to get out of the place. “This has been sweet as.”

“Thanks.” I was feeling dazed and confused but happy as I let the girls make an escape back into the living room. My pussy was telling me that it had been well-fucked.

“Can I... see you again?”

“Sure thing. I'm going to call in after my shift.”

Tonight?

Keen.

I liked keen.

I didn't need words; my smile said everything I needed to say.

Having let Lynton back out into the world, I headed into the living room to find Charlotte and Sarah had favoured scoffing the pizzas over getting dressed. “Oi, losers! Give me some!”

“You've had plenty already, you selfish cow.”

“Selfish?” I asked, around a mouthful of Hawaiian: not quite as good as a mouthful of Australian but not far off. “Who paid for these?”

No-one!” Sarah said triumphantly. “Besides, you know we're not talking about the pizza.” Sarah looked across at Charlotte for confirmation.

“I know. But I think it's only fair dinkum that I get first dibs,” I said, raising my glass.

“Second dibs,” Charlotte called, raising her own glass.

“Fuckers, the both of you,” Sarah mumbled.

“Good onya, mate!” I teased.

“I just hope we get an express delivery,” Sarah mumbled.

 

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