Stimulation update

Stripped of all his clothes, Bruce lay face-up on the bed. It was a single; there was no room on it for the girls. He was not fat, but a large man—his ten-inch cock in proportion to his broad, muscular six feet and five inches of height. His square jaw cinched the deal. He was big all over.

Steph and Cass’s hands played over the stiffly erect length of his prick. Together, they made him hard and ready as he never had been before, at least not with girls so young and untested. A steady supply of precum leaked from his tip and the girls were happy to anoint their hands with it as they fondled him. Finally, Bruce’d had enough. He judged that the girls had learned all they could of jerking him off. It was time to act before they got cocky.

Grabbing Steph’s head, he lowered her face down to his cock. “Time to see how good a girl you can be.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steph gasped, finally seeming to grasp the size of his erection just before he thrust it into her face, the knob smearing juicy traces of precum across her lips and cheeks. 

She tried to keep up, kissing his cockhead with puckered lips, until Bruce held her over the tip of his member and forced them together, her lips parting to take his cock and her head dropping down the length of his manhood. Bruce groaned in fulfillment. Steph was proving to be a good cocksucker after all.

Steph’s eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to devour Bruce’s cock. She knew how to suck on a man when she had him in her mouth, but Bruce was too big for that. The moment she’d started sucking on him, his cockhead had been pressing into her throat. She’d gagged before she could swallow it, and she kept gagging, kept choking, as she struggled to gulp down even an inch of his engorged cock.

“Too… much…” Cass observed, leaning across Bruce from the opposite side of the bed. “Let… me…”

Steph pulled herself off Bruce’s prick and sucked in breath instead. She watched with a mélange of emotions as Cass took the member in her hand. Challenge for Cass to succeed where she’d failed, offense that Cass was taking her place, waiting awe to see if Cass could do what she couldn’t. Cass couldn’t mollify all her feelings. She could only offer Steph her usual wan smile and trust Steph wouldn’t take it personally. She never did.

Cass fed Bruce’s cock into her mouth. She gulped hard, but didn’t make it very far down his length. His cock was too long, too thick—it seemed to slot into her throat so perfectly that there was no room for it to move any further. But she was determined, and unmistakably aroused too. Shutting her eyes, focusing, Cass forced herself down on Bruce’s prick until her throat expanded to make room. Her lips slid down his swollen shaft until they were in the curls of hair that covered his groin.

Cass held him in her mouth, her throat, for an eternity, absorbing the masculine warmth of the intrusion, feeling its throb stretch the sensitive tissues of her airway. Bruce ran his hands through her hair and along her muscular back, feeling out her old scars as if she were a religious object, her marks promises of salvation. Cass felt a fury of desire for her in the way Bruce touched her, and it sparked an answering urge in her.

Meanwhile, Steph’s anger at Cass had given way, but she still pouted. Normally, she was used to being the experienced one, the one who knew what to do with a cock whether it was in her mouth, or hands, or anywhere else. But with Bruce, Cass had stolen her thunder.

“I’ve got something nice for you too, Bruce,” she chimed in, climbing up onto the narrow spade on the bed between Bruce’s shoulders and the headboard. She did the splits, squatting down on his face so he could have her pussy.

“Little girls need to earn getting eaten out,” Bruce said huskily, looking up at the teen girl’s blonde cunt.

“You’ll enjoy it!” Steph cried. “It tastes so good!” She pressed herself down on his face.

Bruce was stoic, a statue, ignoring her pussy but letting her stir it around his granite face, give some of her juices to his lips. Her clit brushed against his mouth. Vexingly, Bruce’s lips parted, sucked on it, and Steph sighed explosively. Who needed to suck like Cass when she tasted as good as she did?

“Now tongue me,” she said. “It tastes even better inside me! I know you’ll make it feel good too—we’ll both like it!”

Her inner folds bristled with lust, tender from what she’d done with Steph. When Bruce’s tongue slid into her, the feelings it produced were like microwave warmth simmering inside her pussy.

Cass kept sucking Bruce off. She could taste the hot cum waiting inside his balls, drips of it coming sporadically from the tip of his cockhead. There was so much of it, so much of it that he had to give some to her.

Steph twisted around, facing Cass as she sat on Bruce’s face. “I want another turn!” she moaned, reaching down to take hold of the base of Bruce’s cock, where Cass’s lips hadn’t reached. “C’mon, Cass, it’s my turn!”

With the same wan smile, Cass surrendered Bruce’s cock. But before Steph could take it, she felt Bruce’s tongue swipe between her buttocks and across her tiny pink anus. A shiver ran through her body. He wasn’t tasting her now. He was showing her how much more experienced his mouth was than hers. Steph could tell he could get her off just by licking her asshole. She was determined to show him she could keep up. This time she would take all of his cock. This time she’d give him a real blowjob.

She kissed his knob, taking it back between her lips. They stretched as his big hard prick entered, sloppy from Cass’s saliva, tasting of Cass, like the other girl had marked the upper half of Bruce’s erection as her territory. Steph closed her eyes, sucking hard at Bruce’s cockhead, feeling the taste of his manhood burst onto her tongue. A half-inch at a time, she jogged down his shaft, gouging his cockhead into the narrows of her throat until she was ready. The knob pushed past her gag reflex, into the clenching tightness of her throat.

“Yes. Suck. Show me you’re more than just a naughty little girl. Show me you know how to take a man’s cock,” she heard Bruce grunt, biting at the ripe curve of her ass, and she eased her mouth further down to obey him.

Cass watched Steph ease the big cock through her throat. It was almost as much of a thrill as throating it herself. She wanted more thrills. She wanted both of them to show Bruce that they were women, and could give him all the sexual satisfaction of Catwoman or anyone else.

Leaving Bruce and Steph in their sixty-nine, she went to get a jar of Vaseline, faithfully carrying it back to the bed. Even if Bruce’s cock belonged to Steph, there was plenty of him left over for Cass. But she didn’t want to just give him her pussy. She was more than that. 

Bruce had one hand on Steph’s head, applying a steady pressure less to keep her suckling at him and more to remind her he was in charge. Cass took his hand and moved it to the Vaseline jar.

“Nice and… slippery,” she said. “You can go… anywhere.”

Bruce dipped his middle finger in the jar, stirring it until it was coated in Vaseline. Then Cass set down the jar and pulled Bruce’s hand to her ass. His big hand could hold her entire pert asscheek in its grip. Cass moaned as he molded her buttock to his tightening grip.

“Not there…” she said haltingly. “There is… more… for you…”

She pulled at his wrist some more, feeling more like an insistent child than ever, and finally got him to move his fingers between her buttocks. He displayed the same skill his tongue had shown while pleasuring Steph anally. His middle finger entered Cass’s rectum to her purring satisfaction, so deeply and fully that she found herself lifted up onto her toes, then coming back down, truly taking his lube-slick finger into her ass. Her eyes rolled back as Bruce dutifully reamed into her asshole.

“Ooohh… fuck me… with your finger…” she stammered. “Finger my… asshole… you can put your big cock… there too…”

As she enjoyed having his finger in her ass, his claim over more of her pleasure, Cass leaned down and kissed Steph’s shoulder. The other girl recognized Cass’s sweet, kittenish, yet undeniably sensual touch. She hummed around Bruce’s cock, pistoning her head on it deeply, furious, and Cass kissed her way down Steph’s back until she was at the blonde’s firm ass, her tongue meeting Bruce’s in the vale between Steph’s buttocks. She winked at him.

“We are not… little girls… we are nasty… bitches… we like… dirty things,” Cass said, her heavy accent somehow making it sound innocent before she pushed her tongue into Steph’s anus. 

She pulled away and Bruce took her place, doing with his tongue to Steph’s asshole what his finger was doing in Cass’s ass. With the way it fucked her loosening asshole, it felt as big as his cock had in Cass’s mouth, but Cass knew that was an illusion. 

“I like this,” Cass continued, slipping a lubricated finger into Steph’s hole. “She likes it too.”

Steph certainly appeared to enjoy Cass’s finger plunging into her. She moaned around Bruce’s manhood, squealed into its girth, then rolled her hips back to meet Cass’s hand. 

Cass smiled. “She’ll like you doing it too.” She offered the jar of Vaseline to Bruce again.

He greased up the fingers of his left hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together until both were heavily lubricated, then he moved his hand to Steph’s ass. She was sticking her butt out, her body ripe and ready. He rubbed his middle finger into her anus and she groaned on his manhood.

“She likes dirty things… you do…” Cass said. “She likes being… nasty bitch…”

Bruce’s finger audibly popped into Steph’s tiny asshole. She lifted her head almost off of his erection, wailing deleteriously as his finger went into her, came out, then slammed back in. Cass watched, breathing quickly, knowing that Steph was feeling what she felt as Bruce’s other hand fingered her asshole. Her heart was racing with excitement, pleasure. She was covered in sweat. Her asshole stretched slowly, painfully, as Bruce’s finger played with it.

“I like being… nasty bitch… too!” she moaned. “It’s my turn with… big cock… I want it… in asshole!”

“Hnngh,” Bruce groaned, his voice heavy with lust. “You ask for it, you get it. Just hope your asshole is still tight enough to get me off. I’m not gonna stop fucking it until you’re full of my cum.”

Steph and Cass were remorsefully deprived of his fingering and cocking, Bruce mercilessly rearranging them all into position. The girls were laid across the width of the bed, faces down, asses up. Steph’s buttocks clenched together. She looked at Cass with disbelief in her eyes.

“I’m not doing it. You’re crazy. He’ll rip you apart!”

Cass smirked at her. Not a wan smile this time. A knowing one. She knew just from looking at Steph that the blonde was not half as certain as her words were.

“I want him to,” Cass said. “I’m all… lubed up… and his finger… opened me up… now I want… his cock… his cum… I want to be his… nasty bitch… don’t you?”

“Fucking crazy,” Steph reiterated, though she could’ve been talking about herself. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy.