The Layover update

David capped his pen. That did it for another chapter of his escapades. Closing the notebook, he went out in back of his house. Gigi Hadid was in the neighboring yard, tanning her gorgeous body, resplendent in the way she stretched out on her lawn chair. David leaned against the fence, peering through it to Gigi.

“Howdy, neighbor,” he deadpanned.

“David, hello,” Gigi replied. He could see almost every inch of her wonderfully bronzed tan, the tiny white bikini holding her modest breasts, the way some brown pubic hair coiled from the sides of its lower half. “How’d you like to keep me company?”

“I’d love to.” David hopped the fence. “It’s dead over here.”

“Come on inside,” Gigi said, getting up with a kittenish stretch. “I’ll pour you some lemonade.”

They went through the backdoor and into the kitchen, Gigi taking a pitcher of lemonade from her fridge and pouring a glass for David. He stared at her luscious ass as she dropped in a couple ice cubes before handing it to him. 

David already had an erection. Gigi glanced at it coyly. David’s hand shook as he took the lemonade from her.

“Not so dead over here,” Gigi cooed, running the long nail of her forefinger over the growing bulge in his jeans.

There was a knock at the door.

“Hold that thought,” Gigi said, now flickering her finger against David’s erection, a bit of pain that he still found somewhat pleasurable. 

She went to the front door and found Charli XCX in a tight T-shirt and tighter pants, the woman’s nipples obvious on her abundant, thinly covered breasts. “Charli, hello, come in. You know David,” she said, leading Charli inside. She immediately noticed his erection, giving him the same cool but intrigued glance that Gigi had.

“I live on the other side of his house,” Charli said to Gigi, while looking down at his hard-on again to see how it was throbbing at the addition of her. “We’re sandwiching him in… I’m here to pick up that pie you said you were baking.”

“It’s still in the oven,” Gigi said, running an apologetic hand down Charli’s arm. “You’re welcome to wait here, if you like. Since we’re all neighbors, maybe we should get to know each other better.”

Charli smiled. David’s eyes ran over the beautiful young woman, who looked stunning even in plain clothes just from their tightness. Every little breath she took greatly moved her tits inside her straining T-shirt, the remainder of the fabric wrinkled in folds along her belly from struggling to contain her massive cleavage. He could see a swath of bare skin just above her belt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and seeing some of her lower belly made David wonder if she was wearing panties either.

“David’s gone and gotten erect,” Gigi said.

“I can see that,” Charli said.

“It’s a little presumptuous of him, but at least it lets us know he has a big cock.”

“Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Maybe we should.”

Gigi went to him, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out. It was stiffer than steel under the examination of the two women, the knob glistening with precum. Taking the lemonade out of his slack hand shortly before he certainly would’ve dropped it, Gigi poured out a small amount over his burgeoning erection, the cool liquid making David flush as it dripped off his manhood.

“Care for a drink?” Gigi asked Charli.

Charli came to him, getting down on her knees just short of the puddle Gigi had made when she spilled the drink. She clutched his dripping erection and swirled her juicy tongue over the tip, licking it clean of the lemonade running over its length. David was sent into a freefall, plummeting faster and faster as Charli’s tongue traveled with perverse slowness over his member.

“Oh fuck,” he sighed.

“I think Charli likes her drink,” Gigi said.

Charli forced David’s cock into her mouth, her gorgeous red lips sealing inescapably around his prick. Her head bobbed up and down on him so fast that her hair whipped behind her in shimmering waves. She sucked David with caved-in cheeks, big dimples that looked as sweet as a schoolgirl as she gulped down his erection. And as he pressed into her throat, Charli reached down to finger her sex as if preparing it for what was filling her mouth.

As she watched Charli touching herself, Gigi felt the need to do the same. She sat on the kitchen table, Indian style, and slipped a finger inside herself. It felt good, so good that she decided to make herself come before she even touched David. 

Charli took David’s spit-slick cock out of her mouth and jacked on it, her little hand dancing faster and faster on the stiffness that she could still feel in her throat. David watched in fascination as she jerked him off, the sight almost enough to keep him from looking at Gigi masturbating off to the side.

“Fuck, Charli!” David barked. “Jack me off!”

“I’m jacking it!” Charli gulped. “You come! You just fucking come!”

Charli’s hand was slick as it traveled David’s prick. She watched the cockhead bubble, then leaned in and licked at the precum with her tongue as she pumped her hand just short of it. The combination was too much for David. He erupted in a geyser of milky spunk, which didn’t stop Charli from jacking him off. She only went faster as his cock spurted out its hot cream. Gobs of jism flew from his flaring cockhead and splattered into Charli’s face.

“Oh, shit, that feels… feels fucking good!” David laughed.

“Shoot cum, shoot it all out,” Charli mewled, still pumping her hand wildly on his firing prick.

Gigi worked her fingers around and around in her sex. Her pussy lips were stretched around her hand. “Fuck, look at all that cum.”

David stumbled backwards, but Charli didn’t let go of him. She kept working his cock, almost holding him up with her hand, pulling wildly on his erection as more and more jizz came out. Finally, his scrotum seemed empty, his cum entirely on Charli, her soiled shirt, and the kitchen tiles. 

But he was still hard. It made Charli want to go after more, but Gigi snapped her fingers chidingly. “David,” she said, taking her hand away from her pussy and lying back on the kitchen table. She’d worked her way out of her bikini. The plum, perfect handfuls of her breasts lay on her breasts with tempting ripeness, bobbing softly with her excited breath. “It’s her turn to watch. I don’t want your cum. I just want your fucking cock.”

David went to her, leaving Charli licking her lips, cleaning off her face. His cock rallied, becoming more erect, throbbing with fresh spunk as he brought it to Gigi’s womanhood. She closed her eyes, clearly intent on savoring being entered by him, and David went obligingly slow. He enjoyed the slow mystification going on in Gigi’s expression as, without seeing how big his erection was, she came to a more profound realization as to just how deep he was going inside her. By the end, her mouth had dropped open, and she opened her eyes in disbelief to see that four inches still remaining at the base of his cock, going inside her at the same safe, stately rate as all the rest had entered her.

“Holy shit—Charli deep-throated that?”

“Some of it,” David answered her. With Gigi having proven receptive to her penetration, only a modicum of pain contorting her features at being stretched around his cock, David gave her his first real thrust. Gigi’s mouth flew open again. She let out a strangled wail as the pleasure and pain of being impaled on him hit.

“I’m taking it,” Gigi moaned in astonishment. She began working her thighs up along David’s flanks. “I’m taking all of his cock—I thought I was tighter. Thought it wouldn’t fit…”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back, squeezing his ribs as he fucked her. David reached down to her ass, perched on the edge of the table, and pried into the tautly bounding cheeks. He plunged his fingers into her crevice, a thick fingertip going up her anus.

“I can’t wait until it’s my turn!” Charli said breathlessly. Her slender fingers worked feverishly in her sex, thumb sliding over her electric clit. “I can’t believe how fuckin’ horny I’m getting watching you too!”

With a brutal expediency, David kept hammering the length of his erection deep into Gigi. He dug his finger further into her asshole, working at both her holes to give her all the pleasure she could handle.

“I don’t know—how much more—I can take!” Gigi gasped. “Hurry, hurry! Make me come before I can’t handle it anymore! Uhh! Unnh!”

David slammed into her horny cunt with everything he had, his hips pumping frenziedly between her thighs. Grunting and panting, he entered her with every engorged inch of his member, his balls bouncing against her upturned ass. Gigi could only moan, and smile in happiness as she felt her orgasm arrive. She knew she’d have many more before her protesting body forced her to stop.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking her to death!” Charli breathed. She was now touching herself with both hands.

“And you’re next!” David panted, his face red. He drove his manhood even more furiously into Gigi’s wetly gripping sex. “I’ll have plenty left for you, Charli!”

“Plenty left for my ass,” Charli said, turning onto her side so she could reach behind herself and lubricate her asshole for her promised turn. “I don’t want you to repeat yourself.”