Chapter 2

I was so turned on by now. I knew exactly what I wanted to happen. But I had to make sure that they weren’t just a pair of little cunt-teases. And I knew how to verify that.

A few minutes into dinner, I excused myself, went into the downstairs hallway, and adjusted the central thermostat several degrees lower. I came back and sat down next to Sophie, running my hand through her long blonde curls.

“So how did you girls get to be such good friends?” I asked. “When I was at school, Sophie, usually the English lit girls like you didn’t hang out with the captain of the volleyball team.”

“Well, we’ve been at school together for five years, and we just like a lot of the same stuff,” said Sophie. “We both like Arcade Fire. Tessa comes to my yoga class whenever she can. We’re into classic Hollywood actresses, you know, like Catherine Deneuve, Charlotte Rampling, and Catherine Zeta-Jones.”

“Did you see The Hunger Games, Frederika?” asked Tessa. “We both think Jennifer Lawrence is pretty hot for a younger actress.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed,” I said with a wicked smile.

Sophie turned pink and erupted into giggles. Tessa said: “Wow, that would definitely have to be a big bed. To fit all four of us, I mean.”

“Sounds like a dream come true,” I said. “Jennifer should be so lucky.” Now they both giggled.

We continued eating, and a few minutes later, I excused myself again.

In the hallway, I turned the thermostat down again, and came back. I could feel it starting to get a little chillier in the dining room.

But when it came to dessert, things heated up again. Sophie brought in a dish of fresh strawberries and with whipped cream on top. “I can’t have any because my mom has me on a cleanse,” said Sophie.

“I’ll have just a little later on,” said Tessa. “Frederika, I want to say again that this is just so awesome that you would come over to be with us. It would have sucked if we had to cancel.”

The girls pulled their chairs over to me. Tessa got behind me and started kneading my shoulders and neck with her strong, athlete’s hands, while Sophie spoon-fed me strawberries. My cunt was so soaked now that I knew that there would be a wet patch on my seat when I got up.

I dipped my finger into the whipped cream and held it out to Sophie. “Taste it.”

“I can’t, my mom said — “

“What your mom said doesn’t matter right now,” I said. Tessa’s hands tightened with unmistakable excitement on my shoulders and I felt her dark hair brush against my neck as she leaned forward.

I pushed my cream-covered finger into Sophie’s mouth. She obediently took it, sucking off every drop of cream. Then I took her beautiful face between my hands and kissed her full on the mouth. Sophie put her arms around me, our tongues touching with urgent need. Tessa leaned further forward and made it into a three-way kiss, her breasts pressing up against me.

Finally, I broke away. We all gazed at one another.

“Have you noticed it’s getting a little chilly down here?” I said.

Tessa laughed. “Why no, Frederika. But yes, maybe a little now that you say so.”

“I’ve adjusted the thermostat but it doesn’t seem to be working,” I said. “We’ll all be much warmer upstairs in your mother’s bedroom, Sophie.”

Minutes later, I lay spread-eagled on Angela’s king-sized, four-poster bed, my dressing gown wide open, with the two 18-year-old girls lying on either side of me. Each of them was suckling one of my tits. Tessa made me moan with the way she sucked me in, nice and deep, while Sophie drove me wild with her tongue constantly flicking and teasing my nipple.

I masturbated eagerly as the two girls serviced me. I’d thought about asking Angela out on a date when we first met at the volunteer committee. But having sex with her daughter and Tessa in Angela’s bedroom was even better. I love taboo fucking, and I love being desired so much by two willing young cunts like these.

“That’s it, girls, suck me real good,” I said in a low, urgent voice. “Show me how much you want to please me. Suck my tits.”

“When Sophie and I have sex, we take turns pretending we’re you,” Tessa confessed. “Nobody knows yet that we like girls, except you, but one time my mom almost caught us masturbating together to that picture of you on my iPad.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” I said. “Do you always play with each other’s clits?”

“Uh huh,” said Sophie, still sucking my tit.

“I want to teach you how to do something for me, girls,” I said, running my hand over Tessa’s curves. “Do you want to drink right out of my pussy?”

“Yes,” said Tessa. “I love your pussy. I wish my bush looked like yours. I want to fuck you so bad.” Sophie nodded in agreement and kissed me on the mouth.

I reached for my hand bag and pulled out a clear plastic bottle full of colorless liquid. “I don’t even need this, but I want to teach you the right way.”

Tessa lubed up her hand and listened to my instructions.

“Put a pillow under my ass, Sophie,” I added commandingly. “And lay down a blanket in front of me. We don’t want to soak your mom’s quilt.”

The whole room smelled of my aroused pussy now. The curtains were half-open and part of me wished I could be watched, getting my fuck on with these two young, pliable high school girls.

My clit was as engorged as it’s ever been. I took Sophie by the hair and firmly pressed her face down on my crotch. “Lick my clit like a good girl. Do it!”

She obeyed. “Oh yeah,” I gasped. “Oh fuck! That feels so good. Fuck! Now, put those fingers in my cunt like I showed you, Tessa.”

Tessa slid two strong fingers inside me, firmly and easily, and began to fingerfuck me. She pressed up against my G-spot, harder and harder.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled. I could feel it building up inside me as my body stiffened. “Oh shit, I need this. Fuck me and suck me, girls! Get me off on Angela’s bed. Oh, motherfucker! Yeah!”

Grimacing, I lifted my head just a little and saw the girls: Sophie lapping hungrily at my swollen clit and Tessa, so intent on pleasing me, her arm thrusting furiously into me, her tits bouncing.

“Oh, fuckin’ fist me!” I screamed. Tessa inserted her entire hand into my well-stretched hole. I had such an overwhelming feeling of fullness. I had to let it go. As Sophie’s young tongue flicked my bead to a huge orgasm, I let go, pushing out hard, and spraying Tessa as I ejaculated, and again a second time. I screamed out and pulled the girls’ sweat-soaked, pussy-soaked young bodies up against me, just lying there in an ecstatic heap.

We stayed up all night long, fucking. I gave Sophie her first erotic spanking, while Tessa sat next to us, masturbating and coming loudly. We made a rule that nobody could eat anything that hadn’t been in my cunt: Tessa ate her strawberries directly out of it.

Tessa had forgotten her vibrator at home, so we dug Angela’s out of a chest of drawers, and she used it as we frigged off together in a circle on the bed, with Sophie and I sharing my Hitachi Magic Wand. And I ordered Sophie to get in front of me and Tessa to get behind me when we formed an anal fingerfucking chain.

There was a lot of laundry to do at 11 o’clock the following morning, but we got through it. After kissing Sophie goodbye, I dropped Tessa off at her house. We made promises to keep our secret and to get together again for another illicit rendezvous as soon as possible.

On Monday, I got another phone call from Angela: “Thank you so much for taking care of the girls, Frederika. Sophie said it was a wonderful sleepover. Dinner’s on me next week at Morton’s.”

“The pleasure was mine,” I told her.