Two girls one guy.

Note:

this is pure fiction from a erotic story site, but know anything in this story is made up. And any name in the story is just a coincidence. enjoy.

You return from the bathroom to find that the remaining party guests seem to have scattered around the house. You contemplate leaving but decide to wander down the hallway and see if there is anyone interesting left to talk to.

You overhear some female-sounding laughing from a bedroom and duck your head through the doorway. Inside you find Brittane Watson and her friend Krystal, lounging shoeless on a queen bed, glasses of red wine in their hands. Their dresses are dishevelled and there's a lot of nylon-covered leg showing.

"Oh, Hi Tanar," says Brittane, still smiling from the joke they've been sharing.

"Hi," you respond. You hesitate, not sure whether you're intruding. You're very attracted to Brittane in particular, to the extent that you become quite awkward around her.

"Come in," invites Krystal. "We didn't think there was anyone left."

You join them eagerly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "So what's so funny?" you ask.

The women share a wicked glance with each other, before Brittane reveals, "We were just trying to work out which celebrity we'd most like to fuck."

Your shock at her bluntness must be plainly evident on your face, because they both succumb to fits of giggles. Attempting to appear unfazed you ask, "So who did you come up with?"

"We had trouble narrowing it down," laughs Brittane.

"Yeah," continues Krystal. "It turns out that Brittane here wants to sleep with almost all of them!"

Brittane leans closer to you. "I'm such a slut," she confesses.

"Uh, I'm sure you're not…" you reply awkwardly.

"No, it's true," replies Krystal. "She's probably the biggest slut I know."

"Really, she doesn't seem…" you begin.

"I hide it well," interrupts Brittane, before taking another sip of wine.

You're not sure how to respond to this, but hearing the object of your affections referred to so casually as a 'slut' is making you feel a little funny in your pants. You can sense your face reddening.

"Look, he's blushing!" says Krystal. "You've made Tanar blush, you dirty slut!"

Brittane smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. "So Tanar, which famous person would you choose?"

You think about it for a moment. "Uh, I dunno… maybe Hailee Seinfeld?"

"Good choice!" says Krystal.

"Yeah, good choice," agrees Brittane. "You know, I think I'd probably turn lesbian for Hailee Seinfeld. How about you, Krystal?"

Krystal shrugs. "Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro."

"Mmm yeah," says Brittane dreamily, then looks straight at you. "Imagine this, Tanar. You can be fucking Hailee Seinfeld from behind, while she's licking me out at the same time. God, that would be soooo hot!"

You've actually imagined this scenario in the past! You make a strangled whimpering sound that you hope they didn't hear, and your cock swells instantly in your pants. "Sounds fun," you croak.

"Or would you prefer to be fucking me while she's licking your balls?" asks Brittane sweetly.

Your cock gets harder and you struggle for a response. "I… uh…"

The women crack up laughing. "She's teasing you," smiles Krystal.

"Oh, okay," you mutter, knowing it was too good to be true.

"It's just we both know that you've got a thing for Brittane," she continues.

"I don't!" you blurt, startled. Then, after a brief pause, "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious," says Brittane. "You're always staring at my bum. It's hard not to notice."

"You know, you do have a sexy arse," compliments Krystal.

"Thanks," replies Brittane. "I know. It's my best feature."

Krystal leans over and puts her hand on your arm. "It's okay. Do you know what's funny, Tanar?"

"No, what?"

Krystal lowers her voice to almost a whisper. "Well, she's such a dirty slut that you could have fucked her any time you wanted, if you'd actually asked her."

Your heart starts beating out of your chest and you feel a little dizzy. "You're still screwing with me…"

"No, it's true," protests Krystal. "She'll fuck pretty much anyone. Won't you Brittane?"

Brittane nods. "I'm horny all the time."

You're conflicted now. On the one hand, this situation is really exciting. On the other hand, you can't help but feel a little insulted by Krystal's comment.

"Anyone?" you reply. Then, your voice dripping with offended sarcasm, "Even me?"

"Oh Tanar, don't be so sensitive. I didn't mean it like that," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I do have certain minimum standards," adds Brittane.

"Well, it's a relief that I meet the minimum standard," you say, feeling encouraged.

"Yeah, you've got a dick!" says Krystal, and the two women crack up, laughing hysterically. "You do have a dick, don't you Tanar?" she continues.

"Right," you say curtly. "I should probably get going." You've dealt with drunk people before and you've no intention of sticking around further to be the butt of more of their inane jokes. You stand up to leave, then realize that your erection hasn't gone down and is plainly visible in the front of your pants.

Both girls stare at it. Brittane licks her lips. "Please stay," she whispers.

"I don't enjoy being made fun of," you reply sternly, desperately willing your hard-on to disappear.

"We're sorry," says Krystal contritely.

"Krystal, make him stay," Brittane begs her friend. "I'm so fucking horny right now!"

Krystal sighs and rolls her eyes. "Okay, just wait a minute, Tanar. Watch this."

She leans over to Brittane and proceeds to engage her friend in one of the deepest, wettest, hottest lesbian kisses you've ever witnessed. As their tongues wrestle, Krystal's hand slides up Brittane's thigh, bunching up her skirt and revealing that her nylons are lace-topped stockings held up by a suspender belt. As Krystal's hand slides higher, Brittane draws up the other leg, then drops her knee to the side, revealing the gusset of her black, lacy panties. They are so sheer that you can vaguely see her pussy slit through them, and no sign at all of any pubic hair.

All the blood in your body is rushing to your cock. As they continue to snog, Krystal's hand slides between Brittane's thighs and she starts stroking her pussy through her panties. Her fingers press the tight, thin material between Brittane's outer lips and deep into her groove, insistently rubbing up and down its length.

Finally they break apart, their mouths briefly connected by a trail of saliva. You just stare, making no further attempt to hide the massive tent in your pants.

"See Tanar," says Krystal. "When she gets horny like this, you can do almost anything to her." She holds up her fingers, glistening as they catch the light. "Look, she's soaking wet already."

You look at Brittane. She's lying back on the bed with her legs spread apart. Looking you right in the eye, she slips a hand down inside the front of her panties and starts rubbing where Krystal left off. Yep, all things considered, you decide she's definitely a slut.

"Fuck me, Tanar. I need you to fuck me right now!" she whispers.

"Right now?" you stammer.

"Right now! I need your cock up me soooo bad!"

"But what if someone comes…"

"That's the idea, silly," she breathes.

"No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…"

"I'll keep a look out," offers Krystal helpfully.

"You can imagine I'm Hailee Seinfeld if you like," pleads Brittane, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

"That won't be necessary," you reply. If you're finally getting the chance to fuck Brittane Watson, then you absolutely won't need to think of anyone else. You make the decision to go for it. You tug off your shoes, then hurriedly divest yourself of your pants and underwear, almost tripping over in the process. Your cock juts out, proudly erect.

"Oh Jesus, I want that thing inside me," groans Brittane, eying your engorged pole with undisguised hunger.

You are now every bit as horny as Brittane is. You climb on to the bed and practically throw yourself on top of her, your prick prodding aggressively against her panties. They won't come off with her suspenders still attached, so Brittane reaches down and pulls the gusset to the side, exposing her bald cunt. You make a couple of unsuccessful attempts at entry before you feel a cool hand wrap around your cock.

It's Krystal! She grips your shaft and guides your knob between Brittane's outer lips, sliding it along her slippery cleft until it nestles at her entrance. You start to ease into Brittane's cunt, feeling the warmth of her tunnel stretch around you and draw you in.

Krystal puts her hand on your arse and pushes hard. You slide almost balls-deep into Brittane with one quick, smooth thrust.

"Unnngghhh," moans Brittane, suddenly impaled on your rock-hard prick.

"Oh yeah…" you sigh, your senses drinking in Brittane's scent, the feeling of her warm body pressed against yours, the sexy sound of her panting…

"Fuck her, Tanar," whispers Krystal hotly into your ear. "Fuck that slut. Fuck her slutty little pussy!"

You start to pump Brittane vigorously, energized by your pent-up lust for her. Her hands clutch at your buttocks and her nails dig into your flesh. The fact that her friend is on the bed right next to you only serves to intensify the eroticism of the situation.

"Fuck me Tanar. Fuck me like you'd fuck that bitch Hailee Seinfeld," she groans.

Your head is swimming with lust and you pick up the pace. The wet sounds of your cock ploughing Brittane's pussy are accompanied by the gentle slapping of your balls against the base of her arse cheeks.

Krystal gives your bum a slap. "That's it Tanar. Fuck that little whore Brittane. Fuck the shit out of that little slut!"

You avert your eyes from Brittane for a moment and turn your head to face Krystal. "Weren't you supposed to be watching the door?"

"I'd rather be watching this," replies Krystal, staring with a glazed expression at your arse as it humps up and down between Brittane's knees. She moves around so she can see your cock plunging in and out.

Krystal is obviously useless at this point so you resign yourself to fate. If the three of you get discovered, then so be it.

You slam into Brittane harder and harder, joyful now that your prick is finally buried in the girl of your dreams. You have so many things you want to do with her, but for now you'll have to settle for a quick, frantic fuck on someone else's bed, while her friend looks on.

"How is he?" she asks Brittane, reaching out to move a strand of hair off her cheek where it has become stuck with perspiration.

"Ungh… he's… ungh… hitting the spot," grunts Brittane. The force of your thrusting is pushing her up the bed and she's getting dangerously close to the headboard.

"Don't cum inside her," asks Krystal. "I want to see it."

"I'll do my best," you grunt. You shove your cock as deep as it will go, then start grinding your pubic bone against Brittane's clit. She gasps and starts to shudder underneath you.

"Oh fuck… I'm cumming," she pants, digging her nails even deeper into your arse, trying to pull you even deeper inside her. You thrust hard against her with your cock fully buried, slamming her bottom hard into the mattress. You can feel her pussy rippling as it tightly grips your shaft.

"Ungh… nghhhh… nghhhh," grunts Brittane, cumming hard, her hot breath on your neck. Then she lets out a little whimper as she comes down from the heights of her orgasm.

"Happy now, you slut? You dirty fucking slut," breathes Krystal into her friend's ear.

"Oh God," you groan, as a familiar feeling starts to wash over you. You resume thrusting, faster and faster, ploughing Brittane's wet pussy until you are almost at the brink.

"Pull out!" cries Krystal, hurriedly manoeuvring into position for a ring-side view of the action.

Every fibre of your being wants to fill Brittane's pussy to the brim with hot jizz, but you fight your instincts and pull out just in time. You take your cock in your hand and jerk it twice before you explode all over Brittane's cunt and inner thighs.

Krystal watches entranced as spurt after spurt of your sticky load spatters her friend's pussy lips and dribbles down between her buttocks. You keep jerking, scattering globs of sperm over the front of her misaligned panties and the lace of her stocking tops.

Finally you squeeze out the last drops onto her pussy and rub your slimy cockhead up and down over her sticky, sweet folds. Then you roll over to the side and collapse on your back between the two women.

"I told you she was a slut," says Krystal. She reaches over and grabs your cock, all wet with sperm and Brittane's juices, and still quite hard. It twitches in her grasp.

"It takes one to know one," replies Brittane.

"Not me. I'm a nice girl," says Krystal, just seconds before taking your gooey cock deep into her mouth.

The End