This story is COMPLETELY fictional! I hope you find it as entertaining to read as I found it interesting to write. Please enjoy this 4-part series, and don't forget to comment. I also ask that you leave all questions for the end of the series! Again, please enjoy!
- Revenge & Disaster -
I used to hang out with the most amazingly beautiful golden brunettes. They are, still to this day, the sexiest brunettes I've ever seen. I've wanted to fuck them both since we were teenagers. Looking at them, you'd swear they were sisters, but luckily, they weren't. Though they acted like sisters, they also used to get a kick out of cuddling and kissing to tease the raging-hard schoolboys.
Kara and Tara were their names, and we were friends all through high school, though I was closer to Kara. Long after high school, I learned that Kara married another guy we went to high school with; a seemingly nice guy. That was until he cheated on Kara with Tara. Extremely pissed off and jealous at his brazen double-fuck, I reached out to her to make sure she was alright.
Once I got her to open up, she told me the whole story. Apparently, not only did her husband cheat on her with Tara more than once. He then swore to her that it was all Tara's fault, destroying their lifelong friendship, while at the same time, telling Tara he could now be with her. And while secretly continuing to fuck both of them, he went and got a third chick out of pure arrogance.
After hearing about what an asshole he turned out to be, I offered to beat her husband's ass as any good male friend should. She ignored my offer and told me she had to fix her shattered relationship with Tara before deciding what to do with her husband.
We didn't speak for a couple of weeks, but when she did finally reach out, she asked me for a favor. I thought she was going to ask me to find her cheating husband and beat the shit out of him. I mean, you don't marry one of the sexiest women in the world and then cheat on her. And if you did cheat, you'd have to cheat on her with another sexiest woman in the world, which he did. But you don't then cheat on both of them with some strange lesser woman as the third piece of ass; that's just disgustingly disrespectful.
Instead of asking me to hunt the son of a bitch down, she asked - and I'm not kidding - she asked if I could come over and let her and Tara practice their blowjob skills. According to her, she and Tara felt like if maybe they were better at sucking dick than their husband/boyfriend wouldn't have cheated on them. Clearly, that's not what they really wanted but whatever. I knew what was up.
So, dick hard and heart pounding, I rushed over to Kara's house and found the two sexiest brunettes in the world waiting on me in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen.
Kara, my sweet, fine as hell, Kara was wearing a tinny, tight dark blue lacy bra and thong. The dark blue hugged her dark tan skin, creating a sexy contrast when the light hit her curves. Her long, wavy dark hair draped over her shoulders, covering the thin straps of her shimmering eyelash lace and bow accented bra, which complemented the perkiness of her soft, perfectly round B-cup melons. Considering how tiny her waist was, she may have been a C cup, but I didn't really care which she was; she's fucking gorgeous.
Following the sexy curves running down her waist to her toned hips and cute little ass, my eyes trailed over the Brazilian sheer lace of her petite string thong. Looking through the sheer lace, I could see her thick, black bush trimmed into a neat triangle touching the top of her slit. Her long, firm legs looked so sexy as she posed for me when opening the door.
I wanted to reach out and grab her and fuck her right there in the open doorway. As I smiled and stood speechless, Kara grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. When her soft hand grabbed mine, my eyes caught her eyes. Holy fuck! Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the fleeting sunlight as she closed the door and showed me inside. I could barely pull my eyes away from her when she pushed my head around to show me Tara, who stood equally as gorgeous in her equally sexy, perfect-fitting black lace outfit.
To say Tara was the spitting image of Kara would be a fantastic understatement. True, they were both the hottest brunettes in the world, but Tara had long, straight dark brunette hair that too draped over her shoulders, covering the double straps of her black statement, embroidery shimmering lurex thread lacy bra that had glossy gold accents with the sexiest hint of ruby red floral lace.
The lace of her bra outlined very transparent mesh, allowing me to see her soft colored nipples poking against the fabric. Her perky melons were just as round and perfectly shaped as Kara's, but her areolas were smaller and almost blended into the surrounding lightly tanned flesh. Her tiny waist gave way to much slimmer hips and thighs, but the equally lacy and embroidered double hip strap thong made her slender frame pop like a crystal wine glass.
Tara's mesh and lacy panties barely covered her sensuous vulva, which was cleanly shaven. I'm not a super fan of bald pussies, but Tara's pussy could've looked like anything, and I'd still eaten and fucked it until my appetite was sated. Tinny straps crisscrossed her bare pussy, allowing me to see her aroused state and eager clit.
I found myself staring at Tara's body more than her glistening green eyes. The only thing that pulled my view from her vixenish grip was Kara's blue eyes. Both women stood before me as the Sacred Daughters of Aphrodite. Never had my cock strained so vexingly to break free. I was in pain, and the two horny kittens effortlessly seducing me knew it too.
Without a word, Kara led me to the living room and sat me on the couch. A camera set on the coffee table, which Tara quickly picked up as Kara push my legs apart. As Tara began filming, Kara gave me a quick lap dance, using her sensual moves to kneel between my parted thighs. She ran her hands over the agonizing bulge in my jeans, smiling at Tara and the camera as she undid the button of my jeans.
With the camera close, Kara slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled my throbbing cock from its prison. Both vixens rejoiced at the sight of my phallus. I'm guessing their husband/boyfriend wasn't as big or maybe not as hard or perhaps not as thick; I didn't really care. I just wanted to feel Kara's hot mouth wrapped around my enraged erection. Oh, my...! Her first breath was hypnotizing.
The feel of her sweet lips wrapped around my tip, gliding down my shaft, was mind-blowing. Proving her invitation was just a scam to get revenge on her husband, Kara used her tongue to stroke the underside of my shaft. She had no trouble bobbing her head up and down, slicking my pole with her wet mouth. Tara moved in closer, rubbing the back of Kara's head as Kara swallowed her way down my length. She was pro at sucking cock, a shameless cock-gobbler that needed no practice and had no doubts.
Inch after inch felt her tongue's gentle massage as she worked me into the back of her throat. Once fully swallowed, she used my cock to fuck her mouth. She was brilliant at holding her breath, and her trained gag reflex allowed her to throat-fuck herself unimpeded by coughs or gasps for air.
After several minutes of holding her breath and stroking my cock with her enchanting throat, she came up for a breath of fresh air. While catching her breath, she stroked me furiously with both hands, smiling a devilish grin at me while licking the salty saliva mixture off her lips. Tara sat next to us on the couch and got every good angle she could as Kara returned to her marvelous mouth magic.
If she wasn't massaging my cock with her throat, she was stroking me hard with two hands and licking my tip. She massaged my balls and sucked the tip of my cock like a lollipop. After thirty minutes of the most mind-numbing body-jerking blowjob I'd ever received, Kara climbed into my lap, her slick lips glistening in the light.
