"Haha, no thanks, I don't need any new clothes."
Taking his arm I started dragging him toward the nearest men's clothing store. "Sure you do, Britt and I are going to make you look even more delicious."
He struggled against our tugging arms and though someone as large and powerful as him could easily have broken free he didn't, allowing us to pull him into the store. Kyle didn't seen interested in picking out his own outfits so Brittney and I chose for him. I snagged two polo shirts while Brittney went straight for a pair of jeans that I could already tell would make him look absolutely appetizing. After picking out a few more items we pushed him into the dressing room, and then laid back comfortably in two large chairs that faced the dressing rooms. I wondered just how the clothes would look on Kyle, the store was more urban than Abercrombie so I had hoped we'd find at least a few things that would look good on him. When Kyle stepped out of the dressing room I wondered if Brittney and I had picked too well. I could now feel every eye in the store focused on our chocolate hunk, eyeing him up and down.
Quickly Brittney and I raced to find more clothes for him to try on, different outfits, with different styles, he looked good in everything, from a more gangsta wardrobe to the intellectual urban, each time we changed his clothes he just looked more edible. I started to scoop up all the clothes when Kyle whispered in my ear that he hadn't brought any shopping money. I kissed him on the cheek and told him that this would be a present.
"I wouldn't feel right letting you buy me a present like this," he complained.
"Not for you, it's a present for me." He looked at me with a confused daze on his face. I reached up and kissed his cheek again and told him it was okay if he didn't understand.
With the malling completed we started on our way back home. Kyle sat in the back with Brittney, a tight fit for him but worth his while. Like two magnets drawn to one another they locked mouths the second we were out of the parking lot. Brittney's fingers crawled over his face while his large ebony arms wrapped around her pulling her closer. Periodically I glanced in my rearview mirror to watch them, but I had to stop myself in order to drive properly—it did me little good though. The sound of their lips smacking and Brittney's groans from naughty groping made it impossible for me to concentrate on the road. My pussy was on fire, roaring underneath my panties. I pushed my foot down on the gas harder than I had consciously meant to, the part of me that was hungry for Kyle's cock was forcing me to blare twenty miles over the speed limit until we pulled up in front of a long row of massive white house, the street Brittney lived on. I creaked the car to a halt, turning around in my seat to find Kyle and Brittney still going at it. Her left breast was now over the top of her low cut blouse, stuffed into Kyle's mouth. I could hear his lips sucking on her soft olive skin, I was suddenly jealous that she'd breast-fed him before me.
Oh well I thought to myself, I guess I can't expect to have all of his firsts.
Brittney pushed Kyle's mouth away from her bouncing breast, looking toward her large, one of a kind designer house. "Come on big guy," she giggled, "let's finish inside."
Brittney stuffed her breast back into her shirt and hopped out of the car. Kyle and I followed her up to the house. She didn't use a key to open it, instead flipping open a small keypad built into the wall. She pressed several numbers, causing a series of clicks, after which the door cracked open. Brittney, Kyle, and I entered the upscale home, Brittney tugging Kyle's arm down to her lips to whisper in his ear. "I'll tell you the code so you can get in if you ever need a good fuck." She whispered the combination even though I already knew it.
We moved from the front room to the stairs, located midway through the house. We climbed the stairs while Brittney explained to Kyle how her father was the architect who designed the house and how lots of cutting edge computer technology had been built into it making it a state of the art home. Kyle's eyes were wide with amazement, he asked more question the same way Brittney and I had badgered him early.
I yawned with waning interest. I'd heard the speal about Britt's house plenty of time, so my interest was more focused on the action that was coming. I knew my pussy was eager to fuck but I was surprised by how excited I was at the idea of watching Brittney get fucked. The thought of her tight little virgin twat getting stuffed with Kyle's big dick made me hot inside and caused the tingle between my legs to grow stronger.
I found it curious that we passed Brittney's room all together—she quickly explained that they were having work done on it to extend the space but not to worry, we'd be doing our business in a room equally as nice, her little sister's.
Brittney tossed the door open, ushering Kyle and I inside. It was a typical room for the fourteen-year-old daughter of wealthy parents. A closet full of clothes, a dresser, small makeup station, another dresser, computer desk with computer and TV stand equipped with a flat LCD TV, blu-ray player and files of DVDs and blu-rays.
Brittney strolled over to the bed, plopped down and patted the seat next to her. Kyle first looked at me then, realizing she was calling him, rushed over to sit beside her. I pulled up the chair from the computer desk and took a seat right in front of them. Having fucked Kyle twice I knew I was in for a good show and didn't want to miss a minute of it.
Kyle started where he had left off in the car, Brittney's voluptuous breast. This time she pulled her shirt completely over her head, revealing her perfectly shaped c cup breasts. She claimed they were d cups but I wouldn't say they were anymore than a 38 C. She wore no bra allowing Kyle free access to her, as he groped a soft tit in one hand he hungrily suckled a mouth full of the other. Brittney moaned in pleasure, her hands danced over his head down to his back. It was astounding to watch him, it was like he'd just realized how enjoyable breasts were, I couldn't help but giggle at how cute it was.
Brittney's body heaved forward, her back arched, pressing her chest against his face. He showed his thanks by slurping hard on her now flushed and very rip nipples. From were I was I could see how stiff they'd gotten, like erect little clits. When his mouth covered the large portion of her breast I could just imagine how his tongue stroked against those rock hard nipples and the pressure of his slurping, and when he moved his lips back to bite down on it, I just about lost it.
Like a child who couldn't decide what candy he wanted to eat Kyle switched back and forth between breasts, leaving them both wet with saliva and nipples hard. By that time I'd started to finger my pussy and grope my breasts. With my forefinger and thumb I pinched my nipple, it hurt but felt so satisfying at the same time. My heart leapt with excitement when Kyle left her nipples behind, going down to her feet, sucking them as passionately as he had sucked mine on the football field. His tongue traced up the side of her foot, rolling over her pinky toe, before he opened his mouth and started lightly suckling on the whole of her foot. My fingers squeezed my breast all the harder as my fingers pumped faster in my soaked pussy. My panties—moved to the side—were a complete mess, so drenched in my juices I could have squeezed enough secretion to fill a cup.
"Kyle!" Brittney groaned, squeezing the front of her pants. "I need something in my mouth." Brittney parted her lips wide, sticking her tongue out and rubbed the tip of her finger over it. My best friend is such a horny little slut was the thought that ran through my head as I watched her, still pumping my pussy with my middle and index finger. I did a good job of making sure my fingers rubbed over my clit while I did. Soon I was moaning out my first orgasm, cumming on my fingers. I saw Kyle glance at me from the corner of his eye but kept the focus of his attention on Brittney like a gentlemen. He stood tall in front of her allowing her to dropped down to her knees and pull down his pants as he worked his shirt over his head. The image of his figure left her dazed. I was a bit stunned too, even though I'd seen his body it still amazed me. Such a picture of perfect masculine beauty, one couldn't help but ogle out of respect for the artistic grace that went into creating him. A hairless chest covered in thick muscle, arms much the same. Long muscle packed legs and calves; the only part of his body with any hair was the long unruly mane on the top of his head and the impossibly thick forest over his crotch from which the biggest, blackest penis I'd ever seen protruded.
