Dazzling the Dazzlings

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Enter Aria
Mister Coffee

It is, of course, exactly what it looks like. Any fool can see that. It's undoubtedly, unmistakably, undeniably what it looks like. You're fucking Sonata senseless on a bench in the girl's locker room.

There is, in fact, no way you can smooth-talk yourself out of here. You're screwed, both figuratively and literally. This isn't like getting caught shoplifting where you could pretend you'd meant to pay for that candy bar; there is no believable explanation for the situation you find yourself in. That's the bad news.

The good news is that at this point, the jig is up, you've been caught red-handed, and the ball is in the other court. Nothing will make the situation any worse . . . so why stop?

“It had better be what it looks like.”

You jerk forward in surprise—eliciting a happy moan from Sonata—as the fuchsia hand runs down your arm, kneading your bicep, then back up and under, gently pressing into your armpit. It stayed there for a moment, the fingers lightly tickling, before sliding across your pec and brushing your nipple. You feel a warm weight lean up against your back as the girl kneels down behind you. “We haven't had a real man in too long.”

Her other hand joins the first, massaging your muscles and running up and down your chest. You're not sure how to react, so you just keep on thrusting. You can feel the other girl's breasts pressing into your back, and her chin is a hard line on your shoulder. You know she's watching as intently as you are.

You feel her hair brushing against your cheek as she leans forward a bit, letting herself be rocked back and forth by your movements. Her hands move just above your groin, the tips of her fingers slipping on you sweaty abs as you thrust in and out.

“I wish I could get some guy to fuck me,” she muttered, reaching down just a little bit further until her fingers touch your dick. “I guess she's just cuter.” Her chin digs into your shoulder as she cranes her neck to get a view of her hand slamming into Sonata's pussy with each one of your thrusts. It was just enough for you to see her face out of the corner of your eye, confirming what you suspected.

“Aria?”

She nods and kisses you on the cheek. “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

You feel her shifting around behind you as she moves her left arm down behind you, and a moment later she holds it up in front of your nose, her finger damp and dripping. Aria pushes it against your lips, and you obligingly suck it clean.

She's slightly more bitter than Sonata—which fits her personality perfectly—but a fine taste nonetheless. You bite her finger lightly as you reach behind you, feeling around for your target. It's not easy—the position is awkward, to say the least, and she's not wearing a skirt you can easily get under. But she already unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to give herself access, and after a bit of twisting you find the top of her jeans and move your hand to the center.

She helps you, shifting to the side and spreading her legs. Nevertheless, it comes as a surprise when you hit her slit. Unlike Sonata, she's clean-shaven.

It's a difficult angle, and something you've never imagined trying before, but your fingers know what to do, brushing gently across her clit as you reach for her dripping entrance. Her cotton panties aren't a hindrance; they serve instead as a guide, keeping where you need to be.

Her hand tightens on your shaft as you slide your fingers inside her, gently thrusting into her eager pussy.

You try your best to pleasure both women, but your pace is off—you can't focus on both, as much as you want to, and Aria is getting the short end of the stick. You know it; you feel bad about it, but your dick is demanding more of your attention than your fingers.

Not that she isn't enjoying herself some. She's rubbing up and down your back, even as she keeps her hand on your shoulders, eagerly watching you fuck Sonata.

“Can I aim your dick all over her when you come?” she whispers.

“Eww.” Sonata glares up at her. “I don't want jizz all over me. You know I don't like that.”

That's almost enough to send you over the edge. Sure, there had been rumors, and you might have imagined the possibility . . . but here and now, in the situation, it's nearly too much.

“Uh,” you mumble, unable to further process your thought.

“Then do me,” Aria demands. “I want your cock inside me, too.”

You manage to squeak out something that's properly affirmative. It's hard to have a rational thought when your dick's in one girl, your hand's in another girl's pussy, and you're imagining Aria guiding your climax all over Sonata.

“What was that?” Aria squeezes your cock.

“Okay! You can be next,” you tell her, making a promise you hope your body can keep.

“Really?” To your disappointment, Aria takes her hand off your rod and stands up.

She moves around to your side, and you occasionally risk a glance to see what she's doing. You're curious, but Sonata's a more pressing concern. It's a simple fact: something your dick is in takes priority over everything else.

Aria's clearly not willing to take this without a fight. She moves close to Sonata, trailing a hand lightly across her friend's chest, dashing your hopes as she pointedly avoids Sonata's jiggling boobs.

Once she's at the head of the bench, she bites her lip and quickly strips off her vest, dropping it primly on the bench behind her.

She pauses with her hands on the hem of her shirt, her hesitation only serving to fuel your interest. Only when she's sure she's got as much of your attention as she's ever going to get, she pulls it over her head, revealing a black bra, and a shapelier body than you would have ever guessed.

Maybe part of your problem is that you don't go out of your way to look hot, you think, but of course you'd never say that.

It's then that you notice that her pants are still unfastened, and you can clearly see an upside-down triangle of white panties, the same white panties you'd just had your hand under. And you also have a pretty good idea what you're going to see when she slides them off, but that's no reason to let your focus waver.

There are articles in men's magazines which explain in great detail how what Aria will remove next tells you how she'll behave in bed, but she bucks that potential clue to the curb as she leans over to unstrap her knee-high boots. Obviously, there's a practical aspect—you couldn't get your pants off with your boots on, and she hasn't got a prayer of getting her skin-tight pants past hers. Of all the reveals you were hoping for, though, what kind of socks—if any—she wore weren't high on your list of priorities, and you focus back on Sonata.

She's still got a hand on a boob, and she's pressing the heel of her other hand against her side, slowly sliding it up and down. You've got nothing to lose by mimicking her, so you do, pressing against her ribs and dragging down to her hip before restarting. Unsurprisingly, she matches pace with you, adding a hip thrust each time you reach her pelvis.

You turn your attention back to Aria. She's set her boots neatly beside the bench, revealing her ankle-high cotton socks, and the pegged cuffs of her pants.

She hesitates for a moment, her hands on her hips, glancing down at you and Sonata. If it's an attempt to be seductive, it fails miserably: she has her usual look of scornful disdain.

Not that you care about her facial expression. In one fell swoop, she pushes pants and panties alike down to the floor, stepping out of them and picking them up before she rises again to give you a look.

She's sexy as hell. If she didn't go around school with a semi-permanent scowl, she'd probably have hooked up with somebody a long time ago. Sure, she's a little curvier than Sonata, but you don't mind.

Aria reaches behind her back, fumbling for the hooks on her bra. Just when you're becoming convinced that it isn't only guys who have problems with the damn things, she gets it loose, letting her breasts tumble free.

If anything, they're a bit bigger than you'd guessed. If you weren't still inside Sonata, you'd rush over to her and fondle them without a second's hesitation.

She licks her lips seductively, and every bad thing you've ever thought about her vanishes from your mind. She puts a hand on hip and cocks her body over, giving you a quick pose. Then she decides to raise the stakes, and fingers herself.

Sonata, you notice, is also paying close attention to her friend.

You ought to kiss, you think, and just then Aria walks over to the front of the bench, but instead of leaning down, she straddles it and lowers herself on Sonata's face.

When you see Sonata's little pink tongue slip between Aria's lips, you lose it.

“I'm gonna—“ you begin, but it's already too late. You spray inside her, your orgasm hitting like a runaway bus. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh, my God.” It's amazing you're still forming coherent words as you collapse on top of Sonata, completely spent.

It doesn't take long to realize you've got a front-row seat to one of the best things you've ever seen. Aria is grinding down on Sonata's face, mere inches from you. Her tongue is making sloppy slobbering sounds against Aria's dripping cunt, trails of lube and saliva already running down her chin.

“Was that it?” Aria asks hopefully.

No point in lying. You nod and sit up, preparing to pull your deflating dick out of Sonata. You've got your hands on her thighs when Aria leans forward, shoving her face down into Sonata's womanhood and your cock.

You oblige her, pulling out as slowly as you can manage, her tongue tracing the topside of your turgid member all the while. When she finally comes in contact with the backside of the glans, you shiver in painful pleasure. Your head's super sensitive for a few minutes after cumming.

“Just give me a minute,” you instruct.

“Better not've lied.” She backs off until you're all the way out of Sonata, before taking your place with her head.

You back off and just watch the two girls sixty-nining. For the first time, you notice that the locker room's a bit chilly . . . you've never spent much time naked in one, and it certainly wasn't on your mind when you were fucking Sonata.

You move around to the head of the bench. While Sonata's pretty well covered by Aria's head, you can see nearly everything Aria has to offer, and the sight's enough to get a rise out of your dick. You begin stroking yourself slowly, getting a boost when you notice Sonata is watching. Until just now, you hadn't been into exhibitionism.

“I'm ready,” you announce.

Aria gives a muffled reply.

“What?”

Sonata leans her head back. “She said to put it in.”

You hesitate. You'd imagined that Aria was going to get off of Sonata, and that it would be just you and her. This was not what you'd had in mind . . . in all honestly, it was better. “Are you sure?” You look down at Sonata. “It's not going to be, um, uncomfortable?”

In reply, she reaches her hands back and grips Aria's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. You gape briefly at her fully-exposed sex, before gamely stepping forward. It's going to be a slightly uncomfortable angle, but it'll be worth it.

You have to squat slightly, and spread your legs to clear Sonata's head, but your finally get into position, sliding your throbbing dick into Aria's waiting pussy.