1. 13. Liv And Xanthe Always Get What They Want. Part 2 of 2


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    into the room and get stuck in. Xanthe took my tea off me again and slurped at it noisily. The next thing I knew Xanthe said theatrically, “Oh No!” and ‘accidentally’ up-ended the cup in my lap. Both girls squealed with insane giggles and lunged at my jeans. “Oh no! Quick! Take them off!” I was pissed off, not least with the obviousness of their ploy. I leapt to my feet. Luckily – probably deliberately now I think about it – the tea wasn’t hot. “You girls have been watching too much porn,” I whinged. Xanthe bit back her grin and pointed to a huge steel sliding door. “Bathroom’s in there if you want to… clean up?” I decided to play along, given it was clearly going to be an interesting afternoon. I showered quickly but forcefully; jumpy that, at any moment, I could be attacked by over-horned-up girls. I wrapped a towel around my waist and steeled myself to return to them. Literally, with a quick-buff of the hand, forcing blood into my nervous manhood. I had never been with two girls, and never have since, come to think of it. Though I knew what Liv liked, I felt a distinct prickle from Xanthe. And this was an infamous wild-child, God knows what she expected. The TV noise outside was suddenly replaced by a thundering bass, mashed up with some kind of ambient cathedral chanting music. I slid the door open and stepped self-consciously out into the room. I was simultaneously surprised, relieved and disappointed not to be the centre of attention, but the reason kind of ...
    deflated me a bit. Xanthe had removed her pedal pushers and Liv was kneeling between her spread knees, pressing the flat if her hand to the gusset of Xanthe's black thong. Their eyes were locked so tight, that I faltered, feeling like a peeping Tom. Then Liv turned to me, Xanthe also, both smirking with that doe-eyed look girls give you when they know they're being sexy. Of course, they would have heard the heavy bathroom door squeak open. They knew I was watching. Any worried wilt in my ego reversed, thumping proud. They wanted me to see them. They were doing this for me. Liv jumped up, swinging her skirt along to the music, she glinted at me and wolf-whistled while Xanthe pulled out the little toolbox she used as a handbag. “We’ve sunk into debauchery,” Liv announced. “Xanthe said she’s skin up if I do a strip-tease for her. And you, of course.” I laughed and kissed her, she squeezed my bum and I sat down next to Xanthe, fascinated by the little packets and pills she was pulling out. “I’ve got some grass if you want?” I offered but Xanthe grimaced. The toolbox folded out into a platform that she rested on the sofa, between her creamy thighs. “Got it covered” she said making little pile of stuff and then expertly rolling it up in a paper. “I’m going to treat us all to… there we are... cocktail hour!” She produced a toothpick tiny - but I’m guessing extremely potent – joint. She lit it, dumped the toolbox, and scooched up to me on the sofa, then passed it over to Liv. “You first ...
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