The girl let out a low, satisfied hum as she looked up at Michael, her hand still slowly stroking Paul’s cock.
“Fuck… that was so hot watching you kiss him,” she murmured, her voice breathy. “It’s got me proper wet, baby.”
Michael had resumed fucking her slow and steady, his thick cock stretching her as he found his rhythm. While he thrust, she kept gently wanking Paul, her fingers sliding up and down his length in slow, lazy strokes.
Her eyes locked onto Paul’s and she gave him another wink. Then, without making a sound, she mouthed the words: “Let’s do more.”
“I want to see more of you guys, baby,” she said out loud, moaning softly as Michael drove into her. “Gets me so wet seeing two studs together.”
Michael grunted, hips still moving. “Yeh, slut? You want to see me kiss my buddy again?” He gave a cocky smirk, trying to stay in control. “Got to be careful, you know. He might get too excited kissing his godly best friend.”
The girl smiled, biting her lip. “That was really hot, babe… but I want to see more than that.”
Michael’s rhythm faltered for a second. He slowed his thrusts, and a hint of nervousness crept into his voice. “What kind of thing were you thinking?”
She grinned, dirty and confident. “I want Paul to lick my pussy while you fuck me.”
Michael looked unsure, his thick cock still buried inside her. “His tongue will be right by my dick…”
“Yeah, exactly,” she purred. “He can lick your dick and my pussy while you fuck me. Slobbering on both of us. So fucking sexy watching you have your best friend on his knees. Shows how much of a stud you are.”
Paul didn’t know what to make of any of this. It was all so strange. Was this girl actually into it, or was she just giving him an excuse to get close to Michael’s cock? He genuinely couldn’t tell. He also wasn’t sure he could even lick a pussy. The idea made his dick start to soften a little. But if it meant getting a taste of his best friend’s dick, well, that was worth it, surely?
If Paul looked unsure, it was nothing compared to the look on Michael’s face. The big gym lad was clearly fighting between his usual bravado and genuine uncertainty.
The girl leaned up and started kissing Michael’s sweaty chest, her lips brushing over his pecs. “Please, baby,” she whispered between kisses. “I want to see it. Just give it a go for me.”
She kept up the encouragement, her voice soft and coaxing between moans. “Come on… it’ll be so hot. Just try it for me.”
Michael hesitated for a few more seconds, still buried inside her, then finally nodded. “Alright, I’m up for it if Paul is.” He looked over at his best mate. “What do you reckon, Pauly?”
Paul looked awkward as hell and felt it even more so. “I’m not sure, man… I don’t want to make things weird.”
“Don’t worry, dude, you’re my best bud,” Michael said, trying to sound relaxed. “It’ll be cool. What happens in Ibiza stays in Ibiza, yeah?” He gave a little smirk. “Now get down there and get your tongue on my knob. The girl wants what the girl wants.”
Paul swallowed hard and moved slowly into position. He lay down between both their legs, his face inches away from where Michael’s thick cock was lodged deep inside the girl. As he got comfortable, he couldn’t help admiring Michael’s perfect muscular ass again (firm, round, and flexing slightly with every small movement).
He lowered his head and tentatively licked the girl’s pussy. It wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined. Warm and wet, mostly. He wasn’t keen on the taste, but right now all he really wanted was to move straight to Michael’s dick. He knew he couldn’t seem too keen, though, so he took it slow, giving her a few careful licks.
She moaned softly at his tentative efforts, then encouraged him. “That’s it… now give Michael some attention too.”
Paul’s nerves spiked again. This was his first dick, and it was Michael’s. He wanted to be good at this so badly, but he was terrified he’d mess it up.
Michael pulled back until just the thick head of his cock was still inside her. Paul took a long, slow lick along the hard, wet length.
“Fuck,” Michael groaned, his voice rough. “Jesus, yes… that feels good.”
That reaction flipped a switch in Paul. From the very first proper taste, he was hooked. The nerves melted away under a wave of pure desire. He stopped overthinking and just went for it. His tongue ran all over Michael’s dick as it slid in and out of the girl. He lapped at the shaft eagerly, then moved lower, sucking Michael’s heavy balls into his mouth one after the other. He took his time with them, swirling his tongue around each one, gently sucking and licking the sensitive skin while the thick cock rested hot and wet against his cheek.
Then he moved back up to the shaft, kissing and wrapping his lips around the side while it sawed back and forth.
Every now and then he’d go back to the girl with a few tentative licks, but her moans sounded fake. She clearly wasn’t as interested in that part.
The girl stopped Michael again, her hand on his chest. “He’s doing such a good job, baby. Give him a proper taste of the full thing. A reward.”
Michael was lost in the feeling now (two warm holes worshipping his big, thick eighteen-year-old cock). Heaven. He pulled out of the girl’s pussy with a wet sound, gripped his slick dick, and looked down at Paul.
“Open,” he barked.
Paul obeyed. Michael pushed forward and slammed his cock straight into Paul’s mouth. It stretched his virgin lips wide. Paul struggled to take the girth, but Michael didn’t stop. He shoved deeper, forcing his way into Paul’s throat.
Michael gripped the back of Paul’s head with one big hand and started fucking his mouth in earnest. He thrust deep, hips snapping forward, forcing more and more of his thick cock into Paul’s throat. Paul gagged and spluttered, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. This was everything he had secretly fantasised about for years: his straight best mate using his mouth like it belonged to him.
“Fuck… this is Michael,” Paul thought, head spinning. “My Michael.” The taste of the girl’s pussy mixed with Michael’s precum coated his tongue, but all he could focus on was the heavy weight of that thick dick stretching his lips and sliding over his tongue. Every time Michael pushed in deep and held it there, Paul felt a rush of pure submission and lust. He loved how full his mouth felt, how Michael’s balls slapped against his chin, how his best mate was grunting and using him without hesitation. His own cock was painfully hard, leaking against his stomach as he knelt there taking it.
Michael groaned loudly, fucking Paul’s face harder for a few more strokes before he suddenly pulled out with a wet pop. Strings of spit and precum connected Paul’s swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock.
“Good job, Pauly,” Michael panted, voice rough with arousal. “You’ve got me so fucking hard.”
Paul pulled back, dazed, his face a complete mess: covered in spit, precum, and the girl’s juices. His lips were red and puffy, his eyes glassy. He had just lived through the most erotic moment of his entire life, and his own dick was rock hard, throbbing in the air.
The girl was moaning loudly as Michael slammed back into her pussy, resuming his hard, deep fuck. She reached out and beckoned Paul closer. Still in a trance, he moved and knelt by the top of the bed. She pulled him in and kissed him deeply, tasting herself and Michael’s cock on his tongue. They swapped spit messily, her moans vibrating into his mouth as Michael continued pounding her.
She eventually pulled away but kept her face close, holding him there. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I want you to eat his ass. Worship your stud friend, Paul.”
Paul was increasingly lost in everything that was happening. He just nodded, breathless. “Fuck…” he thought. “I’d love to taste that muscular ass and submit to Michael like that.”
The girl wrapped her legs around Michael’s waist and pulled him down so he was lying full weight on top of her, their bodies pressed together. Paul moved again, shifting behind Michael so he was kneeling between both their legs.
She kept whispering praise into Michael’s ear as he slowly thrust into her. “That was so fucking hot… watching you dominate your buddy like that.”
Michael grinned, clearly loving the attention. “Yeh? You liked that? Liked me dominating my buddy? You’re such a kinky bitch.”
She smiled and kissed his neck. “We’re gonna do more, baby.”
Michael’s rhythm faltered slightly, a flicker of nervousness still there even though the initial shock was starting to wear off. He was getting into this now. “More?”
“Yeah,” she purred. “He’s going to eat your ass, babe. You’re going to love it.”
“Really?” Michael sounded unsure, but not as hesitant as before.
“Just let him try, baby,” she whispered. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
Michael hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Look, if he wants to eat my sweaty ass, that’s up to him.”
Paul really did want to. He was kneeling behind Michael now, staring at that perfect tanned muscle ass: no fat whatsoever, just tight, powerful muscle. He reached out and gently spread the cheeks.
Michael had dark hair running down his crack. This was definitely a man’s ass, and a sweaty one at that. The hole itself was tiny, never touched before, not even by a finger: a tight, light brown pucker.
Paul leaned in and licked tentatively.
Michael actually whimpered (not a grunt, not a groan, but a genuine whimper).
Paul did it again. And again. Each slow, broad lick drew the same soft, surprised sound from his best mate.
“Wow… Paul, that feels so weird,” Michael breathed, voice shaky. “Do it some more.”
Paul went to town. He ate Michael’s ass with growing hunger, tongue flat and eager, licking long stripes up and down the sweaty crack before circling the tight hole. He pressed his face in deeper, nose buried between the firm cheeks, tasting the salty, musky flavour of his best friend. Michael’s muscular ass flexed and clenched around his tongue as Paul worked.
The girl kept moaning softly beneath Michael, encouraging them both. “That’s it… eat his ass, Paul. Make him feel good.”
Michael wasn’t really fucking the girl anymore. His thick cock was just buried deep inside her, twitching occasionally, while all his focus stayed on the new sensations coming from his ass. This was completely new territory for both of them, and they were both loving it. Michael started pushing back against Paul’s face, grinding his firm ass onto Paul’s tongue, chasing every lick.
Paul got bolder. He pointed his tongue and pushed inside the tight ring, spearing into Michael’s virgin hole. The muscle resisted at first, then slowly gave way. Paul fucked his tongue in and out, tasting the warm, intimate flavour of his best mate.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Paul thought, completely lost in it. He was rimming Michael. His straight, gym-obsessed best friend. And Michael was moaning and pushing back for more.
Michael reached back with one big hand, gripping the back of Paul’s head and pulling him in even deeper. “Fuck yes, dude… eat my ass,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “You two are both filthy sluts, aren’t you? Desperate for my stud body.”
Michael’s breathing was getting ragged. He suddenly pulled out of the girl with a wet sound and rolled onto his back on the bed next to her. Without saying a word, he grabbed the backs of his own thighs and pulled his legs up tight to his chest, folding himself in half. The position spread his muscular ass wide open, completely exposing his tight, spit-slick hole.
“Jesus, Pauly… that feels fucking amazing,” he groaned, voice thick. “Do it more.”
Paul didn’t need telling twice. He dived straight back in, burying his face between those firm cheeks again. His tongue went back to work, licking broad and hungry over the tight pucker before pushing inside once more. He could feel Michael’s hole twitching and fluttering around his tongue with every thrust.
The girl was propped up on one elbow, grinning wickedly as she watched the two lads. Her fingers were busy between her own legs while she took in the show. Michael’s thick cock lay heavy against his abs, leaking long, clear spurts of precum that pooled on his defined stomach muscles.
Paul was lost in it, tongue-fucking Michael’s ass with everything he had, moaning softly into the warm, musky flesh. Michael’s legs trembled slightly as he held them up, soft groans escaping him every time Paul’s tongue pushed deeper.
Finally, Michael shoved Paul’s head away with a shaky hand. His chest was heaving, cock throbbing and twitching wildly against his stomach.
“Fuck… stop,” he panted, voice strained. “It was getting too intense. Thought I might cum just from that.”
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