The Curse - Girlfriends
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Miette befriends Chelsee from T.V., gets in a fight with her exchange family, goes to live with Chelsee
Miette brings him back to Chelsee's, where they 'share' him in exchange for Chelsee getting more results
Caden closed his locker, and had hardly turned around when Miette wrapped him in a slightly uncomfortable hug. Uncomfortable both because his curse had made her quite strong, and because he could never completely control his reaction to her tight abs and firm tits smashed up against him. Part of him didn't want her to let go, and part of him wanted her desperately to let go before he'd pass the point of embarrassment.
"Miss me?" As she let go, she leaned casually into the locker, giving him a playful look. "I know you did." Caden was impressed with how much better her English was getting, but she still spoke with a thick French accent.
"Of course! It's been a couple days. Where have you been?" It was Thursday, and Caden hadn't received more than a couple text messages from her since Tuesday night. Originally, she had been cryptic and somber, saying something was up and he wasn't going to see her in school for a few days. Then she said not worry, everything was okay.
"Ummm, busy. I fight with my exchange family. They didn't like that I'm adult and control my own schedule." She bit her lip in a teasing sort of way. "I moved out."
"You what?!" Her admission caught Caden by surprise. Children didn't just move out of their parents houses. Though her situation was different. Not only was her exchange family not her parents. She was an orphan, and now that she was eighteen, she really was on her own. She'd been talking about it ever since her birthday a few weeks earlier.
"I moved in with a new friend." She tucked in close, as if to let her proximity soften the blow. "You'll like her, alot." Her suggestive innuendo, coated in French accent, was too much for me to think much about in public, so I tried my best to dismiss it.
"Alright. That's certainly a surprise. Well. After school then?" I closed my locker, still trying to move on without conjuring any sexual images. The sly look on Mimi's face wasn't helping.
"Oui, oui, ma cherie. If you can wait." She leaned in, giving me a smooth peck on the cheek, before backing away down the hall, half facing me, blowing me a kiss. This girl was seriously trouble.
After school, I found her in the parking lot sitting on the hood of a red camaro, older but sharp. She dangled the keys before heading for the driver side. "Get in, mon jouet."
"What?!" I made my way over the passenger door. "Is this your car? How could you afford this?" The engine started up in a roar, before calming down.
"No no. It is borrowed." She didn't offer anymore before shifting into gear and somewhat recklessly pulling it out of the space, and the lot. Looking over at her at the wheel; her grey t-shirt not quite connecting with her jeans; her long hair flowing down over her body - I noticed a change.
"Your hair. Did you dye it?" She turned her face, offering a wordless smirk before her hand ran along dark locks, resting them closer to the center of her chest (pic pic). It seemed innocent, but the way she pulled the hair aside drew attention to her shape under the fabric. She was looking at the road. I was no longer looking at her hair. "It looks good."
"Mmm. Merci, merci. Music?" She reached out, pushing the volume knob to turn on the radio. Out came an older classic rock song. I was about to change it when she started moving herself to the beat, bobbing her torso side to side. Even in her conservative v-neck, appropriate for a day at school day, she looked incredibly hot. As she moved, the shirt would stretch tight, making even more apparent the muscular shape of her body. However, it was her tits that drew most of my attention.
As she drove, I occasionally glanced out the window to watch our route, but mostly I watched her body bop to the beat - the beckoning curve of her breast shifting, her hair covering the small hint of cleavage her shirt allowed. Thanks to my curse, she was more than incredibly hot, and while I resisted reaching over to her while she was driving, I couldn't help let my mind run away from me.
It didn't take long for images to appear. In the short three months we'd been together, we'd had countless sexual encounters, most of them augmented by my curse. When she smirked at me silently across the car, I could almost hear her sexual taunts in my mind, accented in deep french. "Faites-moi," she'd say, before reminding me what it means, "make me. Make me how you like."
A moment later, the shape in her shirt puffed. It was subtle at first, then the plumping curve showed itself at her neckline. The hem rose up as well, showing off an inch of skin. She briefly looked at me, having felt the change. This wasn't just how I liked them. She didn't want to cause a stir at school, but as soon as she graduated, she wanted this all the time. Once her eyes were back on the road, she played with the bottom of her shirt, showing off the cut lines of her abs, almost as a reward.
When she pulled the car to a stop in the apartment complex, it wasn't a moment too soon. Teased with the shape of her tummy any longer and my mind might have gotten away from me. As we got out of the car, backpacks in tow, something about this place looked very familiar. It wasn't until she was turning a key in the door that I put it together.
"Chelsee ? Chelsee is your roommate?" In my surprise, it came out as a worried accusation. She paused before turning the knob, nudging closer to me.
"Oui, oui. en emoi? excited?" She didn't wait for a response. She turned the knob, pushing in. Suddenly what had seemed like a strange turn of events was becoming palpably arousing. I could remember the last time I saw Chelsee , the day we brought her into the truth, the secret. The eyes of her six-foot-five self, looking down at me wanting, before I put on the brakes at Kendra's request.
Inside the door, I peered around, wondering if Chelsee was there. Mimi playfully swung her book-bag at me, making fun of my interest in her roommate. "Hey! Attention Ă moi! She is not here. Come, let me show you the apart-a-ment." I dropped my bag, and followed her towards the only exit, a small hallway, past a bathroom, into a bedroom. It was large compared to my room at home, with a metal four-poster bed against an exposed brick wall. There was a large dresser, a few end tables, a small chair, and a closed door.
"This is your room? Or hers?" She giggled, and it took me a moment to realize I'd just seen the entire apartment. There was only one bedroom. She took my hand, pulling me towards the bed.
"This is where we sleep." She ran her hand across the white sheet before crawling on top. "Does it bother you? That I share a bed with a woman?" She laid on her side, her arm propped up on the far pillow. In the process, her shirt had been pulled up, showing off more of her chiseled tummy.
"N..No. I suppose, I don't," I struggled to figure out what I was trying to say. "I don't know what this all means, exactly, but it doesn't exactly -bother- me." I crawled up on the bed, lying sideways facing her. "What does it mean? Exactly? Is she your girlfriend now?"
"Oui et non." She inched her body closer, reaching her hand around, pulling us together, slipping her tongue into my mouth for minute of soft kiss. Then she laid on her back, her breasts propped up between us, as she pulled the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her whole tummy. I reached out to caress her. "Cela signifie, I like you and I like her. You like her too, no?" She arched her back, somehow inching her shirt up and off without leaving the bed. Underneath, her stretchy light duty sports bra looked about a size too small after my attention in the car.
"Sure, I like her. Thought I don't really know her." That was an understatement. In fact, the only thing I knew about her was how amazing she looked after she became the third person to know about my curse, though in her own way. Kendra was the girl next door, turned up to a 12 out of 10; Miette was an impossible combination of busty and fitness muscle; and Chelsee was like a playboy co-ed chiseled to perfection.
"Bon, bon." Mimi abruptly turned her attention to her own chest, lifting herself slightly. "You like them bigger, no?" Then she ran her finger across the neckline. Her display was so distracting, I didn't notice her other hand move until it was gently brushing my crotch. The pouty look she put on was just for show, as she knew what was coming - the change paradoxically slow yet dramatic.
The stretchy material of her bra moved out of the way in all directions, as the shape of her breasts expanded. When the growth finished, they were not only puffing out the top, but the sides as well. She briefly slipped her fingers into the tight cleavage between them. "She told me she very much wants to see you again. I told her you are mon ami, but that I will share you with her." Mimi's sexy French lilt made admission seem even sexier, but it didn't shock me. My mind had long ago prepared for where this was going.
"So you just talked and slept then? Sharing the bed?" My suggestion was sarcastic. I knew exactly where this was going. There was no way that was all they did.
"Ohh, no. We kissed. We had le sexe feminin, several times." She reached for the bottom of her sports bra, repeating the body movement that somehow freed it over her head. This is the part I knew she liked best, the way her tits unnaturally held their shape even when the bra came off. My hands wasted no time moving to appreciate them. Again, she grabbed at my crotch. "Mmm, you can watch us. Then I want to see you fuck her. Will you?" Somehow, Mimi's accent made crass words sound sexy and refined. "Take these off."
I wasted no time complying with her request, as she did the same, stripping her pants free. She coaxed me onto her, posing her arms over her head, her muscled body and oversize tits preventing any hope of keeping my sexual response in check. Still, I tried to take it slow. She pulled me in, burying her long tongue deep in my mouth, forcing me faster than I was ready to go. Here motions were so strong I had to strain to stop her.
"Awww. Plus. Rapide. Se il vous plait. Faites-moi. Fais-moi baiser." It was hard to resist her calls for more, as I knew if I threw myself into it, I'd last mere seconds. Not that she ever complained. However, her calls to 'make me. make me to fuck.' were too much. Even as I tried to keep my mind calm, my motion slow, I felt her expanding. First her tits pressed into my chest. She brought her arms up, holding herself, as her body lengthened, expanded, forcing both me and her hips down the bed. She looked at me with a smile that suggested she enjoyed this as much as sex itself, then she egged me on more. "Plus. Faites-moi. Enjoy me."
God she was so sexy. I propped myself up as her growth forced her face out of reach, only to be pulled back onto her. She loved this, laying me down on her body as she expanded. A moment later her growth dragged my face down between her tits. The were massive, my cheeks rubbing them on either side. I latched on, sucking on the inside of her now giant left tit. "Mmmm. Oui, baby. Rendre grand et sucer." Her French exclamation somehow so much sexier than the English, "make them big and suck them." Still, I did it all the same. As she became bigger still, I felt the proportion of her body dwarfing my own.
After a few minutes of her hand burying my head into those massive tits, she reached down, encouraging our sex. Pulling me into her now sloshy, roomy sex. It was probably the only thing that allowed me to last minutes, lying on top of her, a now eight foot tall goddess of French sex. She drove things from here, working me against her as best she could, rubbing me against her clit. Sometimes we were lucky, and she got herself. Sometimes I couldn't hold out. This time was looking like the latter. "Aaaah! Uhhhhh!" I moaned, losing voluntary control. She didn't slow, she kept pulling me into her.
"Oui, oui, baby. Go baby," she encouraged as my body slid up and down atop hers, my cheeks now crashing rather than rubbing into her tits. I convulsed into her, whimpering softly into the climax, as she slowly rocked me, then finally stopped. "Chelsee , come out." If I hadn't just come into my towering French sex toy, I might have startled at what she had just said. Come out?
I heard a door creak across the room, and turned to see Chelsee , her stunningly gorgeous, but normal self, emerging from the closed door. She had a sexy but understated pajama top and bottom set on; the expression on her face half awe, half stupor. She wasn't looking at me at all, her entire attention focused on Miette. "Ohh my fucking god," she exclaimed with understated softness as she crossed the room. "You are a goddess. He made you a fucking goddess." She finally looked at me, my face still cheek down in Miette's oversize tits. "You made her a fucking goddess!"
She knelt on the bed next to us, leaned in, and kissed Miette. I quickly peeled myself off her, propping up just quick enough to see Chelsee struggling to handle the super-sized version of Miette's already oversize tongue. Chelsee's body gently bouncing, as if unable to control the emotion running through her. I slid down, working myself off Miette, grabbing a tissue to awkwardly but quickly wipe myself. Watching Chelsee, I could see my awe in her, the first time it happened. She cupped her hands on either side of one giant breast as it dwarfed them. Then she planted her lips, mashing into the skin until she made her way to the nipple.
Miette curled her finger at me, encouraging me to mirror Chelsee on the other tit. A moment later Chelsee and I were opposite each other, each with lips plants against the giant tits. "Oui. Sucer, sucer," came the encouragement. I knew how much Miette loved it, letting me enjoy her oversize body.
A few minutes later, I'd had my fill. I stood, tapping Chelsee, interrupting her dazed fondling and sucking. "Let her stand." We exited opposite sides of the bed, before Miette gently moved her legs over to Chelsee's side. She moved slowly, careful to bend and contort herself under the metal bedpost frame too short for her. Then she stood, her giant form towering over Chelsee. The normal sized woman looked tiny, peering up at the giant breasts almost completely over her head.
After Chelsee's shock faded, she wrapped herself around Miette, rubbing into her body with almost frantic action. Her hands reached up, fondling and grabbing at the giant tit pressed down into her head. Then she worked them down, over her sides, grabbing the hips that were almost as high as her own chest. Finally, she looked over at me. "This is fucking unbelievable. I mean, I can't believe this. How?!? How is this possible?!?" I had no explanation to offer her. However, Mimi had something better.
She reached down, lifting up the 5'7" girl as if she were nothing more than a small child. A moment later she was straddling Mimi's hip, her face finally clearing Mimi's huge tit. "I told you. It is good, no?" Mimi's simple rhetorical question somehow holding such gravity. "Souhaitez-vous? Would you like to?" Chelsee looked at her, then at me, then at her, as if it hadn't yet occured to her that it could happen to her.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She looked over, "you can make me like her?" Mimi had already approached before she set Chelsee down, casually putting her hand on the top of the bed-frame, making it look small, drawing more attention to her size. It only took a moment for Chelsee to be against me, her hand wrapping my cock. I'd skipped by the shock of being naked in front of her, but the quick intimacy caught me off-guard, and I stumbled back sitting onto the bed.
"Mimi said she would bring you here. She said I could give you a proper thank you for this body. She told me to stay in there and watch. She did -not- tell me about -this-." Her hand made a vague gesture towards Mimi, then she stared right into my eyes. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now." She leaned down, pulling my lips to hers.
Her kiss was soft at first, teasing. Then more involved. She didn't have Mimi's long tongue, but she had a seasoned skill all her own. A pace, a sexy, teasing, cadence. Her lips were large, and plush. She nibbled at mine before the kiss ended. "I'm ready. I'm ready to be big like her. Then I'm going to rock your world." Her attitude was very different than Kendra or Mimi. She was confident, direct, even a little pushy. It was kinda sexy, but what was more sexy was the thought of her perfect centerfold body, standing next to Mimi.
I looked over at Mimi, long enough for her to give me the most sinister of looks. Then back at Chelsee. She didn't know it, but she was already growing a little. I could see it. She moved to grab her top, presumably as another part of her confidence, but I reached to stop her. "Leave it on." She nodded, smiling, as she gave me a hand, helping me up off the bed. With naked eight foot tall Mimi behind her, I was definitely aroused, but I was also recently spent.
Mimi knew I needed more. She bent down, not quite whispering into Chelsee's ear. "Flaunt yourself. Make him excited." Chelsee edged up close to me again, this time slowly wrapping her hand around my cock with dramatic tension.
"You like that, don't you? Feeling my hand on your cock. You'll like it more when I'm bigger, won't you? You think this little top is going to be big enough for me? When you're done?" She looked down at herself, the perfect shape of her tits visible through a top I could tell now was partially transparent. Her growth was no longer subtle, as she crested five-foot-ten, nearly my height. "Mmmm. You like my body don't you? Mimi said she wants to watch. Watch me fuck you. You'll like that won't you, when I'm bigger. Ohh look, I'm taller than you. How is my top doing?"
Looking up, she seemed already three or four inches taller than me. Then I looked down, her tits stretching a see-through top even more thinly. Whereas Mimi's tits were a massive oversize playground, Chelsee's were simple perfection. Simple, impossible, perfection. They were medium sized, athletic, and like Mimi's seem to hold a shape all on their own. Her free hand grabbed mine, running it up her torso, encouraging me to touch them, to feel them. I couldn't resist, I slipped my hand under the sheer fabric, cupping her wonderful shape. As I fondled her, she leaned her lips to my ear.
"You know, Caden. I can make you scream before you ever get inside me. Would you like that?" Suddenly, her gentle grip on my cock shifted, and she started gently rubbing me with her fingers. "A tantric handjob?" Then she twisted her fingers around me, sending a shudder through my spine. "Mmm, you like that, don't you." When she stopped whispering, standing upright, her size -almost- surprised me. She was easily seven-feet-tall, right between Mimi's height and my own. My hand was still under her top, but now I was reaching up to keep it there. She looked down. "I think it's time for that top to go, don't you?"
I started to lift it, but she just grinned, reached in with her free hand, grabbed at the middle, and gently tore it open. A moment later Mimi finished the job, tearing the pieces off her shoulders. "This is really incredible." She looked down at me as she brought her free hand up to my face, palming my cheek. Her other hand still dexterously rubbing and teasing at my cock. "I must be seven fucking feet tall. This is so fucking -hot-."
Then suddenly, surprised, I found myself falling back. She had firmly pushed me onto the bed. Looking up at them, Chelsee curled her arm around Mimi, who still was still a foot taller. "You like to watch?" She leaned down a little, cupping Mimi's massive breast up to her lips. She tongued her nipple, showing off, fondling her, then worked her way up. Mimi looked at me, before leaning down to meet her lips. The two danced the tongues together, Mimi's arm still braced on the bed-frame above me.
I crawled back as I watched, lying on the bed, propping my head on the pillow. It wouldn't be long now. Chelsee was almost as tall as Mimi as she reached for the bedframe. Then suddenly they stopped kissing. Chelsee stood as tall as she could, pulled their bodies together, and both of them stared down at me intently. Their breasts smashed together, and I realized they were now both eight foot giants. If anything, Chelsee might have been a hair taller, her slender form encouraging me to push too far.
Mimi whispered something into Chelsee's ear before each of them grabbed one of my feet, smirking as they pulled me far away from the headboard. I felt like a ragdoll, moved effortlessly by their strength. As their giant forms flanked the bed, I looked side to side, watching them crawl in, careful not to hit their heads on the frame. Once they settled on their sides, I realized the purpose of their conspiracy. Not only was I flanked by their massive bodies, but they'd lined me up so my head was flanked by their massive breasts.
"Vous etes si sexy." I didn't need to see their faces to know Mimi wasn't talking to me. Suddenly, both their bodies leaned in, Chelsee's smaller breast pressing into me, while Mimi's smashed over my face. I latched my lips onto the flesh, sucking and licking at it. It was easy to tell what they were doing. They were kissing, with me sandwiched in the middle. At first I thought this was just a quick tease, but they didn't show any sign of stopping. Suddenly, Mimi's breast tore free of my lips and smashed around my face, and I could tell Chelsee was fondling it. A few moments later, it stopped, and the hand fell onto my cock.
Her motion was gentle. Just a rhythmic rubbing, not a hint of urgency as they continued kissing above me. A few moments later, they both leaned away as the kiss ended. Then Mimi's hand lifted my chin as I saw upside down faces looking back. "Etes-vous bien? Are you good?" I nodded emphatically. Besides the pure fantasy of being sandwiched between these two sexual goddesses, Chelsee's hand was still rhythmically rubbing me down below.
"Caden, you're girl is an insane kisser. I mean seriously fucking insane. You don't mind your girlfriend having a girlfriend do you?" Mimi and I both laughed. "Think of it like having two girlfriends, you get to have her, and me! Good deal right?" I started to nod, when she firmly twisted her hand around my cock, sending a shudder through my entire body. "I fucking love this. You have no idea how hot it's making me, rubbing you off, sandwiched between us. You don't mind if I take my time do you?"
"N..No. Not.. at... a..alll." The pattern of her rubbing made it hard to finished any kind of thought. "I'mm.. na.na.na.never moving from.. this sa..sa. spot. Soo.oo. amm..aazing." The two girls giggled at his speech difficulty.
Then Mimi's hand came into view, rubbing Suzette's perfect breast. "Aimez-vous? Do you like? Ils sont parfaits? Perfection. No?" A moment later, Mimi pulled at her body, leaning that perfect tit right down onto his lips. This time he was able to reach a hand up, fondling Suzette as he sucked. A moment later, Mimi forced the flesh away from his lips. "Peu? Ou Grand?" She dangled her own breast inches from his lips.
"Do..I..." Suzette rang her hand around the head of his cock, as if she was intentionally trying to stop him from answering. He struggled hard to finish the sentence as best he could, "..ave..ave. to ch.cha.choose?"
"Good answer, little man. I can see I've been dating the wrong kind of guys. I should be with a man who know how to appreciate a woman, has a sexy girlfriend, and who can make me a massive fucking sex kitten!" Both the girls snickered, before leaning in for another round of kissing. As before, Mimi's giant tit landed on my face. This time though, she wasn't so passive, she seemed to be using her hand to mash it into me. A few minutes later, I felt like I was struggling for air and slapped my hand onto Mimi's bare thigh. They quickly broke free.
"Sorry, babee. I am too horney! Je veux un climax. Je bessoin d'un climax. Je suis desole." I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't in any position to do anything about it. I was still pinned to the bed between them, Suzette rubbing the head of my cock, holding me in a trance like state. "Mmmm. Uhhhh." From her sounds, and the motion of her body, I could tell she really couldn't wait any longer. She was taking matters into her own hands, masturbating right next to the two of us.
"Ohh no you don't." Suzette immediately responded, reaching over me to push Mimi onto her back. "That clit is mine." Suzette sat up, then smiled as she leaned her body over me, bringing her face to Mimi's sex. With her giant body hanging over me, I felt like I was part of a strange game of naked sex vixen twister. My hands moved involuntarily, caressing the side of her body, and the side of her breast.
"Mmmm. Uhnnnn." Mimi's moans increased, as Suzette continued eating her out. Then as my hands explored Suzette, somehow I started reaching, then sliding, then reaching towards her crotch. I couldn't stop it. It's like the female sounds of pleasure were driving me to it. When I finally got my hand into her labial folds, I found her dripping wet. I also think I startled her, but a moment later her hips were gyrating, encouraging my movement. "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Mimi's body was moving now, edging close to climax. "Oui! Uhnnnnn!" I felt her body spasm, as she finally let it go, and for a time we all relaxed.
A few moments later, Suzette lifted herself up onto her knees. She looked down at me, her body a towering pillar of sex. A faint musk and signs of liquid dripping onto her thigh. "You two are going to absolutely ruin me. Absolutely fucking ruin me. You, up, now. " She pulled on my arm, surprising herself as she had to catch me to stop me from being tossed off the bed. "Whoa, sorry. I haven't forgot about you, but if I don't get your girl's tongue on my clit right now, I'm going to go postal. Don't go anywhere. You're next." With that she crawled up onto Mimi, moving the bed so much I felt safer slipping off onto solid ground.
I turned around to see the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Chelsee was straddling mimi's face, her bare ass hovering just inches away from Mimi's giant tits. They were so large, Chelsee's hands held onto the top frame, above the headboard; while Mimi's feet extended almost two feet beyond the bottom of the bed. For a minute I stood there, watching the woman grind into Mimi's face, as she exclaimed. "Ohh yes, fuck yes. Do that thing that... Ohh yes, that. Fuck. Fuck!"
Then I couldn't resist. I walked around the side of the bed, walking close, marveling at them. Chelsee's head was easily a foot above mine. I reached out, one hand in front, feeling up her body, the other hand grabbing her ass. It felt larger than it looked, the size of them playing tricks on perception. Her only reaction was to move her arm, trying to give me more room to feel her up, which I did. A part of me wanted to do more, to kiss or lick her, but she was awkwardly out of reach.
Instead, I decided to climb up behind her, straddling Mimi. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced, inching my way up Mimi's giant body. Straddling a super-sized fantasy was entirely different than a normal girl. A normal sized girl you supported yourself with your knees, careful not to put weight on her. Which was easy, because she's small. However, I was fully sitting on Mimi's torso, my knees hardly reaching the bed. It wasn't the first time I'd done it, as we'd played like this many times before. However, it was the first time approaching the bare ass of another giant woman, gyrating herself, screaming in pleasure. It was, in Chelsee's parlance, fucking unreal.
"Yes. Don't. Stop. Tongue. Yes!" When I was close to Chelsee, I reached my hands onto her hips, caressing them, holding them. I felt her rhythm, I tried to be part of it. However, I wasn't prepared for how firmly her movements would yank me. She thrust herself forward, pulling my lap into Mimi's giant tits, and causing me to fall off balance, face first into gyrating ass. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit rough, trying to right myself while smacking into her gyrating hips. By the time I sat up, my nose had been hit three times rather hard. But God was it sexy.
From there, I decided to keep my distance. Treating myself to the easy prize. I wrapped my hands around Mimi's giant tits, squeezing them, and even bumping myself into them a little as I watched Suzanne near her climax. "Uhh. Uhh. Uhh.. Ohh. Uhh. Myy.. Yesssss. Yesssssss. Awwwwwwww." After just a couple more short motions, she stopped, settling herself onto Mimi's chest, practically sitting what seemed like a giant ass in my lap. A beautiful giant ass.
Chelsee turned, reaching her hand back, patting me. "Sorry, little guy. Didn't mean to be so rough. You okay?" Got she was gorgeous, they both were.
"Yeah, I bare-wee survived.... this torture. You two are hard on a whittle guy." I tried to play it up. Get some sympathy. It worked, kinda too well.
"Ohh, poor whittle woo." Chelsee poured on the sass, mocking me, reaching her hand down to my still hard cock. "Did the -big- girls we make your whittle guy hard?" Mimi, chuckled, her lips and race turned red from the extended friction. "You stay right there, and -big- Suzzie will take good care of your hard whittle guy." Suz leaned to one side, startling me as she lifted her opposite leg high and inches over my head. This girl didn't just look like a playboy centerfold, she moved like a gymnast. Mimi smirked, her hands gripping my thighs in a gesture that said, 'you heard her, you're not going anywhere'.
I realized I lost track of Chelsee, and a moment later I found out why. The movement of the bed told me she was climbing up from behind. I felt her settle in, straddling Mimi, right behind me. I craned my head back, landing in a firm mound of breast flesh as she looked down from above. Her hand rubbed up my neck. "Hey whittle guy. Time for me to take care of all that two-ouble we made. First, you're going to need something to hold onto." She took my hands, placing them each square in the center of one of Mimi's giant tits. This was getting really cheeky. I made a wry smile at Mimi. She looked very amused.
A moment later, Chelsee's hands had reached around, and were fondling me. I suddenly realized what she had been doing earlier was nothing more than a light tease. These motions were *intense*. The fingers of each hand rubbed back and forth, around the head, in concert. I shuddered once, then twice. "Ohh, your hard whittle guy likes to be tortured by -big- Ceesee." I couldn't help looking down, seeing what she was doing to cause those sensations. She held me in one hand, gently dragging her opposite palm against the tip. Then she flowered her fingers, dancing them gently in and out.
Unlike intercourse, where every second became a struggle not to climax, this was driving me crazy with no end in sight. She just kept rubbing, kneading, and twisting. Each time I thought she was bringing me close to something, she'd shift her motions, putting it at bay. The hunger to climax started to build, and I felt myself bucking into her motions. "Awww... Is you hard whittle guy getting anxious?" She squeezed the base, hard, stopping me from getting any sensation. "Ceesee promised you a handjob that will make you scream. And you will scream, whittle man. You will beg me, and you will scream."
She resumed her motion, palming me, rubbing me. If her motions were not enough to send me into sexual overdrive, looking down at the undeniably sexy backdrop that was Mimi sure did. Unexpectedly, she changed her motion, firmly twisting the head once then twice. It sent a shudder running through me and made my arms feel so weak, that even with Mimi's tits to lean on I almost buckled over.
I felt completely powerless, will-less, melting to butter between these two sexy vixens. It wasn't enough for Chelsee though. She bucked unexpectedly hard, her crotch bumping me several inches forward. In fact, I might have fallen over, if Mimi hadn't seen my already weak arms, holding them to prop me up. I felt dizzy as I looked down, to watch Chelsee lay my cock between Mimi's huge breasts. Then she slowly, deliberately pressed them together over me. "Awww. How does the hard whittle guy like it? Being all cozy between her giant tits?" I didn't want to interfere with the motion, so I lifted each hand, only to find Mimi holding me firmly, preventing me from reaching anything else.
I looked down at Mimi, expecting to see her dominant look, not expecting to see what came next. She extended her long tongue, inches below her chin, leaning her head forward. I could see exactly what she was implying, threatening, offering. It was too late to resist. Her tongue immediately extended, a quarter inch, then another, then another. Chelsee was gently and carefully rubbing Mimi's tits over me when she noticed. "Ohh you're such a baaaddd whittle man. You've been holding out on me. I didn't know you could do *that*!"
Mimi now looked surreal, and almost a little scary, her tongue extending more than four inches down past her chin. Just then, it dipped out of sight between her tits, and a moment later I felt it tickling, then squirming along-side my cock. "Mimi, don't you dare finish him off. I'm not done with him!" I felt dizzy. I don't know if was mental over-stimulation, or because I'd literally crossed the point of not having enough blood to fuel my cock and brain at the same time. The more sensation I felt, the more I thought about her tongue wrapping around me, and the more I thought about her tongue wrapping around me, the more sensation I felt. The sensation was surreal now, like a pulsing, throbbing squeeze.
My body started to slump, and finally curiosity got the better of Chelsee. "Are you being a bad girl? His whittle cock is mine." She let her hold on Mimi's breasts go, and let out a brief gasp at the sight. "Ohh my fucking.. I am going insane?" I struggled to focus, finally able to see that my delirium had driven Mimi's tongue to ridiculous proportions. Is was literally twisted my cock six or seven times. She slowly, carefully dragged it free, careful not to send me over the edge.
Unwrapped, Mimi's tongue looked obscene, laid out her chest. It had to be three feet long. She started playing, wriggling it down her body, briefly licking her own nipple before continuing. Chelsee and I were both entranced, and for a moment, I was given a little rest. Then Chelsee startled, "ohh! ohh! she just.. ohh! her tongue is fucking inside me. Nooo," she whined. "I'm trying to take care of you whittle man. Stop her. Ohhh. Come on. Don't you want -big- Ceesee back to rubbing and teasing your hard whittle cock? Uhhh. Uhhh!"
Knowing how Mimi's impossible tongue was torturing her, knowing I'd made that happen, was seriously hot. However, I was dying, I was over the edge. I inhaled, doing my best to pull back Mimi's elongated instrument. It receded faster than it grew, sliding up the valley between her breasts, until Mimi pulled her normalized tongue back in her mouth. "No fun. Je veux deux a la fois. Two at once. No?"
"No! I can't think with that magic tongue slithering up my clit. Now behave, and let me pleasure -our- little man." I chuckled at their exchange. It was actually quite comical. However, once Chelsee's hand was back on me, the laughing quickly turned to panting. "That's right, don't you laugh at me. Right now, I own you." She traced her fingers around the tip, then rubbed them in a scissor movement which caused muscles in my groin to painfully seize.
"I think, since -our- girlfriend is living here now, and you have -both- of us -fucking you-," rather than crass, her voice was now breathy and whispy in an undeniably sexy way, "and at your beck and call, we might renegotiate my results a little bit." I looked up at Mimi, and she just smirked, as in, she wasn't going to cross this conversation. "I've always been short, and five-foot-seven is nice, but I think five-foot-ten would be so much nicer. Ohh, and I could use just a tiny bit more up top. Don't you think?" Before I could even think to answer, she started rubbing around the head firmly. "Well?"
I honestly couldn't answer. My legs were starting to shake, my jaw started to tremble. I would have collapsed on Mimi long ago if she wasn't firmly holding me up. Chelsee addressed Mimi, "this the best part. In a minute, he's going to beg and scream for me to finish him. He wants it to go on, but he wants it to end. Don't you, my sweet Caden? Promise me I can be five-ten and I'll give you what you want." The motions were the same as before, but she was cycling between them faster now. Twisting, then rubbing, then scissor, then patting. Nothing long enough to make a consistent rhythm.
I heard myself start to whimper. "More, please, more." I wanted more, the whole time I had wanted more, but suddenly, I didn't know if I could take much more. "Ohhh.. ohhh... ohhhh.. mmm. please..."
"Ohh, I am in no hurry. I can hold you here for hours. Dying. Soon it won't be just sexy torture. It'll be desire and pain. You love it don't you? I know you do." Her motions continued, the order shifting. Patting, scissor, rubbing, twisting, scissor. I tried to find a pattern, to prepare, to feel it build, but I couldn't. "Mimi likes it too, seeing you owned like this. Right now your cock is mine. You are mine. You can be released, just promise me. Say yes, then beg me. Beg me to let you go."
"Uhhnnn," my whimper was continuous now. Like a panting wheezing sound, propelled by the conflict between intense arousal, and the need to end it. For a fleeting moment, the thought that Kendra would not be happy with her request, her demand, drifted through my mind. It was forgotten just as quickly. "Yesssss. Yesss. Ohhh my... Please..." I tried to buck, but she caught my hips, holding me pulling me firmly into her lap with one arm, as the other hand expertly choose equally tormenting motions she could do with just one hand. "I.. pa. pa. pa. prommmiissee."
"That's so agreeable of you, Caden. You heard him right Mimi?" The question was rhetorical, the release still not arriving. She bent down and whispered into his ear. "I'm going to teach Mimi the tantra, and then we both will own you. You'll like that, won't you?" As her fingers danced on me, I felt like I was going to faint. I could hardly comprehend her words. I nodded my head, inadvertently shaking my entire body in the process. "Remember how fucking good it is with Ceesee."
I hardy noticed the change in her motions, yet slowly something seemed to build. I heard her breathing heavy into my ear, letting little whimpers of female sound through. "Here it comes. I love it baby." She grabbed my body tight, pulling me upright against her. "Put your hands on her tits. Do it. It's going to be a big one." I did what she said, reaching down as Mimi steadied me again, hands centered on her tits. "Here we go."
Then suddenly, Chelsee started to buck her body gently, rocking me forwards and back. At first she held my cock tight. My hands sloshed Mimi's tits around, I wanted to shove myself between them, or into anything really. Anywhere that would give me some sensation. I bucked, still getting nothing, Chelsee holding my cock firmly as her body bucked me in one grand final tease. Then she moved her hand again, rubbing and finally thrusting on my cock. Bucking me into the motions, my body amplifying the motions wildly. "Ahhhhh! Ohhh my god. Ohh my god! Ohh my god! Yes... Oh my.. Ohhh yesssss! Arrrggghhhhh!" I bucked and bucked into her hand, spewing away, wishing I could jam my cock into Mimi's tits. Held back by Chelsee, until i was trying but there was nothing left. I was finally spent. The pain was finally gone. I slumped over, as both of them let me crumple onto Mimi's chest, my head landing over her shoulder.
"Oui, oui, monAmour. Qui etait sexy. Vous l'aimez. You love it? No?" I didn't have the energy to answer, I just laid there, crumpled over Mimi's still giant tits. Blood slowly returning to my brain. Sense slowly returning to my thoughts. I realized I had no idea how much time had passed. I hoped I wouldn't get home so late to cause a stir. Then I had a more serious thought. Was it possible to flunk out of high school in the last semester of senior year? If so, these two girls were going to tempt me dangerously.