Fantasy

“Wait, so why are we here?” Betsy asked with a crooked smile of disbelief. “And why the fuck am I only wearing my black bikini?”

“This is my fantasy,” I repeated placidly.

“I suppose that does explain the St. Pauli Girl costume,” Kristin laughed scanning her voluptuous form clad in blue and white with heaving cleavage.

“So you’re telling me you just imagined us up and poof here we are?” Betsy snarked. “How does that work?”

“Well you’re here aren’t you?”

“But what about the bikini and the cleavage dress?” Betsy laughed, “Couldn’t you get a consistent theme?”

“No, I just thought you looked particularly hot in your bikini when we all went to Mexico a few years ago, and Kristin…”

“Last year’s Halloween party,” She smirked.

“Yeah,” I laughed.

“Thank you,” Kristin said, apparently flattered.

“So we’re just gonna fuck you?” Betsy quipped, mouth agape.  “Right…”

“Well, that was the idea.  You can’t tell me you aren’t feeling anything…” I said with a smile.  After all, it was my fantasy.

“Heh,” She laughed “I’m a married…um..woman,” he voice trailed off a little as Kristin stepped up to me, unfastened my jeans and deftly produced my cock from behind my boxers.

Now she was with the program.

“That’s a pretty cock,” Betsy said, staring at my member, now encircled by Kristin’s hand.  Kristin knelt down and reached out to take the red head by the hand.  Tentatively, Betsy took it and she was lead down to her knees before me.

“I think you two should kiss,” I said, drinking in the vision of them between my legs.

“What the shit?” Betsy gasped with a snarl.  ”It’s bad enough your fantasy has me here, about to cheat on my husband, now you want me to turn all lesbian?”

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Kristin said.

“Fuck no, I’m straight.  Besides…”

“Oh just shut the fuck up,” Kristin ordered, releasing my cock and pulling the red head’s mouth to her’s. With squeal and a whimper Kristin swallowed Betsy’s mouth in hers, their soft pink lips devouring one another in a mess of auburn and ginger.

“Oh shit,” Betsy said guiltily after they broke.  She wiped her lip of the saliva with one delicate finger.  ”That was kinda hot,”

“Yeah,” Kristin, wiping her lip as well.  Her look was more determined,  as if she was delighting a little in the other’s
trepidation.

“That was way softer than kissing a guy,”

Kristin smiled.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Betsy laughed.  “This just crazy,”

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” I asked.

“Heh,” She laughed.  ”No…I think…I think I really liked it,  but for some reason I also think that’s only because its your fantasy.  Oh fuck, this would be driving my husband crazy, he’s always liked lesbian action,”

“Why don’t you shut up about your husband,” Kristin said pulling away. “And let’s give our gracious host a little attention.”

Kristin leaned into me again, and after a moment’s pause Betsy did the same.

The brunette took my cock, pulling it upright with a wry smile and a bite of her lower lip. She stroked it gently, toying with my desires by opening her mouth seductively, her tongue dancing softly on her lips.

“I hardly ever go down on my husband,” Betsy quipped. “I tend to save that for special occasions.”

Kristen’s tongue pressed hard against her upper teeth as she glanced at me and roll her eyes mockingly.  With barely a pause, the barmaid plunged her mouth down upon my flesh, consuming me in practiced fashion. She was very skilled, her hand stroking in unison with the bobbing of her head, her efforts sending lovely ripples of pleasure all through my loins.

“Damn,” Betsy whispered staring at the brunette head enveloping my cock.

I reached over and cupped Betsy’s chin, guiding her mouth up to kiss mine.  She followed.  She was tentative at first, kissing mechanically her eyes open all the while, but soon she gave in and her mouth open to me fully.  Savoring the sweetness of her lips, I reveled in the work Kristen was performing.  She would release her mouth with a gasp, lips swollen and red from friction, and suckle my balls, then she would return again, my cock having cooled, suddenly warm again with the satisfying heat of her deep kiss.

“Why don’t you go and help,” I suggested, breaking away from the red head.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” She murmured.  But she withdrew easily, compelled, and moved down my body. Eying her, Kristen withdrew, handing my cock to the petite ginger vixen.  Kristen moved up, lying beside me.  Betsy kissed the head of my cock, then licked it tentatively. Without fully committing herself, she then continued to kiss her way down my shaft.

Kristen again rolled her eyes again.

“It’s not a fucking lollypop, get it in there girl,” She scolded Betsy.  Here eyes flared, but then she did just that, opening wide and taking me as deeply as she could.

Kristen smiled and turned away, deftly maneuvering her beer wench-style dress before her as she moved to pin me down, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with the same vigor she used upon my organ.  I could taste my cock on her lips.  Betsy grew less tentative, sucking me with a new found vigor, though her teeth scraped mercilessly against the softer bits.

Finally Kristen released me, her face flush and her lips even more red.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” She cooed in a seductive whisper.  I merely closed my eyes momentarily and inhaled deeply.  She laughed.

“I think he’s ready Betsy, stroke him off.”

Betsy did.  I assumed she was probably happy to stop her sucking anyway, and quickly she commenced to pump my cock.  Unfortunately her strokes were clumsy and uneven.  She lacked strength in her little hands, barely able to wrap fully around me. She would try for a time, pumping furiously, then stop,  switch hands or positions, then start all over.

“Oh come on,” Kristen groaned, leaving my side and taking my cock from her.  Betsy sneered.  The brunette moved in with a lovely assault, gripping me hard about the shaft and coddling my balls in her free hand.

“You want to cum baby?” She taunted me, long strokes above, tender squeezes below.  .  ”I don’ t give blowjobs on special occasions…my blowjobs are a special occasions.  You like a firm grip I’ll bet?  You like a woman who can squeeze that big cock of yours just as tightly don’t you?”

I did.  I was positively writhing.  The end was near.

“I love to make my boyfriend cum, but that’s frankly the extent of my interest in him.  He’s a tool for a purpose, but not you.  You I’ve liked for a long, long time…”

Her voice was low and sultry without an ounce of insincerity.  Betsy just sat there watching, enthralled in her performance.

“That’s my boy,” Kristen taunted breathily, “You’re very close aren’t you?  Cum for me baby, cum all over my hands.”

That was all the coaxing I needed.  With an eruption of pleasure that started in my thighs and exploded out of my cock, my hot mess surged forth in successive waves, spilling over Kristen’s pretty hands and pooling at the base of my belly.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.  ”Fuck…that was good,”

“Well it’s about to get better,” Kristen smirked, her hand still sloppily stroking my cock, every movement wet and loud.

“The way things were going, I was thinking I was going to have to swallow that,” Betsy suddenly interjected, staring at her counterpart’s hand glistening with my juices.

“Let me guess,” Kristen mocked, “It’s not your thing,”

“Special occasions,” She shot back with a sneer.

“Well we’ve quite the mess here, don’t we sweetheart?” The brunette barmaid laughed still stroking my cock, the slick mix of semen and saliva still glistening around my shaft and head.  Torridly, her persistent grip kept me from getting soft…at the ready.  “And I don’t think our little friend is going to help clean up,”

Betsy sneered.

Kristen laughed and then looked up at me.

” Just a fantasy huh?”  She mused speculatively. ” So that means no threat of pregnancy, disease, guilt or even the awkward morning after?”

I grinned.  She glanced over at the redhead who shrugged her shoulders.

“Here princess, why don’t you hold this for me while I pull up my dress.  I want this hot mess inside me.”

“Why don’t you just take your dress off?” Betsy asked taking my cock from her.

“Silly,”  Kristen laughed. “Clearly he wants to fuck us in costume.  Otherwise he would have just conjured us up naked, or in nightgowns or something.”

“Clever girl,” I said.

Standing up she curtsied in playful deference, then lifted the blue ruffles of her skirt to reveal her soft auburn patch between her legs.  She climbed above me and, with Betsy aiming my cock, knelt down astride me.  Still holding her skirt up, she adjusted her pelvis slightly then thrust down upon me firmly with a soft exhale of breath.

“Mmmmm good lubrication,” She said silkily.

With her white and blue folds draped about my midsection, obscuring our salacious connection, I reveled in the warm embrace in which I was consumed. I drank in the view of her bountiful breasts pressed hard against her bodice. Leaning forward, her fingers dancing up my chest, and her cleavage heaved at me, threatening to spill out.   As she bounced upon me the movement sent ripples of motion through her chest.  Our breathing intensified, bare skin slapping hard against one another.  All the while her magnificent breasts testing the cotton bounds of her dress.

Betsy just stared for a time, me lying there, this delicious vixen firmly mounted upon me.

“So do you like having your pussy sucked?” Kristen breathed heavily.

“What?” Betsy said, suddenly broken of her trance.

“Your pussy,” My little bobbing barmaid said between gasps.  ”Why don’t you go sit it on his face.  It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

This time it was the redhead’s turn to bite her lip with wanton abandon as she turned her gaze to me.  Her hips rotated slightly and her thighs ground together as I watched her pause to envision the possibilities.

“Here,” Kristen said, stopping for a moment and and grabbing my hands. “I’ll help you,”

The barmaid pinned them beneath her knees and proceeded to fuck me again, gripping my forearms.  Her experienced motion ground searing spasms of delight into my loins.  Betsy moved up to me tentatively, slowly on her knees, only to finally swing her leg over me and straddle my chest.

“No,” Kristen said with breathy gasp.  ”Stand over him and squat down. Use your weight to mash yourself into him,”

I gulped.

“See,” She laughed.  ”He wants you too.  And definitely don’t take off your bikini bottoms, just push them to one side,”

Betsy did just that, standing straight up, each ankle on either side of my head.  As she squatted down, the pretty pink ridges of her lips parted is slightly, more and more. She teased me at first keeping it just at the edge of my reach, my tongue barely teasing and tickling.  Soon though she gave in and mashed her wet gash down upon me.

I took her on, thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her hole.  Kristen still bounced away on me wickedly, as I devoured Betsy’s cunt with enthusiasm.

“Oh my god that’s good,” The red head gasped. “My husband would never do this, I mean he’ll eat me out… but never like this… never be with me on top…oh god…”

“Are you kidding?” Kristen laughed, “I make my boy bend me over anything, the back of the couch the dinner table anything, and lick my pussy and ass,”

The taste was incredible, warm and sweet with her soft folds smothering my face.  A hot wetness smeared my lips and chin.  She ground slowly, leisurely riding my tongue.  I could barely breath, and what little air I could get was infused with the musky dampness of her pubic hair.

“Somehow,” Kristen gasped, “I think this might be her thing…”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Betsy snapped, a labored intensity present in her now heavy breathing.

After a few moments, I quickly flick my tongue down past the base of her crevice and into her little asshole.

Betsy suddenly stopped and smacked my head, muttering something about it being nasty. I went back to savoring her cunt and to see once again cooed with delight.

Kristen’s motion was serious now.

I couldn’t take any more.  I tried to focus on Betsy’s pussy, but what Kristen was doing to my cock tore my attention away.  Pinned down and forced to eat Besty’s cunt while Kristen’s depths swallowed my cock again and again with blissful warmth was just too much.  With a muffled groan, my cock exploded again.

Once again my cum spewed forth, this time into the lovely barmaid, her furiously rocking pelvis not stopping for an instant.

“There we are,” She hissed just before she, herself, let loose with a volley of screams and grunts of pleasure.  I felt her own juices multiply, trickling down my shaft and off my balls.

Betsy didn’t let up.  Whether she hadn’t realized my orgasm or simply didn’t care, she continued to grind. At the height of it, with my orgasm ripping through my loins, my oral attention to her hungry hole paused and I felt her rub all the harder.  Quickly she reached down and gripped my head, holding me steady while she fucked my face.  Once my orgasm completed, my senses returned and I continued with my oral violation, but she was in a world all her own.  She ravaged my face with her slit, mashing it in long powerful strokes that I tried to compliment with deep forward lunges of my tongue.

Kristen rocked slowly back and forth, coddling my softening cock still within her.  She was good…really good.  She kept the movements long and slow, not too much as to aggravate my now doubly sensitive head, but long enough to keep me inside and aroused. I’d never had a woman so expertly prolong my aptitude and milk me for all my sexual worth.

“Mha…mha….mhuuua…” Betsy finally moaned, deep and guttural, as she too broke into orgasm.  Soiling my face with her seepage, her fingers still gripped my ears, her thin body shuddered slightly. After a few moments, she pulled away and dropped to a heap at my side. Kristen watched, still slowly bobbing.

“Fuck…I need that shit more often,” The gingerhead breathed with exhaustion.

“Too bad you’re probably not going to remember any of this,”  I said with a smile, feeling life stirring in my cock again.

“Well if the subject ever comes up when you’re talking to my husband,” Betsy said, her chest still heaving with deep breaths.  “Be sure to set him on the right track, would ya?”

I laughed.

“Looks like fantasy land is good for someone’s stamina too,” Kristen said, her movements a little more purposeful.

“What?” Betsy smirked looking from her to me.  ”Three times in fifteen minutes? No fucking way.  That’s totally unrealistic,”

” Well, this is my fantasy,” I said. ” And you’re the only one who hasn’t been fucked yet,”

She gave me a very suspicious look out of the corner of her eye, then sighed.

“Well I suppose if I don’t get to take the face fucking technique with me, I might as well take full advantage of the ‘no guilt’ clause as well,”

Getting up to her knees, she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head.

“How do you want stud?” She said in faux sultry voice seething with mockery.

I smirked and looked back to Kristen.

“Thank you for bringing me back to life my dear,” I said leaning forward up to kiss her.  In one smooth motion, our mouths embracing, I continued forward, laying her down upon her back.  I released her, and returned to my knees, and reached back for Betsy.

“How about you come lay on this pretty thing. I’d love to see you too kiss again,”

I lead Betsy forward, handing her hand to Kristen as I moved out of the way. My salacious little barmaid helped the trepid young thing slide in between her legs.  They, laying atop her, her legs astride and their breasts pressed firmly together, their lips touched softly.

Betsy’s petite nubs were almost swallowed by Kristen’s ample bounty, and the barmaid’s thighs gripped the other’s hips as I moved in.  I cupped Betsy’s pretty little ass briefly.  She was so tiny.  Her little rump almost completely fitting in the palm of my two hands.  She almost looked too small to be able to take a grown man’s whole cock, and the delicious thought excited me all the more.

I hooked my fingers through the strings of her bikini bottoms, and began pulling them down.

“I thought you wanted us in costume,” Betsy sneered, breaking away from their kiss.

“Don’t you worry,” I replied. “This is all part of the plan,”

I pulled them down and around her knees and off her legs, bearing the stark pale skin and rusty freckles of her pretty ass.

“You know,” She said suddenly to Kristen softly and with earnest.  “I really did want to kiss you again.  Does that sound crazy?

I smiled, then I wrapped her bottoms around my wrist and gripped her hips.  When I pushed in she let out a soft whimper, muffled by the presence of Kristen’s tongue in her mouth.

Kristin taking me was incredible, but there was something even more wonderful in feeling the soft curve of her counterpart’s tiny bare ass before me as I pushed myself into her slit, freshly swollen from orgasm.  The two continued to kiss deeply as I worked my motion.  Her soft bare back arched seductively before me, framed by the blue and white cotton clad legs of my lovely barmaid who had spread herself wide to allow her close.

“Damn,” Betsy said, their kiss breaking finally.  ”Now this position I love to do with my husband…although…sucks I won’t remember kissing you.  I think I’m starting to dig girls,”

“That’s just the fantasy talking,” Kristen replied running a hand through her tawny hair.

“Then let’s give Kristen the attention she deserves,”  Kristen’s eyebrow went up and she broke her gaze with Betsy and looked past her to me.

I reach around Betsy’s midsection and took her more upright, her back and ass curving dramatically to keep our connection deep.  I pulled her arms back and quickly bound her wrists with her bikini bottoms.

“What the fuck?” She said.

“Shhhh,” Kristen assured her.  “I love being tied up,”

“Yeah but…I mean kissing a girl is one thing…being tied up is another…but being tied up and forced to eat a girl out?” She gasped. “And didn’t you just come inside her?”

“Oh you’ll love it,” Kristen smiled, scooting back and pulling up her dress.  ”It’s a fantasy after all, you’re bound to,”

Piling the folds of her dress around her midsection, she once again revealed that soft auburn patch, now moist and smeared with our intermingled juices.  I guided Betsy back forward, holding her arms as Kristin reached forward and cupped her face with her hands.

“Again this is totally unrealistic,”  Betsy pleaded. “I’ve never gone down on a woman, and I almost never swallowed even for my husband,”

“It’s a good thing your impertinence is something I find attractive in you,”  I said.  “Or I might’ve conjured up a timid little fuck bunny of a personality to manifest your hot body,”

Her pleas were then silenced as her mouth connected with Kristen’s wetness.  I fucked her slowly at first, but could sense that she was getting into it all when the barmaid’s moaning began.  Looking down, I eyed her pretty ass again, my cock dissapearing between her legs and filling her pussy, but her sweet little asshole there…unblemished…

After several minutes, I pulled out and, as Kristen held her face, I drove my tongue into that pretty little hole.  She squealed a muffled protest, but could do nothing.  I tasted her rear lovingly, wetting it and preparing her.  When my cock came back, I pulled her cheeks wide and and slowly pushed myself inside.

I couldn’t tell if her screams were simply from protest or pain, but they fell on deaf ears as the exquisite pleasure of her impossibly tight hole opened for me. I fucked her ass with measure at first, but quickly could not contain myself.  Grunting and thrusting with all my force, the skin my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass, I gripped her hips and plunged into her fiercely with my last, great eruption.

Its amazing how, with each subsequest orgasm, the next become so much more intense.

Through the haze of my own pleasure, I could barley hear Kristen screaming, heralding her own climax.  As the world came back to me, I pushed slower and slower.  Lovingly, I reached forward and pulled Betsy up to me, her back pressed against my chest, my cock still filling her ass.  She didn’t speak, only groaned.  I reached around and found her pussy with my hand, holding her tightly to my body with the other.  Continuing my violation, I addressed her clit as she wordlessly pleaded for me to reward her with another orgasm of her own, and I did.  Her final screams bathed the scene in a brilliant climax for us all.

We all fell upon our backs, spent and aching.

“You have quite an imagination,” Kristen said wryly.

“God,” Besty gasped.  “I hope the real me gets some of this,”

I laughed.

“I hope you actually talk the real me into kicking the boy toy to the curb so you and I can do this for real,” Kristen said.

I smiled.  I love a good fantasy.