18th Birthday Sleepover #2

He had taken her older sister’s virginity a few months before when Isla had visited him in his second year at university.

Blowjobs

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May 25

They all slept on the floor of her parents’ house after her 18th birthday. Her friends and her older sister. They could have slept upstairs in their bedrooms and let the lads all sleep on the floor, but she’d insisted they should have …

All characters are 18+

There wasn’t much age difference between the two sisters, and now, before his third year began, he had been invited to the younger sister’s 18^th Birthday Party. She was called Freya, and honestly, she was a lot hotter than her older sister, he thought.

That night she was even better than she usually looked. It was like she had taken the whole coming of age thing very seriously. Suddenly she was dressing like a woman who wanted it, like a woman who knew she was desired. And boy did he desire her!

She wore tight black shiny leggings. Not leggings; he didn’t know what they were called. She said they were high-shine PU, polysomething, but he didn’t care what they were, just that they were the fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen. And he told her. He wasn’t one for holding back feelings of lust from anyone.

She must have known that he’d been with her older sister, but that didn’t put her off at all. She smiled at him, thanked him, said he looked pretty good in that shirt, and then went off to dance again, making a big comic thing of swaying her ass in those ‘leggings’. Oh, he wanted to fuck her!

Could he take both sisters’ virginities? He had a feeling he was probably too late with the younger one, as she was so much more confident than her older sister and would have had a lot more offers than her already. But still, that was only a silly kink, right? It was the fucking that mattered, and he was determined to fuck her.

Oddly, or maybe it was normal, although he’d not seen it at any other parties organised by parents, there was a stripper. A full-on fireman came in and started playing suggestively with his hose before finding the birthday girl and placing her on a chair in the centre of the dance floor to concentrate on her as he took his clothes off.

No, he didn’t go so far as to get his cock out. This wasn’t one of those nights for women when men go around and get them to touch them, even eat squirt cream off the end of their erections. This was much more down to earth and basic. He danced around her and stood either side, his muscular body putting everyone there to shame. Damn, he thought, he wouldn’t be surprised if she went off to find him before he goes and fucks him. None of the other skinny teenage boys there had had time to get to the size of this guy who could even have been thirty.

If she loved muscles, he wasn’t going to be enough for her.

However, he did think logically that he probably didn’t risk fucking clients, especially from an 18^th birthday party, and that she was probably putting some of her excitement on as it got mixed up with nervousness at what he was doing, shaking his big package in a tiny g-string right in front of her face.

He ran her hands down his body once and then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder like a fireman has to, to save the young woman. Then he went off as if to take her away. Ha! Yeah, he thought, bet they’d both love that right now! And that’s when he realised how helpful this was. If tonight she would be lying there picturing this older man above her, dancing and then fucking her. If she was imagining leaving that room with all her family and going somewhere to have a standing (oh he could pick her up and hold her and bounce her on his cock for sure) fuck, a knee trembler, then she would need something? Touching herself would be all very well, but what about a cock? What about fucking me?

He had a cheeky thought that maybe she’d need more than one cock that night after no doubt getting very wet up there in front of all her family and friends. Maybe that’s why she wore black leggings to hide it…

He brought her back into the room though, put her down carefully and gave her a long, closed-lips kiss on the lips. This was quite a show for a family birthday party in a community room, in a little northern town, but there you go. He enjoyed watching, even if he did get very jealous.

Just in case he didn’t get her wet-soaking pussy tonight, he looked around to see who else he might get. There was her sister, of course, but he did worry that doing it more than once with her might suggest they’d become boyfriend and girlfriend, and he had made that clear afterwards that it couldn’t be the case, even if he had had a great time. He just didn’t want to go out with anyone at the time.

Sort of true, but also he probably would date her younger sister if she let him, so that was a thing he’d have to worry about another time. They lived so far away, though it was all very impractical.

So how about Freya’s best friend Chels? Chels was not as sexy in the way slim, dress-to-impress Freya was. Freya had a lovely soft round face and a boob tube that showed off her perfect belly and tight little figure. No bra, nothing on her shoulders, her nipples clearly showing. The stripper must have loved getting up close and personal with her. He must have loved touching her as he picked her up. He no doubt wanted to pull her hands right down over his crotch as well as his chest. Surely you can only do this kind of job if you’re gay? How could he control himself?

No, Chels wasn’t as hot as the birthday girl, but she had her own charms. She wore a long party dress, dark red, with a swooping low cleavage that showed off the kind of big tits you can only have tit wank fantasies for. It was hard for him, but as much as he loved hanging out with women and just being normal with them, he also judged them on what they’d be able to give in bed.

Big soft lips and he’d be thinking about blowjobs.

Lifted high ass and he’d want to pound her anally.

Looking hot, lithe and athletic like Freya and he’d be wanting her to ride him.

Tits like Chels and he had only one thought in mind.

Still, she was pretty, with long dark hair and a naughty knowing smile, like she knew you were thinking about getting your cock out and asking her to wrap her breasts around them. She probably did know that’s what guys thought. Older guys too. She seemed to be flirting with every older man there. They were more animated when she talked to them than at any time in the night. She got the night started with dancing by dragging her best friend's dad onto the dance floor.

She was a wrong-un, he knew that. He really wanted to know for certain though. As the night went on, he began to feel that familiar issue, that frustrating dilemma. There were two girls here he wanted to fuck, and both seemed like they could be interested. Both in their own ways were going to need some relief from winding themselves up.

The stripper had presumably gone home, and what was the chance that any of these older guys with their wives and extended family here would be able to go out the back and give this Chels one in the way her body language screamed she did?

He would just have to do. Maybe they would also worry she was not eighteen yet, but he knew Freya, with her birthday at the end of August, must have been about the youngest in her year, so her friends were all already going to be eighteen. And anyway, he was only twenty himself.

He felt a bit sorry for older guys. He knew both of these two would have fucked the right older guy, but they didn’t know it. They would have thought it; they would have fantasised about it (of course!), but they would not believe it.

He made a mental note to himself to remember that young women would still fuck him when he was older. At least if he looked like that stripper or if it was something naughty like the Dad of your best friend. He didn’t want to be frustrated when he got a chance.

Right now though, he just needed to choose.

Except, it turned out he didn’t.

On the way home, he got a lift with the Dad and politely sat in the uncomfortable middle seat. Isla shot gun, Chels on his left, Freya on his right. They were so sexily cramped in that he could feel both of the women he wanted hips pressed into him.

A little glance to the left and he could look down cleavage at a perfect angle. They were so round and pert, like it's almost impossible without surgery, unless you’re still very young.

A glance to his right and he could see those perfect legs shining with the lights of street lamps bouncing off them. They looked so tempting to run his hands over. He should have asked her earlier. She knew he would have let her. He couldn’t do it now, and soon how the hell would he get a chance?

If he looked forward, he could see the skinny outline of a woman he had fucked not so long ago and taken her virginity. He got so hard in his pants he could feel himself cumming. What a fucking great night! It wasn’t over yet…

NOTE: I’m away from my desk until the 11th of September. Stories every day, but replies to things could be held up a lot. Thank you for reading xxx