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I woke up on Tuesday morning, naked and hard with morning wood, on top of the covers on the pullout couch. My wife, Julia, was moving quietly through our tiny, open-concept home, packing her lunch and otherwise preparing for her workday. When she noticed me stirring, she approached my temporary bed.
“Good morning, honey,” she kissed me softly. “How’d you sleep?”
“Oh, fine,” I answered.
“I’m sorry, this pull-out can’t be that comfortable. It should only be a few more days, and then Amelié will go home and you can have the bed back.”
“No, really, it was fine,” I assured her. “Amelié can stay as long as she wants.”
Julia gave me an uncharacteristic smirk. “Oh, are you enjoying having my friend here?” She leaned in closer and grabbed my erection. She gave it a few strokes as she said, “I must say, I’ve been enjoying her too.”
I don’t think Julia suspected that I knew exactly how she had been ‘enjoying’ her friend. Truthfully, I wanted Amelié to stay as long as she wanted. While my wife’s friend could be a real tease, and the new nightly routine of Amelié pleasuring my wife upstairs while I’m relegated to secretly watching on the pet cam from downstairs left me painfully horny, I no longer found any of it frustrating. Rather, I saw it all as foreplay to the orgasm I now knew I would definitely eventually get. With the added bonus that this busty, petite Emma Watson doppelganger was bringing out the kinky side of my beautiful but vanilla, gullible, Alexis Bledel doppelganger wife, my life was now a dream come true and I never wanted it to end.
Julia stopped jerking me off. “Unfortunately, I have to go to work now. Save that-” She nodded toward my cock. “-for me later.”
I didn’t answer her directly, but instead said earnestly, “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, honey,” she responded before giving me another kiss and leaving for the day.
I didn’t have any meetings today, so I stayed naked as I began working from home. I was hoping Amelié would come downstairs naked, like she did yesterday, and we could have a repeat of our mutual masturbation session.
When Amelié eventually came downstairs, she was NOT naked, but I can’t say I was disappointed. At the first creak of the stairs, I looked up to watch her descent. My eyes tracked from her bare feet, up her toned calves, up the full expanse of her thighs, to a flouncy purple skirt with white accents that had been rolled over its waistband a few times until the skirt was short enough to expose the bottom of Amelié’s ass cheeks. From there, the entirety of Amelié’s midriff was bare, showing off her tight core and her cute belly button. A matching purple and white top struggled to contain her 34C tits, but did cover her shoulders and forearms. Her curly hair had been split into two high pigtails in white scrunchies. She was carrying two purple pom-poms.
“Look what I found!” she exclaimed when she reached the first floor.
I tried to laugh, but I was too gobsmacked to sound natural. “I genuinely didn’t know Julia kept that.”
“Well, she did, and I found it, and it fits me great! Well, the bust is a bit tight, but I am a bit more well endowed than your wife, and even moreso than your wife was as a freshman in college.”
“There’s no denying, it looks hot on you,” I complimented. Amelié curtsied appreciatively. “I guess the next question is: why did you find it and decide to put it on?”
“I thought I could cheer on your recovery!” Amelié sounded unnaturally cheerful, as if she were doing an impression of Julia while wearing Julia’s old cheerleading uniform. “Wanna see a cheer?”
“Sure, let’s see one,” I played along.
Amelié did a pretty simple routine of jumping in place and punching the air with her pom-poms:
“Jimmy, Jimmy,
We love Jimmy!
Fucking us
Would be a gimme!”
As she finished the cheer, she did a high kick with one leg, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing anything under the short skirt.
I laughed, “I like that cheer. I don’t remember hearing that one in college…”
“No? What about:
Win! Win!
When you win,
You can watch our showers
It’s all strap-ons
And Eiffel Towers!”
I was enjoying watching Amelié bounce around in the tiny outfit. As the second cheer ended, she came closer, pushed my laptop aside, and straddled me. My quickly hardening cock disappeared under her skirt, pressed up against her outer lips, but not penetrating. I held her bare hips and looked into her big brown eyes. She began a third cheer while grinding in my lap, spreading her juices along my shaft. This one was whispered seductively:
“Fuck me, fuck me
In your wife’s fit
I can’t wait
To lick her clit”
“Wow,” I said sardonically. “You remember the cheers so well. You must’ve been a really good cheerleader. I especially like your costume.”
Amelié twirled one pigtail around her finger as she continued to grind in my lap. “Thanks! I think I need one more prop to complete the look though.”
To diyarbakır escort my disappointment, Amelié got up out of my lap and walked to the kitchen. She rooted through our cabinets for a few minutes and then returned with a handful of candy.
“I’m glad Julia still has such a sweet tooth,” Amelié said.
She dumped her bounty on the bed, in an offering to me to have some too. I grabbed a Jolly Rancher to suck on. Amelié unwrapped a lollipop. Amelié reclined against the wall, her body perpendicular to mine. Her legs were together and her skirt covered everything for the moment. The lollipop sticking out from between her lips really did complete the look. I appraised her petite body while I waited for her to make the next move.
When her mouth had sufficiently smoothed out the lollipop, Amelié plucked it out into the air. She raised and spread her knees, planting her feet shoulder-width apart. As the skirt fell away, I was treated to an up close view of Amelié’s tight, shaved pussy. Amelié took her lollipop and rubbed it against her clit for a second. Deciding it needed more lubrication, she popped it back into her mouth for a moment, before returning it to her clit. She stroked the lollipop up and down between her labia slowly. On one downstroke, she paused to push the lollipop in and out of her tight hole a few times. Meanwhile, her other hand was pinching her nipples through the tight uniform top. Settling now on her clit, Amelié rubbed the lollipop back and forth quickly and firmly. Scrunching her face shut, she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. Her toes splayed out as her thighs quivered. Her chest was flushed a deep red. With a squeal and several deep gasps for air, Amelié quickly came right in front of me. As she regained her breath, she gave the lollipop a single wide tongue lick up one side of it. She then popped the rest of it into my mouth – it tasted like honey drizzled over a strawberry.
“What should I have next?” she pondered aloud.
She reached for a Fruit by the Foot, and tore open the packaging with her teeth. Unraveling it slowly, she wrapped it around my now rock hard erection, mummifying it. Leaning down, Amelié gave me a slow, teasing blowjob through the gummy barrier. She licked all around the candy cone, and hummed as she savored the sweet taste. As the sugary treat dissolved and disintegrated, she’d pull sticky sections off with her teeth, chew and swallow, then resume the blowjob on my incrementally more revealed cock. My shaft and my balls soon became a wet and sticky mess, covered in saliva, melted candy, and precum. When the Fruit by the Foot had been fully consumed, Amelié started blowing me in earnest. She sucked so hard, it was as if she wanted to extract the food coloring that had stained my hard member.
It wasn’t long before my breathing and my moans revealed I was nearing the precipice of an overpowering orgasm. Amelié grabbed a final treat from the pile: a Fruit Roll Up. Continuing to blow me with no hands, Amelié quickly unwrapped her last candy. She held the sheet of Fruit Roll Up in the palm of one hand, while her other hand finished me off. With a deep groan, I shot several thick ropes of cum onto the gummy sheet. Dropping my still pulsing cock, Amelié used two hands to manipulate the fruit roll up, until my cum was all pooled in the center. She then folded it into thirds one direction, and then thirds again the other direction, encasing my load in this fruity wrapper.
“There! Now, it’s like my other old favorite treat: a Gusher.” Amelié bit the cummy gummy package in half. “Mmm, mmm,” she savored it as a large drop ran down from the corner of her lips. Her finger swiped the errant drop and pushed it back into her mouth. With a gulp, she secured my spending inside herself. Amelié stuffed the other half of her homemade gusher in her mouth and chewed it thoroughly. When she was done, she licked each finger tip individually.
“Now, go get cleaned up,” Amelié advised. “You don’t wanna have to explain to Julia why your dick is red and tastes like Strawberry Blast.”
***
I showered thoroughly, but more to the point, slowly. I kept hoping Amelié would come join me for another round. Didn’t she need to get cleaned up too? She’d at least change outfits before Julia got home, I reasoned.
I was mistaken on both counts. I heard my wife enter the house, while I was drying my hair. I tied the towel around my waist and exited the bathroom.
In the living room, I found Amelié laying on the couch, on top of my sheets, still wearing the cheerleader uniform (sans panties, I assumed), and reading her smutty book.
Julia seemed to be in a good mood, but she did question Amelié’s attire. I must’ve missed the initial greetings because by the time I entered the room, Julia was asking, “Ami, why are you wearing my old cheerleading uniform?”
Amelié shrugged. “I thought it’d be cute, and maybe good for teasing Jimmy. I wanted to make sure he’d be ready for you edirne escort when you got home.”
Julia replied, “Aww, you’re so sweet! Thanks for always thinking of me! And to be fair, it is super cute AND super hot on you.”
“Thanks, Jules!”
“Well, I brought some take-out. Ready for dinner?” Julia asked.
I started to unpack and plate the food Julia had brought home. Meanwhile, Amelié softly padded across the room, snuck up behind me and removed the towel from around my waist. She tossed it vaguely toward the bathroom, as she laughed gleefully.
“Ha! Gotcha!” She cried.
“Woohoo!” My wife cheered. “Yeah, you should eat dinner naked!”
I shrugged and accommodated. I made more trips than were strictly necessary back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, carrying plates and soy sauce and drinks and whatever the girls requested. I think they liked the way my semi-hard cock bobbed and swayed ahead of me. When they finally let me sit down on the couch next to Amelié, I was ready to put some food in my mouth and a mouth on my cock – didn’t really mind whose.
I was naked. Julia was still in her work clothes. Amelié was wearing the smallest cheerleading uniform imaginable. Amelié was also sitting with her legs crossed under herself, her skirt rolled up short enough that it was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties. I couldn’t see from where I sat hip to hip with her, but my wife on the ottoman could definitely see her friend’s entire shaved pussy.
The girls talked and laughed and swapped memories of their lives growing up together. Sometimes I’d be able to jump in if it was a story I remembered hearing before. Other times, Amelié would ask for my opinion on a story she had shared, would ask me if anything similar had happened to me, or would otherwise include me. It was turning into a really wonderful evening. Even better, Amelié had taken to idly stroking my inner thigh while we talked, eventually grasping my cock right in front of Julia. Her strokes had just returned me to full hardness, when Julia returned the subject to Amelié’s attire.
“I still can’t believe you spent all day in my old cheerleading uniform,” she laughed.
“Remember last time I borrowed it?” Amelié asked.
“How could I forget?” Julia giggled. “You returned it with cum stains!”
I was definitely at full attention now.
“Hmm, they weren’t quite stains yet,” Amelié giggled too. “I can’t believe you wore it to practice like that!”
“I believed you when you said it was just salad dressing!” Julia defended.
Amelié rolled her eyes. “How bad at eating salad do you think I am? You thought I spilled that much dressing on my top, and my skirt, and my socks, and the pom-poms, and all in my hair… Besides, who eats salad at a Halloween party? Nobody would believe that.”
“Nobody but me!” Julia exclaimed. She seemed to be getting genuinely frustrated now, which I’d never seen in her interactions with Amelié before. “You got home so late in the morning that I was late to practice! I had to peel the uniform right off you and put it on me without time to wash it. I told my teammates the same thing you told me, but they didn’t believe me. I didn’t know why everybody was laughing until the team captain pulled me aside! Then they didn’t believe me when I told them I didn’t know how the cum got there! The captain said because I was late, we didn’t have time to wait for me to change, so she made me finish practice with who knows how many guys’ cum on my uniform!”
“I told you back then, and I say it again now: that sounds like your captain was taking advantage of your gullibility too. You definitely had time to change.”
“I see that now!” Julia cried. “Doesn’t change the fact that my teammates called me Jizzia the rest of the season!”
I was conflicted. The image of my beautiful Italian wife, in a cheerleading uniform, back in her college body, covered in cum was turning me on. On the other hand, I was very sympathetic for the way she was teased.
Amelié seemed to be struggling with the same inner turmoil, but add guilt for her involvement. “Do you wanna punish me?” she finally asked.
“What?” Julia sounded confused. “No? You didn’t get cum on it today did you?”
“I don’t think so,” Amelié answered with a quick glance at me. “But what do you wish you had done back then? You came home clearly frustrated with me, and we talked about it. But you never really punished me for it.”
“Oh, Amelié, no, I- that was a long time ago.” Amelié glanced at me again. “Besides, it’s not really in my nature- I wouldn’t even know-“
“Please?” Amelié interrupted. “It’s clearly still lingering on your mind. It would make me feel better if we could resolve this… I know!” Amelié lit up. She took Julia’s hand and directed her to sit on the ottoman. Amelié then laid herself over Julia’s lap and flipped her skirt up, exposing her bare ass. “Spank me!”
Julia laughed. “What? No, Amells, we don’t have to- spanking?”
“Yeah! edirne escort bayan This is perfect, trust me. I love that you’re in your pantsuit for this too. Give me a good whack!”
My wife looked to me, so I shrugged and nodded encouragingly. Julia raised her flat hand and smacked it lightly on Amelié’s butt cheeks. It barely made a sound.
“No, harder!” Amelié demanded. Julia looked at me again and shrugged herself. She slapped Amelié’s exposed ass hard enough to make it jiggle briefly. “That’s better! Again!” Julia spanked her friend again. “Harder!” Julia drew her hand back horizontally and slapped it in a loud, but glancing blow off Amelié’s ass. Amelié’s creamy white skin was reddening. Julia spanked her friend again and again, each stroke harder than the last, alternating from one butt cheek to the other. Amelié whimpered in pain, but kept murmuring “more” and “harder” and “yessssss.” Julia pushed Amelié’s legs apart, keeping one leg on the ottoman, but knocking the other to the floor. From where I was still standing in my towel, I could see Amelié’s pussy from behind: her lips were parted and a string of girl cum connected the two labia. Thunderous cracks of skin on skin rang throughout the apartment as Julia focused an unknown number of years of pent up frustration on her friend’s tender ass. Julia finished her punishment with a series of quick, sharp spanks from six inches away, all landing on the same focal point of Amelié’s poor ass.
“Get up here!” Julia barked.
Julia pulled Amelié up by the pigtails and shoved her to her knees, facing away from the ottoman. She gestured with her fingers for me to come closer. As I shuffled across the living room, Julia turned her attention back to her friend. She grabbed the cheerleading top in two hands and pulled it up until Amelié’s 34Cs bounced free. She stopped there though, and left the top pulled tight around Amelié’s clavicle.
Julia leaned in to whisper in her friend’s ear, “You better fucking not get cum on it this time.”
Without looking up, Julia reached for my cock and pulled me the last few inches into position, towering over our little French friend.
“Now, BFF, do one more thing for me and we’ll be even.” Julia turned her face up toward me. “Smack her face with that hard cock.”
Julia’s and Amelié’s faces were both looking up at me, so I could see them both, but they couldn’t see each other. Julia’s was furrowed aggressively, but there was a sparkle of excitement in her fiery cerulean eyes. Amelié’s was scrunched up in concern, but as I watched, a smile flickered across her heavenly lips.
With my right hand, I gripped the base of my cock and lowered it until it sat gently on Amelié’s lips. Then, I raised it and smacked it back down just below her nose. Amelié’s eyes rolled back and disappeared behind her closing lids. She took a deep, shaky breath to steady herself. Julia manipulated Amelié’s head left and right as I bounced my cock in place, peppering each of Amelié’s cheeks, her chin, and her forehead with small smacks.
“Good girl,” Julia expressed. “Now open.”
Amelié obediently opened her mouth wide, and I didn’t need a second invitation to shove my cock in. This blowjob was devoid of the teasing licks and kisses that tantalized and prolonged the experience. This was a combination of me thrusting my hips to fuck Amelié’s face, and Amelié bobbing her head aggressively to fuck her own face. Purposeful and mechanical, but no less pleasurable. When Julia felt Amelié wasn’t putting forth enough effort, she’d grab the back of her friend’s head and push her further forward, and subsequently push my cock deeper into this tight throat. Spit was flying everywhere; tears were running down Amelié’s cheeks; and yet, she never made an alarmed sound, she never pushed away from my pelvis with her hands, and I never felt her teeth. In fact, I felt her chuckle triumphantly when her nose finally first pressed into my pelvis.
“I’m gonna cum,” I murmured. “You girls are gonna make me cum!” I shouted more urgently.
Julia pulled Amelié fully off of me and leaned forward to put their faces together. Amelié immediately reached up to start stroking my shaft.
“Cum on me!” Amelié cried. “Give me my punishment for the way I’ve treated your wife! Give me my reward for making my retribution! Cum all over my pretty face!”
With a groan I’m sure our duplex neighbors could hear, I finally released my load all over both girls’ beautiful faces. Several strings of white sticky semen slathered every corner of my wife’s features and her friend’s. I fell back wearily onto the sofa behind me and closed my eyes.
***
I woke up a couple hours later to hear the girls upstairs again. I immediately turned on the pet cam, and this time I even remembered to hit record. The girls were mostly covered up by the blankets, but it looked like they were at least topless, if not more naked.
“That was so wild!” Julia was saying. “I don’t know what came over me!”
“Uh, I think Jimmy did,” Amelié giggled.
Julia laughed too. “No, I mean, I never get that aggressive. That was strange.”
“Hmm, I kinda liked it,” Amelié purred. “In fact, I still feel pretty bad. I might need some more punishment. I mean, I might’ve even got cum on your cheerleading uniform today…”
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