Josh’s sister sets him up with a holiday job in a pub working alongside her best friend. Little does he know they have hatched a plan to transform his shy virgin life. Can Josh handle two girls at once?
I remember exactly when it was – the summer that I turned 18 and left school. My folks had become increasingly snarky about me hanging around the house playing videos games and surfing YouTube. Every evening over dinner it was, “Josh, how is that job-hunting going?”, “Josh, when are you going to do something useful with your life?”, “Josh, you need to start paying for your upkeep.” Yeah, yeah, later. After uni, whatever.
One particular evening the four of us – me, the parents, and my big sister Evie – were gathered round the table eating. Evie is about a year older than me, and to be honest she was (and is!) extremely attractive. I felt guilty but I often pictured her naked when I jerked off; well, we’re all allowed our secret little fantasies, aren’t we?
I was trying my best to shut down mum’s usual “Josh, when are you going to get a job?” conversation, when Evie chipped in. “Do you remember my friend Layla? She works at the Red Lion in town and says they are looking for help to cover shifts at weekends. It’s not full time but it would be something. I know she’ll vouch for you, it’s yours for the asking.”
“Oh that would be perfect, Joshua. You should apply for that. Layla’s such a nice girl, she’ll take good care of you.” Uh-oh, Josh-u-a. When mum used my full name I knew she wouldn’t brook any argument.
So I didn’t have much choice and the next day I stopped into the Red Lion to ask to see the manager and apply for the gig. I gave him my CV, with proof that I was over 18, told him I knew Layla, and a couple of days later he texted to say Yes. We sorted out that I would do lunch and evening shifts on Saturdays and Sundays.
The next weekend came around and the idea of going to work was becoming less and less appealing. “Mum,” I said, coughing theatrically, “I don’t feel so good, I don’t think I should go in today. Maybe tomorrow.” Meaning never.
She looked furious. “Unless you’ve broken a leg or got bubonic plague, you’re going to try that job out. We’ve all worked so hard to get it for you. If you flake out on the first day he’ll never let you go back.” Then a little less angrily, “Tell you what, I’ll drive you there today, but one time only. Use your bike after this.”
There was no avoiding it, so I knuckled under and got in the car.
At the Red Lion the manager seemed pleasantly surprised to see me. “Glad you’re here, Josh. You’d be surprised how many kids say they’ll take the job but never actually show up.” Actually, I wouldn’t be at all surprised. “So for day one it’s just going to be clearing tables and washing up. Get used to how things work – I’ll ask Layla to look out for you – then we can get you on to the more interesting stuff like working behind the bar once you know how the till and food app work.”
I took a deep breath and resolved to be a good boy and give this my best shot. It was still early and almost no customers were in so I wandered into the kitchen where I recognised Layla. She had been round to our house a few times to see Evie, and had stayed for sleepovers when they were younger. She would be a year older than me, assuming she was the same age as Evie.
I put on my best bright-and-breezy voice. “Hi, Layla! Remember me? Thanks for vouching for me. I got the job so you must have said nice things!”
“Oh, hi Josh! Of course, you’re welcome. It’s a nice team here, you’ll fit in well. Let me know if you need any help finding your way around.” The last time I had seen Layla she was just another cute schoolgirl, but now she was unarguably gorgeous and seemed to have matured beyond her years. She wore a short skirt and a tight T-shirt with very visible nipples, which my eyes lingered on for longer than was strictly polite.
That day I worked hard. I kept my eye out for tables paying their bills, and swooped to clear away plates and glasses. I loaded the dishwasher, or washed crockery by hand if it was full, and generally tried to be useful. Once I was going in to the kitchen at the same time as Layla was coming out so we met in the doorway and both turned sideways to get through. As we passed, I swear she made it seem narrower than it really was and she pressed forward, squashing her breasts against me. I laughed a little nervously and we continued on our separate ways.
In the restaurant she was amazing with the customers. She’d smile and joke with them, compliment them on their ‘perfect choices’ when they ordered, flirt with the guys a little, but never too much. She got huge tips. I didn’t see how I’d ever get that kind of money – unless we had a gay night, LOL.
As the evening wore on I was cleaning a table when she was bringing some drinks refills over to a group of men, probably in their fifties. One of them was really coming on strong. “What are you doing after you get off this evening? Can I give you a lift home?” he asked lecherously.
“Oh, don’t worry, my boyfriend is picking me up,” she replied. “He’s a soldier.” End of flirt.
Every time we passed, my gaze was drawn to the hidden promise of her tits and the way her short skirt revealed just a flash of her underwear when she leaned forward. I felt a tightness in my trousers as I developed a definite semi. I was sure she hadn’t noticed though.
During a brief quiet spell I was chatting to her and said, “I heard that guy hitting on you earlier. Do you get a lot of that? You handled it very well – firm but friendly.”
“Oh yeah, I get that all the time. I don’t really have a boyfriend of course, I’m just trying to make them think they’ll get decked by a six foot squaddie if they try anything. I’m not into older men anyway, I prefer boys more my age.” She looked straight in to my eyes and, unblinking, added, “Or maybe a little younger.”
Finally it was the last washing-up load of the evening and we were almost through. I was facing the sink when Layla came up behind me, very close, and whispered quickly in my right ear, “I can tell you like what you see. Come to the outside bar in ten minutes if you want a hand job.” And she double-tap patted my behind.
What the…? Had I heard that right or was I hallucinating? I turned my head to ask her to repeat it but she was already gone. The tightness in my jeans increased. What should I do?
Still uncertain, I clocked out on the staff app and made my way into the beer garden. The outside bar had closed an hour earlier so should be locked up now, but I could see the door to the shack was slightly ajar. I moved towards it and a disembodied hand beckoned me inside. Layla slid the bolt on the door across after I had entered, then turned on the dim light.
If I had misheard her, I needed a graceful way out. “Hi Layla. I’m not sure I heard what you said back inside, something about meeting you here?” I tried, innocently.
“You heard perfectly well,” she replied in a low, vixen voice. “You’ve been looking at my puppies all day, and I’ve seen the swell in your trousers.”
There was a long pause that felt like five minutes but was probably only two or three seconds in reality. This was my last chance to back out. I could say, ‘Sorry, I made a mistake,’ or ‘Sorry, I have to get home for dinner,’ or any number of excuses, but I just stood there like a lemon. The die was cast.
“Layla, I, ummm… You’re very…. I mean, errr….” I stammered.
In response she touched a finger to my lips. “Sssshhhhhh,” was the only sound she made. She cupped her hand over my groin and pressed my growing boner hard, making me gasp.
She nodded her head downwards towards her cleavage. “Would you like to see them properly?”
My mouth suddenly felt very dry. “Oh yeah,” I croaked, and she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it up over her shoulders in one fluent sweep. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were gorgeous large, milky-white, pendulous, with deep pink saucer aureoles and prominent rosebud nipples. My eyes were transfixed as they wobbled from side to side.
“Oh my God, those are… sensational,” was wholly inadequate but the best I could do. “Can I… touch?”
She tossed her head back and laughed. “Of course, help yourself.”
I slowly brought up my hands and massaged her cool, inviting flesh. I pinched a nipple lightly between the backs of two fingers, and rubbed in a small circle. I felt it begin to stiffen. I looked at her in case I was going too far, but she didn’t stop me, and dipped my head to trace the tip of my tongue around each aureole and then suck on the central bud. Her eyes were closed now and I heard a quiet purring.
“So do you think you would like that hand job I promised?”
All I could do was nod stupidly.
Layla unzipped my fly and undid my belt and the waist button of my trousers. She eased her warm hand beneath the elastic of my boxers and now grasped my cock and balls directly, unmediated by any clothing. My heart was pounding so loudly I half expected someone to bang on the door to ask what the noise was.
Needless to say my cock was fully and unarguably erect. Layla pushed my shorts down just far enough that my dick sprang free and was fully available. Her fingertips played along the base of my shaft and under my ballsack, drawing a soft moan from me. With just forefinger and thumb she teased my foreskin back until the purple head of my glans was fully exposed, my jap’s eye stretched taut. A crystal clear bead of pre-cum was forming in the centre, which she delicately spread around the tip. She wrapped the fingers and thumb of her right hand around my stiff pole and began to squeeze.
Surely I was dreaming. This couldn’t be happening. She stroked her hand up and down, then at the top of each stroke she brushed against my sensitive head, driving me wild. I was in heaven. “I don’t know how long I can hold back, Layla. I might be going to—”
“It’s OK, baby, let it cum,” she murmured. “Let me have it, you know you want to.”
And with that permission I couldn’t delay any more. “Oh Layla, oh fuck, oh my God, YESSS…” I felt the tingling start in my balls, my leg muscles clenching, the hot release pulsing up my throbbing member, the feeling of being in free-fall, and I was spurting cum out of my slit, the first rope rising a couple of feet and then the second and third and fourth shots gradually subsiding until in the end the creamy sperm was just dribbling down my shaft and running over her hand, which was still milking me.
“Well done, baby,” she purred. “That’s a huge load for such a young cock.” She raised her cum-soaked fingers to her mouth and slowly, one by one, licked them clean. “Ooohh, it tastes so good,” she purred. She reached around onto the counter, grabbed a roll of paper towel and proceeded to clean me up. Some of the jizz had hit her tits, and my trousers and shirt were a complete mess. We cleaned it as best we could and I hoped it would dry before I got home.
I didn’t know what to say, so I leaned forward and kissed Layla lightly, and she beamed. “Our secret, baby,” she said. “Now you’d better get home or your parents will send out a search party. I’ll give you a lift.”
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It was nearly midnight when I got home. The lights were on and Evie was on the sofa enjoying a glass of wine while scrolling her socials. “Hi, little bro,” she said. “How did the first day go?”
“Oh, fine. Pretty well,” I replied. “In fact, really well.” I reddened slightly, remembering the events of the day.
“Good, I’m so glad. And how is Layla?”
I tried to pretend we had hardly met. “Oh, Layla? Yes, um, I think she was there too.” I’m sure I went even redder.
“OK then,” she smiled slightly, as though she knew this was a lie. Could she know? Only if Layla had told her. Did they have the kind of friendship where Layla would share that she had just wanked off her little brother?
“I’m tired and I’ve got to do it all again tomorrow, so I’m going to hit the sack. ’Night,” I said, and went upstairs. I was tired, no lie, but not so tired that I didn’t stretch out naked in bed and toss myself off, all the while imagining Layla was doing it, and all the things I wanted to do with her.
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Sunday morning couldn’t have been more different to Saturday. My shift didn’t begin until 11am, but far from trying to fake a sickie to get off work I was up and dressed and ready to go by 9. Mum was astonished.
“Joshie, it’s great that you’re so keen to get there. You must really be enjoying the new job, that’s wonderful,” she clucked over breakfast.
“Just trying to give a good impression and climb the greasy pole,” I replied. Evie snorted derisively. I got on my bike and pedalled off to the pub, arriving at about 10.30. The public entrance was still locked so I went around the back to the kitchen door. I hoped Layla would be early too, but she wasn’t there.
“Ah, Josh, good man,” called the manager as soon as I had hung up my jacket. “We’ve got half an hour before opening so how’s about I show you the how the till works, then you can be behind the bar with me this morning?”
“Sure, that sounds more interesting than washing up,” I agreed.
It wasn’t rocket science if you know your way around any normal app. Getting the hang of charging stuff to table tabs was the hard bit, otherwise just tap on the drink and wait for the card. No-one pays cash any more. The only problem was that Layla was table-waiting as usual so I couldn’t grab a word. I caught her eye once and she winked at me; even that was enough to make my heart flutter and my cock stir.
When she came to the bar to relay a drink order I desperately whispered, “Can I see you again?”
She shielded her mouth with her hand in case anyone could lipread. “I was hoping you’d want to,” she said. “Same place, after work?”
The last hour behind the bar was an agony of anticipation. I couldn’t stop thinking about Layla, and my dick was permanently hard. I thought of going to the toilets to jack off but I wanted to save my load for her – I hoped that I would soon be getting taken care of in the same way as last night.
Finally. “Good work today, Josh,” said the manager. “You’re really getting the hang of it. See you next weekend then?”
“Sure, I’m enjoying it,” I replied, which was certainly true but not for the reasons he might have thought. Then I was free.
This time I was first to the outside bar shack. I slid the bolt and slipped in. A few minutes later I heard a light tapping, and I let Layla in. We both stood just inside the entrance not quite knowing what to say. I put my hands on her hips, pulled her towards me and tentatively kissed her. In response she put her hands behind my head and pulled me in firmly for a deeply sensuous, wet contact, opening her lips and inviting my tongue to explore her. We locked mouths, tangling and sucking and slurping for several minutes, then finally broke for air.
Still silent, Layla began to unbutton my belt and trousers. I grasped her hand to interrupt her. “This time I want to do it to you. Will you show me how to make you cum?” I said. She smiled and nodded.
A couple of bar stools were out so we sat side by side and I hitched her short waitress skirt up around her waist, revealing her white panties. I placed the palm of my hand flat against her tummy, fingers pointing downwards, then slid it below the elasticated band. My fingertips brushed her wiry pubic hair, then tiptoed on down past the end of her rug to find the warm moist gash of her pussy.
She placed her hand, outside her panties, over mine and pressed on her mound firmly, moaning a little, then guided me to rub up and down then round in a circle. “Mmmm, that does feel nice. Keep doing just that. Go on pressing,” she murmured.
After a minute or so she whispered, “Do you know what I’d like you to do next?”
“Uh-uh. What?”
“Slip a couple of fingers into me.”
I crooked my two middle two fingers, leaving my index and little pinkie straight, and teased them into her cunt. She was wet enough now that they slipped in quickly and easily, and I rubbed round and round, faster, pressing hard.
Layla began to groan quite loudly as I continued. “Shhhhh….” I whispered, “We need to be careful. The door may be locked but the walls are very thin. Anyone could be listening outside.”
Her breathing became deeper and more urgent, then she turned her head into my shoulder and bit a bunch of my flannel shirt between her teeth, clamping down hard. She desperately tried not to scream out loud as she climaxed. She could only squeak as she shivered and shook in silent orgasm. Still working her, I felt a warm gush from her pussy on my fingers.
“Oh Christ, that was good,” she gasped. “I don’t usually cum that fast. You’ve done that before.”
“No, I’ve never touched a girl like that. First time,” I assured her.
I withdrew my hand from her crotch and sniffed my fingers. I savoured the sweet scent of her cunt honey, then slowly licked them clean.
“How do I taste, sweetie?” she murmured.
“Divine,” was all I could think of.
“Right, your turn now.” And she got on her knees in front on me and peeled my trousers and boxers down. I need hardly say my cock was like an iron bar at this point. We both looked at my erect penis pointing straight up. I suddenly felt inadequate, she must have seen larger ones. I was 18 but I looked younger. I had a light dusting of wispy, blond pubic hair, and an uncircumcised dick. Panic rose in me. “I’m sorry it’s not very big—” I began.
She leaned forward, and oh so gently kissed me to shut me up. Her lips only just brushed mine, the merest gossamer contact. “It’s a perfect cock,” she said, looking me straight in the eye. “Exactly the right size. I’m so lucky to be the first girl to see it, touch it, squeeze it.”
She began stroking me like the previous night.
Thinking ahead I said, “Can you grab some of that paper towel to catch the cum this time? I made such a mess of my clothes yesterday. I don’t want to put another lot in the laundry like that again or my mum will get suspicious.”
Layla looked up into my eyes and smiled wickedly. “I don’t think we’ll need that. I’ve got a much better idea for how to avoid making a mess.” To my astonishment, she bent her head down to my penis and enclosed the tip in her hot, wet mouth. Oh my God, it felt so amazing. She lowered her head and took my shaft all the way in, then made swallowing motions which massaged my tip, then out again. With the tip of her tongue she licked upwards from the root to the top, first the underneath, then the sides. Then she expertly resumed sucking, bobbing her head up and down, making sure to flick her tongue around my sensitive glans at every stroke, her hand grasping the hilt of my cock and squeezing in sync with her head movement.
I was having an out-of-body experience: I seemed to be floating above all this, looking down on myself getting blown by a sex goddess. Could it really be happening?
Even after just a few strokes I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed her down hard into my groin. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Something in the back of my mind told me to be polite and ask if she minded me cumming in her mouth but it was all too late, my balls were going to explode, I hoped she wouldn’t mind, I just had to, I just… ohhh God.... And with a bucking shudder of my hips I shot my load into her mouth, jerking and convulsing as the ropes of cum hit her throat.
I wondered if she would be grossed out and spit, but I could see her swallowing eagerly. She milked me dry then looked up, grinning, opening her mouth to show it was all gone.
“So how did you like your first blowjob then?” she asked, like she was asking a customer if the food was OK.
I had temporarily lost the power of speech and couldn’t reply.
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The next week was the longest of my life. I had to wait five whole days before my next Saturday shift at the pub. I filled the time by masturbating. A lot. I’d wake in the morning with a raging hard-on and jerk off, and going to bed at night I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t have a wank. I usually needed a mid-day hand job too, to assuage the constant bulge in my trousers.
The wastebasket in my bedroom was full of cum-soaked Kleenex. By Wednesday I thought I should come up with a cover story in case mum did the cleaning, so I worked on my best fake cough during the day and then over dinner blew my nose copiously. “Sorry, mum, I’ve got a streaming cold from somewhere,” I sniffled. “I’ve almost finished the tissues in my room.”
“You poor thing,” said mum. “The box was new this week too. I’ll get you another when I’m shopping tomorrow.”
Evie fixed me with a long, firm look across the table and raised a smirking eyebrow. I think she knew perfectly well why I was getting through so many tissues.
After my morning wank on Friday I resolved to stop masturbating so as to save up a big load for Layla. It was difficult, but I managed it. Finally Saturday arrived. I rushed off to work again, and kept busy enough through the day to distract myself. Layla and I exchanged a nod and a wink and after the last shift we met inside the garden bar shack again. We hugged and locked lips, mouths open, tongues thrusting and tussling.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I gushed. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, my big boy,” she murmured. “I’ve got a surprise. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then stand over there with your back up against that pillar.” She led me to a wood column holding up the shack roof. She produced a pair of handcuffs from her bag and secured my wrists behind the post, then dug around some more and found a length of rope which she tied around my ankles.
“I’m not too sure about this,” I demurred.
She leaned into me and kissed me gently again. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I think you’re going to like this.” Today she was wearing a button-down shirt rather than a T-shirt. She slowly undid each button, ending with the middle one over her bosom, and let the shirt fall open to reveal her amazing breasts once more. She stood in front of me for a moment to let me take the view in, then came close enough that I could dip my head into her bosom and inhale her scent, then nibble and lick her. She closed her eyes in pleasure.
She took a step back and undid my trousers and let them drop to the floor, then pushed my boxers down. My cock was rampant, pointing at the ceiling and straining for action.
Layla paused and looked very sly. “Evie, we’re ready now!” she called.
Evie? What the actual fuck?
Up from behind the service counter of the bar stood my sister, Evie. Here I was, almost naked with a huge boner and tied to a post unable to move to cover myself or hide my manhood.
“Evie, oh shit, what are you doing here… Oh nooooooo…” I went crimson with embarrassment and felt my erection start to subside immediately. I tried to twist so Evie couldn’t see my cock but it was useless with the way I was tied up, and I had no choice but to let her stand there and take in the whole scene.
Layla moved close to me again and cupped my balls with her warm hand. “I’ve got a bit of a confession to make. Evie and I have planned this all along. She has wanted to jump you ever since you turned 18 and I said I’d help out. We tell each other everything. And I mean everything.”
Evie chipped in. “I’ve been getting regular progress reports from Layla. She’s told me how sweet your virgin cum tastes and I want to find out for myself.”
“Really?” I said, still feeling shell-shocked but now massively relieved. “I have to confess I have fantasised about making out with you too. Sometimes I’ve ogled your tits and wondered what they would look like.”
“Well, wonder no more,” Evie replied. She peeled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra, dropping her clothes on the floor. Sister or not, I have to admit Evie also had an amazing rack. She pushed her breasts together up and approached me so I could bury my face in them fully.
Now I had four spectacular mammaries vying for my attention and my limp dick began to rise again. “Hey, look at that,” Evie said. “Aren’t cocks handy? Just like a thermometer, you can tell how pleased he is to see us.”
Layla knelt down and took my penis in her warm, wet mouth, expertly sucking me until I was fully hard again. Then she backed off and nodded to Evie, who to my amazement also got on her knees and took me in her mouth. My big sister was sucking me off. Oh God, it felt so wrong but so right. I only hoped I wouldn’t cum too quickly.
After a minute or so of licking and sucking Evie backed off too, but stayed kneeling in front of me. Layla meanwhile had moved to stand behind me. She grasped the shaft of my throbbing cock in her right hand and started to squeeze and stroke me, while she cupped and fondled my balls with her other hand. Fuck, it felt fantastic. Stroke, squeeze, up, down, faster, faster, faster, while Evie knelt patiently at my waist six inches from my slit, her mouth open.
“Oh my God, don’t stop, yes… I think I’m going to cum… oh yes yes YES YES aaaaaaahhhhhh…” I gasped, and I felt my leg muscles lock and my balls tighten, the handcuffs and rope digging into my flesh, then I shot my load, a rope of ivory cum spewing over Evie’s eyes and cheeks, then another following, this time hitting her open mouth with her tongue ready. Three, four, five ropes, there was a good helping of my cum built up since yesterday. I soaked Evie’s face leaving it dripping, and then I was drained. She leant forward and cleaned the drips from the tip of my cock with her tongue.
“Mmmm, Layla was right, Joshie. Your cum is the best I’ve ever tasted,” Evie smiled. Then she stood up and Layla moved around the pillar to her. Right in front of me they kissed deeply, open mouthed, their breasts coalescing and rubbing against each other. I could see their tongues flicking as Layla tasted my cum in Evie’s mouth. It was so erotic it almost made me hard again right then.
Layla untied me and gave me a long kiss too. “See, I knew it would be a nice surprise,” she smiled.
“We’d better get home, bro,” said Evie. “Do you want a lift? Leave your bike here tonight.” I nodded, too stunned to argue.
We drove home in silence. I still wasn’t sure what had really happened between me and Evie, whether I wanted it, whether it was a good thing or if it was going to cause a family catastrophe down the road. Evie parked up at home and turned the engine off. We sat for a moment in silence, then she reached over and patted my cock.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she said. “It was everything I hoped for.”
I leaned over to the driver’s seat and kissed her. “I’ve dreamed about doing that too. You’re gorgeous.”
“Let’s go inside. If the parents are up, act natural, OK? They can’t find out about this.” We went our separate ways to our bedrooms that night.
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The next day was Sunday. I had expected to be working at the Red Lion but the manager was still interviewing and had lined up a few other applicants to do trial shifts, so I had the day off. At lunch, Evie looked very cheerful and piped up to mum and dad, “Josh and I are going to be out late tonight, by the way, and we won’t need dinner. We’re going to Layla’s housewarming party.”
This was the first I had heard of it, but seeing Layla again was fine by me of course.
“Oh that’s lovely, dears,” said mum. “It’s so nice you’re all such good friends now. Have a wonderful time.” Evie had the good grace to blush a little, and I didn’t want to catch her eye or I was worried I might burst out laughing.
I had a shower and got myself presentable for the party, then at about 7pm Evie knocked on my bedroom door. She had a bottle of wine in her hand which I presumed she had liberated from dad’s collection. “Sorry I didn’t warn you about that. Layla only just texted me. I’ll explain more in the car. Shall we go?”
Evie pulled out of the drive and turned left towards the town centre. “It’s not a housewarming party at all, it’s just you, me and Layla. We thought we might finish what we started yesterday in the bar, but this time somewhere a bit more comfortable and where we can make some noise without worrying about being discovered. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect,” I rapidly approved of the plan, grinning broadly.
We drove for a few minutes more just listening to the radio, then Evie commanded, “Hey bro, undo your trousers.” I unbuckled my belt and popped the waist button and fly zipper open. She eased her passenger-side hand down inside my boxers and began fingering my cock, which rapidly stiffened. She moved her hand further down and extended her middle finger under my ballsack and just managed to reach as far as my anus, which she gently probed. Then she took her hand back and smelled her finger lasciviously with a contented smile.
I started to stroke my freed cock myself, but she said a little brusquely, “Best to save it for later, hmmm?” I zipped up.
We parked outside Layla’s and went up the stairs to her flat. Evie knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately. “Hi you two,” Layla beamed. She gave us each a full-lips kiss and rubbed my crotch, feeling my residual hardness from the car journey. “Oh, sweetie, I can tell you’re pleased to see me too.”
We left our shoes at the door and Evie handed over the bottle. “We told the parents it was your housewarming so dad gave us some wine to bring.”
“Nice one. Well, it’s not a housewarming but maybe we can call it a bed-warming? I’ve just bought a new mattress, and I need some help testing it out. It’s still in its 30-day returns period after all, so I have to know now if it’s good.”
Layla opened the wine and poured out three generous measures. We raised our glasses to each other and quickly drained them, then refilled to finish the bottle. I felt a warm comfortable glow start to spread through me.
“Would you like the tour?” she asked. It was a compact flat, an open plan kitchen/living area, and two doors leading off it I presumed to the bathroom and bedroom. There were patio doors onto a small balcony area. She slid them open and stepped out. “It’s quite private here, not overlooked by anyone else. I can sunbathe and get an all-over tan, if you get my drift.” I mentally conjured a picture of Layla lying there naked, bronzed, legs slightly parted, rubbing sun oil onto her gleaming breasts and pussy. My cock twitched upwards a notch.
She led on. “And the bedroom is this way.” The bed was of the type with a framework of wood bars at the head and foot. I remembered the handcuffs which she had so casually deployed yesterday and noted that there were plenty of anchor points if that was her thing. I did hope it was. Layla patted the mattress and motioned me down.
They stood in front of me as I sat on the bed. Layla looked at Evie. “Shall we give the boy a show?” Evie nodded.
They turned to face each other and started with a long, lingering kiss. Evie unbuttoned Layla’s shirt and pushed it back off her shoulders. Layla pulled Evie’s tee up over her head. Then they undid each other’s belts and buttons and their jeans dropped to the floor, leaving them in their panties and bras.
The girls turned to face me and then with perfect timing, like a synchronised swimming pair, they each undid the other one’s bra and let it fall to the floor. Four breathtaking breasts popped out, swinging free, nipples positively crying out to be sucked. They pulled each other’s panties down and stepped forwards out of them, stark naked and full-frontal.
They turned back to face each other again and slipped a hand between the other’s legs, rubbing firmly upwards for a minute or so and moaning softly.
Layla pushed me backwards on to the bed and swiftly pulled my shirt off and trousers down. My hard cock was straining to get free. Evie did the honours and relieved me of my boxers, my rampant erection now fully visible.
“It’s so beautiful, Josh,” Evie said, studying it closely. “Such an amazing young, unused, virgin prick.” She dipped her head and took me inside her warm mouth, sucking and licking. Oh God, it felt amazing, I was worried I might cum instantly, but she knew to stop well before the point of no return.
Layla and Evie perched on the edge of the mattress, feet on the ground. “Sit over there,” Layla said, pointing to the floor in front of them. My head was now at their waist height.
“Have you seen a pussy close up before?” Layla asked.
“Not… not…” I coughed nervously. “Only pictures, not in real life.”
Slowly they both eased their legs open to show their sex. I didn’t know where to look. Two gorgeous vulvas, right in front of me. They were a little different. Layla had plenty of dark brown pubic hair, but well trimmed. Her labia was large with loose folds, already glistening in anticipation. Evie was totally shaved, no hair at all, and her slot was tight and mysterious. I couldn’t see any hint of her vagina hiding inside.
“You can touch, you know,” Evie laughed. “And whatever else you’d like to do.”
I moved forward and put my hands on Evie’s thighs. I pushed her back on the bed and eased her legs apart further, rubbing a finger up and down her pussy. Using my thumbs I eased back the edges of her slit to reveal her moist, pink cunt. “Oh, it’s magical,” I whispered, and I bent closer to lick her shaved pubes and smell her musk.
Layla lay back and raised her knees, hips wide open. I moved over to her and put my head to her red gash. I could see was it already moist. The musky scent was hugely erotic.
“How do I find your clit?” I asked, unafraid to show my ignorance.
Layla guided my hands to rub her pussy lips. “Just at the top above the vajayjay opening. It’ll pop out when it gets enough attention. Try licking around there.”
I didn’t need another invitation. I set my tongue to work around her folds, gradually finding the opening, then teased in the tip. I could her Layla purring. I thrust the rest of my tongue in as far as it would go, wiggling from side to side. I licked downwards from her mound over her pussy, probing and sucking, and was rewarded by a throbbing red nubbin popping into view over her slit. I took it in my mouth and nibbled and sucked, flicking it left, right, up, down with my tongue.
I could hear Layla’s moaning increasing in volume. “Oh yes, Josh, that’s it, keep going, deeper, yes, yes…” I drove my tongue into her cunt and around again, then gave her clit more work, then back to the cunt again.
“Oh my God… uuuuungghh….oh yes, don’t stop, faster, yes, yes…. FUUUUUUCK….” and her thighs clamped around my head as she climaxed in a wet gush, shuddering and gasping, and finally released me to breathe again.
After a few moments Evie interjected thoughtfully, “Of course there’s one big problem.”
“What’s that?”
“Which one of us is going to get your man-cherry? You can only lose it once.”
It was an impossible choice. How would I decide? Luckily Layla made the call for me. “Well, I got the first blowjob, so I guess this one’s yours, Evie.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I can’t think of anything hotter than watching a brother and sister going at it hard for the first time. This is going to make me cream myself all over again. Go for it, and give me a good show.”
I turned to take in the full glory of Evie, naked, lying beside me. I had undressed her in my mind’s eye so often as I masturbated, but now I was seeing her for real and it was every bit as good as I had imagined. Her vagina opening was still tight, hiding its tantalising secrets, and they needed to be discovered.
“Your pussy is so perfect, Evie,” I whispered.
“Well it’s yours to play with,” she chuckled, lying back and spreading wide.
I gently ran the tips of my fingers over the entrance to her cunt and began to rub, first up and down, then round in a circle at the top over her clit.
“Oooh yes, that’s the spot,” she purred. I licked her shaved pubes, feeling the stubble rasping my tongue, and descended to explore her gash fully. She was properly wet now, and her vulva was puffing up, the petals of the flower unfurling. I slurped deep inside her folds, drawing another gasp.
“My turn, little bro,” she said, and pushed me onto my back. Straddling me, she took my rampant pole in her hand and positioned the purple head just at the outer lips of her labia. She eased down a little and enveloped my glans. She paused, then settled an inch more, looking at me to ensure I was comfortable, then another inch, her tunnel moist and slippery, and finally her mound made contact with mine. I was really inside her, all the way inside, after all those times I had imagined it.
“God, your cock feels so good,” she moaned, and started to hump up and down on my shaft. Each time she came down she would grind her clit on my pubis, then up again until my tip almost slipped out of her, then down again hard, grinding. She rode me, cowgirl, bucking her hips expertly. I briefly wondered how many other dicks had been in her.
Her breathing became laboured, her moaning more intense. “Aaaahhhhh…. you feel so big….. yes, yes, uunnngh…. Oh yes, yes, yes….” she murmured, then quite suddenly cried out loudly, “Eeeeeee yes yes yes, oh God YESSSSS” and an orgasm ripped through her, clamping her cunt around my cock, the muscles clenching in spasms, her juices flowing down over my pubes.
Her climax overwhelmed my self-restraint. The pressure in my balls hit impossible levels. “Evie, fuck, I’m cumming too, I’m cumming, I can’t…. uuuuuuunh…” and my legs stiffened beneath her, my hips bucking upwards as I spurted my seed into her cunt, flooding her slick walls with my creamy semen, jerking uncontrollably. In my mind’s eye I pictured a tsunami of pearly cum rushing up her twat towards her womb, until finally I was empty.
“Oh Jesus,” I gasped after a moment. “That was the most mind-blowing experience I could have imagined.”
There was a round of applause from beside us. I had almost forgotten Layla was watching. “Congratulations!” she trilled, “You’re not a virgin any more, Josh. But let me just help out here…” She playfully but firmly shouldered Evie off me and lowered her head over my detumescing penis. It was slick with a potent mix of Evie’s juices and my cum. She expertly licked and sucked me clean, miking the few last drops from my shaft.
“Come on now, stud,” Layla said firmly. “I need to be fucked too. We need to get you hard again. You can go twice in a row, this is your cherry night after all.” She positioned herself 69-style with her pussy over my head and began masturbating herself inches from my eyes. Drops of her love honey spattered my face as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit. It was a heady aroma. She sucked and licked me more, and to my amazement my cock responded. I felt my erection rising. “That’s a good boy,” she purred, “That’s what I need.”
With some more expert sucking, before long I was fully hard again. “Now fuck me. Make it quick, I need your spunk,” she urged.
She rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide, grasping her ankles over her head. I went on top and took her legs over my shoulders. She was absolutely sopping wet from her masturbation. Her twat was wide open, a moist, red cave, inviting me in. I swiftly buried my cock to the hilt and began plowing in and out rhythmically, building up pace, using the full length of my pole. I felt my second orgasm of the night building in my ballsack.
“Are you near cumming?” I panted, trying to stave off my own looming climax.
“Shut up and fuck me harder. Let me have it now, fill me up,” she almost screamed.
I couldn’t stop the wave breaking any longer. My legs stiffened, my balls tightened and I blew my wad, spurting yet more sperm into the second slick, wet cunt of the evening. I surprised myself by the amount I spewed into her, since I had only cum the first time 15 minutes ago. I pumped and jerked and finally came to an end, collapsing on top of Layla, gasping.
“Oh that was good, baby. Well done,” she cooed, holding me tenderly.
I lay back on the bed in a contented haze, totally spent. Evie patted my deflating, drained cock appreciatively, while we both watched Layla urgently finish herself off.
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That was a few years ago, but it’s still the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m getting hard again now just thinking about it.
Layla and I went on hooking up in the Red Lion garden bar shack after work, until one day the manager called us both into his office room at the back of the pub. To my horror there was a screen on his desk showing a frozen image of Layla on the service counter with her legs spread, head back in orgasm, and me balls-deep, hammering her.
“It seems you didn’t notice the CCTV security cameras all around the place,” he smirked. “Pubs have a lot of valuable stock, you know. To tell the truth I’ve been enjoying watching you all this time, and I hate to get in the way of young love, but once you begin screwing on the worktops it becomes a hygiene problem. We serve food and drink off them the next day and it might get us closed down if this footage got out. Find somewhere more suitable, OK?”
At home, whenever the parents were away Evie and I would have extravagant, loud sex. A couple of times even when they were home we’d sneak into each other’s bedroom and cum in an exquisite agony of silence. She is married now so we don’t fuck any more, but we still exchange discreet squeezes of breasts and dick when we meet. Last New Year’s she gave me a stupendous blowjob in a dark corner after we’d both had a few drinks. She’s still amazingly hot, and will always will be my first-time girl.