A Friendly Game of Strip Poker

Maria grabbed a few tissues from the box on the table and cleaned herself up. She then helped Carl with his cleanup, and although he seemed terribly embarrassed, her tenderness soon put him at ease. She smiled at him. "Carl that was fantastic. I hope it was half as good for you as it was for me." He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and she could tell from the faraway look on his face that it had been. Maria closed her eyes and drifted into dreamy, post-sex thought. Although she felt completely satisfied at the moment, she couldn't help but shiver when she thought that, no matter how hot this had just been with Carl, it wouldn't hold a candle to the sex that she and Mark would have when they were next alone together. She knew this night would feed their fire for a long time to come...

Mark followed Leila to the other side of the room, stilly trying to convince himself that all this was really happening. Had he really just watched his girlfriend and her super hot friend shed their clothes? And then switch partners? He thought he'd died and gone to heaven just being able to look at Leila's tits, never mind when he was actually able to touch them. Now it looked like Leila was going to give him permission to go almost as far as he wanted.

"Well..." Leila sat down on the carpet and looked at Mark, somewhat helplessly. It seemed like her courage had started to wear off, and she was back to looking nervous as hell. Mark knew he'd have to take charge pretty quickly if he wanted to keep this rolling smoothly.

He knelt down next to and gently reached his hand to cup the back of her neck, under her hair. "You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone," he said, as he softly rubbed her skin. His hand trailed slowly down between her shoulders and began massaging her back, and he watched as Leila closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

"I know," she whispered. "But before, when you touched me, it felt so good." She was almost swaying now; she was so obviously enjoying Mark's hands on her skin. He continued to rub her back gently, but as he did, slowly guided her down until she was lying on the ground. Mark leaned over top of her and brushed his lips against the soft skin of her neck. He traced a line of kisses down her front, between her breasts, all the while watching her face to make sure she was still interested in his touch. Judging by the soft moans he was hearing, and the relaxed and dreamy expression on her face, he figured he was still in safe waters.

"You said you wanted some more of what I gave you before," Mark said softly, as his fingers trailed down over Leila's large nipples. Her tits were more perfect than he'd ever imagined -- big, heavy, and her nipples large, pink, and utterly delectable.

"Oh, yes, yes I do," she whispered, arching her back as Mark pinched both nipples gently. Taking her cue, he leaned down and, massaging her left breast firmly, took her right nipple in his mouth. Since her breasts were obviously sensitive, he took his time teasing her, and was careful not to be too rough. He flicked her nipples with his tongue, sucked, and then took them in his teeth gently. He used his fingers, running his nails gently around the whole of her breast, and then gently massaging her hardened nipple. He revelled in her tits, burying his head in them, breathing in her sweet scent, tasting her slightly salty skin.

As her moans became more insistent, he knew he had to get her panties off. He slowly moved down between her legs and hooked his fingers into the soft green fabric of the waistband. Ever so gently he pulled them down, and she raised her leg to help slip them off. Mark raised the panties to his nose and took a deep breath. He felt his cock harden immediately. He'd wanted to smell Leila's panties ever since that weekend she crashed at their house. But he and Maria had been too chicken to dig a used pair out of her suitcase. He couldn't believe he had a second chance -- and not just a second chance, but with her pussy lying right there in front of him, just begging to be licked.

Putting the panties on the carpet next to her, Mark stationed himself on the floor between Leila's legs. He kissed her calf, and then made his way in tiny kisses up to the inside of her thigh. Just as she started to shudder, he moved down to the calf of her other leg and did the same. By the time he was back within inches of her pussy, she was trembling with anticipation. He moved closer, bringing his nose right to the heat of her, and breathed deeply. If his cock was hard before, it was like rock now. He'd never expected her to smell so good.

"Please Mark, I can't take the teasing anymore," Leila whispered. Mark was more than ready to oblige her and slowly ran his tongue along her already wet pussy. God she tastes good, he thought as he nibbled his way up to her clit. He pulled out all the stops, every trick that he used on Maria. He knew from her that he was a good pussy licker, but he wanted to make sure that Leila was doubly taken care of -- after all, what if Maria just liked his style, and that was the reason she came every time? Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought.

That thought quickly flew out of his mind, for as he sucked on Leila's clit, he felt her body tighten and he knew that she was already climaxing. He sucked insistently on her as she bucked and shuddered, and then roughly pressed his head against her with her thighs.

By the time she finished and her muscles collapsed, exhausted, Mark was gasping for air. Even though it happened quickly, he hoped it had been good for her. If the kink in his neck was any indication, it had been.

He moved up over top of her and stroked her hair. Leila's body was flushed and covered with a slick sheen of sweat. She was breathing heavily, but didn't seem to mind his hand on her. He continued to softly massage her scalp while she recovered. "Oh my god," she whispered, "that was incredible. Did I ever tell you that I used to have trouble cumming? You must be awfully good." She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes drifted down to his underwear, where there was a large, prominent bulge.

He grinned at her. "Take as long as you need," he said. Slowly she sat up, and sighed contentedly. "I think after what you just gave me, you deserve something fantastic."

Mark sobered, knowing exactly what he wanted from her. He pulled his underwear down, allowing his erection room to expand even more. He saw Leila look down at his cock. He sat with his back against the side of the couch and pulled Leila between his legs. He kissed her roughly, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She seemed taken aback at first, but dutifully opened her mouth and allowed his tongue entry. Before long, she was kissing him back with confidence, while rubbing her hands over his shoulders and chest.

Mark pulled away from her kiss and manoeuvred Leila so that she was kneeling in front of him, her breasts hanging heavily over his chest. He took her hands and placed her fingers on his nipples. When she felt his cock move and his body shudder with this simple touch, she didn't need him to explain further. She lightly teased his sensitive nipples. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits, hanging right in front of him. Mark reached out both hands and placed them under her breasts, letting the weight of them sit in his palms. He squeezed them gently and teased her nipples with his thumb until they were hard.

With her tits in front of him and her fingers on his nipples, he couldn't help but start to stroke his cock. "Your tongue," he gasped, "use your tongue."

Leila leaned forward, and Mark felt her hair brush across his chest and stomach. As she leaned in closer and touched her warm, wet tongue to his nipple, he felt her breasts rub against his skin. His stroking became more rapid, and he groaned loudly. Leila needed no more encouragement, and moved her tongue to his other nipple. She angled herself so that Mark was brushing them with his cock with every stroke.

Mark didn't take his eyes off Leila's bouncing tits, and the sight and feel of his cock between them was enough to bring him to the brink. As he felt his balls tighten his head fell back and he moaned out loud. His cum shot from his cock and covered Leila's tits. As he continued to stroke through his orgasm, he felt Leila's tits become slick with his cum, and his cock slid easily against them. With one last shudder that racked his entire body, he finished, and Leila lifted her head from his chest.

He was exhausted and spent, but floating in heaven. When Leila's face appeared over top of him, making sure he was ok, he grinned. Oddly enough, it had been a surprise to open his eyes to her face, and not Maria's. He nodded to Leila to show her he was ok, just breathing hard, and she sat back, seemingly not sure how to act. She passed him some tissue, and he wiped himself up.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom to clean up," she said. "You know, I never imagined tonight would turn out this way. I've got to tell you, that was the best licking I've ever had." She smiled and then flounced into the bathroom, pausing only to scoop her clothing from the ground.

Well, he hadn't expected all of this to change how she acted towards him, and to be honest, it's not like he even wanted to do it again. He was content to have his fantasy fulfilled, and he knew it had been a damn good fantasy and damn good fulfillment.

Mark looked across the room and saw Maria watching him. She looked pointedly at the tissues he was holding to his crotch and raised her eyebrows. As soon as he saw her smile, that beautiful, mischievous smile, he knew everything was ok. "You ok?" he mouthed. She nodded imperceptibly and subtly pointed in his direction. He nodded back. She smiled widely and stood up, coming to the centre of the room to gather up her clothes. As she walked past him, towards the bedroom, she leaned down and whispered, "I can't wait to get you alone and hear everything." She didn't wait for a response, instead closing the bedroom door behind her.

Mark felt himself almost getting hard again already. He couldn't wait to hear what had transpired between her and Carl, although he could guess pretty well from the sounds that had been coming from the other side of the room.

Mark looked down at his cock. Something tells me you aren't done for tonight he thought wryly, and leaned over to grab his underwear. For the first time this evening, he was anxious for Leila and Carl to head home.

THE END