Got Double-Teamed Sunday!!!

I thought I was being only figuratively jerked around. Turned out I got literally jerked around ... and I got more than I thought I would!

I was worrying over my car and wondering if my parents would bitch about me not doing chores on my day off. So I decided I would rake some leaves -- creating only one bag of leaves -- while I wait for my All-Time Favorite to call in. See, a week before I received a text from her saying that she would be at ***i's party. I couldn't go because Mother would get mad. Several days later, my ATF, ***e*, texted me again that she's in trouble with making rent and wants to see if she could give me a "hot" massage ... with happy ending. Now, I really don't have the money to spare, but I wanted to help. Plus, I hadn't seen ***e* in awhile. Oh, and happy ending, too.  She gave me her home address, so I just assumed that it'd be a one-on-one thing, a situation that I have longed for. So fuck yeah, I said fuck yeah!

We tried hooking up once before, but haggling over price and her babysitter not coming on time put the kibosh on that. Another positive with my parents leaving on their road trip is that I could remedy this quickly. But as dawn broke on Sunday, I started to receive mixed signals.

First off, ***e* texted me that morning and said that she was stuck up north, so our late morning session had to be delayed to the early afternoon. Fine, so long as I could get out of the house before The 'Rents come back and come back after they do.

The texts continued throughout the day. Running late ... go to my apartment and park on my spot ... I'll text you when I get close, yadda-yadda-yadda. But as I was planning to leave for her place (which is very close, only 15 minutes away ... isn't it awesome that I live so close to a hot stripper?) she texts me again. Change of location -- come down to my friend's place, a place I have gone to for a house party, and we'll do that there. Fuck, really? I hate changes. But I already made a committment, so I drove down rather than up (which, to admit, was closer to home than her place).

So I go through both front doors and see that ***e* was there, tight clothing, smoking weed as usual. I didn't see her friend (don't know if I should use her stage or real name here, so I just won't name her), but more importantly, I didn't see anybody else there. What the heck is going on? No matter. Seeing her made me hard, so after walking over to her living room, I did what I usually do in front of ***e*: I took my dick out of my pants. And I love her because she doesn't register any shock. In fact, through her high haze she said, "That is the hardest I've ever seen it!"

"It's just waiting to see what you're going to do with it. Wanna touch it?" And I walked over to her, weapon out, to the living room couch, where she was reclining after another hit off her pipe. She hooked it with her left pinky finger. Good enough.

We had a plan to surprise her friend and owner of the house: I was going to stand to the side of the archway from which she would enter from the backyard. While ***e* called to her from the sofa (within view from the other side), she would come through, look to her left, and see Mr. Happy being very happy. Well, that didn't work. Maybe I didn't understand the plan, but she just kind of blew past me and into her bedroom. And when she turned around and saw me hard and out, she didn't miss a beat. "I guess she's not impressed," I told ***e*.

I shouldn't have worried, about anything. ***e* closed the blinds in the front windows. I walked to the front, where the foyer had a bed and some chairs, and ***e* turned around the giant jumbo old-school TV so I could see a little bit of the Jets blowing out the Colts. And then we got naked. ***e*'s friend told her jokingly, "Get naked," and she did. ***e* told me to strip, but I said I wanted to get stripped, so after ***e* got totally naked (I totally would've taken all those clothes off of her), she took my clothes off. Then her friend from behind puts her hands around my waist and starts to undo my pants. ***e* had to tell her to untie the drawstring, and then unbutton a snap button (she was trying to slip the not-there button through an eyelet because all pants have shank button flies, which is stupid), but once she did that, pow! Down went my pants!

While ***e* looked behind me and smacked me on my ass -- she is a total whore, and I love it!!! -- her friend got naked. This was the girl who quickly scooted away when I wanted to escort her and ***e* to their car at the end of ***i's party, so I didn't know if she was a bitch. But as she was lifting up her Victoria's secret long shirt and I was trying to tug down her panties and feeling up her big, natural tits, I realized that she showed none of the behavior I thought she was copping after that party. Maybe it was because ***e* was going to give her $40 of the $100 I was going to give ***e*.

Her friend put her hand around my cock and pulled. I like that. She then got some lube from her bedroom and came back. We were both standing there, the three of us, mere steps from the front door. If the blinds were open, they would have seen three pairs of asses, just standing there, my hands caressing their butts, their hands doing something turned away from them. What they were doing, of course, was masturbating me. Where was this massage ***e* promised? Whatevs.

I noticed that her friend was doing all the manual work; ***e* was making jokes about taking this tableau as a photo and saying I should shave my pubes while mainly concentrating on my balls. I wish my penis was long enough for them to lay both of their hands on it. Within two or three minutes of our session starting, and about 10 minutes after I got there, I felt myself "go over the edge." "Oh my God," I said to them, and ***e*, the pro, pushed away the bed that was in front of us. Her and her friend continued to work on me. And finally, I ejaculated. They were pretty weak and short ropes of semen, but I don't think I've ever had a more satisfying cum getting stimulated by other women. I was half-hanging on to both girls as I was screaming like a little girl, screaming over both the shooting and the subsequent pain. The good pain, of course. And then her friend cleaned it up and we went about putting the TV back. I loved the fact that we were just talking to each other about pedestrian stuff, like bathmats and her hosting future parties at this pace, while naked. I'm glad we could talk like that, otherwise shit would get weird.

But, even though I wanted to just hang out and order pizza, we had to leave. ***e* changed all these plans because she had to pick up her son from the babysitter. I tried to stretch it by talking to her friend on this bed about how to improve attendance at her parties -- totally naked, of course, while they both got their clothes on. But I had to get dressed myself, and we were done, oh, about an hour after I got there.

I really can't complain, though. One of my wildest dreams, getting a two-on-one when it comes to sexual favors, came true on Sunday. Plus I only had to pay $100 for it. Awesome! Goddamn, I have to do that again in the future. Hopefully when all my stress goes away, I can look back and realize for real that that day was one of the best days of my life.