Dick Picture Perfect — 13
by Redsliver
* * *I stalked up and down the foot of Adelaide’s bed. Celeste’s room was still a mess. Adelaide still had hours to go before she’d be home. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Adelaide ha-ates it when I fuck her boyfriends,” Celeste said. “Well, boyfriend. I’ve been good since grade 10.”
“Yeah, no one likes it when a younger, prettier girl is attracted to her guy,” Philia frowned. She walked her eyes over Nisha and combed her fingers through Celeste’s hair. “And your sister’s supposed to be able to trust you.”
“First, she’s not prettier!” I took a deep breath. Maybe Celeste was prettier than Adelaide. This family hogged all of the hot genetics. “Second, Nisha, remind me to fuck Talsy in front of Philia.”
“Why?” Nisha asked.
“She’s a younger and prettier redhead,” Lidie filled in my thoughts. Philia’s eyes fell downcast.
“Shit!” I huffed. “When you went out tonight, did you like Ike?”
“Maybe, mostly. It wasn’t an amazing first date,” she shrugged. “I had fun. I was going to see him again. There’s promise in him and I didn’t want to not get a fuck out of it.”
“Why didn’t you fuck him tonight?” Lidie asked.
“It was our first date. He needs to know he has to work for it,” Celeste said.
“No, he doesn’t. He needs to know whether he can put up with your shit when his balls are empty.” Lidie shook her head. “Fuck, I hate the dating game.”
“Shi-it. Shit. Shit!” I spat and dug out my phone. I looked up at the room. “If I—” If I was to tell you to keep going out with Ike, would you? God, I didn’t want that answer. Celeste was hot! She was curvy, with big breasts, cute eyes, and a bright smile. I think she was hotter pissed off at the credit union than she was in her trying-too-hard date night makeup. I frowned. I took another look at her low-cut first date dress. Her taste in clothes was excellent. I smiled.
“If you what, sweetie?” Lidie asked me.
“It was nothing.” I shook my head. “I’m not fucking you until Adelaide gets home and she forgives me for what I did.”
The girls sat. They all watched me. All but Philia who nervously picked her fingernails at her knees.
“Philia get dressed and go home—” I shut up again. “Before you saw the picture, how were things with your husband?”
“Rocky,” she said, walking past me. Her clothes were in Celeste’s room. “But all seven year marriages are a bit rocky sometimes. I was happy.”
“Has he ever cheated on you?” I asked.
“Not that I know of,” she said. I latched onto that.
“But you’re not confident enough to say he hasn’t?”
“I guess you can never be 100% sure. Let’s call it 99%.”
“Kids?” I worried.
“No, he was in a car wreck in college. No swimmers,” she said, and ran a hand over her belly. “So, if you finish in me it would be a surprise.”
“Shit...” I said. She got dressed with alacrity. I was doing my best Winnie the Pooh “Think. Think. Think.” as she reached the apartment front door.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“You told me to go—”
“Get back in there.” I pointed to Celeste’s room. Philia walked. I watched her ass. She was hot. She was just standing between Lidie and Celeste. Those weren’t fair comparisons. Before Adelaide had said yes, I would’ve thought Philia was out of my league. If she wasn’t older than I’d normally go for. I clacked my teeth.
“Go home,” I told Philia. “I don’t have enough bandwidth for you right now.”
“OK,” she frowned. “Will you call me?”
“Fuck,” I said. “Stop.” She had her hand on the doorknob. “I need your phone number.”
I walked back to Adelaide’s room with a look on my face. Nisha raised an eyebrow. Lidie sat next to Celeste on the foot of the bed. I walked to Nisha and grabbed her hips.
“Is this a long term thing?” she asked me.
“Why?” I asked.
Lidie cleared her throat and called my attention. “Well, it’s just, we’ve never been number three girls… Let’s face it, we’ve never been sex slaves before.” She licked her lips and shone adoring eyes at me.
“I have,” Celeste said. “Grade 10, I spent March break a slave to a Grade 12 hockey player.” She shuddered and smiled. “Oh my god! I am dripping wet.”
“So? That clearly wasn’t permanent,” Nisha said. “And could you have left at any time.”
“He was your sister’s boyfriend,” I guessed. Celeste nodded.
“Sister’s boyfriend or you could leave?” Nisha pushed.
“Both, I guess,” she said. “Then Dad found out, I think Addie told him. But they both kicked him out of our lives.”
“He sounds like a sketchbag,” I said. “Anyway, I don’t know how long this’ll last, Nisha. I don’t know why it works. Let alone how.”
“Oh,” Nisha said. “Because, I—if I’m up to number three girl, I want to go on. I think I can get to number two girl.”
“Maybe you can,” I said, and took a deep breath. “Alright.” I looked at the three women in my room. Lidie watched me with her cute brown eyes. Her nipples poked up her shirt. She had a great body. Nisha was sweaty, smelling of sex and use. Her green hair was limp and her eye makeup had run. The smile on her face panted and she obviously wanted to fuck more. Celeste looked at me with big yellow-brown eyes. Her breasts were larger than Adelaide’s! Christ. Her waist was more narrow. She was three inches shorter. She watched me with amused interest.
“How long until Adelaide gets home?” I asked.
“Hours,” Celeste said.
It was trivial to break my word. These girls were mine. What was Adelaide going to do? Not forgive me? I—
“Nisha you need a shower. Come with me.” I grabbed Nisha’s hand and led her from the bedroom. Celeste and Lidie chased after me. The four of us were in the washroom. “Fuck.”
“Like me and her?” Lidie waved her thumb between Celeste and herself.
“I don’t eat pussy,” Celeste declared.
That made me angry. She’d eat pussy when I told her too. She’d—I pinched my nose. “Lidie, Celeste, go clean your room.” I caught Lidie’s eye. “Shit, I mean—”
“Her room,” Lidie laughed and squeezed Celeste’s shoulder. “I’m not an idiot.”
Maybe that’s why I didn’t like Philia? I didn’t like stupid people. Even fuckable redheads.
“We’re fucking in the shower?” Nisha asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s do that.”
I stripped Nisha of her team uniform. Throwing the grass and mud stained jersey to the sink as she pulled off her sports bra. She kicked out of her shorts and I dragged down her underwear. She stepped on the heels of her socks. I grabbed her naked hips.
Sherry and Nisha were my petite girls. Nisha’s fair skin was randomly dotted with freckles. Her nipples were hardly a different color from her untanned tits. I ran my thumbs over those pale points. The breast flesh jiggled.
“You gotta get naked too,” she said, already unzipping my fly.
“You’re really hot,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said. “You get really wet too.”
“Good enough,” I agreed. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my jeans and boxers pulled down. I twisted Nisha around and grabbed a handful of her ass. Adelaide and Celeste… And Raylea had great asses. Nisha’s was a little flat. “I’m going to fuck you from the front?”
“My ass that bad?” She worried.
“Your tits are that good,” I said with all of my teeth showing. She giggled and started up the shower. I pulled the curtain closed and lifted Nisha up by her thighs and pinned her to the wall. She was tiny, light, and built to be fucked like this.
“Hey,” Lidie stuck her head in the curtain, just out of the spray of the shower. She got a bit in her hair, rebounding off my shoulder. “Celeste and I are going to run her laundry, if we’re not in the apartment when you get out.”
“Thanks,” I grunted, and I speared my cock into Nisha’s pussy.
“Put those Kegel practices to work,” Lidie said and blew a kiss at Nisha.
“Fuck!” Nisha barked at her. “You’ve got a great cock.”
“You’ve got a hot cunt,” I agreed. I slammed her skinny body against the tile wall. Her legs wrapped my hips.
“Didn’t you-uh-say some-uh-thing about my-uh-tits.” Her breaths hitched as my cock hammered into her. She tangled up her fingers in the hair at the back of my head.
“I said, I like them!” I tried grabbing them but she slipped down the wall. I broke her weak ankle grip on my butt and heaved her up and spread eagled on my forearms. She was too short. I couldn’t bend down to her tits. I kissed her.
“You gotta get that shit off your face,” I told her. She had worn makeup to play softball. That didn’t make sense to me, all of the heat and effort and dirt of the field had mucked it up. The shower on her face wrecked it even more.
“It’ll come-uh-off with the-uh-cum,” she breathed.
“You know, I just want to say,” I said with a grin. I bit her lip and she bit me back. Her pussy was milking my cock. I closed my eyes. I was in my girlfriend’s apartment, her shower, fucking the chick I had disliked from work to stop thinking about the girlfriend’s sister who was my newest sidepiece. My head wasn’t in the game to get my cock firing.
Nisha was loving being handled as she was. I had held her aloft, slammed my cock into her pussy, and pinned her to a wall. She grunted and groaned. Her toes kicked and curled. She licked and nibbled my lips and tongue.
“You’re going to cum all over my cock!” I growled at her.
“You’re going to cum all over my face!” she growled back.
“You’re going to have to make me,” I demanded.
She roared like a little lioness. She rolled her shoulders on the tiles. Her skin was slick with water, her bones tremored with pleasure, her ass jumped with energy.
“Uh-Motherfucker!” She stopped kissing me. I stood taller. Put more of my hips and upper legs into the hammering I was giving her. She headbutted my collarbone.
“Christ! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her voice was raspy and low. She clenched her teeth and held every other breath. She wiggled and shook.
“The room’s all cleaned up and the bedclothes are in the washer,” Lidie stuck her head in. “Oh, she’s turning red.”
“Purple-uh-if she-uh-doesn’t-uh start brea-uh-thing!” I was catching up, overtaking my guilt and worry.
“Holy shit!” Celeste pushed Lidie down and looked over her. Lidie got a face full of shower and snorted laughing. “Sorry, I’ve never watched people fuck before.”
“Well, we’ll make sure you see a lot of it.” Lidie pushed away Celeste and the pair inched back from the curtain. “We’ll be out in the living room when you’re done!”
Lidie’s voice was harmonized with the scattershot of erupted curse words dribbling out Nisha’s loose jaw and lagging tongue. She stared at me hard with wide open green eyes. Her tight pussy milked my cock.
“Cum you little slut!” I teased her. Aftershocks and body twists eased down from her high.
“Drop me,” she said. “I’ve gotta clean my face.”
“Celeste!” I shouted.
“What?” Nisha asked, as I lowered her thighs and put her down in the bottom of the tub.
“What?” Celeste asked, and looked in.
“You got too much makeup on, get down there next to Nisha,” I demanded. I settled Nisha on her knees. She grabbed my cock and was rubbing it over her cheek as she licked the underside and pumped her wrist above the balls.
Celeste walked to the other end of the curtain and climbed in. She still wore her first date dress. Her hair was still up. She knelt down, soaking everything to hug her body as my cock made X’s on Nisha’s lips.
“You could’ve gotten—” Naked. I was going to say. Celeste grabbed my balls and rolled them. She licked around the head. Her nose bumped Nisha’s, and she pulled back.
“If you can’t even touch noses, you’re in for an education,” Lidie said from behind me.
“What?” Celeste looked up to me. Her eye makeup ran in the shower. She looked incredibly vulnerable. Her dress hugged her incredible figure tightly. I wasn’t going to need much.
“He likes it when his girls are affectionate,” Nisha explained. “You’re going to eat pussy. You’re going to sleep with women. You’re going to have orgies.”
“But—”
“So long as I tell you to,” I declared.
Celeste looked up. Her bangs clung to her forehead in the torrent of the shower. I brushed them from her eyes.
“I will,” she nodded.
“Then make me cum,” I said. “And work with Nisha. She knows how to handle herself.”
“I know how to suck a dick,” Celeste said defensively.
“But not with help,” Nisha said. Celeste had gobbled the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue ran wild and undirected over me. Nisha started kissing around Celeste’s mouth. Celeste’s head started corkscrewing around on the head.
I was in no condition to critique. There was something unbelievably exciting in Celeste. A new girl, a fuck up, Adelaide’s sister. I let my eyes drift closed. Lidie’s hands started massaging my shoulders. I didn’t even hear her step into the tub.
“Ease off and let’s work him together,” Nisha said. I nodded. Celeste’s lips left me. She returned with a vengeance. I tangled my fingers in black and green hair. I leaned back onto Lidie’s hands.
“When his breathing starts sounding wheezy like that he’s about to cum,” Nisha explained. “Aim him for your face, not your eyes.”
“I know how to get cummed on,” Celeste said disagreeably.
“You need to get some on my face too,” Nisha explained.
“Fine!” Celeste huffed. I had to smile. Women, fighting over my cum. Life was better than it had any right to be. Lidie’s thumbs pressed hard into my back muscles. It hurt but when she eased off I felt better than I had in weeks. I couldn’t help myself.
Celeste was the first to take my cum. She turned my cock to Nisha as I spasmed a second time. Nisha flinched back. Celeste chuckled madly. She dragged my dick back to her face as I shuddered and weakened the last of my output onto the corners of her lips and chin.
“Shit! Motherfucker! Not for the eyes!” Nisha shoved my knee back and tried to rinse out her eye in the shower spray. I tried not to laugh at her. It took a lot of effort. I squatted down. I eased Celeste into the water. We started actually getting clean.
“Are you alright?” I asked Nisha as I wrapped her up in a towel. I fluffed up her hair.
“I loved this dress!” Celeste complained as she peeled her clothes off to dry.
“You were allowed to take it off,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know that until I was in the shower,” Celeste moaned.
“Ha. Ha.” Nisha laughed sarcastically at Celeste. I put the towel on Nisha’s face and rubbed her dry. Her arms flailed and she kicked, but she was laughing.
I was focused on Celeste. I hadn’t really seen her naked yet. She was looking at Lidie.
“You got bukkake’d in front of me. You can take a dress off,” Lidie sighed.
“Right,” Celeste said, and looked to me. “I suppose I have to.”
“Jesus, you’re a little prude for someone who’s already been a sex slave.” Nisha had removed my hands from her face.
“What?” Celeste worried. “That doesn’t have anything to do with this. That was me and Paul in a basement with some handcuffs. This isn’t slavery. It’s just degeneracy.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “That’s a good word.”
“I don’t like it,” Nisha said. “Really shitty people call me a degenerate.”
“And now some good ones do too,” I said, and hugged her around the waist. I kissed her ear from the back. She laughed and swatted my nose away.
“Ugh,” Celeste said. “At least I can put something dry on.”
“Or you can stay naked like we’re going to,” I suggested.
“Someone’s gotta go down and move the laundry through,” Celeste countered.
“Alright, you gotta get out of that dress at least.” I smiled. She focused on my smile. She grabbed the hem of her skirt, it was only an inch or two below her crotch. Big water droplets were rung out onto the bathroom floor. She took a big breath. Her breasts heaved. Her huge nipples were tenting up the dress. She took a big breath. She took a big breath.
“Get on with it!” Nisha shouted.
Celeste roared and peeled the tight dress off her thighs, her belly, her tits and yanked it off over her head. It was stuck the tightest around her tits. I watched on a held breath until they fell and jiggled into perfect presentation. Droplets of water flew off of her.
“Those are amazing,”
“They’re going to be at her knees in twenty years,” Nisha sniped.
“Be nice.” I said, and nipped at her ear.
“Those are absolutely perfect,” Nisha admitted through a frown.
“Thank you,” Celeste scowled.
“Turn around, show him that ass too,” Lidie said and whistled.
“I’m not used to this kind of treatment,” Celeste said.
“I’ll guide you,” Lidie said cheerfully. “Turn, now stand with your feet further apart. Nice.”
“Wow,” I said looking at her ass.
“Wait for it,” Lidie declared. “OK, now Celeste. Reach down and grab your left ankle with both hands.”
“My left?” Celeste asked.
“Both hands on the same ankle.” Lidie demanded. I tilted my head. Nisha grabbed my chin and made me watch Celeste’s ass.
“Now lift your heels off the ground,” Lidie said.
“I’ll fall forward!”
“I’ll hold your shoulder.”
Lidie grabbed Celeste’s shoulder. My girlfriends knockout little sister was open, wet and on display. I was hard. I couldn’t not be. I was thinking clearly. I still had adelaide. I still needed to talk to her before I lunged forward and impaled her little sister.
“Shit,” I breathed.
“Fantastic right?” Lidie asked. I was nodding and was Nisha. Nisha crossed her arms under her tits. I grabbed a towel from the rack and pushed it in the green girl’s hands.
“What?”
“She needs drying off.” I slapped Celeste’s butt cheek. She yelped and hurried up to her feet.
“Not yet?” Lidie asked. “I figured you were over the hump.”
“I was just too eager,” I wrapped an arm around Lidie’s waist. “You seem quite good at directing.”
“Yeah?” She frowned. “I think it was more of composition. I’m a painter.”
“With a sweet ass German arming sword,” I said.
“Ha! Yeah. You need a director?”
“You want the job?”
“Can I be a number two girl?” She put a hand on her hip.
“Adelaide tonight’ll be practice,” I said. “We’ll talk to Sherry and Talsy tomorrow.”
“Well, I suppose director makes me special among the number threes,” she said. I tilted her head back and kissed her.
“What was that for?” She asked.
“For being special.”
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