Sugaring: Olivia and Jasmine

Jasmine shifted on top of her, a bobbing motion that told Olivia all she needed to know. Her friend had resumed sucking Craig's fat cock.

"Oh god," he moaned. "Two tongues on me. Two little wet tongues." A shudder swept through his body. "You girls are... oh yeah."

Trying not to think too much about how she had ended up here, Olivia focused on Craig's plump ball sack. She swirled her tongue around the sides several times then gently sucked to draw one ball into her mouth. Borrowing from Jasmine's technique she applied a soft, steady suction, almost releasing it before drawing it farther into her mouth. After several repetitions she let the ball pop free.

Craig was trembling. Olivia could feel the shudder from his thighs brushing the sides of her head and in the base of his ball sack as she reached out once again to lick and suck his bag. The twenty-three year-old darted her tongue side to side. Her face was as slick as the man's sack. She took the other ball into her mouth. Or was it the same one? She was disoriented.

And aroused. Pleasuring a man was a reliable turn-on in most situations anyway, but Olivia was surprised to find it true here. Both watching Jasmine earlier, and now her attention to Craig's balls conspired to make her wet. And there was more. The sensation of Jasmine's body on top of her was another unexpected pleasure. Her friend's full, soft breasts pressed against her, sliding wetly as Jasmine gyrated. Olivia's eyes were still closed, but she couldn't help but picture Jasmine's mouth feverishly working Craig's thick cock. Some of her friend's saliva ran down the older man's shaft, reaching his balls and Olivia's tongue. It was almost like kissing. A tingle of forbidden pleasure swept through her.

"Fuck!" Craig moaned. "So fucking perfect right now." He was stock still, but trembling. "You two," he gasped. "You two are... I don't believe it."

The man surely was on the brink. Olivia probed with her tongue, exploring every corner of Craig's balls. She flicked her tongue to the base then draw it slowly upward, applying firm pressure as he moaned his delight. His hips bucked once, then again.

Music floated into her awareness. The spare, distant tune seemed out of place, unwelcomed. Olivia tried to keep her attention on Craig's sack, but something was wrong. Something had changed.

"Fuck," muttered Jasmine. She seemed no longer to be moving up and down. "Dammit!"

The alarm.

Craig backed away, carefully extracting his balls from Olivia's mouth. "Hoooooooo," he said, exhaling. "That was fucking amazing." He flopped backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily, his achingly hard cock laying atop his stomach. His organ, balls, and the tops of his thighs were drenched in saliva.

He hadn't cum.

Jasmine looked down at Olivia morosely. Their eyes met, but neither spoke. After a moment Jasmine rolled off. Olivia stared at her round butt as her friend silenced the phone alarm.

"You should have cum," Jasmine muttered. She couldn't face the man.

"Jasmine, you haven't been with any older men, have you?" Craig was still panting a bit but propped himself up on his elbows. "We don't cum as fast as younger guys. I mean, don't get me wrong, that was ridiculous." He grinned. "You should have said fifteen minutes, though."

Jasmine turned to face Olivia. "I'm sorry Liv," she said softly. "I was sure I could do it. They always..." She trailed off, eyes downcast.

Olivia took in the sight of her friend's half-naked body. How much of her arousal was owed to taking her part in trying to make Craig cum? How much was from having Jasmine's soft body pressed against her own?

"My feelings are hurt," said Craig with mock despair. He sat up on the bed. "I'm not that bad, am I? Don't you at least like my dick?" He stood, pushing his hips forward with exaggerated pride.

Olivia watched, conflicted, as the older man's organ cut the air before him like a sword. A bulging head lead to a thick shaft which was even thicker toward the base. No wonder Jasmine hadn't been able to take him deep. It was a merciless spear of flesh which would test any mouth. Or pussy. What would it feel like?

"No matter," Craig said cheerfully. "I promised I'd suck on those fine titties of yours, Jasmine. Let's do that!" Again he flopped onto the bed, his back largely upright and propped against the pillows. He patted his lap with his hand.

Jasmine couldn't seem to move. Like a zombie she could only stare at Olivia. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her hair tangled and wild. A feeling of remorse swept suddenly over Olivia. It was her fault they were here on this boat, not Jasmine's. Her responsibility.

"Suck on mine." It was like someone else had spoken the words.

Craig looked over, surprised. "Well, this is unexpected." He was grinning again. "Show them to me then."

For the second time that day Olivia unfastened her top and tugged it off. She faced Craig, her perky breasts quivering slightly. Again, an unexpected twinge of arousal shot through her. Craig beckoned her toward him.

Numbly, Olivia joined Craig on the bed, straddling him. His organ pressed against the side of her leg, but Craig ignored it, focusing instead on her breasts. Holding her close he circled a nipple with his tongue gently. He kissed it softly at first, then with suction, then with even more. Just as her nipple began to ache he switched sides. Again he switched between gentle and almost rough sucking, all the while holding her firmly in place with a hand behind her back.

"They're nice," he groaned. His ever more insistent tongue couldn't seem to decide which breast to focus on. "Perky and sweet."

If she closed her eyes Olivia could picture herself in a porno. It wasn't much of a stretch. An older man with a fat cock teasing and toying with a younger woman. His strong hands holding her tight while he explored her body. Soon he would lay her back and stretch her pussy, but for now kept himself occupied with her breasts. The imagery combined with Craig's mouth and hands upon her sent tendrils of warmth across her skin and to her slit.

"Mmm," Olivia said, almost involuntarily. She found herself grinding against his dick, stopped herself, then resumed almost immediately. She was too turned on to let the shame win.

There was a soft touch on her shoulder. Jasmine had joined them on the bed and now stroked Olivia's hair tenderly. Her expression was unreadable. Curiosity? She watched intently as Craig tongued her breasts.

Craig looked up. "Ah," he said. "You waiting for your turn?"

What exactly had drawn Jasmine back to the bed didn't seem to matter. Craig guided Olivia to the side, then lay Jasmine down in the center of the bed. Laying beside her, the older man cupped one of Jasmine's breasts. Eyes locked on Olivia, he began to tongue and suck a nipple. A touch of envy flickered through her. Just a moment ago she had been grinding on his dick while getting her tits sucked. Now Jasmine was getting the attention.

Craig kept his eyes on Olivia as he slowly, wetly teased Jasmine's breast. Periodically he would tug on her, drawing the nipple through his fingers before releasing it to bounce free. "Why don't you help me? I bet she'd like having both of us on her."

Olivia couldn't tell the extent to which her friend was enjoying the attention. Jasmine's eyes were closed, and her brow creased seemingly with distaste. Yet, as Craig swirled his tongue across a slick nipple she let out a soft 'oh'. Perhaps like her, Jasmine's involuntarily sexual response was taking over.

Why not, Olivia thought. They'd kissed before. Was licking a nipple really any different? In any event they had more or less promised Craig a three-way. She leaned forward.

"Yeah," said Craig, watching as Olivia slid her tongue across Jasmine's breast to her nipple. "Let's make her feel good."

Men are usually too gentle with breasts, Jasmine thought. But not Craig. Applying firm pressure he squeezed the tip of Jasmine breast then pressed his tongue flat and hard against her nipple. Olivia mirrored his technique and in a moment both were teasing, tonguing, kissing and sucking Jasmine's soft flesh.

"Ah. Oh, oh fuck," Jasmine moaned. "It's, yeah. Omigod. Liv, your tongue."

Olivia locked eyes with Craig, sharing the moment. Jasmine's ripe young body twisted and writhed between them as Olivia's own arousal peaked. Why had she never done this before?

"Can you take her bikini bottom off Olivia?"

Of course she could. She was eager to. Olivia gripped either side of Jasmine's bikini bottom, and as the girl raised her hips to make it easier, wriggled it free. The brunette's shaved slit was damp and inviting.

"Here," Craig said. Taking Olivia's hand he guided her down until her fingers found Jasmine's pussy. She knew what to do. Sliding her fingers up from the wet slit, Olivia found Jasmine's clit and brushed it gently. Slickness greeted her, and soon her fingers slid across and around the damp nub.

"Oooooh yeah," Jasmine groaned. "Do it. Do it to me. Fuck!"

No one observing the scene would guess that less than twenty minutes earlier both girls had wanted nothing more than for their encounter to end as quickly as possible. Jasmine lay spread and gyrating between Craig and Olivia welcoming their attention. The older man kept a firm grip on one breast, holding it in place for his relentless sucking and tonguing. Meanwhile Olivia stroked and teased Jasmine's clit, watching her expression carefully. Jasmine's face was written with ecstasy.

"More," the brunette gasped. "More, deeper fingers in me. Please!"

Craig shot Olivia another surprised look but wasted no time. He quickly reached a hand toward Jasmine's pussy, and slid first one finger then another inside. The brunette wriggled her dripping slit against him.

"Oooh there, yes. Don't, oh... don't stop."

Neither did. Olivia flicked and teased Jasmine's clit, sliding her slick fingers around and across the little nub. Craig plunged and curled his fingers into her dripping gash, pressing against her g-spot. Nor did he forget about her breast, sucking and tonguing with increasing urgency.

Jasmine bucked and twisted beneath them as Olivia looked on in wonder. Her friend was reveling in pure ecstasy, moaning, gasping, arching her curvy body, and pushing against both her and Craig. She shuddered and cried out.

"Fuck, oh yeah. Oh I'm going to... unh." Sweat dripped down her flanks, sparkling even in the dim light of the cabin. "I'm... I'm going... I'm going to... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

The orgasm ripped through her, a long convulsion that rose and held her tight in its irresistible embrace. Jasmine bucked her hips and arched her back. Full breasts jiggled and bounced enticingly as the shudder reached every extremity. Her core was taut, pushing her ass back onto the bed. Her head snapped to the side as her mouth opened wide.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, eyes closed. The spasm of pleasure crested and held, keeping the gyrating girl in its control. "Ooooooohhhh." To Olivia it seemed as if her friend might never stop cumming. Finally, and only slowly, the grip of ecstasy loosened. With a series of ever softer spasms Jasmine gradually relaxed, settling back contentedly. Still panting, she peered at Olivia through slitted eyes. "Oh my god," she gasped.

Craig leaned back, his eyes wide. "Holy shit you are incredible!"

Olivia brushed her fingers over Jasmine's nub gently as she pulled back. She had never been so turned on by another woman, had never suspected it was even possible. Glistening with perspiration and glowing with arousal, Jasmine's skin begged to be touched. Olivia wanted to hold her, caress her, and taste her. She settled for a kiss.

"Oh," said Jasmine after a first tentative kiss. Olivia kissed her again recklessly, and Jasmine again responded. Was the other girl as turned on as she was or just playing along for Craig's benefit? Uncaring, they kissed again, tongues meeting.

Strong male hands gripped her thighs. Without moving so quickly as to break her embrace with Jasmine, Craig guided Olivia onto her back and tugged off her bikini bottom.

Fear flashed through her. She craved attention. She craved dick. After watching and helping Jasmine suck Craig almost to the point of orgasm, then bringing Jasmine to a thrashing climax she was eager for her turn. Even the thought of letting the older man fuck her no longer really bothered Olivia. Still, the thought of taking his fat cock was worrisome. None of her boyfriends or hookups had been as thick. None had stretched her. And none of it mattered. It was going to happen.

Jasmine was still coming down from her orgasmic high. Her body trembled a bit and her mouth was still open, softly panting. Her eyes however shown with concern for her friend. Tenderly, she brushed a lock of dark hair from Olivia's face. There seemed to be nothing to say.

"Did I say to stop kissing?" Craig was intent on making the most of their increasingly intense encounter.

The girls needed little encouragement. Eager to recapture their earlier moment, Olivia parted her lips. Jasmine leaned in, and the pair resumed their wet kiss.

"Good! That's so fucking hot, you two girls."

He was upon her now. Olivia felt the bed shift with his weight, his hands spreading her thighs, then firm pressure against her slit. Hard, insistent male flesh had found her. She tried raising her head to see, but Jasmine gently urged her back.

"Relax," she said. "Just let it happen. I'm right here."

Olivia's flesh yielded as Craig probed her. Slick with arousal, her gash seemed to welcome the swollen head. Her lover pulled back then forward again as he eased into her.

"Mmm," Craig groaned. "You're nice and wet." He pulled out then pushed in farther than before. "So wet. Did it turn you on watching Jasmine cum? I loved it."

He must have really loved it, Olivia thought. Craig's rod was brutally hard. The head had some merciful give to it, but the shaft was rigid and eager. His strokes were also becoming less tentative. Leaning his head back in bliss, he surged forward with particular vigor. He groaned.

"Ouch, fuck!" Olivia winced. Craig's fat cock was reaching deeper, spreading her apart. "Slower, slower!"

"Ah, sorry baby. You just feel so fucking good. I want that sweet thing."

"You're getting it." Jasmine spoke up. "Just be careful. You know you've got a fat cock, right?"

He chuckled. "All the girls say so." He pushed forward again carefully. "But, they also know what a guy wants to hear. How am I supposed to know what's true?"

He knew. His point did make some sense, but Olivia could tell from the laughing tone that he was well aware of what he had. Still, who could blame him? She knew Jasmine was proud of her big boobs. Why shouldn't Craig be proud of his thick cock?

It was easier than she had feared. Jasmine kissed down to her ear to alternate between whispering encouragement and darting her tongue in. The sensation was a welcome distraction from the discomfort of being stretched out.

"It's so hot watching him take you," Jasmine whispered. Her breath tickled Olivia's ear. "He's opening you up, Liv."

"Yeah, shit," she gasped. "More like he's destroying me, ow!" She raised her head to see Craig's cock spreading her pussy lips apart, driving in the fat head and thick shaft. Ever deeper he drove, his strokes becoming more reckless. There was another twinge of pain.

But the worst was past. Her stretched pussy now welcomed him more than it resisted, as tendrils of pleasure worked their way through her. His cock was so slick with her arousal as to practically glide in. He had made her his.

"Nnnnh," he grunted. "You're amazing. That sweet thing." Out and back in, he continued to pick up the pace. Soon his thighs were slapping against hers. "Your tight little body."

Olivia groaned. Gradually she was turning the corner from merely enduring the encounter to welcoming it. She found herself greeting Craig's thrusts, grinding against his dick. "Yeah, do it then," she said. "Hit it."

Meanwhile Jasmine kissed her way to Olivia's breast. "Felt so good when you sucked on my titties." She met Olivia's eyes as she applied her tongue. "How does this feel?"

It felt amazing. Jasmine's technique was different than Craig's. Whereas the older man had effectively applied flat, wet pressure against her nipple Jasmine was more nuanced. Using the tip of her tongue she explored just the nipple, darting around and teasing it. Gradually she widened the motion until she was gently tonguing the aureole. Finally, she applied a bit of suction to draw Olivia's nipple into her mouth before releasing it with a soft pop.

"That's it, suck her tits." Craig was plainly aroused by the sight of the two young women, one grinding against him, one applying her tongue. He drove home an especially vigorous thrust, his balls slapping against Olivia's ass. "Let's double up on her, make her cum."

She wanted to. Her pussy ached with lust. Jolts of hot, electric pleasure now ran across her skin to her depths. With each thrust, Craig stretched her. With one stroke he'd pull nearly out until the tip of his cock merely brushed her lips before plunging back in deep. Sometimes, leaning back with unrestrained ecstasy he'd push against her G-spot until it was almost too much to bear.

But she couldn't cum. Craig seemed to be savoring the moment, grinding slowly away rather than rushing eagerly toward his own orgasm. His measured strokes were blissful but would never get her off. The entire erotic scene the three of them were playing out had aroused her thoroughly, but she needed a strong finish.

"I want on top!" The impulsive request surprised even her.

"Ha, sure," Craig chuckled. "You want to be in control, huh?" Teasingly, he pulled out slowly until his cock bobbed free, slick with her desire.

Olivia ignored the question. Practically before the older man had even laid back she pounced on him. With a low groan she impaled herself on his spear. "Ooooh!"

"You like your daddy's cock?" Craig seemed as happy to let her mount his shaft as he had been taking her. "You like riding it?"

That was it, the other thing she had meant to try. In her reading, sugar babies were divided on whether or not it was cool to use daddy/baby language in bed. Some women refused to, saying it felt creepy or demeaning. Others said it was hot and their daddies loved it. Craig seemed open to the idea.

"Unh yeah," she grunted. Then, feeling the moment added "My daddy's fat cock."

The reaction was immediate. With a moan, Craig bucked his hips hard. "Yeah baby," he gasped. "Ride your daddy's dick."

"Daddy's fat dick feels so good." It felt so natural to say it. "You like my little pussy?" She bounced eagerly, pressing her nub against the base of his rigid shaft. "Your baby's pussy?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah I do."

It was a complete turnaround. Just moments before she had been wriggling against his dick, trying to get off. Now she bounced happily against him, getting exactly what she wanted. Already she felt like she could turn the corner at any time. A flash of guilt swept through her but just as quickly swept away. Demeaning or not, it was hot to cry out for her daddy.

"Take it then," she moaned. "Fuck me daddy!"

"Oh, shit," Jasmine gasped. The brunette was staring in wonder as Olivia rode Craig, devouring his cock with her eager gash. Ever faster she pumped him, grinding her nub against the base of his rod. Olivia's eyes were mere slits, her mouth a perfect O.

"Yeah, it's good," Olivia panted back. "I'm getting it."

Turned on by the dirty talk, Olivia brought herself ever closer to climax. Riding him allowed her to use his dick like she might a vibrator, pressing it against her most sensitive spots or sliding it deep. She was wrapped in ecstasy, practically blind to anything but her own pleasure.