Short Girls Will Be The Death Of Me

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I gotta admit. My cock grew fully hard just at the sound of Amanda knocking at my door. When Dillon opened the door and embraced her long-time friend, their respective cleavages clashing, their excited squeals in harmony, I almost came right then at the possibilities of what was about to happen.

The more Dillon heard about myself and Melody’s secret sex life, the more she wanted to compete with her. Though she said she wanted to continue “life in the moment” and thought that bringing in another would be a good reminder that we are just to be fuck buddy’s, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

I thought she was overthinking it all, but in any case this lead her to invite Amanda over. Amanda is another of Dillon and Melody’s childhood besties so of course I’m thrilled by this. Though I’d never had the string of fantasies about her, like I’d had with Dillon, I knew that Amanda (Mandy, her close friends called her) probably fucked good.

She was the opposite of Dillon personality wise. Amanda is brash, ornery, and generally tears through men like it’s nothing. And physically, Amanda is a near replica of Melody which is why I know she’ll feel fucking exquisite.

Short girl. Huge tits. Thick lips. A magic trifecta that’ll be the fucking death of me.

Dillon has never been with a girl and is not sure if she even wants to, but she does get off on the idea of watching. She confessed to me that after she found out about Melody fucking Chase (her then boyfriend), she was heartbroken, but said she also felt angry that she didn’t get to watch.

Chase, in a dumb-dude move and maybe in an attempt to hurt her, told Dillon how good Melody was— how quickly he got-off when she sucked him, something Dillon always had trouble doing. (Though she had no trouble with me, I might add).

So after hearing that, she would often fantasize about watching Melody and Chase fuck. She told me she would finger herself or use a vibrator even as she thought about it. Chase, himself, could never make her cum, but fucking herself while imagining watching them always got her off, she confessed.

Dillon wanted to turn these emotionally difficult watching-fantasies into something real and fun. Unlike Melody who shied away from sex play with her close personal friends, Dillon felt more comfortable with it. Plus, she had told Amanda about our recent romps, including praise of my skills. To which Mandy apparently replied jealously, “Goddamn, Bitch. I wanna fuck him too!”

And there you have the events that have led to Amanda now knocking at my door and rubbing her giant tits all over Dillon and me as she hugs us both excitedly.

Amanda knows she is here to get fucked, but makes no big deal about it, a huge turn on for me.

We sit in my living room, drinking wine and listening to old soul records. The girls laugh over stories from high school and about certain boys. Melody’s name gets mentioned a lot.

Amanda has a lot of good stories about her, many I hadn’t heard— blowing 2 boys in the bathroom of a party, having to tell her in the hall that she had cum running down her leg after she fucked the security guard in his car during lunch. Amanda even admits to getting fingered by Melody over a dare, how they liked it and did it again for fun several times later. I wonder why Melody never mentioned this or wanted to bring Mandy on as a playmate?

I’m getting very aroused hearing about Melody. Recently this would have bothered me, but I’m just gonna embrace it for now. In fact, it’s inevitable I’m gonna think of Melody while fucking Mandy. How could I not? These short, busty nymphs could be twins.

A second bottle of wine is opened and I invite Amanda to sit on the floor in front of me while I rub her shoulders. It’s an obvious move to get things started, but neither girl says anything about it.

Dillon watches from the couch as I place my hands on Amanda’s bare shoulders. Mandy instantly reacts with a sultry moan and Dillon and I both smile at each other, my cock harder than ever.

Not Her Boyfriend

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“You have to stop making love to me like that,” Dillon struggles to say as she catches her breath, a pool of my cum resting deeply inside her center. My hands cup her breasts from behind and I’m kissing her shoulders in a series of slow, long tastes.

“Ok,” I simply say, as my kisses travel to her neck.

“It’s making me fall for you and I can’t fall for you. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend. Boyfriends lie and cheat. Boyfriends leave. You can’t be my boyfriend.”

“Ok.”

I’m sliding down her body, my fingers exploring her lips and breath as she talks, my kisses dance a bit too long on her nipples, eventually breaking free and moving downward still.

“I want you to be my teacher. My guide. My experiment. My toy. My preacher. My…”

She stops talking as my mouth reaches her glistening sex. It’s still gaping and oozing from our fuck just moments ago. I kiss her there just as tenderly as I kissed her everywhere. My cum lines her walls and puddles underneath her. I breathe us in and moan as I press my mouth further in.

“I’ve never been so relaxed,” she continues in a calm near whisper. “I’ve never been so confident and at peace. My whole life I’ve tried to make men like me. I’ve stressed over pleasing them, gave them my body, anything they wanted. I just wanted to be loved. But you, I didn’t care if you liked me. I fucked you for revenge. I fucked you for the experience. I wasn’t worried about pleasing you, I only wanted to get off. And you got my off in ways I’ve never even dreamed of.”

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My mouth has gradually planted firmly into her. Slowly I grind the flat part of my tongue along her stiff clitoris. I feel it at the back of my tongue and slowly lick up until she’s at my tip. I circle her bud twice in one direction, twice in another and then flatten my tongue, guiding it back down until I feel her stiff drop again at the back of my tongue. I repeat this series of motions over and over and over, with just a touch more intensity with each cycle. Her legs begin to twitch but she continues.

“I’ve had casual sex before, but I still stressed over making the guy like me. Over trying to please him. But the way you fucked me? It was like you already worshipped you. Like I already pleased you just by being. You made me feel comfortable just being me. For once I was in the moment. And even when I’m not with you, I still feel at ease. Because I know I’m capable of it. I know there’s someone in this world who can make me feel this way. It’s not just a dream. It’s…”

She stops talking again. To cum. To convulse against my face. To grasp at sheets and hair. To grunt, moan and scream into the air. To gush into my mouth. To pause her breath as more orgasms bombard her in waves. To feel every nerve in her body light up and glow. To feel alive.

Dillon Drills Me; I Drill Dillon

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“Why were you with Melody so long?”

Dillon had been dying to ask I know, but it’s not the conversation that I wanted to have right now. In fact, I didn’t want any conversation. She had to slide her mouth off my dick to ask it and I knew she was just fucking with me. I was about to cum, nearing the edge and she stops mid-suck to ask me this.

Clever fucking girl.

We had been playing around with denying each other orgasms, seeing who could bring the other closest to the edge, seeing who couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded to cum, etc.

“I don’t want to answer that right now.”

“Why?”

“Well for one, I want you to continue this brilliant head you’re giving me.”

She opens her mouth and hovers above my tip, just barely grazing my dick with her lips. I could feel her hot breath wash over it and I wanted it stuffed in her attentive mouth badly.

I squirmed.

“How about you tell me,” she teases, “and then I’ll finish you off. I’ll even let you decide if I should swallow or wear you all over my face and chest.”

She then brought her wide open mouth down on me, not touching my cock at first, then locked her mouth around me and sucked up my shaft torturously slow, digging the tip of her tongue into my dickhole as she reached the top. It was the best fucking feeling and torture all at once. Because she stopped.

“Tell me why. Why were you with Melody so long?”

“Honestly? For sex.”

“Fucking her was that good?”

“Yes.”

“How good? Tell me in detail.”

Dillon begins sucking me tenderly and slow.

“She always wanted it. She was down for anything and good at everything. The smallest, wettest pussy. The biggest tits. Dangerously skilled mouth.”

Dillon’s now sucking me harder and more passionately. I continue.

“She was orgasmic to a fault. She’d cum just crossing her legs sometimes. She loved watching me fuck other women and I loved watching her fuck men and women. They were all so amazed with her. If ever there was a woman born to do nothing but fuck, it’s Melody.”

Dillon is sucking me hungrily and talking about fucking Melody has me climaxing more than anything. I wanted to cum in Dillon’s throat as I thought about Melody’s throat, but I also wanted Dillon more than ever.

I grabbed Dill by the face and pulled her to my mouth for a deep kiss. She positioned herself quickly on top of me and inside of her.

We fucked and kissed savagely, Dillon humped me with might as I growled into her kiss.

I wanted to add something else.

“But if Melody was here right now, I would choose you. I would fuck you senselessly and cum for hours making her only watch. And it would make her jealous, Dillon, because no one can make her cum like I did. And we would make her watch as you came and came and came.”

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I kiss her again.

She cums.

I cum an instant after her and in harmony we continue to fuck until my cock is drained.

Dillon’s breathing hard and can barely speak, but she manages another question.

“But what would she do now? After watching you make me cum and ejaculating inside of me?”

I knew exactly what she’d do. What she did many times before.

“She’d come over here and eat my cum out of your pussy, licking you better than I could even dream, making you cum harder than I ever could. Once you finished an endless cascade of O’s, she’d put on a strap on and fuck you more. Again, fucking you harder and better than I’m even physically possible. She would fuck you until you were a quivering pile of mush or passed out. Probably both. And then she’d walk over to me and beg me to fuck her.”

“Would you,” Dillon asked sweetly.

“No. I’m done with her.”

Dillon smiled and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back and could tell we were falling for each other. Which made me feel horrible because I just bluntly lied to her.

I would fuck Melody in a heartbeat.

Thoughts on Dillon

Did I mention how great it felt to fuck Dillon? Because it felt great. Like FUCKING great. Like revenge-fucking-a-tight-ass-body-that-I’ve-masturbated-to-years-and-I-feel-like-a-badass-because-she-hasn’t-orgasmed-in-ages-and-I-made-her-cum-multiple-times-and-her-christ-she-can-screw-and-I-think-I-could-lick-her-sex-forever-and-ever type of “fucking great.”

Getting the privilege of bedding this beauty was SO EASY too, like fate, itself, was arranging my booty calls. I saw her at the bar. She hadn’t spoken to me since Melody and I split and why would she? She was Melody’s friend first and we only every made the cordial hellos and small talk when we would run into each other. I’m not sure what Mel told all her friends when she left me, but I’m assuming it was spun in her favor. Melody soon showed her true colors though and fucked Dillons boyfriend one night. The BF called Melody up after fighting with Dillon. Mel should have known he was up to no good. She should have told the asshole to kick fucking rocks. But she didn’t. Melody never turns down dick. Ever. Worst part was she even bragged about it later to mutual friends who immediately saw her as a piece of shit and ran to Dillon with all the details. Dillon broke up with the boy and told Melody to go to hell.

So when I saw Dillon in the bar I approached her only because I knew the two of us could have quite the fun Mel-hate conversation. I never predicted that I’d be balls-deep inside of her and fucking her every day of the week. Our bar encounter happened on Friday. Today’s Thursday and she just left. I can’t remember the last time I fucked the same girl seven days in a row. OK, I can remember. Melody, of course. But I’m not gonna taint this post about Dillon with tales of Mel. There’s plenty of time for the divulging of that later.

So back to Dillon and the bar. I’ll never forget the first words she said to me.

“You must have superpowers. Because how the hell could anyone stay married to that cunt for so long?”

This was before a “hello” or anything was spoken. I always knew Dillon was gorgeous. I had no idea how funny she could be too.

“You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility. I took her so none of my fellow men would have to deal with her. Took one for the team. That and I think she drugged me.”

She laughed and asked me to sit next to her.

I wouldn’t leave her side until morning.

After a night of drinks, laughs and lots of passionate fuck, the morning began tender and sweet.

We didn’t speak a word. We kissed. God we kissed for an hour at least. Yes, it led to more fucking. (Great fucking actually. She rode me reverse cowgirl, but humped me so goddamn slow, I could feel every wet hot bit of her. I loved the sensation of her pussy dragging slowly against my length and I came quickly. She loved how quickly I came too. Made her feel powerful and she loved that I came inside of her without fear.) But it was more than just a morning bang. It was tender and sweet. Unexpected.

She felt it to. So much so that she felt like she had to say something.

“I knew I was gonna fuck you the moment you walked into that bar,” she told me. “But I never expected to fuck you twice. Or stay the night. Or get intimate with you with kisses and shit.”

“Weird. I don’t remember ‘shit’ being involved. I think I would’ve asked you to leave a long time ago.”

It was a dumb joke. She laughed anyway.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not. And I REALLY don’t want to give Melody the satisfaction of ever playing victim or even matchmaker or whatever if we became an item. So we can never do that, ok?”

“Never an item. Got it.”

“But that’s not going to stop me from coming by later so you can fuck the hell out of me tonight and make gentle love in the morning. Because I could get use to that. Could you?”

I smiled and nodded shyly. Fuck, I think I even bit my lip and looked down. This could get dangerous. But I like it.

Seven days straight. And counting.