I have been following these challenges for a while, but with nothing to write about. Finally a topic I could drive right into. Here goes, my submission for “2 is better than one” it’s a work of fiction based on a dream I had (modified it though).
Andrew stepped out of the shower.
He thought he had heard some mild mumbling while the shower poured down on him.
His body drenched wet and a towel around his waist, to his dismay, Andrew was greeted by his Uncle Steven, accompanied by two young women sitting on his bed.
His uncle held out a big white box.
“Happy Birthday!!! My dear Andrew, you are 23… You’ve got a gift”
Yes, it was his birthday indeed, but Andrew wasn’t expecting anyone. Andrew worked in his uncle’s firm, he has been for a year. He lived in a studio apartment his uncle paid for, and drove a car his uncle had bought him.
The one thing that annoyed Andrew, was that old uncle Steven had the keys to his apartment. And he didn’t mind dropping by. Nevertheless, Andrew was grateful for the job he had. It could pay up his father’s debt.
Andrew noticed the two women looking keenly at his wet body.
“These young ladies have been dying to wish you, I’m going to leave you with them.. now be nice…” said Uncle Steven as he left the apartment.
The door was shut…
Andrew watched nervously as the two women pulled up a smirk. One of them opened up the box to reveal a white creamy cake.
“Hi, I’m Samantha.. this here is my friend Anita” the woman in the maroon sari spoke.
Just as Andrew could cough up something to say, Anita walked across and tugged the towel from his waist exposing him bare to the ladies.
“Whathafuck!!!! you just”
Andrew cupped his palms and covered his genitals as the women giggled. Anita stepped closer, grabbed Andrew by the face and kissed him hard. Energy burst right into his soul as he slowly let go of his genital and moved his palms around Anita’s waist.
Samantha, the short little demon, took a chunk of cake and slammed it hard at Andrew’s groin. Then proceeding to evenly spread the cold icing across his shaft. He felt a surge of electricity move from the tip of his shaft to the back of his spin. Anita let go Andrew’s face as Samantha knelt down between his legs, smearing more of that cake, with a tiny spoon the naughty lass carefully spread some of it on his sack.
“There you go, all iced and ready to feed on” Samantha commented.
With every stroke of the spoon, Andrew shivered as he silently watched Anita undress, first unraveling her sari, and then unbuckling her blouse followed by her panties that fell to the floor. There were now two naked people in the room. Well, technically Andrew was wearing his birthday cake icing to be precise.
Samantha pushed Andrew to the bed. “Lie down… relax.. Anita is dying for some cake..”
He did as he was instructed to, and seconds later watched in sheer amazement as young Anita began to eat up the chunks of cake smeared on his penis. He felt a second surge, stronger than the last. She licked and sucked off the icing. Wiped her mouth and climbed on top. “Let’s drive this son of a bitch down”
Samantha hurriedly blindfolded him, and the two girls re-positioned themselves. Andrew couldn’t tell, what the women were up to, but the next moment he felt immense weight come down on his groin. Anita began to ride him, and ride him she did indeed. With swift circular motion she churned her hips letting Andrew feel her deeper. The two moaned pleasurably until Samantha thought she too needed some of the action. Picking up a large chunk of cake she held it between her thigh and sat down hard on Andrew’s face. In a bid to survive the 23 year old, ate up the cake he was force fed with. It was all a mixture of cold cake icing, sweaty thighs, wet buttocks and a warm clit. After awhile he couldn’t really tell which hole he had gotten his tongue into, his face had gone numb.
The two women gyrated their hips and moaned in unison for a couple of minutes, while Andrew.. poor Andrew had a mouthful to bear with.
Unable to hold himself back, he felt a vicious outburst of energy radiate from his body and out of his groin. He stopped shivering and retired motionless.
Anita and Samantha lifted themselves off and began to clean up. Andrew steadily lifted his head and took off the mask. The two ladies looked curiously at him as he struggled to get himself together.
His face and groin both smeared with icing and body fluids.
“Well, now I need another shower…” he spoke in an exhausted tone
As Andrew walked back to the bathroom, the women shouted out “Can we join???”
A smirk filled Andrew’s face.. this was a good birthday after all.