Teeny bikini inspires deep-throat delights for two randy friends

Every fall before the holidays, I clean out my closets and dressers. I get rid of anything that doesn’t fit or that I know I won’t wear again, and pack up all my warm-weather clothes to make room for my winter wardrobe. It usually takes me the better part of a weekend to do the job, since I try everything on and wash it all before packing it away.

I was in the middle of my project last weekend when my friend Matt showed up unexpectedly. He’d called earlier in the day to invite me out to dinner with him and some friends, but I’d told him I was busy with some housework and I’d have to pass. He doesn’t like to take no for an answer, though, so he decided to come over and try one more time to convince me to go out. He still had a key from when he house-sat one weekend, so he let himself in. I was in the bedroom at the time, trying on all my old bathing suits, and I had music playing, so I didn’t hear him enter.

I had put on a particularly risqué string bikini that one of my girlfriends had bought for me as a joke and was dancing around the room, sorting the things I’d already tried on into their respective piles. I wasn’t planning to keep the suit, but when I passed the mirror, I stopped to check out my reflection. I was pleased to see that I actually looked pretty hot. I struck a few poses, then turned around to take off the bikini and move on to the next item. I had reached back to untie the strings when I suddenly spotted Matt, watching me from the doorway.

“Shit!” I yelled, completely startled. “What the hell are you doing?” I wasn’t mad, but I was surprised, and I had no clue how much of my little performance he’d seen.

He didn’t respond right away, just continued staring at me, so I reached into a pile of clothes to grab a t-shirt. I may have thought I looked good in the skimpy bikini, but it wasn’t something I wanted anyone to see me in. I was about to slip the shirt over my head when Matt said, “No, don’t.” I stopped and stared at him.

“Don’t what?” I asked, not sure what he was talking about.

Again, he didn’t answer right away, but he did start moving closer to me. He stopped about three feet away and looked me up and down slowly. “Damn!” he said. “Where was that suit when we went to the beach this summer?” I started to laugh, thinking he was joking around, but when I realized he wasn’t laughing, I looked at him more closely. Instead of laughing, he was leering at me, and a quick glance at his crotch proved that he was turned on, as he was sporting a very obvious bulge.

I licked my lips as I studied the front of his jeans. He and I had flirted plenty over the years, but nothing had ever happened. Now, though, all bets were off.

While he continued ogling me, I dropped the t-shirt I’d been holding and walked closer to him. I looked him right in the eyes as I opened his jeans, then fell to my knees and tore his pants and boxers down with me. I’d fantasized about blowing him hundreds of times, and this was my chance. When I saw what I’d be working with — oh, man! — my fantasies had nothing on reality. His cock, which was already rock-hard, was about eight inches long and incredibly thick. I couldn’t wait to get my hands — and mouth — on it!

I looked up at him as I wrapped my right hand around the base of his shaft. His dick was so fat that my fingers couldn’t stretch all the way around. I continued to marvel at his size as I started to stroke him.

I moved my fist along his length, from base to tip, maybe three times, before I leaned in and licked him. I swiped my tongue at the tip of his dick, tasting his salty essence, then rapidly flicked my tongue against the small slit there, teasing him. Then I brought the entire head between my lips. He let out a deep, guttural moan as I engulfed him in my mouth. I held him there for a minute, driving him crazy with anticipation.

When I started to actually suck him, I was gentle at first, barely using any force. Still, it was enough to make him buck his hips and thrust his cock a little bit deeper into my mouth. If that was his reaction to the slightest bit of head, I couldn’t wait to see how he’d respond when I deep-throated him!

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, sometimes tracing the slit again, and other times gliding along the underside of his cock. He kept moaning and grunting. I was spurred on by his favorable reaction, and I started to bob my head, keeping my eyes locked on his. Staring into his face while I pleasured him was so much more intimate than I’d expected. My pussy was growing hot and wet, and I realized I was getting seriously turned on.

While I teased his dick with my tongue, I pulled his shaft in even deeper. I felt his cock jump against the roof of my mouth as I worried the underside of it. I kept up the pressure from my lips and tongue, reaching between his thighs to fondle his balls, and when I grasped them, he groaned loudly. “Oh, God!” he said. “Fuck!”

I know I give good head, but hearing him confirm his enjoyment was a turn-on. I was so aroused that I removed my left hand from his balls and pushed it down into the tiny bikini so I could pleasure myself, too. When Matt realized I was fingering myself, he moaned even louder; I knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

I hooked my right arm around his thigh to help balance myself, then closed my eyes and drew him down until I’d swallowed him entirely. When I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I stilled. I felt his dick pulse and pulled back a bit to catch my breath. Undeterred, I pushed forward until my nose was once again pressed right up against his pelvis. I undulated my tongue to create new sensations against his dick since I couldn’t do much else with my mouth full. That motion seemed to do the trick. Matt thrust his hips against my face, fucking my mouth like a wild man.

When I thought he was at the verge of climaxing, I relaxed and let him continue to thrust in and out between my lips. I let him control how fast and how deep he went, and he was careful not to go too hard. Meanwhile, I was still frantically frigging my clit as I tried to get off with him. I’d never been so turned on while giving head.

I felt the first tremors of an orgasm start in my pussy a few moments later. I buried three fingers between my cunt lips, sending myself over the edge. My lips remained wrapped around Matt’s dick the entire time, and as waves of pleasure washed over me, I felt an urge to get him off immediately.

I pulled my hand out of my bikini and reached up to grasp his cock again. I started jerking his dick as I sucked him, and when I felt the first drops of come start to ooze out onto my tongue, I released him from my mouth and jerked him off until he shot his load all over my chest.

“Wow!” Matt said when he could finally speak again, and I agreed. I’d been planning to toss that skimpy bathing suit, but as I took it off and invited Matt to join me in bed for round two, I tossed the teeny bikini into the “keep” pile.