All’s fair in love and anal when two bisexual girlfriends set their sexual sights on a new hunky neighbor.

When the hot new guy moved into our building, Stephanie and I each swore we’d be the first one to take him to bed.

The thing about Steph and me: We’re natural competitors, but we’re also best friends. Make that best friends with serious benefits. Steph is a strawberry-blond with a taut body and generous tits. We’ve lived together since college and long ago we worked out a healthy, very doable relationship that allows us to fuck around as much as we want while remaining friends and lovers.

But whenever we compete against each other — in basketball, a board game, whatever — we tend to go all out. I love to see Steph succeed, and if my pushing helps her get there, I feel good. That’s not to say I don’t want to win, myself. I play hard. Especially, in our latest competition to see who could get into Mr. Sweet-Ass Hot Guy’s pants first.

We had seen him moving his stuff into an apartment on the floor below ours. He was a raven-haired stunner, with movie-star eyes and what promised to be an underwear model’s physique. Steph and I were both immediately cockstruck and rushed to introduce ourselves. His name was Andre, and he was a chef at a new downtown restaurant, which was all he had time to tell us.

Later, back at our place, we made our vow and toasted the competition with some champagne as we lounged about in our undies.

“God!” Stephanie rhapsodized dreamily. “He’s so totally gorgeous. And I just know he’s got a big cock, too!”

I laughed. I had Andre’s image burned into my memory, as well. “How big do you think it is?” I asked, grinning.

“I bet he’ll be halfway down my throat when I suck him. Yum.”

She was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, her athletic legs spread. A tiny triangle of purple silk covered her pussy. Feeling devilish, I slipped off the chair and crawled toward her.

Her head was back, dreamy eyes focused on the ceiling. She waxed erotic-poetic some more about Andre and his possible proportions. Meanwhile, I tugged away the coffee table and slid into place so that Steph’s legs were draped over my shoulders. She looked down as I untied her purple G-string and gazed rapturously at her bared pink lips.

“You think Andre knows how to eat pussy?” I asked.

“He’s a chef. He must know how to handle … delicacies.” Steph sighed as I lowered my head and flicked my tongue up and down her delicious furrow.

I lost myself in the scent and taste and texture of her. My head whirled. When I looked up, Steph was kneading her own breasts as her head rocked back and forth. I was pleased when I heard her cry out “Andre!” as her naked ass bounced on the couch cushion and she gushed her pussy juice into my eager mouth.

I wanted her to keep thinking about Andre. I came up for air and said in a husky approximation of our neighbor’s voice, “I hope my cock’s big enough for you.” Then I jammed three fingers at once into her drenched pussy.

She jounced as if she’d been hit with a jolt of electricity. I finger-fucked her like mad. The knuckle of my thumb caught her swollen clit, and she rode her way toward another wild orgasm.

Still mimicking Andre, I said, “Yeah! Take that cock! I love fucking you so hard!”

Stephanie’s orgasm overwhelmed her, and she collapsed like a limp rag doll. I sat back and greedily licked my glistening fingers. After all these years, sex between us was still exciting.

She ducked into the bedroom and came out a minute later, strapped on and meaning business. The dildo, a formidable length of pliant silicone, was a favorite of mine — especially when she wore it.

“Get naked,” she commanded, and she, too, was now imitating Andre’s masculine tones.

I flung away my frilly undies. She strode toward me, her lovely fake cock waggling. I felt an overpowering urge to suck it. At first, she was surprised. But as I went down on her with serious gusto, she got into the situation. She grabbed two fistfuls of my dark hair and started face-fucking me.

“Suck my big cock!” she told me, but in my head, I heard Andre’s voice and was so delirious by then that I half-believed he was in the room.

Steph led me to the couch and had me lay down on my belly. Her spit-wet fingers trailed in the valley of my ass. Fingertips delved my hole, and I moaned with need. Yes, Andre, I thought. Fuck my ass, please! Before Steph accommodated my mental wish, she grabbed a bottle of lube. When she returned, she greased up, and I felt the tip of that big cock nudging my waiting ring. As she started to penetrate me, my pleasure and sense of vulnerability increased. My pussy flowed, and excitement tingled all over my flesh. I reached up and gripped the couch’s armrest. I took every inch she gave me, and I bucked back against the intrusion, trying to get her tool even deeper. I wanted her all the way.

She reached my deepest places, and I held her there, my channel grasping her fiercely. I shook with a quiet, growing fury. My climax was something primal as ecstasy rose around me and shook me hard. Even after my orgasm ebbed, I only wanted more.

“Fuck my ass, Steph! Fuck it hard!”

That was exactly what she did. That cock pounded me. I heard and felt the slaps of flesh against flesh. I took every thrust, and I came two more times, howling as I fingered my clit.

We’d fucked ourselves into exhaustion. Her soft body curled against me, and her lips tenderly kissed my shoulder. Eventually, she worked the strap-on dildo out of my ass and tossed it aside. She was always so talented with that toy.

“If Andre is half as good as that,” I murmured, “I’ll count myself a lucky girl.”

“Yeah,” Steph agreed. “Me, too.”

Weird thing was, neither of us could get anywhere with Andre. Individually, we ambushed him in the lobby and on the stairs of our apartment building, but he was always in a rush and our flirting got us nowhere. When Steph and I separately approached him, we received a polite “I’m awfully busy right now” in reply.

Neither of us was used to being turned down by guys. It was downright bizarre.

“Maybe he’s gay,” I finally said.

“The least he could do is let us watch him fuck his boyfriend.” Steph laughed, but I knew she was disappointed, too.

That night, though, we watched from our window as Andre got out of a car at the curb. He kissed a woman, who then climbed back in the car and drove off. Steph and I were dumbfounded — and more than a little pissed off.

The next night, I decided to make a serious play for our hot neighbor. I did myself up in a risqué little black dress, stockings and no panties. I slipped out, not even sure if Steph was in the apartment, and took a cab downtown. It was a half hour until Andre’s restaurant closed, but I told the waiter all I wanted was dessert. I thought myself pretty damn cunning until I looked up and saw my dear lover and rival in a red fuck-me number staring at me from the next table.

I wandered over to confront her, saying, “You look ravishing … bitch.”

She shrugged and giggled ruefully. “Yeah, I could smack you, too, darling. Sit down. We might as well see this stupid plan through.”

The restaurant was upscale, very nice. As it emptied, I paid the check and left a good tip. I also asked if we could see the chef. When Andre finally came out, we were the last customers. He looked handsome, if pretty wrung out, but he brightened immediately.

“Alana! Stephanie! How nice to see you both. What brings you here?”

“We wanted to know who that woman was you were kissing last night,” Steph said bluntly.

Blinking, he said, “She’s an ex, passing through town. She knows how hard I’ve been working to get this place going and offered to send a food reviewer from the magazine where she works.”

That answer satisfied both of us. “We also want to know why you won’t go out with either of us,” I blurted out.

Steph added coyly, “Don’t you think we’re pretty?”

Andre looked completely bewildered in his cute chef’s hat and smock. Then his matinée-idol eyes ticked back and forth between us.

“This restaurant has been taking up every minute of my life,” he said. “That’s why I haven’t had the time to see either of you. Plus, how the fuck was I supposed to choose?”

Steph rose and kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to choose.”

I stood and kissed him, too, and Andre snaked his strong arms around our waists. “Have us both. Now!”

If we were going to be over the top, I figured we might as well go all the way with it. Steph had the same idea. Together, we manhandled him away from the dining room’s windows and escorted him into the kitchen. The staff was gone, and Andre went willingly.

Stainless steel gleamed, and the smells of exotic cuisine lingered. We pushed Andre against a counter. Steph stepped back, undid a catch, and let her red dress drop. She, too, had ventured out without panties. Her red stockings accentuated her slender thighs. Andre’s wide eyes traveled her bare body.

I gave him something else to look at, stepping out of my black number. We both moved toward Andre again.

“Time to get you out of those clothes,” I said.

He didn’t put up a struggle. In fact, Andre was practically tripping over himself to strip quickly enough. His body was even better than I’d imagined it to be: firm, sculpted, not overly muscled. His cock was stiff, a glorious length with a thick crown.

Steph and I both reached for his staff at the same time. She smirked at me.

“I guess this contest is a tie,” she murmured, and I nodded.

We knelt together on the tiled floor, facing that handsome erection. Andre looked as if he’d been transported. My girlfriend and I each cradled a testicle in one hand. I loved the warmth and texture. Then we put our mouths to the sides of his organ, sliding our open lips up and down. Andre leaned back against the counter. His cock twitched. Steph and I moved up toward his cockhead, and our tongues met as we took turns swiping up his first drops of pre-come. His salty essence lingered on my tongue. I took over the first round of deep-throating. Meanwhile, Steph ducked lower to lick and tickle Andre’s balls. With finesse, I drew his whole delectable shaft into my mouth, riding him right down until my nose was buried in his pubic curls. His moans echoed off the walls. He throbbed in my throat. I savored the taste, his manly flavor, like nothing else in the world. I had the mightiest and yet most delicate part of him in my mouth. I loved the bobbing tempo, the familiar exercise of my neck muscles. It was hypnotic, and I rocked my head as my lips encircled him.

As much as I was enjoying the moment, I realized I needed to give Steph her opportunity. We switched places. I managed the angle, wedging myself into position so that I could suck on Andre’s balls. His sac was already slick with Steph’s spit. I closed my lips tenderly around each ball in turn and applied a soft suction. Andre’s legs were trembling. All the while Steph was blowing him with her typical enthusiasm. I heard her wet mouth moving on his sweet staff. I hoped she was enjoying herself.

Suddenly, Andre reached down, seized Steph’s shoulders and hauled her up onto the counter, planting her ass right there on the edge. Her face was flushed. She breathed heavily, her spectacular breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Andre stepped between her outspread thighs and shoved his cock into her. Her dripping pussy took his every inch, right to the hilt. Her back went straight, eyes squeezed shut, teeth bare. Her hands caught his shoulders, fingers digging in. Andre started stroking into her. His face was gleaming with heat, eyes dancing.

I rose beside them, grinning. I reached out and caressed Steph’s tits, catching her hard nipples between my fingers, tweaking a little more pleasure from her already nearly overloaded system. She groaned as Andre slammed into her, their bodies meeting with sharp slaps. I reached behind him and cupped his balls again, playing the tender sac with my fingers, feeling him getting ready to erupt. A great trembling overcame Steph’s whole body. She held on to Andre’s shoulders like the safety harness on a carnival ride. Then she put back her head and let loose with a cry of wild ecstasy that hit every surface in the kitchen.

As if in response, Andre’s balls constricted in my gentle grip and then he pumped his load into Steph’s well-worked hole. For a second, I felt the jealousy of a rival, but I reminded myself we had already declared this one a tie. Still, when he slid his cock out of her, the aroma of his semen hit me like some fairy-tale aphrodisiac. I had to taste it. As he staggered back, I swooped between Steph’s sweaty thighs and pressed my mouth to her overflowing slit. She jumped in surprise, then made purring sounds and stroked my hair. I licked up the pearly strings of Andre’s salty load, getting a nice sample of Steph’s pussy flavor at the same time. I lapped up every dribble I could get, flicking Steph’s swollen clit often enough that her red-stockinged legs closed around my head as she came against my lips.

As I stood up in an erotic daze, I was aware of Steph telling Andre something. “Now you better come through for my best friend,” she explained.

Steph slipped off the counter, and I found myself half-bent over it, catching its flesh-warmed edge with my palms. I felt Steph’s dainty hands part my asscheeks the moment before her tongue flicked against my rear hole. I moaned loudly and bucked toward her as she made my backdoor sloppy-wet. My body pulsed with a deep need. I realized it would take nearly nothing to tip me into orgasm. I was already humming with the carnal intensity we had brought into this kitchen. I could have probably fingered myself into an orgasm in seconds. But Steph was there to make sure I got mine properly.

She guided Andre in behind me. I felt his rejuvenated cock sliding along the vale separating my asscheeks.

He whispered, “Are you sure?”

“Alana loves it in the ass,” Steph reassured him.

It was what I wanted. Maybe I’d wanted this specifically from Andre from the first time I’d seen him. Fluttering with anticipation, I leaned further, elbows resting on the counter, feet set wide apart. Andre’s strong thighs pressed against me. His cock trailed my ass valley, reaching my eager hole. He pressed against my ring. My backdoor swallowed up his cockhead. I could feel him pulsing there. Then with expert slowness, he fed his inches into me. As much as I love Steph in strap-on mode, there’s nothing quite like the reality and humanness of a live cock in my ass. Andre’s shaky hands settled on my hips. I knew I was giving at least as much pleasure as I was receiving, knew I was gripping the head of his cock with an exquisite pressure.

He filled more of me. When I gave a cry, he froze.

“It’s okay,” Steph said. “You’re doing fine.”

It was a warm feeling knowing my dear friend was watching out for my well-being. Not that I guessed I had anything to worry about with Andre. He didn’t seem to be a novice to anal.

My hot neighbor resumed his gradual penetration. Soon I felt his balls pressed flush against my ass. I had all of him. That cock I’d held in my throat earlier was now deep inside my ass. I took a long breath and turned to look at Andre over my shoulder.

I met those come-hither eyes and said, “Now fuck my ass like you mean it!”

It was like the gate banging open at a racetrack. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and he started plunging away at my backdoor. His fine hard body undulated against mine, moving with the speed, grace and need of a panther. He hit my most secret depths with every thrust, igniting fresh joy each time. My body was awake and alive, ready for those sparkling sensations, recognizing them for the gifts of bliss that they were.

My whole channel began to pulse with the rapturous heat of delight. Andre stoked the embers hotter and brighter. Deep pleasures gathered in me, swelling, taking their time and building toward something so powerful it felt almost dangerous. This was the perfect conclusion to my competition with Stephanie. We were both winners here, without a doubt. I turned, but she wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly, I felt the heat of her breath and the shivery tickle of her tongue. I yelped happily.

She was between my legs, lapping at my pussy while Andre continued to pound my butt. Steph licked and nipped and even sucked on my clit. The experience was too much. My hands flailed out, knocking utensils off the counter. I was panting, heaving, screaming, creaming. My climax exploded from the most central places of my being, spreading outward like a shockwave, enveloping me, shaking every particle of my body.

Andre responded. His hot come gushed deep into my ass. He gave me a few more slow strokes, then slipped himself free. I stayed there collapsed half onto the counter top with my legs limp.

Steph rose and turned my head, giving me a pussy-flavored kiss before turning to Andre and saying, “Next time, you’re fucking my ass.”

After all, even in a competition you like things to be fair.