The shower had been cold, but that was nothing new. Hando didn't mind. It just felt good to be clean again. He had a clean towel, too, freshly pinched from a pair of Uni girls he'd met and bedded a few nights back. He held the terrycloth up to his nose, inhaling the laundry scent and wondered whose towel it had been.

He was still thinking about them as he dried his cock and balls. A gorgeous pair, those two, young and fresh and ripe for rutting. No surprise, then, when his dick began to harden at the memory.

Hando looked down, enjoying the sight of his own bolt in his hand. Long, thick, blunt... it was like a battering ram of pleasure. And big enough to be shared, as the girls had found out.

His bed was little more than a sagging mattress, really. But the sheets were relatively clean and the springs sang out their usual welcome as he eased back onto the cushion, still pulling languidly at his lazy cock, tugging it harder with each knowing stroke of his hand.

Yeah, the girls were pretty in their own suburban way. When they'd waved him over in the pub, he reckoned they'd done it for shits and giggles, talking big while daring each other to call the skinhead over and buy him a drink.

Well, he'd gotten the last laugh... not that they hadn't been sleeping with big fat smiles plastered across their schoolgirl mugs when he'd left....

Hando looked at the smaller one, the blonde. She was still shaky with all this, he could tell. When he'd suggested they all bed down together rather than making him choose, the darker one with her Betty Page fringe and kohl lined eyes had played it cool, agreeing quickly with an adventurous smirk. The blonde had been the shy and nervous one, her agreement only a nodding blush, unable to meet his eyes.

They'd all three been in bed for half an hour, the dark one, Annie, showing off her tricks as he bid her to tease and explore her little shy room-mate. Carrie, of course, had come the raw prawn, blushing furiously from the other girl's first kiss, closing her eyes tight when Annie lapped her till she came. And so far, she hadn't so much as lifted a proverbial finger to return the favour.

That made her a target, or more to the point, prey. He had the feeling that if he dug a bit deeper, he might just hit gold. After all, it was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for, as the old saying went. And so, it was to the blonde that he growled his command, "Put your finger in her and move it around."

Carrie, frightened, tentatively put her finger inside Annie, gently, gingerly, not wanting to hurt her, but also not wanting to anger Hando. She did as she was told, stroking lightly inside her friend. She must have been doing something right, because Annie moaned.

The blonde's eyes flew to the skinhead, seeking approval. Instead, she got a smirk and another command. "Get down there and lick her as good as she licked you."

She almost cried out as he grabbed her by the hair, not roughly enough to hurt, but there was no denying who was in command of the situation. Somehow she found the strength to bite back the mewling sound as Hando pushed her face between Annie's spread legs..

"Lick her like you want her to cum as good as you did." 

"No, Hando! Don't make me!" Carrie whimpered, her eyes pleading as she pawed back at him, reaching for the front of his trousers. "Let me suck you instead."

His hand tightened in her hair as his other lightly slapped hers away. "Later! And don't think you won't suck me good, luv. It's not an option, it's a promise." His big, raw fingers wound tighter in her hair. "But right now, you'd better put that pretty tongue to work on that pussy, or I'll show ya what for!"

Frightened, Carrie went to work on her friend, at first only pretending to lick and suck. Once her tongue actually made contact, though, she found Annie's taste not at all unpleasant. And so she snaked her tongue out tentatively, and then with growing confidence, instinctively knowing where to find the most sensitive parts of her mate's clit.

She licked along the side, feeling it tense like the strings on a tiny violin bow. She gave it gentle flicks of her tongue, like she always wished a man would do for her.

The skinhead smiled, shifting a little as his cock continued to grow inside his tight jeans. "Yehhh... that's it. Lick her right there, make her cum." His voice had dropped low and husky as he eyes watched her lithe pink tongue lap and flick and lap some more.

Annie arched her back with a low groan and began to pant as her hands fisted great pulls of the doona beneath her.

The longer he watched the two girls, the more turned on he became. This really was quite a show. Soon enough, his own needs would overcome his voyeuristic enjoyment, and he'd give them both what they'd been waiting for. "Yeh, luv. That's it. Get her cunt all hot and ready for me. "

Carrie reached her tongue up inside her friend's pussy, finding the taste different than on the outside. She licked inside, starting to enjoy the slick nectar, finding herself moaning almost against her will. Hoping too that Hando would see how hard she was working, and be gentler with her.

Eyes closed tight in pleasure, Annie's panting grew husky, little moans and squeals of enjoyment escaping when the blonde tickled her most sensitive spots with her tongue.

Moving back outside to find the tiny bow, Carrie's tongue began to flick again. She heard her friend start to moan, and her licks quickened as her own excitement rose. She felt excited to be bringing her close to coming, just like a man would. Or maybe even better and quicker than a man! The thought made her proud and eager.

Hando gave her upturned rear a smack, then his big meaty hand gripped her heated skin, squeezing. Carrie moaned into Annie's pussy - it felt so good! She could hear him behind her, his voice low now, like a big cat's purr. "Yehh, that's it, look how she's beggin' for it, beggin' for you to make her cum."

With his eyes glued to the sapphic scene before him, Hando moved up behind her, undoing his zipper and drawing out his fat, hard, dark cock. No longer content to be a voyeur, he was ready to join in.

Annie, writhed and moaned. She was close, so close, the warm tickling feeling was like an itch, begging to be scratched. "Fuck, Carrie, you're gonna make me come!"

He friend moaned in happy agreement while licking fast and furiously, getting the rhythm down. Now her finger and mouth worked in tandem, looking to push Annie over the edge.

As Carrie leant in to concentrate on the other's pleasure, Hando grabbed her hips, lined himself up, and jammed himself into her dripping snatch, filling her in an instant, with one quick stroke.

Carrie, caught by surprise, gasped. "Oh!"

Hando held onto her hips, pulling her back and forth on his thick, blunt prick. He was still able to see most of the action over the blonde's shoulder. "Yeh, y'like that. You keep licking now. If you stop, I stop."

His words reached Annie. She was nearly frantic, teetering on the edge of release. "Don't stop!"

Wanting the feeling of Hando's cock filling her, wanting to feel him moving inside her, stretching her so wide and good, Carrie buried her face in her friend's well trimmed cunnie and began licking in earnest.

Annie moaned and spread her legs wider, her knees touching the mattress as her pelvis arched up hungrily to the other girl's attentions. "Yeah... like that... more to the side... Ohh yeahhh!"

Hando's hips bumped into a rough rhythm of bucking strokes that fueled his pleasure. He could see everything with the girl's blonde hair pulled back, and the sight of her licking out her friend made him want to buck harder. He grunted low at the back of his throat each time he sank deep inside her, occasionally biting his lower lip to hold back his moans. After all, he was a member of the Master Race, not some mindless fucking helpless animal.

Unsure how much of it was due to the cock ramming into her from behind, and how much was from being forced to lick Annie's musky-sweet pussy, Carrie, too, found herself close to coming. Her head swam with the mixture of being roughly dominated by Hando while she herself was dominating her friend.

It was hard to think, and in any case, all chance to form coherent thought was quickly shut out as Annie's cries began to rise, sharper and sharper between her writhing gasps. "Fuuck! I'm gonna come sooo good! " The girl on the bed tightened, and then began to shake as her head tossed in ecstasy. " AHHH---AHH--UHHHHHH!!!"

As the dark girl's shouts rose, Hando grabbed the blonde's hips, pumping faster and faster, his balls swinging and slapping as he rocked into her again and again.

Carrie moaned, writhing, holding onto Annie's hips, her mouth still buried in the other girl's snatch. "MMMMM! MMMM!!"

Hando grunted low and rough as his hips met the back of the girl's plump round ass with soft smacks. "Nhh! Yeh!" As though inspired by the rough contact of their flesh, his hand began to rise and fall on her round cheek, making it jiggle as it reddened.

Annie grabbed at Carrie's hair, desperate for more contact. Her voice was fierce with need. "Do it more! Do it!"

"Do it," Hando instructed. "Keep fuckin' her with your tongue. Fuck her cunt with your face." His voice was a low and rough, a husky command.

Carrie dove back in, trying to get her rhythm going again, finding it hard to do as Hando's rough pumping threw her off. Annie was so turned on, it took only a few more strokes of her clit to get her off again, and she shrieked out her release loudly, like a banshee.

"Ooooohhggoddddddyyyesss!"

"Yeh, that's it. Fuck her with your tongue." He gave Carrie's pink, warm ass another good swat. "Again. Make her come again."

Annie moaned, panting. Her full breasts rolled on her chest as she felt the waves of tension begin to rise in her again, close to coming. Carrie was relentless, following her writhing hips, burying her tongue inside Annie's pussy, alternating it with licking and sucking on her clit.

The one girl's moans and the other's slurping noises and grunts were like a chorus of lust, driving Hando wild. Combined with the feel of the tight hot cunt gripping and grasping him with each thrust, he was damn near coming, himself.

Annie opened her eyes to see Hando in back of Carrie, screwing her hard, looking menacing with his face pulled taut in a snarl of concentration. She felt Carrie jerk above her with every thrust, her face alternately being shoved into Annie's own dripping, throbbing snatch. Through lust slitted eyes, the skinhead watched her knowingly. It was as if he could tell just how long she had been wanting this.

As his gaze met hers with that predatory knowing, wise and wolfish grin Annie shut her eyes tightly, feeling as if she had been found out. She didn't want to think about what tomorrow morning would be like, let alone the rest of the semester. Instead she concentrated on the sensations her friend was providing.

Carrie was a natural.

Hando couldn't help grinning at what he'd seen in the darker girl's eyes. Tonight was just a pit-stop for him, but who knew where it would lead these two? In any case, tonight they were his to play with, his to enjoy. With that thought in mind, he grabbed both of Carrie's hips again, plunging in and out with abandon, just for the sheer joy of how good it felt to root her.

His long cock, slick with her juices slid in and out smoothly, his lower belly making her round tight ass shake like jelly with every slap of contact. Sure, he was making her task harder, but that was part of the fun.

Carrie angled her hips upward as Hando's thrusts got a little rougher, trying to get his cock to hit her in just the right place. His vigorous stroking was making her forget her task with Annie. Instead, she rubbed her cheek to Annie's mound, trying to take in all the sensations as Hando continued ramming her from behind.

"He really knows what he's doing," she thought as his cock plunged in and out relentlessly, giving her a good and proper rough rooting. He put the boys of Melbourne Uni with their unsure fumblings to shame.

Hando looked down again, saw that the little blonde had paused, caught up in the rutting despite his warnings. His strokes slowed as he addressed the darker one, Anya or Annie, her name was. "Oi. Did you want her to stop?"

Annie's perfectly drawn brows pulled over her closed eyes as she thought on that, not sure how to answer. If she ratted out her friend, no telling what might happen. Yet, she also felt greedy, hungry for more, she wanted to come again.

After a long moment, her dark eyes opened wide, reflecting her uncertainty.

Hando's gaze moved over her carefully made up and now well composed face. That thin, highly arched brow hid nothing, he could read it all clearly in her eyes. She wanted more, but she was afraid to ask for it. What a fucking bore, he'd expected more from her. Well, if they're not asking for it, then they're asking for it, he was sometimes fond of saying. Now it was his turn to have some fun.

A frisson of fear passed over Annie's face as she watched the skinhead's face suddenly harden. For a moment, panic fluttered in her chest like a trapped butterfly. What had they been thinking, bringing this wild brute back to their rooms? He could do anything. Anything. And they'd be helpless to stop him. As much as the thought scared her, it also gave her a fluttering thrill.

Hando pulled out of the little blonde, even though he could've fucked her all night, her little snatch was so tight and welcoming. His slick cock jutted out like a divining rod, it knew what it wanted - Pussy and more pussy, and with two of them to play with, both he and his cock would get their wish.

He knew what was happening. The sex had already begun to make the girls go lazy. Well, that just meant it was up to him to give them a jolt and rile them up. He gave the blonde's round heat-flushed ass a slap. "You lie back there with your mate on the bed."

With a yelp, Carrie flipped over onto her back as instructed and instinctively grabbed Annie's hand for comfort. Both of them stared up at Hando, frightened at how out of hand the situation had gotten, but also expectantly, wondering what this Nazi stud might do next.

Summoning up the courage that had enabled her to call him over to their table in the first place, Annie's eyes met his defiantly. Yes, she was frightened. Who wouldn't be, after Hando's rough handling of them both? But so far he'd only been rough, not mean, and she suspected that it was just a tactic, a way to get what he wanted. In a sense he was just feeding their expectations.

He was too smart to hurt them, because then he wouldn't get what he wanted. He simply wanted them willing, worshipping and obedient, and as a submissive with a long history of wanting to be just that, she knew her role, and that gave her a sense of both security and power.

Hando leant down, targeting the smaller, weaker one again. She was easy enough to handle, a scared little mouse, but he could sense her hidden treasures close at hand. The darker one had become a bit of a disappointment, despite her earlier bravado at the pub. More talk than walk in his opinion. The little flare of defiance he saw in her eyes now was of no concern.

He took Carrie's face in his hand he dropped his voice low, like a soft growl. "Kiss her. And none of those fuckin' pussy pecks, either. Do it like you mean it."

As soon as he let her go, Carrie turned to Annie and took her into her arms. It felt odd to have her so close. She thought about all the times they'd seen each other naked and felt nothing, but now... to have her in her arms... Annie was big, but not like a man. She felt soft and silky in her embrace. She felt good.

They looked at each other awkwardly for only a second, then Carrie leant in for a kiss. Annie accepted it, surprised, her mouth relaxing slowly to her friend's attentions, tasting herself on the other girl's lips. The kiss deepened as Carrie relaxed into it and became more eager, her quick pink tongue exploring the other girl's mouth.

While the two were kept busy with their embrace, Hando took a moment to unlace his Docs, shrug off his braces and get out of the rest of his clothes. His bold tats were like shouts against his pale, milky skin, loud reminders of who and what he was.

His keen eyes slid over the two girls like a slow touch as he moved up onto the bed, kneeling between their smooth feminine legs.

Lost in the kiss now, Carrie found herself forgetting all about the skinhead as heat flared in her core. Her tongue gently probed into Annie's mouth, coaxing it open as she held her friend. Her hands stroked Annie's arms and then strayed towards her breast, gently cupping its fullness, then moving over the pert, taut nipple, like a pebble against her palm.

"Yehhh, there ya go." Hando's tone was soft as one hand slipped caressingly over the blonde's flank.

His voice was like a soft buzzing in the background as the two women turned on their sides to gain better access to each other. For the moment, they seemed to have all but forgotten he was there, or what they might need him for.

Carrie's hand explored Annie's beautiful body, skimming her belly, running her hand over her ass, slipping toward Annie's soft, tidily manicured bush.

Hando watched her small, girlish hand sneak down the other's body "Ho, ho, ho!" he chuckled. "The little kitten's found she likes it, hey?"

Carrie's fingers played with the tiny thatch of hair as they continue to explore each other's mouths. Annie had grown soft beneath her; the tough girl stance had all but dissolved in supplication to Carrie's ministrations.

The blonde kissed her passionately, deeply, and both of them moaned as she wrapped her leg around Annie's hip, trying to get closer to her, grinding their hungry pussies together.

Suddenly jealous of their enjoyment, Hando pushed down between them and turned to ram his tongue into Annie's mouth. His kiss was more an act of possessive aggression than passion, his tongue tangling rough and deep as he claimed the girl's hot wet mouth. This was about him, not them. If they want to play dyke, fine, they could hump away on their own time, but tonight they belonged to him.

Annie, already overwhelmed and made hungry by Carrie's attentions, passively accepted Hando's rough kisses. The harder he kissed her, the better. She had always been a show- off just to get attention, like a bird flashing mating colours, inviting attack. Only later, in bed did her true submissive side appear as she made herself a willing victim to her predator's passions.

As Annie gave herself over to the skinhead, Carrie began to feel jealous. With her sunny good looks, flat tummy and pert little breasts, she had never had trouble keeping a man's attention, and now she instinctively understood that she could make women want her as well. So why was she being left out? Her hand strayed onto Hando's hip, clutching him, whimpering quietly as she pressed a kiss to his rounded bicep, tracing the shape of his tattoo with her tongue.

Hando pulled his mouth away, a silvery line of saliva briefly linking them still, then he grinned at the blonde. His lips were wet from the kiss, slightly reddened by the last traces of the dark girl's lippie, but he didn't bother to wipe them clean.

"Hando... give some to me!" Carrie pouted, opening her arms open wide, coaxing the man to her.

His eyes hardened at that and the smile curled, turning to something akin to a snarl. Her whinging tone ate at him like battery acid. Besides that, she seemed to have forgotten who was in charge here. She had a lot to learn, talking to him like that! The snarl pulled up into the hint of a rough grin. "You think you're givin' the orders here, luv?"

His long, steely fingers gripped her cheeks, forcing her lips into an open pout, bringing her vexed face close to his. Close enough for her to catch the aroma of beer and bourbon still rough on his breath. "You've got a big fat mouth on ya. So why don't you put it to use on my cock?"

With that he roughly let her go and pushed up, rearing back to kneel on the bed, making his body available for her to worship.

Carrie, happy to be the object of his attention again, scrambled into position, her hands reaching out to take his stiff cock.

She stroked him lightly, then her fingers tickled down over his legs, sliding to cup his balls, rolling them in her hands as if weighing them, getting a feel for their heft and shape. A moment later she dove down to take one into her mouth, letting her tongue play over his wrinkled sack. His balls were full and heavy and smelled of her own juices.

Hando steadied himself with a hand on the blonde's shoulder, working hard to stifle the purring groan that wanted to rise in his throat. No wonder her friend was moaning. Carrie's little pink tongue and mouth were talented. Even so, even as her hot wet mouth worked between his legs, his face only betrayed minimal amounts pleasure. He reminded himself that he was a superior being, one who deserved her slavish worship. No matter how delightful she was, she was not his queen, but merely a loyal subject.

Now his imperious gaze fell to the other one. She'd gotten too complacent, lazily accepting the pleasure she'd received. If she wanted more, she was bloody well going to have to earn it. "You, too. Get up here and wrap your lips around my prick."

Annie fairly jumped up at Hando's command, kneeling at his side obediently. She was happy for an instruction from him, an order to please him, and she eagerly leant over his leg to get at his cock, crushing her full tits against his thigh in the process. She spit in her hand to wet it, then wrapped her fingers around his thick, meaty heavily veined shaft, easing the foreskin back and exposing his dark, moist velvety head. "Mmmm," she purred in pleasure, sliding him an appreciative smile before getting down to work.

He sucked in his breath with a hiss as she lapped at his knob, her tongue making the muscles in his stomach contract in pleasure. He watched as she continued to tease him, her kohl dark eyes cutting little glances up to him as she went, tracing his veins with her tongue, licking him up one side and down the other like a sweet lolly.

Annie lapped at the skinhead's magnificent cock, up and down the shaft, tasting Carrie's pussy on it, licking it wet again. Then she really went to work, sucking him for all she was worth. His prick was huge, at least eight inches, and she had to jack her mouth open as far as she could to wrap her lips around his girth.

Hando leant back, not wanting to miss a moment of this fine show, both lovelies slaving away to please him, slathering his fine, thick uncut cock and hefty balls with their eager tongues. Despite all his attempts to appear impassive his pale eyes grew soft with pleasure as his voice rose, low and rough at the back of his throat. "Mmmm, yehhh. That's it. Show me how much you like it."

Carrie continued to nurse on his balls, sucking them, rolling them in her mouth one at a time. Her face nuzzled into his coarse nest of curls, drinking his scent in deeply. He had a strong smell, a purely masculine odor that was richly intoxicating and mixed with her own scent and that of her saliva.

Annie rubbed her tits along Hando's thigh, her hand working to jack his shaft in time to the bobbing pulls of her mouth. From this angle, she found it hard to reach him as she wanted to, and her free hand grasped his hard, round, muscled ass, hanging on to get a better grip, feeling it bunch tight, contracting under her grasp.

His free hand moved to tangle in Annie's shiny, long, straight jet black hair as the good, warm sexual feelings washed through him, restoring the balance of power. Their tongues felt soft and wet, properly worshipful as they continued to work on him. What could be finer than the sight of his two pretty playthings on their knees in proper supplication, striving so hard to please him?

A long strand of Annie's hair fell over Carrie's face, tickling her as she worked on Hando's balls, and she reached up to brush it away absently. As she pushed it back, another thought seemed to take her, and her hand returned to pull Annie's face down for a quick kiss. Their tongues danced a moment, cavorting sweetly and then, before Hando could object, both returned their attention to him.

Amused, but growing impatient with need, Hando reached down to catch the blonde's chin, bringing her face up from his sac. Her cheeks were wet from the mix of juices; Annie's, his and her own.

"D'ya like my cock, luv?

She wiped her lips daintily with her fingers, smiling up at him. "Mmm, yeh, Hando, I do." Her eyes dropped under her lashes, taking in his huge fine dusky bolt that even now her friend was sucking.

His tone was lighter now, though roughened by the raw sensuality pumping through his veins. "Good. Then kiss it."

Carrie moved up, straddling on her knees and Annie angled to make room for her. The blonde licked her lips to wet them, making them shine juicy and soft as she wrapped her hand around his base, keeping his foreskin pulled back taut as she bent to her task.

At first she only did as he'd asked, placing little kisses all over his dark-flushed, sensitive head. But little by little, she began to mouth him in earnest, her tongue sliding all over, catching him with wet swipes, then opening wide to smack his knob against the flat of her tongue, her eyes raising up, knowing that he was watching, giving him a good show.

She loved giving head, loved the feel and taste of cock in her mouth. But even more than that, she loved the power it gave her over someone so much bigger and stronger than herself. The power to make a man gasp and grunt and lose control. Maybe even the power to make him beg.

With a wet slurp, she flicked a lick across his tiny, precum weeping slit, then wrapped her mouth around his head, sucking hard as she bobbed and bobbed and Annie ducked down to tease his heavy low hanging balls with her tongue.

Hando's lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled back in pleasure with a low grunt. This girl had hungry talent to spare. It'd be a shame to leave when the time came. He was tempted to take her with him, if only for a short while. It seemed a crime to leave all that lovely potential unexplored.

"Mmmm, yehhh. S'good..." His big hands wrapped around her cheeks, holding her still as his hips rocked, fucking her face, dark brows flexed low in concentrated pleasure, a pleasure so sweet he could no longer hide it as his abdomen rippled under the dark markings on his skin.

With his fingers tangled in her blonde hair, Hando grunted, watching through heavy eyes as his cock thrust into Carrie's upturned face again and again. He bucked almost roughly, only slacking off when he hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little and a thin line of drool ran out the side of her mouth. For some obscene reason, that pleased him, and he did it again, ramming deep once more before letting her go.

"Bastard!" Carrie thought and she took him in hand again, sucking more aggressively now, casually letting her front teeth rake over his dark, throbbing head. She tried not to grin around him but look both surprised and repentant as her blue eyes raised at the sound of his hiss.

Hando did hiss, a sharp sound caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, and his hand gripped the back of her head with a little shake, like she was an unruly puppy. "Oi! Go easy, don't bloody rip it off!"

"Sorry, Hando," she murmured demurely, pressing a little kiss to the tip of his knob, and soothed by her sorry act he let her go again.

At the sound of her friend's soothing tone, Annie realised that she had let things go too far. She had lost her Master's attention, and if she wanted his approval, let alone any satisfaction of her own, that wouldn't do at all.

She pushed up onto her knees, swept her black silk hair behind her ears and moved up to join in on the fun. Carrie made room for her, and they took turns running their mouths up and down either side of his shaft, licking him all over, no longer rivals, but allies in this game.

Hando nearly exploded as their mouths simultaneously wrapped around his cockhead, sucking and licking. His fingers combed through both girls' hair with a low moan as their tongues met and they kissed around his cock, keeping him there. He felt himself slide in their hot mouths, their tongues wrestling to meet around him, pressing him between them... it was almost too good.

Watching the two of them go at him like this is pure delight, though his rough hewn face worked not to betray it. Both of them were so soft and pretty, girlish even, unlike the skanks that hung with his pack. They were on him like hungry kittens again now, their sweet faces focused attentively on him, but their free hands strayed to caress and explore each other, and seeing that made him want them all the more.

He moaned agreeably as their mouths met around his cockhead again. The incredible sensation of their mouths and tongues wrapping around him made him feel benevolent. "Go on and kiss."

The girls were sweating profusely now, their bodies sliding against each other and Hando's, too. Each had one hand on his shaft while they sucked him. Their slippery mouths slid over his head again, over each other's mouths, then when Hando gave them permission, they kissed each other passionately, tongues twining wetly.

Carrie, emboldened by his thick, lust choked tone, moved Hando's cock between them so that it was sandwiched between their breasts as the two girls rubbed against each other, taking the kiss deeper and deeper.

The feel of their warm soft tits pressing at his hard cock made Hando feel impatient again. Impatient to put it somewhere warm and wet.

With a devilish grin, he leant in and forced his own tongue into the kiss, laughing when it pushed the girl's kiss apart. Annie had only a moment to wonder at how different his tongue was in the kiss, insistent and demanding, where theirs had twirled in a gentle yet passionate dance.

"Allright, girls." Hando stroked their hair as his dark snapping eyes moved over each of them in turn. "Who wants t'get rooted first?"

Both girls looked at each other, battling momentary polite generosity, yet both wanting the feel of his cock in them. Their allegiance quickly began to fall away, on the verge of becoming competition again. Just as Annie, reckoning that Carrie had already had a go, was about to speak up, the blonde beat her to it.

"Me, Hando." Her voice was soft and sweet, low and respectful. With the amount of attention the skinhead had been giving her, she was beginning to suspect she was his favourite. "You can do me first."

"Hey!" Annie was surprised to hear herself object. "That's not fair!"

Hando worked hard not to chuckle. He'd known the little one would beg for it first and it delighted him to see his hunch confirmed. But equally delightful was the way the dark one was compelled to speak up and demand her fair share of him.

When he spoke again, his voice was low, no room to question his commands, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his lusty amusement. "Go on, the both of ya, get on your backs."

Obediently, both girls moved onto their backs and opened their beautiful soft bodies to him. This was the moment they'd been waiting for. The only question was, who would he take first?

Licking at his lips to hide his hungry grin, Hando moved over the girls, adjusting them a little, getting them both just where he wanted them for easy access. No matter where it started, he knew where it would end. He would have them both.

Carrie tried to hide her grin of anticipation. She had gotten very greedy in a short amount of time, greedy for this man's attention, greedy for more of his good, fat, hard cock in her. As the skinhead turned towards her, she arched her neck, reaching for a kiss, angling her body hungrily under him.

Hando moved over her with the kiss, and braced on one hand for balance, he took his cock in hand and fed it into her, grunting softly against her neck as his full length hit home deep inside her.

Carrie moaned in response, her back arching as his swollen cock stretched her open around him again. It felt so much better to her in this position than from behind, her legs able to fall back to accommodate the way he filled her so well.

Once he got seated inside the blonde, the urge to thrust took over, and Hando's face pinched in concentration as his hips began to raise and lower him with long, full strokes. He could feel the muscles in his back and ass flex and contract with every smooth powerful thrust.

Annie's hand strayed to his hip so that she could feel the power of his strokes, feel the force behind each thrust. God, please don't let him come before I get my chance! She watched as Carrie began to pant, fingers digging deep into the designs on Hando's back, and her own body shivered with need and want.

Hando continued to stroke until he felt Carrie's tight little snatch start to tighten around him, then pulled out, angling for Annie, his slick cock like an arrow, intent on its target. The moment he turned to her, Annie was ready, and she fell back, legs open, arms inviting him in.

He moved between her thighs and let his wide head nudge at the source of her heat, poised to feed the hungry little mouth between her legs. His eyes glittered as he teased her. "Say please."

Annie's jet black lashes fluttered heavily. She was ready to do anything now, would have begged him if he'd asked. If only he would fill her and take her hard. "Please, Hando. Please! I want it."

A roll of the hips beneath his wicked grin and Hando impaled her slowly, feeling her snug fit widen to accommodate him.

"Ohh!" Annie moaned and clawed at him, her hands running over his back and the rough velvet of his head. She was panting now, whimpering with need, and she pulled at his ass as her hips wiggled, trying to entice him deeper.

"Oh, you're hungry, are ya?" He chuckled low and gave a thrust, burying himself with one stroke just as deeply as her body would allow.

"OhGOD!" Annie's head fell back with a sharp gasping shout, somewhere between sudden pleasure and amazement. Her eyes went wide, her mouth panting and slack. He felt huge inside her, bigger than any she'd known. She hadn't expected the sudden feeling of fullness, of being fully opened. She felt nailed, impaled, pinned by his bulk, stuck on this huge cock that had met her begging by shoving so rudely inside her that every nerve in her pussy sang as it worked to accept him. It was the most glorious thing she had ever felt.

She clung to him as he started to stroke, moving with him as the ride began to smooth, her long legs wrapped around his hips, awash in the electrical sensations he was sending from her hot centre to roll all through her body.

As Carrie watched this handsome beast root her friend, she had no intention of being forgotten. She got up on her knees and rubbed her small tits along Hando's arm, then sucked and licked his ear. Her reminder seemed to work, and Hando turned his face to take her lips in a fiercely pulling kiss as his hips rocked him into her companion.

She kissed him back, hard, passionately, burying her tongue in his mouth, then enticing his into her own and sucking with slow rhythmic pulls. With each rise and fall of his hips, he grunted into her mouth, connecting all three of them, keeping them together.

Hando broke away with a panting wince only to have Annie's mouth capture his, her tongue entreating his into her mouth in time to the rhythm of their fucking.

Intrigued by her friend's gasps and the soft slapping sounds of their coupling, Carrie moved down on the bed to watch Hando's cock disappearing into Annie's pussy again and again. His balls slapped softly against Annie's ass with each plundering thrust, and the girl beneath him began to moan, low and constant. Carrie watched wide eyed as the scent of sex began to fill the room. This was like a porno, only better!

She moved around behind him for a better view, watching his heavily muscled ass cheeks contract with each thrust, and found herself unable to resist touching him. One hand grasped his hip as the other began to play between her own swollen nether lips, moaning softly as she nipped his ass while it rose and fell, driving him into her friend.

Hando froze abruptly as he felt wet fingers on his ass. His eyes glittered cold and hard as he looked back at the little blonde. She'd proven herself to be much bolder than he'd at first suspected, and willing to do damn near anything to get his attention. But there was such a thing as going too far. His gaze angled to her over his broad shoulder as he began to pump into the other one again.

"What're ya doin'? Leave off and get up here or miss your turn!"

"Sorry, sorry..." Carrie mumbled as she crawled quickly back up the bed, not even sure how she'd offended him, but ready to say anything to appease him and get another taste of his cock filling her. She lay back and spread her legs eagerly, waiting for Hando to take his turn with her.

Sweat rolled off Hando's roughly stubbled head, a drop hanging briefly from the tip of his nose as he turned back to grab a hard kiss off the girl beneath him before angling over to the other again. He moved into her quickly, his cock instantly knowing the difference, already learning how each of them felt inside, one tighter and shallower, leaving an inch or so unconsumed, the other, larger, wetter, her muscles like thick pillows welcoming him in.

And now, the fucking commenced in earnest. With the two girls closely side by side beneath him, he began to relay root them, stroking inside one then moving into the other, double-dipping as it were.

Their slippery juices mixed with his own precum, their hot bodies growing slick with sweat as flesh slid against flesh until it became hard to tell where one began and the other left off. They were now a tangle of limbs and bodies, hot wet mouths and lips, tongues meeting, licking, biting and then moving on to another eagerly waiting kiss. He kissed the girls, the girls kissed him and each other, hands on hot flesh, stroking and kneading, creating a chorus of low moans and sharp urgent cries.

Each time one got rooted, her moans would mount, his signal to move on before they could climax, letting the excitement of being teased heighten the pleasure. Their voices rose up to him, begging, pleading, demanding more. "Oh... Hando... fuck me now... " the blonde would plead, only to be drowned out by the other a moment later as she pulled at him begging, "Please... please... "

His fingers found warm wet crevices, slipping into whichever dripping cunt his cock wasn't currently in the act of filling. Thus he kept their need on the rise, keeping them both with him until it all became a blur of wet, raw red heat and hungry mouths and pussies, all of them pulling at him.

One girl came, and then the other, and still they begged for more. He didn't know which he was fucking now, and frankly he didn't care. All he knew was that his own release was beginning to pull at him, wrapping like a tight warm hand around his heavy balls and creeping up his spine.

He made one last attempt to withhold the signs of his oncoming ecstasy, his face clenching tight, almost appearing angry as he teetered on the edge.

Carrie sensed his nearness to coming and began to urge him on, wanting the feel of his warm seed spilling into her "C'mon, Hando. Yehh, that's it... Come in me. Come in my pussy. "

Annie sensed it too, and reached between Hando's tight legs to take hold of his balls as he pumped into her friend. She rolled and tugged them, wanting to be a part of his release, and was rewarded by the feeling of them drawing up, tight and round in her hand.

Hando grunted out a snarl of pleasure. He was close, so very fucking close now. His arms slipped under the small girl's upper back, fingers wrapping around her shoulders as he rutted hard, pulling himself up into her welcoming body again and again.

His face was tight, flushed dark, teeth bared as sweat ran down from his hairline. Suddenly, all bets were off. "Fuck. .. Fuck. .. Fuck... Fuck!" His pleasure was unmasked as he chanted out the ascent to his release.

Carrie beneath him, urged him on. "Yeah! Let it go, Hando! Fuck me!"

She watched in awe as his head tossed back like a stallion, sucking in air through clenched teeth and flared nostrils, eyes wide as they sighted on his climax somewhere in the air above the bed...

... And then his face crashed tightly closed, brow furrowed as his thrusts became erratic poundings, his powerful body shuddering over her as he growled and grunted out his orgasm.

She lay back and simply opened herself to him, letting him rut in her, letting him find his pleasure inside her.

Annie moved up beside them and kissed Carrie, then rested her head on the pillow near the other girl's shoulder. She shared her friend's awe as she watched Hando pound into her, rutting and rutting, shaking and grunting low and rough at the back of his throat, lost in a place beyond words, finally slowing when he had emptied all of his hot seed inside her, like a gift.

Carrie pulled him down to her, taking him into her arms as he collapsed on her. Annie's hand rubbed across his sweaty, shivering back.

Like a knight who had fulfilled his quest or the runner who won the race, Hando's wide shoulders slumped with exhaustion, panting softly as the room and the girls and the night flooded back in to fill his senses...

... And now he was panting once more - reliving the memory of that night had made him hungry all over again. 

His fist circled his thick shaft, pulling hard and quick, always stopping just below the dark purple flushed head, his hand a blur as his heels pressed into the bed.

"Huhh!" He sucked in a hissing breath and blew it out through teeth clenched hard by his tight jaw. Alone in his room with the lads out scrounging up something for tea, he was free to give voice to the beast that he'd previously worked so hard to disguise.

His whole body was pulled taut like a bowstring, paused on the verge of release. With his eyes closed, his hand easily became the blonde's mouth, sucking him into her wet heat, caressing him with her tongue. The hand cupping and rolling his balls belonged to the darker girl, he could almost feel her black-and-red lacquered nails teasing the tiny hairs there.

"Uhn! Yes! FUCK!" His head tossed and his nostrils flared as he pressed his lips closed hard to muffle his moans as his cock went off in his hand, throbbing with each warm, wet pulse as he came.

He let out a rough choppy breath as his senses returned again, slowly milking the last few pearly drops from his now sensitive cock.

Without opening his eyes, he reached for the towel again. It seemed a shame to use it to mop up, but he could always nick another.

As he wiped the stickiness from his hand, thighs and belly and gave pass under his balls for good measure, Hando wondered idly what the girls were doing at that moment. Were they sitting at their desks, pretty little noses in their schoolbooks, pausing now and again to look over and slide each other secret smiles? Or were they even now rolling together in Annie's big bed, sweet soft bodies rubbing and pressing together as their tongues danced in each other's mouths?

Despite a tiny pang of jealousy, a small, rare smile spread across his lips at the thought, and there it remained until Davey came up, pounding on his door, bellowing for him to wake up and come down to have some of the beer he and the others had snagged on the way home.