A Sea of Girls - Sex Stories

A Sea of Girls

... upstairs with a giggle.

We stop outside the bedroom door. She takes a deep, almost ceremonial breath in her naked splendor, grabs my arm with a glorious smile and walks me through the door.

"Ta da!" making a game-show style presentation to the audience. And what an audience: A giggling field of beautiful girls are laid out across the bed in front of us: resting on their elbows - tits swinging off the front, asses lofted behind bright smiling faces. Their feet, looking like bunny ears from where I am standing, fluttering in the air at the back.

There is something to be said about young girls: the beauty, the energy, the curiosity... Kat holds their attention as she draws closer to me, starting to unbutton my shirt. Whispering in my ear: "I got them all together. For you." She playfully grabs at my chest under the shirt, turning back to our audience: "Ellie! Brianna! Are you still sure you are up for this?"

I don't immediately recognize the two beautiful, wide grinning girls getting off the bed from opposite sides. As they approach us by the door, Kat looks back towards the girls remaining on the bed and smiles: "We promised them cock like they have never seen, didn't we girls?"

The enthusiastic response suggests the rest of them have all enjoyed my manhood. I haven't done a lot of comparison shopping, but understand that the meat pressing against the fabric of my jeans is satisfying to the most discerning and cock craving women, my wife first among ...

... them.

Brianna and Ellie are "new" to me. I have seen them around, but never learned to know them intimately. They are a year behind Emily, my daughter, in school, making them local high school seniors. "Don't worry Mark. We checked their IDs, and they have both turned 18!" Kat smiles her easy smile and kisses my feigned anxiety away.

Ellie sure does not look it. She is lithe, not even 5 feet tall, but strong. Plays field hockey if memory serves me. I never understood the sport, but being part of the booster club, it's impossible not catching a glimpse of the girls running around with clubs, in short short skirts on the athletic field. Other than her pocket size and her hair, much longer and tied in a high ponytail, she's like a miniature Kat: Every muscle defined, a sharp ass, not entirely flat chested, but my God, unless she hits a late late growth spurt her breasts will never need support.

She approaches quite timidly. With sibling like empathy, Kat steps towards her, leans forward, kissing her softly on the forehead, she pulls her close in a generous embrace.

The two girls pairing up in giggly whispers, cuddles on my right, as Brianna strides more confidently in my direction from the other side of the bed. Pushing her pert breasts breasts together as if modeling them. They are gorgeous, grapefruit sized, sitting firm and round, high on her chest: areolas a little bigger than quarters, with stiff pinkish snow pea-size nipples invitingly pointing towards me.

I remember ...