Two Pandas, One Night
I'm NOT a special dragon.
why do I say that?
I'm better known as a nerd, but not really a nerd, a kid who is too annoying sometimes, or is just not fitting even with his own group of friends. In truth, I thought that no one would ever care for who I was. I'm not handsome, I'm more cute than handsome, but I'm not outrageously gorgeous.
So...Why am I at a party, in a bed, and two female pandas on top of me?
Yes, I can guess that sex is on all of our minds, but just...why am I here?
Tehre is always a reason behind something but...I'm not goign to ask. Not now.
I always see myself as a naive child, never could see myself any higher up than that. If that's about to change, a few more achievements to be achieved tonight, then I'd not complain. Not ever.
The larger giggled, "I bet I know what this is..."
I felt a soft hand grab the erection I've had for the last few minutes. Even before they dragged me here. Somethign that just randomly...happens.
The excitement could make my heart sound like a drum, should the music not be blaring through the door, wide open.
I'd rather it be closed, and shut with the sound of a lock engaging, but still, could care less.
Two pandas. Neither of them chubby, or fat, as the stereotypes seem, and, in fact, lean, thin, and above all, very sexy in their chosen trend for the night.
A pair of pink panties, white flowers dotting them, and a shirt, each of which had a different design, but over all blue color.
The larger was Anne, and the smaller, Marie.
Marie, had a good habit of being there for people, caring, and everything you'd want to be comfortable, and the aroma of her perfumed only made this experience that much better.
That, and she kept pressing my muzzle down with her bum, giggling a bit more than her sister who had pulled my shaft from two thick layers of clothes.
Tall and proud, my rod stood, throbbing, and even more eager than I in the matter. That same panda leaned against my side, stroking my shaft lightly, pleasuring me as she looked at my own reaction beyond her sister's large bum.
Eyes half lidded, I neither smiled, nor looked as if struggling, and I truly think that that's what she was looking for.
She shifted again, positioning herself right between my legs to give my cock a long, satisfying lick.
Excited over the small gesture, I shuddered slightly, and she took half of my erection into her mouth.
So warm, soft, and slick. She began trying to force more of it's girth down, but still only could force it halfway in, until she couldn't breathe.
I've never had a blow job before, much less, even had sex, and if I'm thinking of that now, then I'm worrying too much. I can feel it. My body is too tense, I'm just not relaxed, I can't help but fear their reaction to some things, what they would do, but...they both continued.
Marie turned around, lifting her shirt for me to see her ample breasts. They were not very large at all, but still very fitting, and enough to drive me to buck Anne in the mouth, of who which pulled from me even further, choking.
"Marie, you are very aggravating when you do that."
"Well...", she stared into my eyes, nothing more than lust driving them, "I think it's fun to make that happen, since you always claim first go."
Marie bent down, just putting her breasts in my vision, the two soft tits taking up my entire view.
Moving my head up, I gave one a lick, then wrapped my lips around the nipple, sucking gentley.
Milk easily gave way to my applied pressure, something that surprised both me, and her.
Warm...sweet...and filling.
Though, I still took only a few sips before she pulled away herself, a large blush covering her face as another realization struck her.
However, that new, minor fear in her eyes dimmed when she shook her head, smiling at herself.
"So you like my tits, huh, big boy?"
I was mute, could not answer, and even then, I didn't need to. She sprawled over me, legs to my sides, laying her chest on my snout, rubbing soft fur against scales.
It was gentle. Very gentle. I've not once ever felt this except on one other occasion, and that was in my own mother's care.
Geeze. I feel like such...like such an immature child, so naive...a Momma's boy, a nerd, but...I can feel it all changing.
I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around Marie as Anne continued pumping my cock, and for her efforts, I came.
A simple thing to say now, no? Wrong. Just recovering from it, I can no longer feel two masses on top of me, but one.
Anne. Bigger in two ways, size, and her rump. Much larger than Marie's, and as equally soft looking. So squeezable.
My mind had gone blank for a few seconds, that much I know just through memory, but I could still feel the after effects of that climax. Weak and short, but still that golden feeling.
She licked her lips, wiping away the last of my cum, and smiled with a small giggle to escape her lips after.
"You're a lot better than I expected."
Rubbing her inner thighs against my still throbbing shaft, she easily made it stand errect again, but not as much as I knew it could.
Still, she positioned herself, moving the underside of her panties aside as she prodded herself with my cock, seeming to experiment. Then she began stretching, pushing backwards. I could feel my rod slowly pierce her lips, her warms folds embracing me in my half hormone drunken state, lust kicking further in, and the full feeling of an erection registered, along with another.
Grabbing her hips, I drove on home, her folds taking every inch of my cock, completely filling her tunnel, even stretching it to her limits. It showed, as a mass protruded from her belly like cartoonish bloating.
She gasped. A moan escaping her lips as she tensed up against me, hands on my shoulders, nuzzling her head into my chest.
She chose the cow girl position.
Something I've actually wanted to try when it came to the bed. Which was now. But...I was not completely in control.
No. Now I felt...easier.
I relaxed my body a bit, slipping into a new thought. She hadn't moved, and so, I would move for her.
Picking her hips up, I could feel her inner folds grip my cock tightly as I pulled out, refusing to let my girth to just leave. Holding her ass high, I thrust back, and through instinct, made a repeat, doing it as naturally, and heavenly, as it felt.
"O-oh god, it's like...Using a vibrator...", Anne said aloud.
There were so many things that I wanted to say, even ask, right then and there, but my greater conscious even refused to acknowledge those questions and statements. And, I didn't need to even think of them, as her lust filled smile was enough satisfaction.
Thrusting up once more, I pressed hard against her cervix, something which made her grip my shoulders even harder, and which excited me further.
Feeling an uncomfortabel heat flash, I slowed to an intimate pace, only for Anne to pick up the lost movement.
She sat up, and, on her knees as she was, made up for what I was too exhausted to do.
She bounced quickly. Hands on my chest, panting heavily, eyes shut tight. She looked cute.
Anne held her breath for a few seconds, then let it go, raspily breathing. Collapsing onto my chest, I quickly grabbed her rear, and began thrusting in and out wildly to finish myself off, riding my orgasm through.
With every thrust, I pumped more and more cum into her love tunnel, filling her till she could take no more. Coming off the high quickly, I finally began to relax again.
If anything, this was a fantasy come true, but seeing as it just happened...can't be a fantasy anymore...
Marie was, thankfully, a patient panda. It was only a few minutes after, but again, I had another female wrap her tongue around my cock for the second time. Not so easily aroused this time, I could feel a bit of exhaustion passing on as I forced the feeling which was my body becoming fatigued, down.
Fatigued over sex? I've been myself for the past three hours at a party. Meaning I was nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement. Why wouldn't I be fatigued...
As I became erect, the panda became more eager, sucking harder, using both hands. Again, the feeling of an impending climax was approaching.
Noticing this herself, Marie stopped, and clambered on top of me, her bottom bare, having removed her own panties just before.
She didn't waste time, and after seeing her sister passed out next to me with satisfaction, that can only excite her more.
Marie was more sporadic and willing than Anne. Even tighter, and smaller, not to mention the fact that she pressed a hand against her stomach to make things that much better.
I was in such a daze now, barely able to process anything other than what was happening. The party music was gone, the feeling of alcohol had long since abandoned my body over an hour ago, just a few minutes before this.
She moaned aloud, climaxing once herself, but didn't stop, the oversensitive nerves giving her a wave of pleasure which nearly made her collapse.
I rolled us both, putting her on her back, and thrust in deep, nearly forcing my thick shaft through her cervix. Marie moaned aloud again, this time, as if hurt, but then she kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to lock lips, explore my own mouth.
If there was something that separated the two, it was intimacy. And Marie was the better.
With every thrust and pull, I neared closer and closer to my own climax, a well accepted one, at that.
Pulling back slowly, I forced my cock as deep as I could into Marie's love tunnel, and reached the so much needed height that I had been struggling toward for the past few minutes.
Young and naive, yes, and I understand that climaxing so quickly can be your downfall, and would label you as a not-so-fitting partner to most. Though this was all perfect, perhaps too perfect.
Once again nearly losing my mind, I began to pull from Marie, only for the panda to stretch back to keep me from pulling out. Finished, I rolled off of Marie, putting myself between the sisters.
Anne had already tucked herself under the covers, and Marie was already pulling the other side free, opening it for the both of us.
"Are you going to stay?"
I didn't speak for a minute, thinking.
"I don't see why not."
She smiled and pulled me into a quick kiss.
Again, proof that Marie was more intimate than Anne. Why think of intimacy?
I'm naive and young. I don't know what to even call this night. Sex of lust, or intimacy, or both.
That's just how I think. I can't stop thinking of everything around me, and again, most of tonight was without much thought, bedroom related, but during the party...so many things ran through my mind.
Now I'm in bed with two happy pandas, each the cutest girls in the school. I just had sex witht eh cutest girls in school.
Makes you think what will happen in the morning.
Closing my eyes, I nearly drifted to sleep when a fimilar vibrato tone echoed from my phone, forcing me wide awake, new fears surfacing.
I still had a curfue. I still had someone I had to tell something. Damn overprotective parents.
Pulling the phone from the night stand, I looked at the picture on the screen.
Heart nearly stopped, brain focusing on twelve excuses, AND who was in the picture.
It was when Anne had crawled on top of me, and Marie had assumed a self pleasuring position.
Looking at the sender's name, it was my step brother, a full year older than me.
And for the text next to the picture...
Don't worry bruh I got ya covered.
A smile slowly formed on my lips as I began to chuckle.
"...Damn..."
With a sigh, I set the phone down on the table, and laid down, the two pandas rolling towards me on cue, as if I had asked them to.
Now one thing was on my mind. No music.
I looked at the door.
It was closed.