Double Trouble
Avery Sam
Double Trouble
by Avery Sam
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Super Chief
Full Twerk
The Prize
Super Chief
Tristen smiled to himself as he turned to catch one last glimpse of Shannon before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. His girlfriend Shannon was an inert mass flopped out on the bed, her hair wild and messy, sticking to her upper back thanks to all the sweat and cum from their marathon sex session.
Judging by the faint tremors he could still see rippling through Shannon’s thighs, Tristen estimated that it would be several hours before she would be able to walk again properly. And she definitely would not forget the deep dicking that her excellently capable boyfriend had given her!
Chuckling to himself, Tristen made his way into the bathroom and twisted open the showerhead to maximum hot water. As wisps of steam started curling into the air, Tristen took a long look at himself in the mirror, starting with his deflating yet still impressively large dick, slick with the combined juices of himself and Shannon. Roaming his eyes further upward, he noted with satisfaction that his abs and torso looked fit as always.
Just for laughs, he flexed his biceps at himself in the mirror before hopping into the scalding hot shower. And for the next twenty minutes, he let the water do its work, relaxing and unknotting his exhausted muscles.
By the time the water started to cool, Tristen was whistling a tune, and that continued as he knotted a towel around his waist and padded out to the kitchen. After pouring himself a tall glass of water and grabbing a bowl of salted nuts, he headed into the living room, scooping up the remote control before taking a seat at the end of the sofa.
Feeling completely at ease and a master of the universe, Tristen popped a handful of nuts into his mouth and began surfing through the video channels. After a couple of minutes, he heard the shower kick on, and he smiled to himself. Shannon was a beautiful girl, but he had ridden her hard and put her away wet, so it was a good sign that she was now cleaning herself up.
It was just then that Tristen saw a shadow appear at the sliding glass doors that led to Shannon’s balcony. Turning and twisting his head, Tristen could not see anyone, so after a minute, he shrugged it off.
But a moment later, the shadow jumped back into view, and Tristen could see that there was now some kind of chick standing outside on the balcony, attempting to jigger open the sliding glass door. And from where he was sitting, it looked like she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a bikini top, and a baseball cap turned backward.
Tristen was just about to get up from the sofa and investigate when the chick successfully managed to jimmy the lock, sliding open the glass door and stepping into Shannon’s living room a minute later.
“Who are you?” said the chick once she caught sight of him sitting there dressed in his towel.
“I’m Tristen, Shannon’s boyfriend. Who the hell are you?” said Tristen.
“Relax, Super Chief. I’m Isabelle. I’m Shannon’s sister,” said the chick, taking a seat across from Tristen.
“If you’re her sister, then why don’t you have a key?” retorted Tristen, taken aback by the girl’s hostility.
On the other hand, he did have to admit to himself that this Isabelle chick had quite a figure. That slim stomach and the way her tits were nicely filling out the bikini top were perking him right up.
“Uh, I forgot it,” said Isabelle, lifting one leg up to put it on the coffee table. “Anyway, I’m here now, eh? Damn, Shannon said you were hot, and she wasn’t lying.”
“Thanks,” said Tristen, a smile on his face.
“Too bad you haven’t got what it takes to be with a chick like me,” said Isabelle, giving Tristen a saucy wink.
“Girl, you need to check yourself,” said Tristen with a chuckle. “Not to be immodest, but I just gave your sister Shannon the fucking of her life. She’s in the shower right now, recovering.”
“Oh, please. You think that makes you a player? My sister’s a pushover. Give her five minutes of pump and dump, and she’s golden,” said Isabelle with a laugh.
“It was a lot more than five minutes, you little bitch,” said Tristen with a smile. “I know how to please a woman.”
“All you guys are the same. You talk the talk, but you never can walk the walk,” said Isabelle, a fierce glint in her eyes.
“You don’t know whom you’re messing with, chica,” said Tristen, a confident smile on his face. “I ain’t like those losers you’re used to.”
“Oh yeah? Well, Mr. Big Shot, I bet your dick is soft as butter right now. You probably need a day or two to recover, am I right?” said Isabelle with a laugh.
“Fuck you, bitch. I got plenty of lead left in this pencil,” said Tristen.
“Fine. Let’s play a little game, and then we’ll see what you got,” said Isabelle.
“What game?” said Tristen, a slightly anxious look on his face.
“You wearing anything underneath that towel,” said Isabelle.
“No. Why? You want to look at my dick?” said Tristen.
“No, the game is to see if your dick wants to look at me,” said Isabelle with a laugh. “The rules are that you cannot touch yourself. I’ll then give you a little sexy dance. If your cock manages to make its way out of your towel on its own, then you win. If not, then I win, and I get to laugh in your stupid face,” said Isabelle.
“Ha! My cock is ready to rock, chica. You’ll never win this bet,” said Tristen.
“You’re about to get the best show of your life, buddy,” said Isabelle with a grin as she stood up from the sofa. “Let’s see if you know how to handle a real woman.”