She looked up surprised—didn't know I was coming, eyes widening as she saw me with Brittany. She tried quick to cover her nipples—hard and poking obvious through the thin top—but it only pushed her huge tits together more, making the view hotter.

Brittany, in her usual tiny shorts and tight vest—the ones I'd peeled off her countless times—grinned wicked, closing the distance to me.

"Why'd you call me here?" I asked low, voice rough, eyes flicking between them—both half-dressed, roomette small and private, train rocking gentle.

Brittany stepped close, hand sliding to my bulge again. "Because we couldn't wait till the beach," she whispered, glancing at Gloria. "And Gloria's been dying to meet you properly."

Gloria blushed deep but didn't look away—biting her lip, thighs pressing together.

"Hey, I was about to eat dinner," I said, voice rough but not convincing anyone. "I don't have time for this now."

My dick betrayed me—throbbing harder under Brittany's hand, screaming the opposite.

"But Alex… look at it," Brittany whispered, rubbing my bulge firm through the cargo pants, eyes wicked. "You need relief. It's our fault what we did in the cab—you got so hard because of us."

Gloria watched—eyes wide, hand half-covering her mouth as Brittany touched me so confident, like she owned my cock. It showed how inexperienced Gloria really was—shock mixing with heat on her face, nipples tightening fast through that thin top.

Then Brittany didn't wait—tugged my cargo pants lower quick, no button or zip needed, and my fully throbbing dick sprang free—thick, veined, head slick with precum.

Gloria gasped soft, hands fully over her mouth now, eyes huge—not believing the size right in front of her. Shock, awe, lust all at once.

Brittany, on the other hand, grinned like a pro—thanks to me—and started playing with the precum, smearing it over the head, stroking slow and firm, twisting at the top just how I liked.

Gloria's nipples got harder—poking obvious now, thighs pressing tight together as she stared.

"Brittany… we shouldn't be doing this," Gloria whispered scared, glancing at the door like Tiffany might burst in any second and tell her mom everything.

"Don't worry, Gloria… come here," Brittany said low, stroking me harder now, eyes daring her best friend.

I kept looking at Gloria—wanted to make her my slut since the second I saw her tonight. Fresh, shy, but burning up inside.

She was getting turned on bad—watching Brittany work my cock like it was normal, breathing quicker, hand drifting to her own thigh.

"Let's teach Gloria, Brittany… shall we?" I said, voice rough, stepping closer to the bed.

"Yeah, Alex," Brittany grinned, eyes sparkling. "She's really scared—she needs to live free."

Brittany let go of my dick—leaving it throbbing in the air—and sat beside Gloria on the bunk, shoulder to shoulder.

Gloria's eyes were glued to my cock—pointing straight at her, hard and leaking, veins pulsing. I moved in close—slow, deliberate—so she could see it up close, every thick inch, the head slick and swollen.

"You wanted a closer look?" I asked low, standing right at the edge of the bed.

Brittany leaned in, arm around her friend comforting. "Gloria, don't be scared—you touched it in the car, remember?"

"Yes… Brittany… it's so big…" Gloria whispered, amazed, lips parted, watering at the sight. She was eighteen like Brittany but zero experience—eyes wide, innocent but hungry.

"You'll love it, Gloria," Brittany murmured, guiding her friend's hand gentle. "Try touching it like in the car."

"Touch it, Gloria—it doesn't bite," I said, motivating soft, grinning down at her.

She reached out slow—hand trembling—and touched mid-shaft first. My cock throbbed hard under her fingers; she gasped soft, but didn't pull away—amazed by the heat, the pulse.

Her fingers wrapped tentative—trying to take in the girth, barely closing around it, exploring the veins, the weight.

Brittany smiled proud, hand on Gloria's back. "See? Just like that…"

Gloria stroked shy at first—slow, curious—eyes flicking up to mine, then back to my dick, breathing faster.

She was hooked already.

And I was going to make sure she never forgot her first real taste.

I grabbed her hand gently—guiding her fingers, showing her the rhythm that would make any man lose it: firm grip at the base, twist slow up the shaft, thumb circling the head to spread the precum.

"Like this?" she asked, voice small and cute, like a girl learning a new math theorem—eyes wide, concentrating hard, wanting to get it perfect.

"Yeah… like that, Gloria," I groaned, hips rocking subtle into her touch. "Keep the rhythm… yeah, just like that…"

Her inexperienced soft hands—smooth, tentative but eager—combined with my dick already leaking from the teasing made me turn on even more. Every stroke felt electric, her curiosity driving me wild.

She was picking up fast—grip tightening confident, speed building natural, eyes locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world.

Brittany squeezed her arm from the side—kissing Gloria's toned bicep soft, the sleeveless vest showing off arms that looked like she hit the gym serious, muscle flexing under golden skin.

Gloria was captivated—stroking steady now, amazed.

"Brittany… you took it all?" she asked in awe, glancing at her best friend like it was impossible.

"Yeah, Gloria," Brittany whispered, kissing her shoulder. "It hurts at first… but then you love it. You'll see."

"It's so big… it won't even fit…" Gloria gasped, hand pausing to feel the full girth again, eyes wide with nervous excitement.

"Don't worry, Gloria," I said low, thumb brushing her cheek gentle, tilting her face up to mine. "I'll be real gentle with you… promise."

She looked at me—trust mixing with lust, nodding slow.

I kept rubbing her cheeks first—soft, full, warm under my palm—then traced her lips with my thumb, slow circles, feeling them part on instinct.

She opened her mouth wider—silent signal she was ready—and I slid my thumb in slow.

She sucked sloppy—tongue swirling eager, lips closing tight, eyes fluttering as she tasted me, getting used to something in her mouth while her hand kept stroking my dick, gaining confidence stroke by stroke.

Damn, her face—pretty features, full lips stretched around my thumb, curly hair framing everything—I'd do anything to rub my dick all over it, paint it with thick loads, fuck her mouth for days until she couldn't think straight.

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