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You’re telling me to take you deeper but I’m having trouble concentrating. My heat is still tingling from his kisses, his tongue; where he lapped at me like a cat drinking milk. My thoughts are cliché but all I can focus on right now is my quivering pussy and the cock resting precariously in my mouth. My orgasm was so powerful and drenching that my thoughts still remain swimmy. I don’t think his face was quite ready for my release.
Now, I can feel him enter me. Oh my God, he’s big and he’s filling an area that is still trying to recuperate. The experience is causing a firestorm of sensations. I want to cry out because the pleasure is simply too much. Goodness, what is his name again? Your friend? The one you’re letting fuck me from behind? I’ll make it a point to ask you later.
“You’re distracted. Suck me deeper, sweetie. Do you like how he fucks you?” Aaron asks.
I thought about nodding yes but didn’t. If I could, I would tell him that his friend’s length was hitting places and making me feel things that aren’t easy to explain to a man. I would tell him that getting two holes filled really was a fantasy come true. I probably wouldn’t mention that I wish I was sucking on his friend’s larger cock but instead, I chose to listen to his desires and took more of his length into my mouth. I felt his familiar head graze the back of my throat. Looking down at his spread legs, I could see the small scab from yesterday where I had nicked him shaving. I hate hairy thighs and balls.
I should really answer him so I took his cock out of my mouth.
“I fucking love it, Aaron.” In response, I buck my ass backwards against the thrusting erection and start licking under the cock in my hand with my tongue. It tastes salty, sweaty, hard. My tongue laths the shaft to the head, flicks itself in that sensitive spot at the base, and then my mouth opens again to feed.
tumblr_ne8hguFWpq1qkv971o1_500Behind me, the Man Whose Name I Forgot, continues his stroking, his hand grips my ass, squeezes my cheek, kneads it, massages it. His other hand is grabbing my hair, pulling gently, allowing me enough leverage to suck. His dick feels like what being fucked by a baseball bat would probably feel like, although I wouldn’t know but maybe. Between that and Aaron’s cock filling my mouth, I appear to be the center of attention and in quite a lovely predicament.
The Name I Forgot’s hand slaps my ass almost as a sign that he wants me to suck Aaron harder. Friends looking out for friends I suppose. I look up and see that Aaron’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed, his bottom lip quivering – he seems oblivious to what is being done to my pussy. Nameless Man is speeding up, his velvety hardness ramming itself into me repeatedly. My moans are being muted by Aaron’s cock. Through rivulets of my long hair, I can see Aaron’s shaved balls and with my hand, I release his cock and grip them, my mouth still continuing to work his needy shaft. I develop quite a rhythm and I gently tug and roll his shaven balls for effect. He reacts by moaning and lifting his body slightly into the air.
I suck harder on his dick, I can feel my cheeks bow inward, and it makes me feel as though I’m trying to aspirate his seed from his balls. His rigidness fucks my mouth. Behind me, The Man Whose Name I Cannot Remember, continues to force feed is shaft into me. Only word I can think of is spearing. He’s spearing me. Fucking me so hard with a cock that’s so big and bulging and alive and … I’ve become lost in the moment, my thoughts scatter, as I’m being filled by two men simultaneously…
…
The overhead fan whirs, pulling warm air to the top of the ceiling. It’s nighttime but a small desk lamp is lit from across the room and a fire is emanating from the bedroom fireplace. Aaron’s head is leaning against a pillow that’s pressed against the backboard, his legs are spread, his toes are pointing outward. His clothes lie in a pile on the ground. Sam, the nameless one to Emily, with his washboard abs and shaved chest, has one hand on Emily’s ass, the other is pulling her black curly hair. His thrusts are wild now, animalistic; he appears to be coming close to the end of his own race. Fucking. Meanwhile, Emily, on all fours, is taking it all. Her gift, her fantasy, with the love she has for her husband, he for her, their love for others when the times are right. Her black lace underthings lie in haphazard piles on the bed. Her head is between Aaron’s legs, his dick barely visible because her mouth is swallowing it. You can hear skin slapping, sucking noises, moans, the crackle of the fire. Three lovers connecting.
…
Another orgasm straightens my thoughts again. I can sense Aaron getting close. His body has become more rigid, his breathing quicker, his thrusting into my mouth more purposeful. I deftly handle his length. I know how to please him. Then, almost as if he was speaking to me through thoughts and reactions, I know he’s ready. His hand grabs the back of my head and pulls it down towards him, impaling my face. He grunts and then thick semen starts to pour into my mouth, coating it in its warmth. With a natural ease, I swallow his familiarity while my nose is pinned to his abdomen. I smell his soapy skin and taste his essence and am enthralled by all of it.
From behind me, his thrusts now at their climax, or so I think, Mr. Can’t Remember His Name, groans loudly and then begins unloading his thick juices into my waiting pussy. Over and over he spews and convulses, more and more seed spilling out and into me. The feeling gives me chills as another orifice of mine has been successfully coated with cream. An unexpected orgasm overcomes me and I know it’s because both men have come inside of me at nearly the same time. I’m a Queen. I eject Aaron’s cock from my mouth and scream loudly into the room, my body a convulsing wreck.
Silently, we lay there on our backs for a while, listening to the fire crackle, my heart still beating fast. My mouth tingles, as if asleep, as if I lost an actual appendage there. My heat is still wet and excited.
“Okay, sooo, this is embarrassing.” Mr. Can’t Remember His Name But Asking It Would Be Awkward breaks the silence. “It’s probably going to sound crazy and insulting, Aaron, so forgive me, especially after what we just did, but what did you say your wife’s name was? I know you’ve said it countless times but for some reason I can’t remember.”
I begin to laugh. Then the laugh becomes a full on red face where I struggle for breath. It’s hilarious. I’m also relieved.
“Seriously, Sam? It’s Emily.”
Sam! That’s right.
“Well, boys, that’s really funny. I was thinking the whole time that I couldn’t remember yours, Sam, do don’t feel bad. Whew. Listen, why don’t you boys take a few minutes to recharge and meet me in the shower?”, I boldly declared. I wasn’t really sure if I could handle another double team.
But I was willing to give it another shot.
Maybe I’ll tell you about that another time.
Now, I can feel him enter me. Oh my God, he’s big and he’s filling an area that is still trying to recuperate. The experience is causing a firestorm of sensations. I want to cry out because the pleasure is simply too much. Goodness, what is his name again? Your friend? The one you’re letting fuck me from behind? I’ll make it a point to ask you later.
“You’re distracted. Suck me deeper, sweetie. Do you like how he fucks you?” Aaron asks.
I thought about nodding yes but didn’t. If I could, I would tell him that his friend’s length was hitting places and making me feel things that aren’t easy to explain to a man. I would tell him that getting two holes filled really was a fantasy come true. I probably wouldn’t mention that I wish I was sucking on his friend’s larger cock but instead, I chose to listen to his desires and took more of his length into my mouth. I felt his familiar head graze the back of my throat. Looking down at his spread legs, I could see the small scab from yesterday where I had nicked him shaving. I hate hairy thighs and balls.
I should really answer him so I took his cock out of my mouth.
“I fucking love it, Aaron.” In response, I buck my ass backwards against the thrusting erection and start licking under the cock in my hand with my tongue. It tastes salty, sweaty, hard. My tongue laths the shaft to the head, flicks itself in that sensitive spot at the base, and then my mouth opens again to feed.
tumblr_ne8hguFWpq1qkv971o1_500Behind me, the Man Whose Name I Forgot, continues his stroking, his hand grips my ass, squeezes my cheek, kneads it, massages it. His other hand is grabbing my hair, pulling gently, allowing me enough leverage to suck. His dick feels like what being fucked by a baseball bat would probably feel like, although I wouldn’t know but maybe. Between that and Aaron’s cock filling my mouth, I appear to be the center of attention and in quite a lovely predicament.
The Name I Forgot’s hand slaps my ass almost as a sign that he wants me to suck Aaron harder. Friends looking out for friends I suppose. I look up and see that Aaron’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed, his bottom lip quivering – he seems oblivious to what is being done to my pussy. Nameless Man is speeding up, his velvety hardness ramming itself into me repeatedly. My moans are being muted by Aaron’s cock. Through rivulets of my long hair, I can see Aaron’s shaved balls and with my hand, I release his cock and grip them, my mouth still continuing to work his needy shaft. I develop quite a rhythm and I gently tug and roll his shaven balls for effect. He reacts by moaning and lifting his body slightly into the air.
I suck harder on his dick, I can feel my cheeks bow inward, and it makes me feel as though I’m trying to aspirate his seed from his balls. His rigidness fucks my mouth. Behind me, The Man Whose Name I Cannot Remember, continues to force feed is shaft into me. Only word I can think of is spearing. He’s spearing me. Fucking me so hard with a cock that’s so big and bulging and alive and … I’ve become lost in the moment, my thoughts scatter, as I’m being filled by two men simultaneously…
…
The overhead fan whirs, pulling warm air to the top of the ceiling. It’s nighttime but a small desk lamp is lit from across the room and a fire is emanating from the bedroom fireplace. Aaron’s head is leaning against a pillow that’s pressed against the backboard, his legs are spread, his toes are pointing outward. His clothes lie in a pile on the ground. Sam, the nameless one to Emily, with his washboard abs and shaved chest, has one hand on Emily’s ass, the other is pulling her black curly hair. His thrusts are wild now, animalistic; he appears to be coming close to the end of his own race. Fucking. Meanwhile, Emily, on all fours, is taking it all. Her gift, her fantasy, with the love she has for her husband, he for her, their love for others when the times are right. Her black lace underthings lie in haphazard piles on the bed. Her head is between Aaron’s legs, his dick barely visible because her mouth is swallowing it. You can hear skin slapping, sucking noises, moans, the crackle of the fire. Three lovers connecting.
…
Another orgasm straightens my thoughts again. I can sense Aaron getting close. His body has become more rigid, his breathing quicker, his thrusting into my mouth more purposeful. I deftly handle his length. I know how to please him. Then, almost as if he was speaking to me through thoughts and reactions, I know he’s ready. His hand grabs the back of my head and pulls it down towards him, impaling my face. He grunts and then thick semen starts to pour into my mouth, coating it in its warmth. With a natural ease, I swallow his familiarity while my nose is pinned to his abdomen. I smell his soapy skin and taste his essence and am enthralled by all of it.
From behind me, his thrusts now at their climax, or so I think, Mr. Can’t Remember His Name, groans loudly and then begins unloading his thick juices into my waiting pussy. Over and over he spews and convulses, more and more seed spilling out and into me. The feeling gives me chills as another orifice of mine has been successfully coated with cream. An unexpected orgasm overcomes me and I know it’s because both men have come inside of me at nearly the same time. I’m a Queen. I eject Aaron’s cock from my mouth and scream loudly into the room, my body a convulsing wreck.
Silently, we lay there on our backs for a while, listening to the fire crackle, my heart still beating fast. My mouth tingles, as if asleep, as if I lost an actual appendage there. My heat is still wet and excited.
“Okay, sooo, this is embarrassing.” Mr. Can’t Remember His Name But Asking It Would Be Awkward breaks the silence. “It’s probably going to sound crazy and insulting, Aaron, so forgive me, especially after what we just did, but what did you say your wife’s name was? I know you’ve said it countless times but for some reason I can’t remember.”
I begin to laugh. Then the laugh becomes a full on red face where I struggle for breath. It’s hilarious. I’m also relieved.
“Seriously, Sam? It’s Emily.”
Sam! That’s right.
“Well, boys, that’s really funny. I was thinking the whole time that I couldn’t remember yours, Sam, do don’t feel bad. Whew. Listen, why don’t you boys take a few minutes to recharge and meet me in the shower?”, I boldly declared. I wasn’t really sure if I could handle another double team.
But I was willing to give it another shot.
Maybe I’ll tell you about that another time.
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