“Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not
be acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or
continue to take me in your mouth. Lastly, ’strange’ is in the eye of
the beholder, but I’m not a kinky person. You will continue to do what
I say, however.”

“Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof.”

“Then get the pill.”

“OK. But I don’t take it… in the ass.”

“We’ll see. What about Randy?”

“He’s a hood ornament. I don’t need him.”

“What about Bill Arnold?”

She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. “He’s my only coke
connection. What can I do?”

“You’re off coke, that’s what. Look what it made you do… Besides,
I’m gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits.”

She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now
coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was
standing there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs.
Incredibly, I began to get hard again.
“Okay,” she finally said. “It’s a deal.”

She swallowed hard once, twice, a third time, then pressed her face
hard into my groin. She made a sound like a quivvery whine, and I
thought she was choking, but I looked down and saw her hips churning.
She was coming! She pulled my dick halfway out and began bobbing her
head again, wildly. The come was still pouring out of me, and I felt
deliriously blissfull. Her orgasm lasted almost a full minute, her
knees and thighs clamped tightly together, her ass bucking and
churning, and though my cock had gone soft she kept it in her mouth
until she was done. She had come without touching herself, just by
sucking me off.

She let my cock slide from he mouth and rested her head on my thigh,
the rest of her body collapsed between my legs. After a moment, I said
“Did you like that?” She did not answer, did not look at me. “You came
too. You must have liked it.”

She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It was
primarily a lunch and dinner place, and I knew it would be pretty empty
for at least two hours.

She finally spotted me, and I held my camera up and winked. I could not
tell if she recognized me, but I doubt it. She’d done such a good job
of ignoring me, I doubted she was even sure that I went to her school.
She strode up purposefully and sat down angrily in my booth, facing
me.

In his infinite wisdom, God touched this girl’s mind. She made eye
contact with me, smiled, got off her stool and started walk towards me.
I looked over my shoulder for the model/body-builder/movie-star who must
have been sitting behind me. Just a couple construction worker types.

“Hey sailor,” she said. “Buy me a drink.”

“I’m not a sailor,” I replied. Obviously, she had a sailor fetish which
explained why she’d come over. I mean, I look surprisingly like a comptroller
for an advertising firms. By coincidence, that’s my profession.

“I know that,” she laughed. “You look like a business type who
does racquet ball on the weekends and a stair master twice at week at lunch
time.”

“Stationary bike,” I replied waving toward the bartender. She ordered a
planters punch. It came with a little stirring straw which no one ever
bothers to drink through. She bothered. Red lipstick wrapped around the
straw. Had I been her knight in shiny armor, a loud gong would have
been heard.

She knew what I was starring at. She set her drink down and smiled.
“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Alex.”

“I’m Melissa,” she replied. “And I’m going to tell you why I’m talking
with you. Your not bad looking and certainly won’t spend half a date
looking at yourself in the mirror. You seem like a nice guy and I’m willing
to give you a chance.”

“A chance?” I asked.

“Yes, we’re going to date. If we hit it off, we’ll do the who rigamarole.
We’ll both get tested and take it to that next stage and Date with a
capital `D’ that stands for fornication. First you have to prove that you
won’t bore me to death and that you’re a nice guy.”

I looked up half expecting to see God looking down at me giving me a
sly wink. Christ, Allah, Johova or Krishna, the wink was inferred.
“Look, Melissa. I’m a nice guy and I wouldn’t bore you. For a woman
like you I’d juggle while riding a unicycle. I’ll be honest. I’m
engaged and very much in love.”

Again, she did unto the straw what every guy in the wished was done unto them.
“What if I said it didn’t matter? What if I wanted you anyway and wanted
you tonight?”

I set my drink down and stood up to leave. “I’d be dishonest if I said
you’re not a temptation, but I already have someone else.”

Behind me I heard clapping. I turned around to see my fiance to end
all fiances, Ginny. She smiled and quickly planted a kiss on my cheek.
“I knew you’d pass,” she said with a laugh.

Most men when propositioned by a beautiful woman and then greeted so
warmly by a second would be ecstatic. Most men hadn’t had the day I had.
“You can be such a bitch,” was all I said as I headed for the door.

Ginny and Melissa caught up to me out on the street before I could hail
a cab. Each took an arm and steered me down the street. Ginny in her
typical straight-to-business fashion, explained. “I’m sorry we fought
earlier but Melissa is here to help.”

I looked over at Melissa wondering if I should air our dirty laundry. I
figured she was already privy to all our secrets so I replied, “What, by
testing me? I’ve waited this long, I told you I could wait another six
months.”

Ginny snuggled closer to me and I could feel myself melting. “Darling,”
she said. “Melissa is the solution to our problem. I’m going to let you
sleep with her.”

I stopped and looked Ginny right in the eyes. She was dead serious. I
knew this wasn’t a test or some bizarre game. “Wait right here,” I
said to both of them as I stepped into the convenience store we’d halted
by. “One mega-buckets ticket, please.” I told the clerk. I gave him a
buck and got what I knew was the sole winning ticket to this week’s
thirty million dollar jackpot. It wasn’t ESP that gave me this knowledge. It
was more simple than that. A beautiful Asian girl approached me in a bar and
propositioned me. Too good to be true. My equally beautiful fiance who just
so happens to still be a virgin and who refuses to give head because she hates
the taste tells me that this other girl is mine as payment for my patience.
Obviously, if the lottery ticket wasn’t a winner, gold was going to fall out
of the sky, so I’d more than make my buck back plus a couple of casinos
in Atlantic City.

I was in a daze as we caught a cab and found myself sandwiched between
two women who were nuzzled up against me. It made some sense, but not
total. If Ginny had been anyone else, I would have pushed her to find a way
to satisfy me. Even though we’d been dating for a while, she still
intimidated me. I’d met Ginny two years ago at the company picnic. If I’d
known who she was, I wouldn’t have had the guts to ask her out. It was when
I picked her up for our first date, that I realized who she was. There
were over three thousand people working for our firm. Of all the other
employees I could have hit on, I chose the boss’s daughter. Yes, he’s
worth millions while I’m worth a $1.48 on payday. Ginny liked me
because I’d asker her out not knowing who she was and because it
didn’t bother me that she was the only woman amongst the four million
in the Tri-State area that was saving herself for marriage.

When we made it up to Ginny’s flat, she had her own ideas on foreplay.
Melissa was sipping a glass of wine and I was nursing a beer as Ginny
laid down the ground-rules. “Alex, I love you and it will hurt me to
know you’re making love to another woman.” I started to interrupt her,
but she motioned for me to keep quiet. “I love you and want you to
be happy, but not too happy. You’re not allowed to make love to Melissa
or even to have sex with her.”

“Then what are we talking about?” I asked.

“We’ll define it as masturbation inside her,” Ginny explained. “You’ll
lie on my bed blind folded. You won’t be allowed to touch her. No kissing.
No fondling her breasts. She’ll then satisfy you and leave. And best of
all we don’t have to worry about silliness like disease or pregnancy.
I did my homework in choosing Melissa.”

I thought about it for a second. Given that I had not made love to a
woman in over two years, I could live with her rules. I nodded my head and
Ginny didn’t waste any time. She slid next to me on the couch, threw
her arms around me and started kissing me like a woman possessed. The whole
idea seemed to turn her on incredibly, do much for her speech on being
the hurt lover sharing me. I couldn’t help buy notice Melissa
watching us. It was a little strange, but when in Rome… As our tongues
probed each other’s mouth, I opened her blouse and she clawed to get my shirt
off. This was exactly the situation we’d been in when we’d had the row that
had sent me off to McCracken’s Pub, a row Ginny must have planned. The
difference this time was that now she’d arranged a way to satisfy me.

Before we got to the below the waist stage, Ginny took me by the hands and
lead me into her bedroom. She sat me on the edge of the bed, while she
took a red silk scarf and used it to blind fold me. “Do you remember
the rules?” she demanded.

“Of course, I do.” I replied. I couldn’t see her, but somehow that added
to the edge of authority in her voice.

“And they’re acceptable!” she added.

“Of course,” I answered. Ginny didn’t waste time. I stood up so
she could slide my pants off, along with shoes and socks. Ginny stepped away
from me and I was turned over to Melissa. She didn’t waste time either and
immediately took my cock in her mouth as I sat on the edge of the bed. It
was something Ginny would never do because she even loathed the taste of
pre-cum.

For all intensive purposes, I was a virgin. I’d had a normal to above normal
sex life before Ginny and then two years of no mouth, vagina or even ass.
That made me a virgin in forty-nine of the fifty states and the District
of Columbia. The feeling of Melissa’s tongue making circles around the
head of my cock was going to send me over the edge. Thirty seconds of blow
job and I was going to shoot off. One hand instinctively grabbed Melissa by
the back of the head just to make sure that it wasn’t going to try and dodge
responsibility. My other hand more-than-instinctively grabbed her abundance
of breasts. Her mouth was working up and down furiously, while my hand
played roughly with her breasts. It had been far too long to ponder being
gentle.

Ginny was not gentle either. Just as I was about to come, the blow came.
It sent me reeling and left my face stinging. “You bastard,” she screamed.

“What?” I asked fumbling for the blindfold.

She grabbed my hands. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I can
do more than slap you.” Her voice had the edge of a knife.

“Ginny’s what’s going on?” I asked.

She was on top of me and had pinned my hands over my head. I could have
easily thrown her off, but this was the woman of my dreams and I wasn’t going
to hurt her. “You bastard. I told you not tits. You’re not supposed
to make love to her.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been two years.” Ginny had been lucky that up until
this point I hadn’t jumped any mannequin at Sax. I was in no position to
point this out.

“Well, this won’t due,” she replied. “New rule.”

“What?” I asked.

Ginny didn’t answer. She slid my hands together over my head and before
I could react slipped them into what felt like handcuffs. “Ginny? What
are you doing?” Yes, I knew what she was doing, but I didn’t know what
she was DOING. She remained silent and slid off me. Any protest I may
have had was quickly silenced as Melissa mouth returned to her work. While
Melissa provided the oral distraction, Ginny brought my cuffed hands over
my head and attached them to the bed. Shackles pulled my legs
apart and were also attached to the bed. I didn’t care long so long
as Melissa’s mouth did it’s work. I quickly came back to life. I could feel
her breast slide against me as she climbed on top of me. She was straddling
me. I couldn’t believe. It was actually going to happen. Two years of cold
showers and then it was over. I last all over fifteen seconds inside her
and had a very anticlimatic climax.

I could hear Ginny laugh as Melissa climbed off of me. Ginny took
her place. “It’s okay, dear.” she cooed. Melissa will be back in a
few minutes. You certainly didn’t leave her satisfied and I’m sure you’ll
be up for a few more times.”

“At least,” I replied.

Ginny was naked, very wet and wasted no time. I was blindfolded and
spread eagle, but she could still use my mouth. She straddled me and
started to rub furiously against my tongue. I loved her taste and always
had made her come even though she hadn’t offered me an acceptable form
of reciprocation. As Ginny rubbed away, I again felt a mouth begin to work
on my penis. Melissa’s technique was different this time, but still
effective. Ginny exploded and was about to when I felt something cool
and metal slip around my shaft. I wanted to explode by it was blocking me.

I pushed my hips up furiously and heard Melissa gag, as Ginny slid off my
face. No matter how hard I thrust, I couldn’t overcome the pressure of
the ring. “What are you doing?” I asked Ginny trying not to let
any desperation creep into my voice. The only thing that go her off more
than a ride on my face was control and I didn’t want her to know her’s
was now total.

Ginny was patient with her explanation. “This is your punishment for
your fondling Melissa’s tits.”

“You bitch,” I replied. “You set me up. You already had the ring
and the handcuffs. You knew what would happen.”

“Yes, so what?” Ginny’s voice was ice cold, but I didn’t care.
Melissa was on top of me and I was pounding into her furiously. I was
convinced that if I could just fuck her hard enough, I could overcome
the pressure of the ring. Melissa let out a squeal and shuttered.
I didn’t let up and she was quickly back in rhythm. She let out
out a much louder yell and shook more fiercely. I doubled my efforts
to thrust upwards. The third time did her in. She was screaming
at the top of her lungs and rolled off me when the shuttering
ceased. She slipped off the bed leaving me fucking the air.

Immediately a mouth engulfed my penis. I had no idea who the new party was,
I didn’t care. I didn’t care when another woman straddled my face.
I worried for a second that I was breaking the rules, but Ginny could
have put a stop to it when ever she wanted. I just kept fucking with
both tongue and penis. When the woman on my face finished another took
her place. Mercifully, the one who was giving me head, slid the ring up
and off my cock. Another woman all together than mounted my penis
while my savior cupped my balls in her hand. The woman on my face came
in unison with me. I was given no rest. A huge pair of breasts was
dangled in my face as a mouth worked to resurrect me.

I have no idea how many times I came. Five or six. It was like being
seventeen again. I don’t know how many women road my face or dangled
their breast in my mouth. I didn’t care. Two years of hot and heavy
foreplay with Ginny and I was being rewarded. I fell asleep in my hand
cuffs and slept more soundly than I had in two years. I was dead to
the world.

Mr. Walsh hated having to pick the girls up from pep
squad. Especially on Saturday afternoons when he prefered
to be out golfing with his buddies. But he promised his
wife he would do it, so here he was back after only nine
holes. It was even more annoying because Brenda was old
enough to drive but due to some recent heavy partying they
had taken her license away – Cindy’s decision, not his.
Waiting in front of the school was Brenda, his
daughter, and her friend Donna. Mr. Walsh noted that
girls today dressed quite a bit more snuggly than they had
when he was young. Both of them were wearing form-fitting
tops and very high shorts. He pulled up to the curb and
Brenda came around to his side, tapping on the window.
“Hi dad,” she said. “I’m gonna stick around and help
Kelly with a yearbook project, if that’s okay.”
“Bren, why didn’t you call my cell phone,” he
complained.
“I did, the operator said it was off.”
Mr. Walsh glanced at the phone and noticed it was in
fact unplugged. “True. Kelly will drive you home?”
“Yeah. Can you take Donna home, though?”
“Sure,” he said reluctantly and his daughter
signalled for her friend to get in the car. The passenger
door opened and Mr. Walsh caught sight of the young girl’s
long muscular leg. It looked so much smoother and firmer
than Cindy’s did. Like hers had in college. Donna said
hello and he nodded.
“You’re the best, dad,” Brenda said, kissing his
cheek and rushing away. He yelled good-bye and she waved
back.
As they pulled away from the curb, Mr. Walsh decided
to make small talk, even though he knew the girl was not
that quick. They talked for awhile as he drove, his eyes
roving to her occasionally. “How was pep squad?”
“Great, we learned an incrediible new cheer.”
“Really,” he answered, unconcerned.
“It goes like this,” Donna said, before breaking into
her routine. Mr. Walsh noticed all the movment and
glanced over. “Here I’ll do it again cause you weren’t
watching,” she said.
Mr. Walsh watched more closely, his eyes transifixed
on the girls firm bosom as it shook wildly. God, he
wanted to touch them so badly. Cindy was so small and
this girl was nothing huge but in comparison. “Look out,
Mr. Walsh!”
He looked back to the road, having been distracted by
the girl’s undulations. An older couple was crossing a
residential street in front of his car. He slammed on the
brakes, his right arm flying out instinctively to protect
his occupant. The car skidded to a halt safely away from
the couple and Donna fell right into his open palm. She
had taken off her seatbelt to do the cheer. He glanced
over, pulling his hand back quickly, though not wanting to
release the girl’s solid tit.
They’re implants he thought, as he apologized.
“That’s okay,” Donna said. She looked at him more
closely as they started moving again. “You’ve got strong
hands. My boyfriend, David, is kind of weak, his hands
are small and soft. Your’s though…”
She took his hand in hers, her tiny fingers fondling
his palm. Mr. Walsh felt a sudden rush in his lower
abdomen. “Very strong hands,” she repeated, dropping his
hand onto her smooth thigh.
“How are you and David,” Mr. Walsh asked, his hand
slowly rubbing her leg. She put it there, he thought.
“Okay. He’s just seeming so juvenile. He doesn’t do
special things for me anymore.”
“I know how that goes, Cindy doesn’t either,” he
said, his hand having slid to her inner thigh, his
erection growing. He glanced down, noting it was obvious.
“Things like what,” she asked, parting her legs some.
Mr. Walsh took the cue, pushing in. “Things with her
mouth.”
“The same with, David,” she commented as he pulled
into her long driveway. He stopped in front of her house,
the car hidden from street view.
“Maybe we can do those things for them,” he
suggested. “Some time maybe?”
Donna responded by leaning over and unzipping Mr.
Walsh’s pants. Her hands easily freed his straining
erection and she stated, “It’s so much bigger than his.”
“Huh,” he said simply, his spine tingling as her
small soft hands traveled the length of his cock. As he
thick lips descended on his dick he remembered something,
“What about your parents?”
“Gone for the weekend,” she said before licking the
come off the tip of his head. Minutes lated the little
blonde head was bobbing up and down on his stiff piece of
flesh. Mr. Walsh mumbled his approval, his head realing
backward as she sucked him like a pro. The girl was a
human vacuum. She would occasionally pull away, saliva
still conecting her lips to his throbbing member, and her
hands would rock his dick. Other times she stop and just
milk his head with her lips and tongue.
Responding, he pulled her tight shirt forward, noting
she wasn’t wearing a bra. Running his right hand around
her thin soft frame, he fondled her large breasts. Donna
groaned, as his thumbs played with her erect nipples.
Just feeling the weight and texture of her soft young skin
did it for him. “I’m coming.”
She yanked her face away and her hands wrapped around
his jerking dick. White goo flew from him in agonizingly
long hard streaks. He moaned loudly as the come sprayed
up and landed on his steering wheel, and some hit his golf
shirt. Most ended up pooling around her hand and on his
pants though. When he was through, she pulled her hand
away, licking it.
Mr. Walsh looked at Donna approvingly. Her short
blonde hair was disheveled and her top was up to her
armpits, firm implants sticking out, nipples erect. She
was on her knees in the BMW. She grinned wildly at him.
“Look at this mess,” he said. Yanking off her shirt,
she wiped the steering wheel and dashboard. Without
thinking he began rubbing her hard tits, his mouth falling
to the nipples. Donna cooed her approval falling back
onto her side, him on top, suckling. Finally she pushed
him back suggesting they go inside.
“Why not out here,” he asked, his heart lusting to
lick every portion of her body.
“We can throw your pants in the wash machine. Sorry
I don’t swallow.”
“It’s okay,” he said, opening the door and climbing
out. He noticed how she leapt from the car topless and
ran to the door. If anyone saw her in that jaunt they got
a treat he thought.

Brandon glanced around David’s room wondering what
was so important he had to come over right after work.
David came back from the bathroom grinning. “You’re not
going to believe this.”
“What, man.”
David pulled a videotape from under his bed.
“Remember how Kelly was seeing Reid Thorton?”
“Yeah about a month ago, why?”
“Well, what I’ve got here is compliments of Steve.”
“So, what is it.”
“Check this out,” David said, giddily as he pushed
the tape into his VCR, pressing play. “About a month and
a half ago Kelly and Reid went a frat party and got
blitzed when they got back they Steve came over and they
drank it up. He never got bombed though. They did. Here
it is.”
“Is this going to be people puking?”
“Much better.”
On the screen, it was obvious someone had placed a
videocamera on a tripod is someone’s room. Brandon
guessed Reid’s. Kelly and Reid were laying on the bed
drinking. Steve, a hulking blond, joined them. They
began talking about looks and Kelly mentioned that she
thought her breasts were too small.
“No way,” Steve said.
“Yes. They’re average,” Kelly complained, sticking
her chest out, before downing more beer.
“I like them just fine,” Reid said, his hand
squeezing her chest.
Kelly giggled, “No. I think I need implants like
Donna’s.”
“I’ve seen Donna’s before, let me see yours,” Steve
suggested.
Kelly leaned forward and asked them to undo her
dress. Reid zipped it down and the velvet fell, revealing
her brassiered chest. “There.”
“They look nice,” Steve said, pulling her bra strap
down. Reid did the same on the other side. Pulling the
cups down too, Kelly’s c cups tits were fully exposed.
“I’d say they’re real nice.”
“Think so,” Kelly asked, as the two men fondled her
chest.
“No shit,” Brandon said, tugging at his stiffening
pants. “I can’t believe you’ve got video of Kelly
topless.”
“It gets better,” David said with glee.
Reid began to suckle her chest and Steve concerned
himself with just rubbing her breast. Kelly leaned back on
the bed, moaning how good it felt. “Keep sucking my
titties.”
Steve tongued the breast in his hand and Kelly moaned
more, running her hand over his head. Reid sat up and
began to pull her dress down. “Kelly lift you ass up,
baby.”
She did as he said, inquiring, “Are you taking my
clothes off?”
“Yes we are,” Steve said.
“But you’re in the room, Steve.”
“That’s okay, Kelly,” he said as he pushed her
panties down. “I’m going to make love to you too.”
“You are,” she said, as Reid finished hauling her
underpants off her legs. Her blonde bush was in plain
view of the camera.
“I’m going first though, baby,” Reid told her as he
opened his pants, releasing his dick. Steve climbed off
the bed and disappeared. The camera suddenly zoomed in as
Reid began to fuck Kelly, his dick pistoning in and out of
her pussy. After awhile Steve apeared in the shot, naked.
His big erection stuck out in front of him and he asked
Reid to move aside. Taking his turn with her, Kelly
became more vocal, yelling out, “Oh yes, Steve fuck me
with your big hard-on. Oh, that dick feels good baby.
Keep going-harder-harder.”
Brandon watched amazed. His hard-on was
unbelievable. On the screen, Reid resumed fucking her and
Steve, straddled her head, asking for a blow job. She
refused at first but further pressuring led to Kelly
tilting her head and sucking his dick.
Brandon glanced at David who was fiddling with his
pants. His friend pulled out his erect pecker, rubbing
it absentmindedly as he watched the show unfold. The two
guys on screen changed positions. David reached under his
bed and withdrew hand lotion. Squirting some on his hand
he remarked, “I love this part.”
On the screen, Kelly was grinding her pelvis forward,
legs splayed, as her boyfriend rubbed his dick on her
face. Steve was busy driving his dick into her sopped
snatch. He yanked it out suddenly and she complained,
“Keep going. I want that huge dick in me.”
“No way, Kelly,” Steve said, rubbing himself. He
grunted and his dick began to discharge copious amounts of
goo. The blasts landed on her pubes and stomach and
chest. Wrapping her hands around his dick, Kelly worked
him off by hand.
“Come all over me. Keep going. Oh, yes. Yes.”
Her boyfriend, Reid, wanking himself beside her
suddenly yelled out. His smaller dick splashed jism
across her chest. Still working himself, he turned to her
face, letting his sperm fall across Kelly’s face and open
mouth.
Taking a cue from David, Brandon produced his rod.
Spitting in his hand he began jacking off too. His friend
seeing the production of the his dick, leaned over with a
handful of lotion and slapped his fist around Brandon’s
dick. Brandon was too shocked to say anything, but the
increased rigidity in his member told him it was okay.
David continued working himself while also jerking off
Brandon’s longer, thin cock.
On the screen, Steve had begun to suck Kelly’s cunt,
while her boyfriend, rubbed his own juice into her
breasts. Kelly suggested they switch positions. Which
they did. Twisting over, she took more of Steve’s dick
into her mouth, while her boyfriend, began fingerbanging
her from the side,
Steve muttered, “Oh yeah, that’s right suck my dick.”
Suddenly David slid to the floor and wrapped his
mouth around Brandon’s erection. He couldn’t believe what
was happening on the TV or in the room. The blow job felt
sensational, even though he was bewildered as to how or
why he ended up in such a predicament. David somehow
found a way to cram all of Brandon’s thin eight inch rod
into his mouth. Brandon’s previous girlfriends had
trouble with it, but Dave was going at his dick like a
pro.
On the screen Kelly had turned around and was getting
balled from behind by Steve as she sucked her boyfriend’s
third leg. She stopped though, her body still jiggling as
Steve fucked her, glancing back she said, “What have you
got in my ass?”
“My finger,” Steve said, “You know you want it
there.”
“I do,” she said, returning to suck her boyfriend,
who played with her rocking breasts.
Brandon reached down, slowing the blow. He could
feel the tightness building in his gut and he didn’t want
it to end so fast. David took the cue, pulling away and
licking up and down his shaft. He began licking his
balls even and pushed at Brandon’s chest, telling him to
lean back. Yanking off his friends jeans, David went back
to sucking his dick, while a free hand rubbed under
Brandon’s balls.
On the screen, Steve pulled away from Kelly and
sprawled back on the bed. “Get on my dick, Kelly. There
we go, Kel.”
She turned around and settled onto him, his thick
meat disappearing into her stretched pussy. Reid closed
in behind her, standing over the slowly fucking couple.
Dropping down he rubbed his rod up her ass cheeks.
Brandon realized what might be happening and he felt
himself getting even tighter. His balls were clutching
his body as the blow sped up.
Reid slowly pushed himself into her and Kelly glanced
back. “What are you doing?”
“Filling both holes, baby.”
“It burns,” she complained as her boyfriend pushed in
more.
“I know, baby,” he said, grunting as he pushed in
more. “Oh shit, you’re so tight here. I’ve wanted to
fuck you like this since I met you.”
“Oh, it burns. Oh, god it hurts. Please. Please.
Oh fuck me. Yes, yes, yes, shove it in there.”
“Ughhhh, so tight,” Reid groaned.
Kelly began to buck on the two dicks and Brandon felt
himself beginning to come. He couldn’t believe he was
seeing Kelly getting fucked in both holes at once. He
couldn’t believe his best friend was sucking him off.
“I’m coming,” he moaned, clamping his hands down on
David’s head and pumping with his pelvis.
David didn’t struggle but instead swallowed the load,
just as Reid exclaimed he too was going. Brandon emptied
himself in David’s mouth and Reid in Kelly’s ass. David
pulled away, wiping at his mouth. Steve on screen, told
Kelly to lean back and he took his turn doing her anus,
but with him on top.