Well, one thing was certain - we had all enjoyed ourselves, and had all taken part as equals in an evening of gulit-free sexy fun. I think another thing was apparent: we were just going to have to do it again before the night was out!
A quick trip to the kitchen, during which time G was washing the smell of rubber from his fleshly equipment, produced a bottle of chilled wine and three glasses, one of which I tendered to him on his return to the bedroom. Satisfied as he was, he was still a little shocked. Wine in hand we just sat and talked for an hour - we all wanted to learn more, about what turned us on, what the ground rules were to be, and what fantasies made us hard or moist. It was all sexy talk, so it wasn't surprising that by 10 pm there were distinct signs of stiffening in the lower parts of E's two husbands. G was travelling back to his own part of the country the next morning, so this was definitely going to be the last he'd have of us for a while: we had better make it a night to remember, I said.
Sitting on either side of E, we began, again, to massage and suckle on her breasts. Laying her back into G's arms, so that they encircled her, his hands kneading her soft mounds, I took my face down to her rapidly moistening passage. She was squirming against G's hard cock, and as he looked over her shoulder I inserted the opening of the wine bottle which I had warmed with my hands into her tunnel of love. She shuddered deliciously at this, and I was surprised once more at her wantonness when she took the bottle in hand and masturbated herself for the benefit of her eager audience of two. G had already rolled his condom on, and he watched closely as I replaced the now dripping bottle with my cock. Peering closely at the space between us, he saw every detail of how my cock spread her petals and rumpled the surface of her groin. I fucked her slowly for a good five minutes, and as she began to tremble towards an orgasm withdrew, so that G could take my place. He did the same as me, and we continued alternating our penetrations, keeping her on the point of orgasm for the best part of forty minutes. We positioned her so that she could see every detail of our penetrations in the mirror, and her eyes widenened as G held her stocking-clad legs wide apart for me to gain access to her treasures.
Sitting her on my knee, impaled upon my erection, she found G's now-naked cock between her breasts, as he held them together to make a deep channel for his thrusting hardness. She was now just a total quivering mass of sexuality: my cock was deep inside her and her own fingers were manipulating her tender, reddened bud to send her into ecstasy. I knew none of us was going to hold out for much longer, and so I began to release my own self control, the feelings of my own coming ejaculation trembling through my balls, and making me shudder deep in my crotch. As I began to tense, E squeezed her vaginal muscles around me, to guide all of my sperm deep into her. G was pumping his cock between her luscious breasts hard and long, and I actually felt him lurch as the first thick wad of white left his opening and coursed up E's throat to the vee at its base. Two or three more spurts followed, running back down to coat and lubricate him, and then I too released my balls into E, bringing her to a final climax, the strength of which pushed her backwards on top of me, giving G a splendid view of the cum that was leaking down her thighs from my second ejaculation. He lovingly massaged his own male fluids into her breasts and kissed her, before she climbed off me. Scooping my some of my own hot juices from the now richly stained bedsheet, I added further cream to smooth her pale skin, while kissing her deeply.
G wished us goodnight, and kissed E once more before going to his own room. I watched her take off her stockings, and we bedded down for the night, with no guilt but plenty of horny memories.
It was intriguing that on the next morning, when she wished G goodbye, that though E was back in her usual uniform of black leggings and sweatshirt, both of us could not fail to notice that her feet were not bare but encased in flesh-coloured nylon. As you might have guessed, I found it necessary to investigate this unprecedented phenomenon after G had left in his taxi, and the result of this investigation was another very large deposit of my cream within her very appreciative pussy.
Did you enjoy this tale from my past? If you did, get in touch or leave a comment and encourage me to share some of the fun I had later with E, and with other girls after we parted company a few years later.
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2:05 pm Tuesday, 3rd July, 2012
Great story really well told...very descriptive.... |
