Jon and I were best acquaintance all through our juvenility. Inseparable.
But times change. After university we made new lives in unlike cities. We both had long-run girlfriend and busy schedules so did n't talk much or even email.
We 'd still see each former at holiday though, when we visited our family line in the old home town.
When we got together it was like we were picking up from a conversation five minutes ago.
He called one day a few months ago to secernate me he was getting marital and ask if I 'd be his dear man.
Well sure. I 'd be pissed if he asked anyone else. He told me what he wanted to do for a stag do : Weekend in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, babe !
Great, that would be a bam. I wanted to know who to tempt, but Jon did n't have any gens.
'' truth is Pete, I do n't really have Quaker here. Most of my work co-worker are hard-right redneck racist Yahoo. ``
'' Well, Texas. ``
'' I know. I 'm already looking to get out of here. Maybe out your way. ``
'' Well, I 'd be gladiola of that, if it ever happens. So what about some guys from back habitation ? ``
'' Naaah I did n't keep in speck. There were some friends in college. I 'll send you a list. ``
I mailed the guy cable on Jon 's list but everyone was busy or broke and could n't make a trip to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
'' Just us two, then. Like the in force old years. We 'll have a not bad time. ``
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the completely trip if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A richly way overlooking their ridiculously overpriced golf course.
I got there first and got us checked in. At the desk the guy upgraded us, which was nice.
I got squared away and called Jon to enjoin him what elbow room we were in.
His flight of steps was delayed a couple of hours so I figured I could go down and roleplay some cards.
In the end I just hit a bar. I was people-watching and getting a little buzz on.
A couplet of girls, Marti and Susan, were at the mesa following to me and we got to talking.
They were on a stag weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their friend had flaked on them.
They 'd just come back from some Thomas Chippendale 's case of position and they were n't into it.
'' You do n't like big, ripped naked guys ? ``
Marti said `` Not always ... `` she winked and Susan blushed.
I thought I could see the dynamic. Marti was working on seducing the bride-to-be before she got married. Susan was rum but shy.
My speech sound rang. Jon was in the lobby. I told him where we were and ordered him a potable. Got another for me and the two young woman while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a greeting. Very please to see each other.
I 'd told the girls why we were there and how Jon and I were best friends since forever so it was no surprise we would n't just shake hands.
Marti still said it was courteous to see guys not ashamed to usher warmheartedness for each other.
'' Like us two .... '' she said, and gave Susan a big hug. Susan went along with it - quite stiffly, I thought. When Marti gave her a peck on the impertinence Susan blushed again.
Jon arched his eyebrows at me and I shrugged and grinned. We seemed to be watching a gay woman seduction.
We chatted for a piece, and finished the drinks. Jon wanted to get up to his room and clean up after his extended flight.
Jose Julian Marti said `` we might as well leave, too '' took Susan 's hand in hers and dragged her out of her seat. `` Come on Susan ! '' she said, brightly.
Susan sheepishly rose. Letting herself be led to the elevator bank.
Jon and I followed.
'' I think Marti 's going to try it on with her, do n't you ? '' he whispered. `` present her a petty of that sapphic pleasuring ... ''
Maybe a little too loudly. Jose Julian Marti turned to him and winked. `` Pleasuring .... that 's what friends are for. ''
Wow. Susan was clearly embarrassed. `` Martiiiiii .... shhh. ``
'' Sorry sweetie, they 're cool though. Right guys ? ``
'' Go for it. '' `` Totally '' we said, simultaneously.
The elevator came. I pressed for our base. Marti was on the same one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the doorway closed Jose Julian Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered `` I 'm going to arrive at you experience good, short girl. ``
Her hands went up to Susan 's buttock, holding her there and she kissed her friend on the mouth. Hard and inscrutable.
They broke off and Jose Julian Marti smiled. We two were excited to be seeing it unfolding.
'' Come on you two. What about a little appearance of warmheartedness ? ``
I was just a piddling hum. Jon was too. We looked at each early for a second, Jon gave me a 'why not ?'kind of look.
I leaned in ... our lips met ... I was kissing my proficient friend.
Just for a gag, but even so ... I was about to break off when Jon 's deal went to the back of my neck and he held me there.
Then his former hand was on my ass ... pulling me tight against him. He rubbed himself against me for a second and then let go and we separated.
'' How was that ? '' he asked the girls.
'' uncivilized ! '' was Jose Julian Marti 's response.
Susan just said `` that was hot '' in a quiet vocalism. Her hand found Marti 's.
I thought we 'd helped Marti in her conquest.
The elevator arrived at our high floor and we found that we were staying in rooms that were facing each other across the hall.
'' Well, if we do n't see you again, have a neat weekend. '' I told them as we entered our room.

We got inside and I turned right on Jon ...
'' What the fuck was that ? ``
'' What ? ``
'' In the elevator. ``
'' Just a osculate, like they 'd let us see them. It was only fair. ``
'' But it was n't just a quick, peck, buddy ! ``
'' So. You 're my skilful Friend in the world. What 's the injury. ``
'' None I guess ... did you do stuff like that at college ? ``
'' Fuck no. Never. ``
'' Nor me. ``
'' But. Well. I 've thought about it sometimes. ``
'' I bet everybody thinks about it. ``
We just smiled. It was chill.
Jon started unpacking his case and then said he 'd have got a quick flip-flop in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I had n't really planned any result, we were just going to wager it by ear.
As I sat listening to Jon showering, I started thinking about that kiss in the elevator. We 'd never done anything like that growing up.
The closest we 'd ever occur to intimacy was dating the same girl.
That girl had thought she was playing us, but really we 'd been cognisant of her deal the unharmed metre. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some reason.
Jon tried to talk her into a three-way with us but she said that was insufferable deportment and dumped us both. Go figure a woman 's mind.
So we 'd never all been together at the same prison term but once I 'd be intimate her one nighttime and Jon had fucked her the following day. We 'd always joked that since it was within 24 time of day it counted as a three-way.
But now I was n't thinking about sharing a adult female, I was thinking about that kiss.
I 'd liked it, I think.
Thinking about feeling him holding me against him ... ..
Had I liked it ? It happened so tight. I did n't hate it. I had n't pushed him away ...
And remembering the thoughts I had about men. My wonder. And he 'd said he 'd had similar thoughts ....
I do n't fuck ... John Barleycorn, Vegas, hotel room, privateness, trustfulness .... it all combined in me, then ...
I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the chair and walked into the bath.
He could n't discover me with the water running.
I hesitated for a second ... what was I thinking ? ... but even if this was a amiss move I knew Jon would be OK ...
I opened the exhibitor room access and stepped inside. That was when he heard me. His back was towards me and he did n't turn.
'' Hello buddy .... do you want to get my backbone for me ? '' he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said `` Sure.. '' like this was perfectly pattern and started getting a nice fret on my hands before rubbing soap up and down his back.
The goop made everything smooth and slippery and I enjoyed feeling his cutis under my bridge player and his taut muscles under that skin.
He bent over slightly and I moved my paw lower. Moving my soapy palms all over his sloshed ass. Feeling him clench his buttocks as I rubbed them.
He stood straight again and I moved closer to him, intending on soaping up his chest and abdomen. But as our bodies got closer I realized that I had an erection. It bumped against his rear end. I moved away. But he backed up against me. I pulled him tight, my cock rubbing the top of his ass. Nestling in the cleft of his bum.
My hands went round his eubstance and I soaped his suave pectoral and abs.
My body was tight against his soapy back. Slippery, frictionless, rubbing .... my hands explored his teat ... low-spirited .... then I felt his hand on mine moving my attention downwards ... I felt his pubic hair under my finger point.
He moved my handwriting lower. Murmured ...
'' Do it ... you want to ... I want you to ... ''
I reached down and could feel his erect member. I took it into my hand. The fret and strong H2O made it tardily for me to stroke his cock.
I began humping myself against his torso in time with my strokes on his tough corpse hammer. It felt great.
Then Jon turned around.
We stood facing each other under the sprayer, soaking wet, the soap rinsing off our glistening organic structure. My unvoiced pecker was rubbing against his.
He looked at me and holding my face the way Marti had held Susan 's he put his mouth back on mine as he had in the elevator.
My arms went around him this clock time. My hand went to the nape of his neck. We embraced and kissed deeply.
His hand on my bare ass, my paw on his ... our legs slightly apart so that our thigh could be between. Locked in a pixilated embracing under the warm shower.
It was intense and I did n't want it to kibosh. But we had to get out of the exhibitioner eventually ....
Our mouths parted and we looked at each other ... ..
Now both my hands were on his bum ... My hard member measuring its duration against his ....
'' Now what ? ``
'' I do n't have sex .... ''
He turned off the shower and I stepped out onto the bath mat. I grabbed a towel and handed it to Jon, then grabbed one for myself.
We watched each other drying off. We both had monster erections that were n't going away. I was very turned on by how I had been touching his dead body. By how his script on my ass had felt. How the weight of his stopcock in my hand had felt .... I wanted more.
Jon could n't read nous but it was clear that he knew what I was thinking.
'' Me too. '' he said.
Did he mean 'me too'it was nice .... 'me too'... I want to carry on ... what ? Well, the erstwhile implied the latter and from the latter you could deduce the late. All expert.
I told him so there was no muddiness ...
'' I want to pack on. I want to go to bed with you. ``
He smiled at me. The room came with two towel robes ; long and delicate and plush. I pulled one on and Jon did the same. So we were enveloped in a sensuous comfort, both naked beneath.
The Holocene epoch memory board of our shower and the anticipation of what was to come kept me at a heighten level of arousal.
My erection was hard and fat and throbbing.
The headland of my penis was rubbing against the towelling robe.
I felt like the mere sense of touch of the cloth might throw me cum by then, so I allowed my cock to pound out where the robe came together.
Jon did n't bother to do his robe up. It hung subject and I stared without shame at his fine, fit organic structure and his hard stopcock.
He reached for the belt tie on my gown and undid it so that I was similarly exposed to his view.
I wanted to twitch him off but could n't let him tinct me. If he touched me too soon I would cum, so instead I dropped to my knee in straw man of him and took his cock in my clenched fist, opening my mouth ... about to carry him into my mouth ....
And there was a knock at the door.
Oh for fucks sake. I kept his peter in my hand, an in from my out-of-doors mouth.
Jon asked `` Did you decree room service ? ``
'' No. And I know you did n't ''
'' piece of ass '' then he called out `` Who is it ? ``
The reply came back ...
'' It 's Susan, from the bar ? .... from across the way ? ``
Jon looked down at me, on my articulatio genus holding his erect phallus. I know he wanted me to suck it.
'' Um ... what to do want ? ``
'' Can I come in ? Please ? ``
He whispered to me ... `` what do you consider ? ``
I leaned forward and took his turncock into my mouthpiece. Looking up at him. Sucking his cock.
Jon called out `` Can you issue forth back later ? ``
'' No it 's now or never. ``
The sense impression of having a man 's phallus in my back talk for the first meter was wonderful. Everything I 'd imagined. The firmness the texture. The brain activity, knowing the verboten nature of what I was doing ... all incredibly exciting .... but .... 'now or never ... .'
I was intrigued. I looked up from my knees. Jon was definitely liking having his hammer in my mouth.
His helping hand had gone to the backrest of my head and he was gently moving his hips in prison term with my suck.
His pecker was going in and out of my sassing, wet and slippery ... but I could see from his grimace that he was intrigued too.
I took my sassing away from his glistening erection and stood.
Went to the door and looked through the eyehole.
Susan was there in a robe like the ones we were wearing.
She must ingest seen the short change through the eye-hole and knew mortal was looking out.
She quickly untied the belt of her robe and held it unfastened. She was naked.
'' One sec .... ''
I motioned for Jon to do up his robe and quickly tied mine.
I opened the doorway wide and welcomed her at bottom our room. She walked in briskly.
Her robe flapped overt, showing us the good.
Jon gave her a surprised and welcoming `` well, hello ... ''.
As I began to close the door the one opposite burst open air and Marti, also dressed in a gown charged through. She brushed past me and into our room.
'' Well excuse me ... ''
Marti composed herself ... `` Oh, I 'm bad. Sue and me had a little divergence and I wanted to make up. ``
Susan stood in the midsection of the room with her hands in the pockets of her open robe making no effort to encompass herself.
'' There you are steady ''
'' Yes, here I am. You 've got me all wrongfulness, Marti. ``
'' I 'm dismal if I came on too strong. I just want you to relish your conclusion days of freedom and hit sure you try things you might not get the opportunity for in future. ``
Neither of us spoke, we just listened in on Jose Julian Marti and Susan 's conversation. It was loaded with potential ... ...
'' I 'm a bit more experienced than you think, Jose Julian Marti. You do n't know what I 've done OR what I want to do. ``
'' I guess not. I 've always wanted to be with you Suse. I thought this was my last in effect hazard. ``
'' You do n't get it do you ... ''
Susan moved towards Marti, marched her backwards and pressed her against the wall. One hand went to Jose Julian Marti 's neck, holding her tightly, pinning her, while her other went down, parted Marti 's toweling gown and probed between her legs.
Susan whispered hoarsely into Marti 's ear.
'' I want you too, Marti, but I want to lead. I want fuck YOU, not the former way around. ``
'' Oh god yes. Oh yes. Do me. drive me Suse. ``
Susan 's manus was covered from view by the gown, but the rhythmic movements of her arm made it obvious that she was rubbing Marti 's bare snatch. When Jose Julian Marti caught her breath and turned her mind this way and that, it was unclouded that Susan was finding the right places down there. Then Marti faced her supporter ...
'' Kiss me, sweetie. buss me while you finger me. ``
Susan bowed her head and locked lips with Marti. crushed her sassing against Jose Julian Marti 's. Kissing her with fervor and a hint of aggressiveness.
The hand she had held round Marti 's neck opening now ran into her admirer 's tomentum and grasped a clustering of it tightly. This was not the loving tribade seduction I was used to imagining, this was something a altogether lot more like violation.
But Marti was loving it.
I was stroking my tough cock now, while Susan finger-fucked her friend.
A prompt look over to Jon told me he was doing the same.
Damn, they could have done this in their own room. What a nice gesture to put on a appearance for us.
Jose Julian Marti 's robe had fallen open by now. We could see Susan 's hired man reaching between her friend 's legs.
Susan was sucking on Marti 's neck opening. Her palm was flat against Marti 's body and clearly her fingers were curled up inside Marti 's puss. Her hand moved fast and hard, making Marti moan and burn her lip.
Susan moved her hand from Marti 's haircloth to her shoulder joint and slipped the robe off her ally. It crumpled in a quite a little. Then Susan shrugged herself out of her own robe extracting her fingers from the wetness of Marti 's pussy just long enough to allow the sleeve to come down her arm and then quickly back inside Jose Julian Marti 's pussy and up, lifting her friend onto her tiptoes with the importunity of her crusade jerking those curled finger up inside her booster.
Susan 's buttocks clenched with the exertion she was putting into ramming her fingers inside Marti.
She kept her campaign going and turned towards Jon and me. We had been masturbating as we watched but now we both covered up.
'' Do n't be shy, son. Get naked like us two. ``
We allowed our gown to dislocate off.
Susan kept up her broken electronic jamming of Jose Julian Marti 's cunt. Marti 's knees looked like they were about to give way.
'' Now you can stroke each other 's dicks. ''
'' I do n't know about that ... '' I said, weakly.
'' Oh who are you trying to befool ? ``
'' What do you signify ? ``
'' I saw you already both had big old hard-ons when I came in. It was n't from me and Marti. You guys were up to no dependable. I bet we interrupted it .... ''
Busted.
'' It was just ... '' I stammered
'' ooooh it was just ... '' Susan mockingly mimicked me, all the while jamming her fingers deeper, deeper, harder, faster into her lady friend 's pussy.
'' take on it, Michael, stroke Jon 's prick. ``
Fuck it, I thought ....
'' I 'll go one better .... ''
I pushed Jon backwards onto one of the the king bed in the room and crawled up between his opened legs.
Taking his cock into my eager clenched fist I leaned down and took him back into my mouth, where it had been a patch ago. Where it seemed to natural to be.
The turmoil of watching Susan giving such a going over to her acquaintance had caused a lot of precum to leak out of Jon 's cock. I sucked it and savored the taste before swallowing. Then began a steady pace, bobbing my head up and down on his wonderful pecker.
Stroking the surd, fat shaft as I sucked him.
I could n't see what the young woman were doing now, but I did n't care. The cock in my mouth was more shake. I sucked my acquaintance with gusto. Felt his helping hand go back to my head as he encouraged me.
'' I knew it, you 're a couple of faggy male child. '' Susan mocked.
I was about to lift up off Jon 's turncock to reply but he held me there. Sucking him. He answered.
'' Try us. We 'll make you a fucking to make you like you were n't getting married. ''
Which seemed a bit paradoxical, given that he had his dick planted firmly in my mouth and we were both very much enjoying it.
'' Ready when you are, faggy son. ``
At that, I DID filch my lip off Jon 's severe wet tool, got up and grasped Susan 's carpus. Pulling her fingers out of Marti 's pussy. I took her glistening fingers to my mouth and sucked Marti 's juices off.
'' You taste nice, Marti. '' she stood there, leaning against the wall with her legs out-of-doors and smiled slightly.
'' So I 've been told ''
'' I want to eat your sweetness pussy. Come over and join us on the bed. '' I took her hand in the one not wrapped flesh out Susan 's wrist and led them both to the bed where Jon lay, his legs apart and his cock still hard and pointing north.
'' Climb up on this, Susan. '' he told her.
Jose Julian Marti and me stood and watched as Susan straddled Jon 's hips, took his rear penis in her handle and lowered herself onto him. Watching Jon 's prick slide up into Susan 's cunt was so arousing, I wanted to do the Saame with Marti.
But I really had liked the sugared taste of her pussy from Susan 's fingers and wanted more.
Marti laid down next to Jon and I climbed between her pegleg.
A few minutes before I had been between Jon 's and enjoying his cock, now I bent down and put my mouth on Marti 's wet puss and tasted her.
It was sweet and salty and dear than any pussy I 'd ever feed.
She bent her knee and lifted herself to my look.
Her script was at the cover of my head, gently tousling my hair as I ate her and licked and soak up and played my natural language over her engorged clit.
Wrapping my lip tight on her clitoris I began to suck her.
Her hand tightened in my hairsbreadth as she was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
I brought up a mitt between her legs and gently inserted a digit inside her while continuing to concentrate on keeping suction on her clit.
In and out went my finger. Susan 's somewhat Thomas More brute assault on her friend 's pussy had stretched it and liberally lubricated her.
I went in with another finger and then a tertiary.
Jose Julian Marti said `` OK, tiger, three 's my limit ''.
I did n't desire to hurt her. Just bring her pleasure. If three fingers was her boundary ... I went back to just two.
My lips around her clitoris kept the tight sealskin that allowed me to carry on sucking her while simultaneously grazing the surface of her sensitive button with the fierce texture of my clapper.
I slowly moved two fingers in and out of her wet hole.
Susan, riding my friend next to us said `` Only three ... you 're such a weakly interacting massive particle, Marti. And there was you, thinking you were the big seductress ! ``
'' fountainhead you never gave any cue you were such a slovenly woman, Suzie my erotic love '' Marti answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly because the combining of Susan giving her a approximative mauling followed by me sucking her hard clitoris and more gently penetrating her wet cunt was getting her to the power point.
Marti had both hands on my headspring now and she brought her thighs closer together. Holding my facial expression against her vagina as she bucked her hips up at my mouth.
I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced them with my tongue. Trying to sink in her pussy with it. But her hands brought me back up to her clit and she made it exculpate that was what she wanted. I sucked her again and quickly brought her to orgasm.
Her legs closed tightly on my school principal. trapping me against her as she came.
So much extra fluid pumped out of her. I sucked it into my oral fissure and swallowed. Struggling to pass off, trapped as I was, between her politic sexy legs.
Her orgasm slowly subsided and she loosened her grip on my fuzz and her peg parted, allowing me cosmetic surgery my face away from her gorgeous puss and then to sit up on my haunches.
I wanted to get my peter into her snatch right then. All I had to do was shuffle forward a groundwork and skimpy down. Her wet breach gob would accept my voiceless cock without anyone needing to guide it. It was right there in front of me.
'' I want to do it you .... ''
'' afford me a second, dame, you just bear me out a bit. ``
I sat there on my blackguard, between Marti 's legs, looking up the duration of her naked body. Heaving breasts, a trickle of sweat between them.She was totally sexy. My cock throbbed, telling me how desperately it wanted to be buried in Marti 's cunt.
But 'no'substance 'no', and 'not yet'means .... swell it might mean anything except 'yes'.
My cock throbbed. Throbbed, I tell ya.
Susan turned to me from her stance rocking back and Forth on Jon 's cock.
'' C'mere ... ''
I moved up the bed to face her and she brought her rim to mine. We kissed hot and laborious, but really I realized that Susan wanted to sample Marti 's cum that was smeared over my face.
I fondled her bosom while she sucked my grimace and she rocked faster on Jon. My hammer was close to his typeface and I felt him grip my erection and pull me within range of a function of his sassing.
Jon took my shaft into his oral cavity while I kissed the womanhood he was fucking.
It was a wild scene and I felt like I might cum quickly, but I did n't require to.
With these girlfriend here being so raunchy I was more interested in getting inside some cooch.
'' You 'll make me cum if you do n't stop. ''
He did n't stop. He snaked a bridge player up between my ramification, put the flat of his manus on my ass and pulled me deeper into his oral cavity.
suck hard.
But I really wanted pussy. Jose Julian Marti was n't prepare ....
I pulled out of Jon 's rima oris and moved behind Susan. Watched her ass bouncing up and down on Jon 's tool. I knelt small. Got close. Jon spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips.
I was able to lick Jon 's clod while his cock swarm in and in and into Susan 's cunt.
She felt me behind her.
'' You want some of this pussy, Michael ? ``
'' I do n't want to stop Jon while he 's having such a nice time .... ''
'' Why not link up him ? ``
She bent forward, laying flat against Jon. Her ass came up and I had a exculpated survey of Jon 's rooster in her pussy.
'' Come on ... there 's way ... ''
'' You sure ? ``
'' well ... no I never tried it, but I want to. I want to right now. two-base hit vaginal ... is n't that what they call it ? ``
Fuck me ! ! ! They ! What 'they'call it. They, as in former people. Not me. Not Jon. Now 'we'were going to be in the 'they'group !
I got up on my knees, holding my peter in my fist. If she wanted to get married with a slit that had recently been filled by two cocks at once then I should help oneself her reach her ambition. It was only polite. And the tidy sum of my friends pecker in her cunt already was a vast turn-on.
They stopped their movements for a second and I was able to berth the chief of my hard member where I could press into her, stretching her pussy to take my dick as well as Jon 's.
Everything was slippery. I pressed the head of my cock ... felt Susan 's cunt stretching to accommodate a mo fucker entering her.
Pressed harder and felt the last resistance ebb away.
Then I felt my cock plunge straight down deep into her.
Felt it rubbing length against distance with Jon 's cock. We began slowly pumping Susan 's willing soundbox.
When we went in and out together it did n't work very well so we set up a counter rhythm.
As Jon 's cock went up Susan, mine was withdrawing and then when I was shoving my meat back in, Jon 's was sliding out.
Susan was loving it. Shouting every dirty tidings she knew and encouraging us. She was on the bound of cumming.
The motion had the extra agitation for me and Jon of rubbing our cocks against each other.
Like frottage, but inside a warm wet willing cunt.
I was able to look over Susan 's berm into the heart of my acquaintance as we fucked this girl. Watching him enjoying the pussy and enjoying feeling my heavily cock slipping up and down against the length of his.
Then Marti got in on the action by getting behind me and caressing my Lucille Ball while Jon and I fucked her Friend.
The friend she had hoped to seduce into a little submissive gay woman had turned out to be far more : first dominating Marti and now taking two turncock at once into the slit that was soon to be promised to another guy.
I briefly wondered if her fiance was having as wild of a give away party as his bride-to-be. I doubted it. But then ... Jon was having a pretty wild time ... and it was still our first-class honours degree night.
But I brought my thought back to where I was.
Pump pump pump.
rooster against shaft.
Slip sloping trough slickness.
inside a slutty cunt.
Squelch schlurp.
So much. So much activeness ... too a good deal to last retentive .... I grunted that I was going to cum.
I wanted to shoot down inside Susan and it turned out she wanted it that way.
As my orgasm began, Jon tensed below us both and cried out. He was cumming too.
Marti 's fingers slipped between my ass face and she tickled my bastard, as if I needed any more stimulation.
It drove me wild and I rammed hard into her friend 's pussy.
Jon 's was rammed hard as well and our cum stroke out and filled her up.
Both grinding deep in Susan 's cunt until it began trickling out of her.
Susan was cumming the entire time we shot our loads into her.
It all finally subsided. I pulled out of Susan and sat back, watching two loads of cum drip out of her and down the length of Jon 's dick, onto his balls.
Marti put a hand on the back of my head and directed me down onto it. Then her font came along side.
We licked up the cum and Susan 's juices.
Licking from Jon 's balls, up the distance of his light beam, still in Susan, and then around Susan 's stretched-out snatch.
Then Marti pulled me up to face her and we began French people kissing. We merged our cummy tongues.
Swallowing what we had licked up from our friends. Jon 's cum, mixed with my cum, mingle with Susan's.
Susan climbed up off Jon 's softening pecker and lay next to him. There was room on the bed for four to lie there.
I thought about boy-girl-boy-girl, but then what I really wanted now was to let Jon taste the utmost of our cum.
I lay down future to him and Marti lay on the far side of Susan.
The two female child rolled onto their side, facing each other. Giggling and smoothing each former 's hair, the way girls do.
I lay on my chest of drawers, leaned across to Jon lying supine beside me, and put my mouth on his.
His lips opened, accepting the thrusting of my tongue, and he was able to taste the output of all our sweat.
Then I collapsed back, rolled over and lay next to him.
Our helping hand found each other 's prick, damp and gummy and soft.
He chuckled `` I thought it was exciting just having a warm blowie. ``
'' Yeah, me too. But I still want that, buddy. I still want to suck up your cock until you cum in my mouth. ``
'' Now worries. We only just got here. I want to do you too. ``
Susan chirped up. `` You guys buy us dinner and we 'll go a second bout. I know Marti wants my kitty-cat, do n't you sweetie ? ``
Now Marti seemed as shy and reserved as Susan had in the bar downstairs. Their roles had switched, but they seemed to give found the ones that suited them best.
Jon and I did n't have theatrical role. We were into getting each early off.
Which we did.
Repeatedly for the adjacent two days.
Sometimes in the companionship of Susan and Jose Julian Marti, sometimes alone. Marti did n't get doubled up the way Susan had, but she did get fucked by all three of us in taking over, at one point.
It was the expert stag weekend ever. All four of us agreed on that.
Now that our Quaker are married, Marti and I have a kind of affair. We meet every so often for a mislay weekend.
She 's is sweet and sexy and her pussy is still the Charles Herbert Best I ever tasted .