Jon and I were best friends all through our youth. Inseparable.
But clip change. After university we made new liveliness in unlike urban center. We both had long-term lady friend and interfering docket so did n't babble out a great deal or even email.
We 'd still see each other at holidays though, when we visited our kinfolk in the old household 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 recount me he was getting married and ask if I 'd be his best man.
fountainhead sure. I 'd be pissed if he asked anyone else. He told me what he wanted to do for a stag do : Weekend in Vegas, infant !
Great, that would be a blast. I wanted to know who to ask over, but Jon did n't stimulate any names.
'' Truth is Pete, I do n't really suffer supporter here. virtually of my work workfellow are hard-right redneck racist rube. ``
'' Well, Texas. ``
'' I know. I 'm already looking to get out of here. Maybe out your way. ``
'' Well, I 'd be gladiolus of that, if it ever happens. So what about some guy rope from back dwelling house ? ``
'' Naaah I did n't keep in touch. There were some friends in college. I 'll send you a list. ``
I mailed the guys on Jon 's list but everyone was busy or broke and could n't get a trip to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
'' Just us two, then. Like the good old Clarence Day. We 'll have a dandy time. ``
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the unanimous trip if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A eminent room overlooking their ridiculously overpriced golf course of study.
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 tell him what room we were in.
His flight was delayed a couple of hour so I figured I could go down and represent some cards.
In the end I just hit a bar. I was people-watching and getting a little buzz on.
A span of girls, Jose Julian Marti and Susan, were at the table adjacent to me and we got to talking.
They were on a stag weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their friends had flaked on them.
They 'd just come back from some Thomas Chippendale 's type of blank space and they were n't into it.
'' You do n't like big, ripped defenseless 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 get married. Susan was curious but shy.
My phone rang. Jon was in the pressure group. I told him where we were and ordered him a potable. Got another for me and the two girls while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a salutation. Very pleased to see each other.
I 'd distinguish the young lady why we were there and how Jon and I were best Friend since forever so it was no surprise we would n't just shake up hands.
Marti still said it was nice to see guys not ashamed to present affection 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 muckle on the impertinence Susan blushed again.
Jon arched his eyebrows at me and I shrugged and grinned. We seemed to be watching a lesbian seduction.
We chatted for a patch, and finished the crapulence. Jon wanted to get up to his room and clean up after his extended flight.
Marti said `` we might as well pull up stakes, too '' took Susan 's hand in hers and dragged her out of her place. `` 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. `` establish her a little of that sapphic pleasuring ... ''
Maybe a little too loudly. Marti turned to him and winked. `` Pleasuring .... that 's what friends are for. ''
Wow. Susan was clearly embarrassed. `` Martiiiiii .... shhh. ``
'' Sorry steady, they 're chill though. Right guys ? ``
'' Go for it. '' `` Totally '' we said, simultaneously.
The elevator came. I pressed for our floor. Marti was on the Same one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the room access closed Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered `` I 'm going to make you feel beneficial, piddling lady friend. ``
Her hands went up to Susan 's cheeks, holding her there and she kissed her friend on the backtalk. Hard and trench.
They broke off and Marti smiled. We two were excited to be seeing it unfolding.
'' Come on you two. What about a little show of affection ? ``
I was just a little buzz. Jon was too. We looked at each former for a bit, Jon gave me a 'why not ?'form of look.
I leaned in ... our lips met ... I was kissing my unspoilt friend.
Just for a gag, but even so ... I was about to break off when Jon 's hired hand went to the back of my neck and he held me there.
Then his other helping hand was on my ass ... pulling me soaked against him. He rubbed himself against me for a arcsecond and then let go and we separated.
'' How was that ? '' he asked the girls.
'' Wild ! '' was Jose Julian Marti 's response.
Susan just said `` that was hot '' in a tranquilize voice. Her script found Jose Julian Marti 's.
I thought we 'd helped Marti in her seduction.
The elevator arrived at our high flooring and we found that we were staying in way that were facing each former across the hall.
'' Well, if we do n't see you again, have a smashing weekend. '' I told them as we entered our room.

We got inside and I turned right on Jon ...
'' What the roll in the hay was that ? ``
'' What ? ``
'' In the elevator. ``
'' Just a candy kiss, like they 'd let us see them. It was only fair. ``
'' But it was n't just a warm, peck, buddy ! ``
'' So. You 're my respectable friend in the reality. What 's the harm. ``
'' None I guess ... did you do overindulge like that at college ? ``
'' screw no. Never. ``
'' Nor me. ``
'' But. fountainhead. I 've thought about it sometimes. ``
'' I bet everybody thinks about it. ``
We just smiled. It was cool.
Jon started unpacking his type and then said he 'd birth a quick turnaround in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I had n't really planned any events, we were just going to play it by ear.
As I sat listening to Jon showering, I started thinking about that osculation in the lift. We 'd never done anything like that growing up.
The closest we 'd ever total to intimacy was dating the like girl.
That girl had thought she was playing us, but really we 'd been aware of her deal the unscathed clip. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some ground.
Jon tried to babble her into a three-way with us but she said that was insufferable deportment and dumped us both. Go image a woman 's mind.
So we 'd never all been together at the Saame time but once I 'd have it away her one night and Jon had fucked her the watch day. We 'd always joked that since it was within 24 60 minutes it counted as a three-way.
But now I was n't thinking about sharing a woman, I was thinking about that kiss.
I 'd like it, I think.
Thinking about feeling him holding me against him ... ..
Had I liked it ? It happened so fast. I did n't detest it. I had n't pushed him away ...
And remembering the thought process I had about men. My curiosity. And he 'd said he 'd had interchangeable persuasion ....
I do n't know ... hard drink, Vegas, hotel way, seclusion, trustfulness .... it all combined in me, then ...
I stripped off my dress and tossed them on the death chair and walked into the lavatory.
He could n't hear me with the water system running.
I hesitated for a second ... what was I thinking ? ... but even if this was a haywire relocation I knew Jon would be OK ...
I opened the shower door and stepped inside. That was when he heard me. His backbone was towards me and he did n't turn.
'' hi brother .... do you need to get my spinal column for me ? '' he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said `` Sure.. '' like this was perfectly normal and started getting a gracious lather on my bridge player before rubbing soap up and down his back.
The soap made everything smooth and slippery and I enjoyed feeling his skin under my hands and his taut muscles under that skin.
He bent over slightly and I moved my hands lower. Moving my soapy palms all over his tight ass. Feeling him clench his tail as I rubbed them.
He stood straight again and I moved closer to him, intending on soaping up his thorax and belly. But as our organic structure got closer I realized that I had an erection. It bumped against his bottom. I moved away. But he backed up against me. I pulled him tight, my rooster rubbing the top of his ass. Nestling in the cleft of his bum.
My hands went round his dead body and I soaped his still pecs and abs.
My dead body was tight against his soapy back. Slippery, frictionless, rubbing .... my bridge player explored his nipples ... lower .... then I felt his hand on mine moving my attentions downwards ... I felt his pubic fuzz under my finger tips.
He moved my paw lower. Murmured ...
'' Do it ... you want to ... I want you to ... ''
I reached down and could experience his erect member. I took it into my deal. The lather and warm piss made it well-off for me to stroke his stopcock.
I began humping myself against his body in clip with my separatrix on his hard stiff cock. It felt great.
Then Jon turned around.
We stood facing each former under the nebuliser, soaking wet, the soap rinsing off our glistening bodies. My arduous cock 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 arm went around him this time. My deal went to the scruff of his neck. We embraced and kissed deeply.
His hand on my bare ass, my hand on his ... our legs slightly apart so that our thighs could be between. Locked in a squiffy embrace under the lovesome shower.
It was intense and I did n't require it to stop. But we had to get out of the shower eventually ....
Our mouthpiece parted and we looked at each other ... ..
Now both my hands were on his bum ... My hard phallus measuring its distance against his ....
'' Now what ? ``
'' I do n't cognize .... ''
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 early 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 eubstance. By how his men on my ass had felt. How the weight of his shaft in my hand had felt .... I wanted more.
Jon could n't read minds but it was exculpated 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 former implied the latter and from the latter you could infer the former. All good.
I told him so there was no confusion ...
'' I want to carry on. I want to go to bed with you. ``
He smiled at me. The way came with two towel robes ; long and soft and plush. I pulled one on and Jon did the same. So we were enveloped in a sensuous puff, both raw beneath.
The Holocene memory board of our shower and the expectation of what was to come hold on me at a intensify story of arousal.
My erection was tough and fat and throbbing.
The pass of my penis was rubbing against the toweling robe.
I felt like the simple touch of the cloth might score me cum by then, so I allowed my cock to poke out where the robe came together.
Jon did n't bother to do his robe up. It hung candid and I stared without disgrace at his fine, fit body and his hard putz.
He reached for the belt tie on my robe and undid it so that I was similarly exposed to his panorama.
I wanted to jerk him off but could n't let him extend to me. If he touched me too soon I would cum, so instead I dropped to my genu in front end of him and took his cock in my fist, opening my rima oris ... about to train him into my mouth ....
And there was a knock at the door.
Oh for roll in the hay sake. I kept his stopcock in my hand, an inch from my open mouth.
Jon asked `` Did you decree room service ? ``
'' No. And I know you did n't ''
'' fuck '' then he called out `` Who is it ? ``
The result came back ...
'' It 's Susan, from the bar ? .... from across the way ? ``
Jon looked down at me, on my knees holding his erect phallus. I know he wanted me to wet-nurse it.
'' Um ... what to do want ? ``
'' Can I come in ? Please ? ``
He whispered to me ... `` what do you think ? ``
I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. Looking up at him. Sucking his cock.
Jon called out `` Can you descend back later ? ``
'' No it 's now or never. ``
The sensation of having a man 's phallus in my backtalk for the first time was wonderful. Everything I 'd imagined. The resolution the texture. The brain activity, knowing the taboo nature of what I was doing ... all incredibly exciting .... but .... 'now or never ... .'
I was intrigued. I looked up from my genu. Jon was definitely liking having his cock in my sass.
His hand had gone to the back of my school principal and he was gently moving his rose hip in fourth dimension with my suction.
His turncock was going in and out of my mouth, wet and slippery ... but I could see from his face that he was intrigued too.
I took my sassing away from his glistening erection and stood.
Went to the room access and looked through the eyehole.
Susan was there in a robe like the ones we were wearing.
She must induce seen the unaccented change through the eye-hole and knew mortal was looking out.
She quickly untied the belt of her robe and held it open. She was naked.
'' One sec .... ''
I motioned for Jon to do up his gown and quickly tied mine.
I opened the door wide and welcomed her indoors our room. She walked in briskly.
Her robe flapped open, showing us the trade good.
Jon gave her a surprised and welcoming `` well, hello ... ''.
As I began to close the door the one antonym salvo spread out and Marti, also dressed in a robe charged through. She brushed past me and into our way.
'' wellspring excuse me ... ''
Marti composed herself ... `` Oh, I 'm no-account. Sue and me had a minuscule dissension and I wanted to make up. ``
Susan stood in the eye of the room with her hands in the air hole of her unresolved robe making no endeavour to incubate herself.
'' There you are sweetie ''
'' Yes, here I am. You 've got me all wrong, Jose Julian Marti. ``
'' I 'm sorry if I came on too strong. I just want you to enjoy your last days of freedom and make sure you try affair you might not get the opportunity for in future. ``
Neither of us spoke, we just listened in on Marti and Susan 's conversation. It was loaded with potentiality ... ...
'' I 'm a bit more experienced than you think, Marti. You do n't love 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 conclusion best chance. ``
'' You do n't get it do you ... ''
Susan moved towards Jose Julian Marti, marched her backwards and pressed her against the bulwark. One hand went to Marti 's neck, holding her tightly, pinning her, while her early went down, parted Marti 's toweling robe and probed between her legs.
Susan whispered hoarsely into Marti 's ear.
'' I want you too, Marti, but I want to lead. I want screw YOU, not the other way around. ``
'' Oh god yes. Oh yes. Do me. Take me Suse. ``
Susan 's mitt was covered from view by the robe, but the rhythmical effort of her arm made it obvious that she was rubbing Marti 's bare pussy. When Jose Julian Marti caught her breath and turned her head this way and that, it was clear that Susan was finding the right places down there. Then Marti faced her friend ...
'' Kiss me, sweetie. osculate me while you finger me. ``
Susan bowed her promontory and locked lips with Marti. crushed her lips against Jose Julian Marti 's. Kissing her with excitation and a hint of aggression.
The hand she had held round Jose Julian Marti 's neck opening now ran into her Quaker 's hair and grasped a gang of it tightly. This was not the loving lesbian seduction I was used to imagining, this was something a wholly lot more like violation.
But Marti was loving it.
I was stroking my voiceless prick now, while Susan finger-fucked her ally.
A quick look over to Jon told me he was doing the same.
red cent, they could have done this in their own room. What a nice gesture to put on a show for us.
Marti 's gown had fallen overt by now. We could see Susan 's mitt reaching between her admirer 's legs.
Susan was sucking on Marti 's neck. Her decoration was flat against Jose Julian Marti 's body and clearly her fingers were curled up inside Marti 's puss. Her bridge player moved fast and severely, making Marti groan and burn her lip.
Susan moved her paw from Marti 's pilus to her shoulder and slipped the robe off her friend. It crumpled in a heap. Then Susan shrugged herself out of her own robe extracting her finger's breadth from the wetness of Marti 's pussy just long enough to provide the sleeve to total down her arm and then quickly back inside Marti 's bitch and up, lifting her acquaintance onto her tiptoes with the urgency of her movements jerking those curled finger up inside her acquaintance.
Susan 's buttocks clenched with the attempt she was putting into ramming her fingers inside Marti.
She kept her bm 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, boys. Get au naturel like us two. ``
We allowed our gown to slip off.
Susan kept up her rugged jamming of Marti 's cunt. Jose Julian Marti 's knee joint looked like they were about to give way.
'' Now you can stroke each former 's dicks. ''
'' I do n't make out about that ... '' I said, weakly.
'' Oh who are you trying to fool ? ``
'' What do you entail ? ``
'' I saw you already both had big old erection when I came in. It was n't from me and Jose Julian Marti. You hombre were up to no unspoilt. I bet we interrupted it .... ''
Busted.
'' It was just ... '' I stammered
'' ooooh it was just ... '' Susan mockingly mimicked me, all the piece jamming her fingers deeper, deeper, harder, faster into her girl 's pussy.
'' Take it, Michael, stroke Jon 's hammer. ``
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 fist I leaned down and took him back into my mouth, where it had been a while ago. Where it seemed to natural to be.
The turmoil of watching Susan giving such a going over to her friend had caused a lot of precum to leak out out of Jon 's cock. I sucked it and savored the taste before swallowing. Then began a firm pace, bobbing my head up and down on his wonderful cock.
Stroking the knockout, fat tool as I sucked him.
I could n't see what the girls were doing now, but I did n't deal. The cock in my oral cavity was more wind up. I sucked my acquaintance with zestfulness. Felt his hand go back to my drumhead as he encouraged me.
'' I knew it, you 're a couplet of faggy boys. '' Susan mocked.
I was about to purloin up off Jon 's stopcock to reply but he held me there. Sucking him. He answered.
'' Try us. We 'll give you a fucking to produce you like you were n't getting married. ''
Which seemed a bit paradoxical, given that he had his gumshoe planted firmly in my mouth and we were both very a good deal enjoying it.
'' set up when you are, faggy boys. ``
At that, I DID lift my back talk off Jon 's tough wet cock, got up and grasped Susan 's wrist. Pulling her fingerbreadth out of Jose Julian Marti 's cunt. I took her glistening fingers to my lip and sucked Marti 's juices off.
'' You taste nice, Marti. '' she stood there, leaning against the wall with her legs afford and smiled slightly.
'' So I 've been told ''
'' I want to eat your mellifluous snatch. Come over and join us on the bed. '' I took her hired man in the one not wrapped polish 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.
Marti and me stood and watched as Susan straddled Jon 's pelvic arch, took his raise penis in her handgrip and lowered herself onto him. Watching Jon 's tool slide up into Susan 's bitch was so arousing, I wanted to do the Lapp with Jose Julian Marti.
But I really had liked the sugared gustatory sensation of her slit from Susan 's digit and wanted more.
Marti laid down next to Jon and I climbed between her legs.
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 slit and tasted her.
It was confection and salty and better than any pussy I 'd ever deplete.
She bent her knee joint and lifted herself to my cheek.
Her hand was at the back of my question, gently tousling my fuzz as I ate her and puzzle out and sop up and played my tongue over her engorged clitoris.
Wrapping my sassing tight on her clitoris I began to suck her.
Her script tightened in my hair as she was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
I brought up a hired man between her leg and gently inserted a finger's breadth inside her while continuing to concentrate on keeping suction on her clit.
In and out went my finger. Susan 's somewhat more unrelenting violation on her friend 's pussycat had stretched it and liberally lubricated her.
I went in with another finger and then a 3rd.
Marti said `` OK, Panthera tigris, three 's my limit ''.
I did n't want to ache her. Just bring her pleasure. If three finger was her limitation ... I went back to just two.
My lips around her clit kept the soused sealskin that allowed me to carry on sucking her spell simultaneously grazing the open of her medium button with the rough texture of my tongue.
I slowly moved two finger's breadth in and out of her wet hole.
Susan, riding my protagonist next to us said `` Only three ... you 're such a chicken, Marti. And there was you, thinking you were the big seductress ! ``
'' Well you never gave any clue you were such a strumpet, Suzie my passion '' Marti answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly because the combination of Susan giving her a rough mauling followed by me sucking her hard clit and more gently penetrating her wet puss was getting her to the peak.
Marti had both script on my head now and she brought her thighs closer together. Holding my boldness against her vagina as she bucked her hips up at my mouth.
I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced them with my knife. Trying to interpenetrate her pussy with it. But her work force brought me back up to her button and she made it clear that was what she wanted. I sucked her again and quickly brought her to orgasm.
Her legs closed tightly on my principal. trapping me against her as she came.
So very much additional fluid pumped out of her. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. Struggling to breathe, trapped as I was, between her smooth sexy legs.
Her orgasm slowly subsided and she loosened her grip on my hair and her legs parted, allowing me overturn my font away from her gorgeous purulence and then to sit up on my haunches.
I wanted to get my cock into her cunt right then. All I had to do was shuffle forward a ft and list down. Her wet gap maw would live with my hard cock without anyone needing to manoeuvre it. It was right there in front of me.
'' I want to fuck you .... ''
'' Give me a minute, doll, you just wore me out a bit. ``
I sat there on my heels, between Marti 's ramification, looking up the duration of her naked consistency. Heaving breasts, a drip of sweat between them.She was totally sexy. My stopcock throbbed, telling me how desperately it wanted to be buried in Marti 's cunt.
But 'no'means 'no', and 'not yet'means .... well it might mean anything except 'yes'.
My prick throbbed. Throbbed, I tell ya.
Susan turned to me from her position rocking back and Forth on Jon 's cock.
'' C'mere ... ''
I moved up the bed to face up her and she brought her lip to mine. We kissed hot and grievous, but really I realized that Susan wanted to taste Jose Julian Marti 's cum that was smeared over my face.
I fondled her titties while she sucked my face and she rocked faster on Jon. My cock was closelipped to his nerve and I felt him fascinate my erection and pull me within stove of his sassing.
Jon took my cock into his mouth while I kissed the cleaning lady he was fucking.
It was a wild scene and I felt like I might cum quickly, but I did n't want to.
With these girls here being so dingy I was more concern in getting inside some cooch.
'' You 'll spend a penny me cum if you do n't stop. ''
He did n't stop. He snaked a script up between my legs, put the flatbed of his hand on my ass and pulled me deeper into his sassing.
Sucking hard.
But I really wanted slit. Jose Julian Marti was n't prepare ....
I pulled out of Jon 's mouth and moved behind Susan. Watched her ass bouncing up and down on Jon 's putz. I knelt lower. Got close. Jon spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips.
I was able to lick Jon 's Lucille Ball while his cock horde in and in and into Susan 's cunt.
She felt me behind her.
'' You want some of this pussy, Michael ? ``
'' I do n't need to stop Jon while he 's having such a skillful clip .... ''
'' Why not join him ? ``
She bent forward, laying flat against Jon. Her ass came up and I had a crystallise view of Jon 's cock in her pussy.
'' Come on ... there 's room ... ''
'' 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 ? ``
shag me ! ! ! They ! What 'they'call it. They, as in former multitude. Not me. Not Jon. Now 'we'were going to be in the 'they'mathematical group !
I got up on my knees, holding my cock in my fist. If she wanted to get married with a snatch that had recently been filled by two cocks at once then I should help her attain her ambition. It was only civilised. And the deal of my Friend cock in her cunt already was a huge turn-on.
They stopped their movements for a minute and I was able to spot the foreland of my surd member where I could entreat into her, stretching her pussy to take my shaft as well as Jon 's.
Everything was slippery. I pressed the head of my rooster ... felt Susan 's slit stretching to accommodate a second fucker entering her.
Pressed grueling and felt the finish resistivity ebb away.
Then I felt my stopcock dip straight down deep into her.
Felt it rubbing length against length with Jon 's cock. We began slowly pumping Susan 's willing eubstance.
When we went in and out together it did n't work out very well so we set up a counter rhythm method.
As Jon 's pecker went up Susan, mine was withdrawing and then when I was shoving my essence back in, Jon 's was sliding out.
Susan was loving it. Shouting every dirty Word of God she knew and encouraging us. She was on the edge of cumming.
The motions had the additional hullabaloo for me and Jon of rubbing our prick against each other.
Like frottage, but inside a warm wet bequeath pussy.
I was able to look over Susan 's shoulder into the eye of my Quaker as we fucked this girl. Watching him enjoying the puss and enjoying feeling my severe rooster slipping up and down against the duration of his.
Then Marti got in on the natural process by getting behind me and caressing my globe while Jon and I fucked her champion.
The friend she had hoped to seduce into a little submissive lesbian had turned out to be far more : start dominating Marti and now taking two peter at once into the slit that was soon to be promised to another guy.
I briefly marvel if her fiance was having as wild of a stag party as his bride-to-be. I doubted it. But then ... Jon was having a reasonably unwarranted meter ... and it was still our first Night.
But I brought my thought process back to where I was.
ticker heart ticker.
dick against prick.
Slip slide slip.
Inside a slutty cunt.
squelch schlurp.
So much. So much action ... too much to last foresighted .... I grunted that I was going to cum.
I wanted to take 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 impertinence and she tickled my son of a bitch, as if I needed any more stimulation.
It drove me baseless and I rammed hard into her friend 's pussy.
Jon 's was rammed hard as well and our cum shot out and filled her up.
Both grinding deep in Susan 's twat 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 consignment of cum drip out of her and down the length of Jon 's stopcock, onto his balls.
Marti put a paw on the back of my head and directed me down onto it. Then her grimace came along side.
We licked up the cum and Susan 's juice.
Licking from Jon 's glob, up the length of his shaft, still in Susan, and then around Susan 's stretched-out twat.
Then Jose Julian Marti pulled me up to face her and we began French fondling. We merged our cummy lingua.
Swallowing what we had licked up from our booster. Jon 's cum, ruffle with my cum, miscellaneous with Susan's.
Susan climbed up off Jon 's softening cock 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 shoemaker's last of our cum.
I lay down next to him and Marti lay on the far position of Susan.
The two little girl rolled onto their incline, facing each other. Giggling and smoothing each early 's fuzz, the way lady friend do.
I lay on my bureau, leaned across to Jon lying supine beside me, and put my rima oris on his.
His back talk opened, accepting the jabbing of my natural language, and he was capable to taste the output signal of all our exertions.
Then I collapsed back, rolled over and lay next to him.
Our hands found each former 's stopcock, damp and sticky and soft.
He chuckled `` I thought it was exciting just having a prompt blowie. ``
'' Yeah, me too. But I still want that, buddy. I still want to nurse your tool 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 endorsement rung. I know Jose Julian Marti wants my pussy, do n't you sweetie ? ``
Now Marti seemed as shy and reserved as Susan had in the bar downstairs. Their purpose had switched, but they seemed to have found the 1 that suited them best.
Jon and I did n't have function. We were into getting each other off.
Which we did.
Repeatedly for the side by side two days.
Sometimes in the party of Susan and 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 succession, at one degree.
It was the best hart weekend ever. All four of us agreed on that.
Now that our friends are married, Marti and I have a kind of thing. We meet every so often for a lost weekend.
She 's is sweet and aphrodisiacal and her slit is still the considerably I ever tasted .