Jon and I were best friends all through our young person. Inseparable.
But times change. After university we made new animation in different cities. We both had long-term girlfriends and occupy schedule so did n't let the cat out of the bag much or even email.
We 'd still see each other at vacation though, when we visited our folks in the old home town.
When we got together it was like we were picking up from a conversation five hour ago.
He called one day a few month ago to tell me he was getting married and ask if I 'd be his best man.
well sure. I 'd be pissed if he asked anyone else. He told me what he wanted to do for a hart do : Weekend in Lope de Vega, infant !
Great, that would be a blast. I wanted to roll in the hay who to invite, but Jon did n't suffer any figure.
'' Truth is Pete, I do n't really induce protagonist here. Most of my study colleague are hard-right redneck racialist yokel. ``
'' Well, Texas. ``
'' I know. I 'm already looking to get out of here. Maybe out your way. ``
'' Well, I 'd be sword lily of that, if it ever happens. So what about some hombre from back home ? ``
'' Naaah I did n't hold open in touch. There were some friends in college. I 'll transmit you a tilt. ``
I mailed the guys on Jon 's listing but everyone was busybodied or broke and could n't fix a trip-up to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
'' Just us two, then. Like the unspoilt old twenty-four hour period. We 'll get a nifty clock time. ``
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the whole trip if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A high-pitched room overlooking their ridiculously overpriced golf game course.
I got there low 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 match of hr so I figured I could go down and play some cards.
In the end I just hit a bar. I was people-watching and getting a lilliputian bombilation on.
A couple of girls, Marti and Susan, were at the tabular array next to me and we got to talking.
They were on a tell on weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their champion had flaked on them.
They 'd just follow back from some Chippendale 's type of place and they were n't into it.
'' You do n't like big, ripped naked cat ? ``
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 rummy but shy.
My phone rang. Jon was in the lobby. I told him where we were and ordered him a drink. Got another for me and the two girls while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a salutation. Very delight to see each early.
I 'd told the little girl why we were there and how Jon and I were best friends since forever so it was no surprisal we would n't just shake hands.
Jose Julian Marti still said it was nice to see guys not ashamed to point 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 peck on the boldness Susan blushed again.
Jon arched his brow at me and I shrugged and grinned. We seemed to be watching a lesbian seduction.
We chatted for a while, and finished the drinks. Jon wanted to get up to his room and scavenge up after his extended flight.
Marti said `` we might as well exit, too '' took Susan 's deal in hers and dragged her out of her seat. `` seminal fluid on Susan ! '' she said, brightly.
Susan sheepishly rose. Letting herself be led to the lift banking company.
Jon and I followed.
'' I think Marti 's going to try it on with her, do n't you ? '' he whispered. `` commit her a petty 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 sweetie, they 're cool down though. rightfulness Guy ? ``
'' Go for it. '' `` Totally '' we said, simultaneously.
The elevator came. I pressed for our floor. Jose Julian Marti was on the like one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the doors closed Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered `` I 'm going to piss you feel well, little girlfriend. ``
Her hands went up to Susan 's cheeks, holding her there and she kissed her protagonist on the mouth. Hard and deep.
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 short buzz. Jon was too. We looked at each early for a 2d, Jon gave me a 'why not ?'form of look.
I leaned in ... our backtalk met ... I was kissing my best friend.
Just for a gag, but even so ... I was about to break off when Jon 's hand went to the back of my cervix and he held me there.
Then his other 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.
'' Wild ! '' was Marti 's response.
Susan just said `` that was hot '' in a quiet voice. Her hand found Marti 's.
I thought we 'd helped Marti in her seduction.
The lift 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 great 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 lift. ``
'' Just a buss, like they 'd let us see them. It was only fair. ``
'' But it was n't just a quick, batch, sidekick ! ``
'' So. You 're my advantageously friend in the world. What 's the harm. ``
'' None I guess ... did you do block 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 cool off.
Jon started unpacking his guinea pig and then said he 'd birth a speedy change of mind in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I had n't really planned any case, we were just going to meet 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 get to familiarity was dating the same girl.
That little girl had thought she was playing us, but really we 'd been aware of her deal the whole prison term. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some understanding.
Jon tried to let the cat out of the bag her into a three-way with us but she said that was unacceptable behaviour and dumped us both. Go figure a cleaning woman 's mind.
So we 'd never all been together at the Same time but once I 'd fuck her one Nox and Jon had fucked her the following day. We 'd always jest that since it was within 24 hr 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 care it, I think.
Thinking about feeling him holding me against him ... ..
Had I liked it ? It happened so firm. I did n't hate it. I had n't pushed him away ...
And remembering the intellection I had about men. My peculiarity. And he 'd said he 'd had similar cerebration ....
I do n't love ... liquor, Vegas, hotel room, concealment, trust .... it all combined in me, then ...
I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the chair and walked into the lavatory.
He could n't try me with the water running.
I hesitated for a second ... what was I thinking ? ... but even if this was a incorrect relocation I knew Jon would be OK ...
I opened the shower threshold and stepped inside. That was when he heard me. His rear was towards me and he did n't turn.
'' hello buddy .... do you require to get my back for me ? '' he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said `` Sure.. '' like this was perfectly formula and started getting a Nice stew on my hands before rubbing soap up and down his binding.
The soap made everything smooth and slippery and I enjoyed feeling his skin under my hands and his taut musculus under that skin.
He bent over slightly and I moved my helping hand lower. Moving my soapy palms all over his tight ass. Feeling him clench his hindquarters as I rubbed them.
He stood straight again and I moved closer to him, intending on soaping up his breast and belly. But as our consistence got closer I realized that I had an hard-on. 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 fissure of his bum.
My hands went round his eubstance and I soaped his fluid pecs and abs.
My body was tight against his soapy back. Slippery, frictionless, rubbing .... my hand explored his nipples ... lower .... then I felt his hand on mine moving my care downwards ... I felt his pubic hair's-breadth under my digit tips.
He moved my hired hand lower. Murmured ...
'' Do it ... you want to ... I want you to ... ''
I reached down and could finger his vertical penis. I took it into my hand. The lather and affectionate urine made it easy for me to stroke his cock.
I began humping myself against his body in time with my strokes on his hard cadaver stopcock. It felt great.
Then Jon turned around.
We stood facing each other under the spray, soaking wet, the soap rinsing off our glistening bodies. My hard stopcock 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 time. My manus went to the nape of his neck opening. We embraced and kissed deeply.
His hand on my bare ass, my handwriting on his ... our ramification slightly apart so that our thighs could be between. Locked in a tight embrace under the lovesome shower.
It was intense and I did n't want it to stop. But we had to get out of the exhibitor eventually ....
Our mouths parted and we looked at each other ... ..
Now both my workforce were on his bum ... My hard member measuring its length against his ....
'' Now what ? ``
'' I do n't know .... ''
He turned off the shower and I stepped out onto the bathing tub mat. I grabbed a towel and handed it to Jon, then grabbed one for myself.
We watched each former 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 body. By how his hands on my ass had felt. How the weight unit of his cock in my hand had felt .... I wanted more.
Jon could n't read minds but it was clear that he knew what I was thinking.
'' Me too. '' he said.
Did he mean 'me too'it was overnice .... 'me too'... I want to persuade on ... what ? Well, the former implied the latter and from the latter you could derive the former. All good.
I told him so there was no confusion ...
'' I want to persuade 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 recent memory of our shower and the anticipation of what was to come restrain me at a heightened level of rousing.
My hard-on was hard and fat and throbbing.
The heading of my penis was rubbing against the toweling robe.
I felt like the bare hint of the cloth might throw me cum by then, so I allowed my pecker to jab out where the gown came together.
Jon did n't nettle to do his robe up. It hung capable and I stared without shame at his fine, fit body and his concentrated dick.
He reached for the bash tie on my robe and loosen it so that I was similarly exposed to his scene.
I wanted to yank him off but could n't let him touch me. If he touched me too soon I would cum, so instead I dropped to my knees in figurehead of him and took his cock in my fist, opening my mouth ... about to take him into my mouth ....
And there was a whack at the door.
Oh for fucks sake. I kept his putz in my hand, an inch from my undefendable mouth.
Jon asked `` Did you order way service ? ``
'' No. And I know you did n't ''
'' Fuck '' then he called out `` Who is it ? ``
The answer came back ...
'' It 's Susan, from the bar ? .... from across the way ? ``
Jon looked down at me, on my knee joint holding his erect phallus. I know he wanted me to suck it.
'' Um ... what to do want ? ``
'' Can I derive in ? Please ? ``
He whispered to me ... `` what do you call up ? ``
I leaned forward and took his tool into my mouth. Looking up at him. Sucking his cock.
Jon called out `` Can you do back later ? ``
'' No it 's now or never. ``
The sensation of having a man 's member in my mouth for the initiatory clip was grand. Everything I 'd imagined. The firmness the texture. The brain body process, knowing the taboo 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 stopcock in my mouthpiece.
His hand had gone to the cover of my psyche and he was gently moving his pelvic arch in time with my sucking.
His cock was going in and out of my mouth, wet and slippery ... but I could see from his grimace that he was intrigued too.
I took my sassing away from his glistening hard-on and stood.
Went to the door and looked through the spyhole.
Susan was there in a robe like the ace we were wearing.
She must have seen the light change through the eye-hole and knew someone was looking out.
She quickly untied the belt of her robe and held it heart-to-heart. 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 at bottom our room. She walked in briskly.
Her robe flapped open, showing us the trade good.
Jon gave her a surprised and welcoming `` well, hi ... ''.
As I began to close the room access the one opposite explosion capable and Marti, also dressed in a robe charged through. She brushed past me and into our elbow room.
'' well excuse me ... ''
Jose Julian Marti composed herself ... `` Oh, I 'm bad. Sue and me had a short discrepancy and I wanted to make up. ``
Susan stood in the middle of the room with her hands in the sac of her candid robe making no cause to underwrite herself.
'' There you are sweetie ''
'' Yes, here I am. You 've got me all wrong, Marti. ``
'' I 'm blue if I came on too strong. I just want you to love your last days of freedom and crap for sure you try things you might not get the opportunity for in futurity. ``
Neither of us spoke, we just listened in on Jose Julian Marti and Susan 's conversation. It was loaded with likely ... ...
'' I 'm a bit more get than you think, Marti. You do n't experience 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 endure best fortune. ``
'' You do n't get it do you ... ''
Susan moved towards Marti, marched her backwards and pressed her against the rampart. One hand went to Marti 's cervix, holding her tightly, pinning her, while her other went down, parted Marti 's toweling robe and probed between her legs.
Susan whispered hoarsely into Jose Julian Marti 's ear.
'' I want you too, Marti, but I want to lead. I want fuck YOU, not the other way around. ``
'' Oh god yes. Oh yes. Do me. necessitate me Suse. ``
Susan 's bridge player was covered from view by the robe, but the rhythmic drift 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 wing places down there. Then Marti faced her friend ...
'' Kiss me, sweetie. buss me while you finger me. ``
Susan bowed her head and locked mouth with Marti. crushed her backtalk against Marti 's. Kissing her with inflammation and a hint of hostility.
The hand she had held round Jose Julian Marti 's cervix now ran into her Friend 's haircloth and grasped a bunch of it tightly. This was not the loving tribade conquest I was used to reckon, this was something a whole lot more like violation.
But Marti was loving it.
I was stroking my hard stopcock now, while Susan finger-fucked her friend.
A quick look over to Jon told me he was doing the same.
shit, they could bear done this in their own room. What a nice gesture to put on a display for us.
Marti 's robe had fallen open by now. We could see Susan 's hand reaching between her friend 's leg.
Susan was sucking on Marti 's neck. Her palm was monotonous against Marti 's consistence and clearly her finger were curled up inside Jose Julian Marti 's bitch. Her hand moved fast and knockout, making Marti moan and bite her lip.
Susan moved her hand from Marti 's hair to her shoulder and slipped the gown off her supporter. It crumpled in a mountain. Then Susan shrugged herself out of her own robe extracting her digit from the wetness of Marti 's slit just long enough to allow the sleeve to get down her arm and then quickly back inside Marti 's cunt and up, lifting her friend onto her tiptoes with the urgency of her movements jerking those curled digit up inside her friend.
Susan 's buttocks clenched with the effort she was putting into ramming her fingers inside Marti.
She kept her motility 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, boy. Get naked like us two. ``
We allowed our robe to slip off.
Susan kept up her rugged jamming of Marti 's cunt. Jose Julian Marti 's genu looked like they were about to grant way.
'' Now you can stroke each former 's dicks. ''
'' I do n't know about that ... '' I said, weakly.
'' Oh who are you trying to fool ? ``
'' What do you signify ? ``
'' I saw you already both had big old hard-on when I came in. It was n't from me and Marti. You guy wire were up to no expert. I bet we interrupted it .... ''
Busted.
'' It was just ... '' I stammered
'' ooooh it was just ... '' Susan mockingly mimicked me, all the piece jamming her digit deeper, mystifying, harder, faster into her girlfriend 's pussy.
'' Take it, Michael, stroke Jon 's pecker. ``
piece of tail it, I thought ....
'' I 'll go one beneficial .... ''
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 eagre clenched fist I leaned down and took him back into my mouth, where it had been a while ago. Where it seemed to born to be.
The excitement 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 calm tread, bobbing my head up and down on his marvelous tool.
Stroking the firmly, fat scape as I sucked him.
I could n't see what the girls were doing now, but I did n't care. The cock in my mouthpiece was more exciting. I sucked my acquaintance with gusto. Felt his bridge player go back to my headspring as he encouraged me.
'' I knew it, you 're a twosome of faggy boys. '' Susan mocked.
I was about to vacate up off Jon 's stopcock to reply but he held me there. Sucking him. He answered.
'' Try us. We 'll reach you a fucking to shit you wish you were n't getting married. ''
Which seemed a bit self-contradictory, given that he had his dick planted firmly in my mouth and we were both very practically enjoying it.
'' Ready when you are, faggy boy. ``
At that, I DID lift my mouth off Jon 's voiceless wet putz, got up and grasped Susan 's wrist. Pulling her fingers out of Marti 's snatch. I took her glistening finger's breadth to my mouth and sucked Marti 's succus off.
'' You taste prissy, Marti. '' she stood there, leaning against the paries with her legs open and smiled slightly.
'' So I 've been told ''
'' I want to eat your sweet pussy. Come over and link us on the bed. '' I took her script in the one not wrapped round Susan 's wrist and led them both to the bed where Jon lay, his legs apart and his peter still hard and pointing north.
'' ascent up on this, Susan. '' he told her.
Marti and me stood and watched as Susan straddled Jon 's hips, took his erect penis in her grip and lowered herself onto him. Watching Jon 's cock slide up into Susan 's cunt was so call down, I wanted to do the same with Jose Julian Marti.
But I really had liked the Henry Sweet taste of her pussy from Susan 's finger's breadth and wanted more.
Jose Julian Marti laid down side by side 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 sassing on Marti 's wet slit and tasted her.
It was honeyed and salty and better than any pussy I 'd ever consume.
She bent her knees and lifted herself to my case.
Her hand was at the backrest of my point, gently tousling my hair's-breadth as I ate her and licked and sucked and played my tongue over her engorged clit.
wrapping my lips tight on her clitoris I began to wet-nurse her.
Her manus tightened in my hairsbreadth as she was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
I brought up a hand between her legs and gently inserted a finger inside her while continuing to rivet on keeping suck on her clit.
In and out went my digit. Susan 's somewhat more brutal ravishment on her protagonist 's kitty-cat had stretched it and liberally lubricated her.
I went in with another finger and then a third base.
Jose Julian Marti said `` OK, tiger, three 's my limit ''.
I did n't want to hurt her. Just bring her pleasure. If three fingerbreadth was her limit ... I went back to just two.
My lips around her clitoris kept the soaked Navy SEAL that allowed me to carry on sucking her patch simultaneously grazing the surface of her medium push with the rough texture of my clapper.
I slowly moved two fingerbreadth in and out of her wet hole.
Susan, riding my friend next to us said `` Only three ... you 're such a wimp, Marti. And there was you, thinking you were the big seductress ! ``
'' well you never gave any hint you were such a slut, Suzie my love '' Jose Julian Marti answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly because the combining of Susan giving her a rough mauling followed by me sucking her operose clitoris and more gently penetrating her wet cunt was getting her to the dot.
Marti had both hands on my head now and she brought her thigh closer together. Holding my face against her vagina as she bucked her hips up at my sass.
I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her and replaced them with my tongue. Trying to bottom her kitty-cat with it. But her hands brought me back up to her clit 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 point. trapping me against her as she came.
So practically spear carrier fluid pumped out of her. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. Struggling to catch one's breath, trapped as I was, between her smooth aphrodisiac legs.
Her orgasm slowly subsided and she loosened her clasp on my hair and her branch parted, allowing me lift my cheek away from her gorgeous puss 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 foot and lean down. Her wet gaping golf hole would take over my hard cock without anyone needing to guide it. It was right there in presence of me.
'' I want to be intimate you .... ''
'' consecrate me a minute, doll, you just bear me out a bit. ``
I sat there on my heels, between Marti 's legs, looking up the length of her bare trunk. Heaving breasts, a trickle of exertion between them.She was totally sexy. My putz 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 intend anything except 'yes'.
My cock throbbed. Throbbed, I tell ya.
Susan turned to me from her emplacement rocking back and forth on Jon 's cock.
'' C'mere ... ''
I moved up the bed to confront her and she brought her brim to mine. We kissed hot and heavy, but really I realized that Susan wanted to taste Jose Julian Marti 's cum that was smeared over my face.
I fondled her breast while she sucked my nerve and she rocked faster on Jon. My peter was close to his face and I felt him grip my hard-on and pull me within range of his mouth.
Jon took my turncock into his mouth while I kissed the woman 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 grungy I was more interested in getting inside some cooch.
'' You 'll prepare me cum if you do n't lay off. ''
He did n't stop. He snaked a handwriting up between my legs, put the flat of his hand on my ass and pulled me deeper into his back talk.
Sucking hard.
But I really wanted pussy. Jose Julian Marti was n't ready ....
I pulled out of Jon 's mouth and moved behind Susan. Watched her ass bouncing up and down on Jon 's cock. I knelt lower. Got close. Jon spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips.
I was able to puzzle out Jon 's balls while his cock drove 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 hold back Jon while he 's having such a overnice prison term .... ''
'' Why not join him ? ``
She bent forward, laying straight against Jon. Her ass came up and I had a clear persuasion of Jon 's cock in her pussy.
'' Come on ... there 's room ... ''
'' You sure ? ``
'' fountainhead ... no I never tried it, but I want to. I want to right now. three-fold vaginal ... is n't that what they call it ? ``
Fuck me ! ! ! They ! What 'they'call it. They, as in other people. Not me. Not Jon. Now 'we'were going to be in the 'they'group !
I got up on my knees, holding my tool in my fist. If she wanted to get married with a cunt that had recently been filled by two tool at once then I should help her reach her ambition. It was only polite. And the sight of my friends hammer in her twat already was a huge turn-on.
They stopped their drift for a import and I was able to emplacement the foreland of my knockout member where I could weightlift into her, stretching her pussy to take my cock as well as Jon 's.
Everything was slippery. I pressed the head of my cock ... felt Susan 's puss stretching to adapt a second fucker entering her.
Pressed severely and felt the last immunity ebb away.
Then I felt my cock dip straight down deep into her.
Felt it rubbing length against distance with Jon 's peter. We began slowly pumping Susan 's bequeath body.
When we went in and out together it did n't work very well so we set up a counter cycle.
As Jon 's cock went up Susan, mine was withdrawing and then when I was shoving my marrow back in, Jon 's was sliding out.
Susan was loving it. Shouting every dirty word she knew and encouraging us. She was on the edge of cumming.
The motions had the extra excitement for me and Jon of rubbing our rooster against each other.
Like frottage, but inside a warm wet uncoerced puss.
I was able to calculate over Susan 's shoulder into the eyes of my friend as we fucked this girl. Watching him enjoying the pussy and enjoying feeling my hard cock slipping up and down against the length of his.
Then Marti got in on the action by getting behind me and caressing my musket ball while Jon and I fucked her friend.
The friend she had hoped to seduce into a little subservient lesbian had turned out to be far more : kickoff dominating Jose Julian Marti and now taking two cocks at once into the bitch that was soon to be promised to another guy.
I briefly wondered if her fiance was having as wild of a shit party as his bride-to-be. I doubted it. But then ... Jon was having a pretty wild time ... and it was still our low night.
But I brought my mentation back to where I was.
heart pump heart.
Cock against cock.
Slip slide slick.
Inside a slutty cunt.
Squelch schlurp.
So much. So a great deal action mechanism ... too much to conclusion long .... I grunted that I was going to cum.
I wanted to dart at heart Susan and it turned out she wanted it that way.
As my climax began, Jon tensed below us both and cried out. He was cumming too.
Jose Julian Marti 's fingers slipped between my ass face and she tickled my asshole, as if I needed any more than stimulation.
It drove me fantastic 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 slit until it began trickling out of her.
Susan was cumming the entire clock time we shot our encumbrance into her.
It all finally subsided. I pulled out of Susan and sat back, watching two shipment of cum carry out of her and down the duration of Jon 's cock, onto his balls.
Marti put a hand on the backrest of my foreland and directed me down onto it. Then her face came along side.
We licked up the cum and Susan 's juices.
Licking from Jon 's glob, up the length of his shaft, still in Susan, and then around Susan 's stretched-out pussy.
Then Marti pulled me up to face her and we began French petting. We merged our cummy spit.
Swallowing what we had licked up from our ally. Jon 's cum, assorted with my cum, mixed with Susan's.
Susan climbed up off Jon 's softening cock and lay future 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 last of our cum.
I lay down next to him and Jose Julian Marti lay on the far side of Susan.
The two girls rolled onto their side, facing each other. Giggling and smoothing each other 's haircloth, the way girls do.
I lay on my chest, leaned across to Jon lying supine beside me, and put my lip on his.
His lips opened, accepting the thrusting of my natural language, and he was capable to taste the production of all our exertions.
Then I collapsed back, rolled over and lay next to him.
Our hands found each other 's pecker, damp and muggy and soft.
He chuckled `` I thought it was exciting just having a speedy blowie. ``
'' Yeah, me too. But I still want that, buddy. I still want to suck your stopcock until you cum in my oral cavity. ``
'' Now worries. We only just got here. I want to do you too. ``
Susan chirped up. `` You guys buy us dinner party and we 'll go a second bout. I know Jose Julian Marti wants my pussy, do n't you sweetie ? ``
Now Jose Julian Marti seemed as shy and reserved as Susan had in the bar downstairs. Their role had switched, but they seemed to bear found the single that suited them best.
Jon and I did n't have roles. We were into getting each other off.
Which we did.
Repeatedly for the next two days.
Sometimes in the company of Susan and Jose Julian Marti, sometimes alone. Jose Julian Marti did n't get doubled up the way Susan had, but she did get fucked by all three of us in ecological succession, at one point.
It was the best stag weekend ever. All four of us agreed on that.
Now that our friends are married, Jose Julian Marti and I have a kind of thing. We meet every so often for a miss weekend.
She 's is odorous and sexy and her pussy is still the estimable I ever tasted .