Jon and I were best friends all through our youth. Inseparable.
But prison term change. After university we made new lives in dissimilar cities. We both had long-term girlfriends and busy docket so did n't babble a great deal or even email.
We 'd still see each other at holiday 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 minutes 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 stag do : Weekend in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, child !
Great, that would be a gust. I wanted to know who to take in, but Jon did n't have any names.
'' the true is Pete, I do n't really have supporter here. to the highest degree of my piece of work workfellow are hard-right cracker racist yahoos. ``
'' fountainhead, 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 guy wire from back home ? ``
'' Naaah I did n't observe in tactile sensation. There were some friends in college. I 'll send you a lean. ``
I mailed the guys on Jon 's list but everyone was busy or broke and could n't draw a tripper to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
'' Just us two, then. Like the good old days. We 'll have a great time. ``
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the unscathed trip if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A senior high school 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 tell him what room we were in.
His flying was delayed a couple of minute 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 little buzz on.
A duet of girls, Marti and Susan, were at the mesa next to me and we got to talking.
They were on a rat weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their protagonist had flaked on them.
They 'd just fare back from some Chippendale 's type of station and they were n't into it.
'' You do n't like big, ripped naked guy rope ? ``
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 splice. Susan was odd but shy.
My phone rang. Jon was in the antechamber. I told him where we were and ordered him a deglutition. Got another for me and the two young woman while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a salutation. Very pleased to see each other.
I 'd state 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.
Jose Julian Marti still said it was squeamish to see guys not ashamed to bear witness warmness for each other.
'' Like us two .... '' she said, and gave Susan a big hug. Susan went along with it - quite stiffly, I thought. When Jose Julian Marti gave her a peck on the nerve 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 while, and finished the beverage. Jon wanted to get up to his way and clean up after his reach out flight.
Marti said `` we might as well leave alone, too '' took Susan 's hired hand in hers and dragged her out of her hindquarters. `` Come on Susan ! '' she said, brightly.
Susan sheepishly rose. Letting herself be led to the elevator banking concern.
Jon and I followed.
'' I think Marti 's going to try it on with her, do n't you ? '' he whispered. `` Give her a piddling 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 steady, they 're sang-froid though. Right guys ? ``
'' Go for it. '' `` Totally '' we said, simultaneously.
The lift came. I pressed for our base. Jose Julian Marti was on the Saame one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the doors closed Jose Julian Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered `` I 'm going to make you feel serious, little young lady. ``
Her hands went up to Susan 's cheek, holding her there and she kissed her friend 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 appearance of heart ? ``
I was just a lilliputian buzzed. Jon was too. We looked at each other for a second, Jon gave me a 'why not ?'variety of look.
I leaned in ... our back talk met ... I was kissing my comfortably friend.
Just for a gag, but even so ... I was about to give off when Jon 's hand went to the back of my neck opening 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.
'' 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 up storey 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 fucking was that ? ``
'' What ? ``
'' In the elevator. ``
'' Just a 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 intimately friend in the world. What 's the injury. ``
'' None I guess ... did you do stuff like that at college ? ``
'' piece of tail no. Never. ``
'' Nor me. ``
'' But. Well. I 've thought about it sometimes. ``
'' I bet everybody thinks about it. ``
We just smiled. It was coolheaded.
Jon started unpacking his typeface and then said he 'd cause a spry turnaround in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I had n't really planned any events, we were just going to playact 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 come to intimacy was dating the Saame young lady.
That girl had thought she was playing us, but really we 'd been aware of her deal the whole time. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some intellect.
Jon tried to verbalize her into a three-way with us but she said that was insufferable conduct and dumped us both. Go name a woman 's mind.
So we 'd never all been together at the same clock time but once I 'd fucked her one night and Jon had fucked her the following day. We 'd always joke that since it was within 24 hours it counted as a three-way.
But now I was n't thinking about sharing a woman, I was thinking about that buss.
I 'd liked it, I think.
Thinking about feeling him holding me against him ... ..
Had I liked it ? It happened so fast. I did n't hate it. I had n't pushed him away ...
And remembering the opinion I had about men. My rarity. And he 'd said he 'd had interchangeable thoughts ....
I do n't know ... liquor, Vegas, hotel room, privacy, trust .... it all combined in me, then ...
I stripped off my wearing apparel and tossed them on the chair and walked into the toilet.
He could n't hear 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 shower door 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 vertebral column for me ? '' he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said `` Sure.. '' like this was perfectly pattern and started getting a nice suds on my helping hand before rubbing goop up and down his back.
The soap made everything smooth and slippery and I enjoyed feeling his skin under my hands and his taut muscle under that skin.
He bent over slightly and I moved my mitt lower. Moving my soapy palms all over his pissed 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 hard-on. It bumped against his bottom. I moved away. But he backed up against me. I pulled him tight, my pecker rubbing the top of his ass. Nestling in the cleft of his bum.
My hands went round his trunk and I soaped his quiet pecs and abs.
My eubstance was tight against his soapy back. Slippery, frictionless, rubbing .... my hands explored his nipples ... lower .... then I felt his hand on mine moving my attentions downwards ... I felt his pubic tomentum under my finger's breadth bakshis.
He moved my hand lower. Murmured ...
'' Do it ... you want to ... I want you to ... ''
I reached down and could feel his erect penis. I took it into my hand. The lather and warm water made it slowly for me to stroke his dick.
I began humping myself against his trunk in sentence with my slash on his hard stiff cock. It felt great.
Then Jon turned around.
We stood facing each other under the atomiser, soaking wet, the liquid ecstasy rinsing off our glistening torso. My hard putz 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 fourth dimension. My paw went to the scruff of his neck. We embraced and kissed deeply.
His bridge player on my bare ass, my handwriting on his ... our pegleg slightly apart so that our thigh could be between. Locked in a blotto embrace under the ardent shower.
It was intense and I did n't desire it to barricade. But we had to get out of the shower eventually ....
Our mouths parted and we looked at each early ... ..
Now both my hands were on his bum ... My hard penis measuring its distance against his ....
'' Now what ? ``
'' I do n't bonk .... ''
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 hard-on 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 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 imply 'me too'it was Nice .... 'me too'... I want to deport on ... what ? Well, the erstwhile implied the latter and from the latter you could infer the former. All goodness.
I told him so there was no confusion ...
'' I want to transport on. I want to go to bed with you. ``
He smiled at me. The elbow room came with two towel robe ; long and voiced and plush. I pulled one on and Jon did the same. So we were enveloped in a sensuous consolation, both naked beneath.
The recent memory of our shower and the anticipation of what was to follow hold me at a heightened level of stimulation.
My erection was hard and fat and throbbing.
The pass of my penis was rubbing against the towelling gown.
I felt like the mere soupcon of the textile might piss me cum by then, so I allowed my peter to poke out where the robe came together.
Jon did n't bother to do his gown up. It hung open and I stared without shame at his mulct, fit body and his hard prick.
He reached for the belt tie on my robe and undid it so that I was similarly exposed to his view.
I wanted to flick him off but could n't let him match me. If he touched me too soon I would cum, so instead I dropped to my knees in front line of him and took his cock in my fist, opening my oral fissure ... about to take him into my mouth ....
And there was a knock at the door.
Oh for fucks sake. I kept his pecker in my script, an inch from my capable mouth.
Jon asked `` Did you parliamentary law room inspection and repair ? ``
'' No. And I know you did n't ''
'' piece of tail '' 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 holding his erect phallus. I know he wanted me to suck it.
'' Um ... what to do need ? ``
'' Can I come in ? Please ? ``
He whispered to me ... `` what do you think ? ``
I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouthpiece. Looking up at him. Sucking his cock.
Jon called out `` Can you come back later ? ``
'' No it 's now or never. ``
The sensation of having a man 's member in my mouth for the for the first time time was wondrous. Everything I 'd imagined. The steadiness the grain. The brain natural 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 cock in my rima oris.
His hand had gone to the back of my head and he was gently moving his hip joint in time with my suck.
His cock was going in and out of my mouth, wet and slippery ... but I could see from his typeface 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 eyehole.
Susan was there in a robe like the ones we were wearing.
She must have seen the light change through the eye-hole and knew someone was looking out.
She quickly untied the knock of her robe and held it open. She was naked.
'' One sec .... ''
I motioned for Jon to do up his robe and quickly tied mine.
I opened the doorway spacious and welcomed her indoors our way. She walked in briskly.
Her robe flapped open, showing us the goods.
Jon gave her a surprised and welcoming `` well, hello ... ''.
As I began to fold the door the one opposite word burst undetermined and Jose Julian Marti, also dressed in a robe charged through. She brushed past me and into our room.
'' well excuse me ... ''
Jose Julian Marti composed herself ... `` Oh, I 'm sorry. Sue and me had a little disagreement and I wanted to make up. ``
Susan stood in the middle of the room with her hands in the pockets of her open robe making no movement to cut through 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 savor your last years of freedom and make certain you try affair you might not get the chance for in future. ``
Neither of us spoke, we just listened in on Marti and Susan 's conversation. It was loaded with potential ... ...
'' I 'm a bit more experienced than you think, 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 final best chance. ``
'' 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 Marti 's neck, holding her tightly, pinning her, while her former 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 guide. I want fuck YOU, not the other way around. ``
'' Oh god yes. Oh yes. Do me. exact me Suse. ``
Susan 's script was covered from view by the gown, but the rhythmic movements of her arm made it obvious that she was rubbing Marti 's bare pussycat. When Marti caught her breath and turned her oral sex this way and that, it was clear that Susan was finding the right places down there. Then Jose Julian Marti faced her friend ...
'' osculation me, sweetie. Kiss me while you finger me. ``
Susan bowed her mind and locked brim with Marti. crushed her lips against Marti 's. Kissing her with fervour and a confidential information of aggression.
The hand she had held round Marti 's neck now ran into her friend 's hair and grasped a bunch of it tightly. This was not the loving lesbian seduction I was used to imagining, this was something a totally lot more like violation.
But Marti was loving it.
I was stroking my hard turncock now, while Susan finger-fucked her friend.
A nimble look over to Jon told me he was doing the same.
Damn, they could experience done this in their own room. What a nice gesture to put on a show for us.
Marti 's robe had fallen afford by now. We could see Susan 's mitt reaching between her friend 's leg.
Susan was sucking on Marti 's neck opening. Her palm was flat against Marti 's soundbox and clearly her finger were curled up inside Marti 's slit. Her hand moved fast and hard, making Jose Julian Marti moan and bite her lip.
Susan moved her hand from Jose Julian Marti 's fuzz to her shoulder and slipped the robe off her friend. It crumpled in a heap. Then Susan shrugged herself out of her own gown extracting her finger's breadth from the wetness of Marti 's pussy just long enough to let the sleeve to come down her arm and then quickly back inside Marti 's twat and up, lifting her acquaintance onto her tiptoes with the urgency of her movements jerking those curled fingers up inside her friend.
Susan 's buttocks clenched with the movement she was putting into ramming her finger's breadth inside Marti.
She kept her movements 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 naked like us two. ``
We allowed our robes to slip off.
Susan kept up her furrowed jam of 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 recognise about that ... '' I said, weakly.
'' Oh who are you trying to fool ? ``
'' What do you mean ? ``
'' I saw you already both had big old erection when I came in. It was n't from me and Marti. You guys were up to no skilful. 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, difficult, faster into her girl 's pussy.
'' Take it, Michael, stroke Jon 's cock. ``
Fuck it, I thought ....
'' I 'll go one better .... ''
I pushed Jon backwards onto one of the the king bed in the way and crawled up between his opened legs.
Taking his hammer into my eager fist I leaned down and took him back into my oral fissure, where it had been a spell ago. Where it seemed to natural to be.
The excitement of watching Susan giving such a going over to her ally 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 headland up and down on his wonderful cock.
Stroking the punishing, fat shaft of light as I sucked him.
I could n't see what the girlfriend were doing now, but I did n't worry. The stopcock in my mouth was more exciting. I sucked my Quaker with gusto. Felt his hand go back to my foreland as he encouraged me.
'' I knew it, you 're a pair of faggy boys. '' 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 give you a fucking to make you wish 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 a lot enjoying it.
'' Ready when you are, faggy boys. ``
At that, I DID filch my lips off Jon 's hard wet prick, got up and grasped Susan 's radiocarpal joint. Pulling her fingers out of Marti 's snatch. I took her glistening fingers to my mouth and sucked Jose Julian Marti 's juice off.
'' You taste nice, Marti. '' she stood there, leaning against the paries with her legs open up and smiled slightly.
'' So I 've been told ''
'' I want to eat your sweet pussy. ejaculate over and join us on the bed. '' I took her handwriting in the one not wrapped polish up Susan 's carpus and led them both to the bed where Jon lay, his legs apart and his cock still gruelling and pointing north.
'' mount 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 bobby pin and lowered herself onto him. Watching Jon 's cock microscope slide up into Susan 's cunt was so arousing, I wanted to do the Lapplander with Jose Julian Marti.
But I really had liked the sweet gustatory perception of her pussy from Susan 's fingers and wanted more.
Jose Julian 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 lip on Marti 's wet slit and tasted her.
It was mellisonant and salty and better than any pussycat I 'd ever use up.
She bent her genu and lifted herself to my face.
Her hired man was at the back of my head, gently tousling my hair as I ate her and bat and fellate and played my knife over her engorged clit.
Wrapping my lips tight on her clitoris I began to take up her.
Her mitt tightened in my whisker as she was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
I brought up a helping hand between her legs and gently inserted a finger inside her while continuing to concentrate on keeping suction on her clit.
In and out went my finger. Susan 's somewhat more brutal violation on her acquaintance 's pussy had stretched it and liberally lubricated her.
I went in with another finger and then a thirdly.
Marti said `` OK, tiger, three 's my boundary ''.
I did n't desire to pain her. Just land her pleasure. If three fingers was her bound ... I went back to just two.
My lips around her clit kept the tight seal that allowed me to carry on sucking her spell simultaneously grazing the surface of her tender push 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 acquaintance 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 clue you were such a hussy, Suzie my passion '' Marti answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly because the compounding of Susan giving her a rough mauling followed by me sucking her operose clit and more gently penetrating her wet cunt was getting her to the pointedness.
Marti had both work force on my fountainhead now and she brought her thigh closer together. Holding my look 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 penetrate her pussy with it. But her hands brought me back up to her clitoris 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 head. trapping me against her as she came.
So much supererogatory 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 filch my face away from her gorgeous purulence and then to sit up on my haunches.
I wanted to get my cock into her pussy right then. All I had to do was shuffle forward a foot and angle down. Her wet yaw mess would accept my intemperately cock without anyone needing to guide on it. It was right there in movement of me.
'' I want to bed you .... ''
'' break me a minute, doll, you just wore me out a bit. ``
I sat there on my heel, between Marti 's legs, looking up the distance of her naked body. Heaving breasts, a trickle of sweat between them.She was totally aphrodisiac. My tool throbbed, telling me how desperately it wanted to be buried in Marti 's cunt.
But 'no'means 'no', and 'not yet'mean .... well it might stand for anything except 'yes'.
My dick throbbed. Throbbed, I tell ya.
Susan turned to me from her berth rocking back and Forth on Jon 's cock.
'' C'mere ... ''
I moved up the bed to front her and she brought her sass to mine. We kissed hot and heavy, but really I realized that Susan wanted to try out 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 close to his face and I felt him grip my erection and pull me within range of his mouth.
Jon took my cock into his mouth while I kissed the woman he was fucking.
It was a barbaric scene and I felt like I might cum quickly, but I did n't want to.
With these girls here being so lewd I was more interest in getting inside some cooch.
'' You 'll nominate me cum if you do n't break off. ''
He did n't blockade. He snaked a hand up between my peg, put the flat tire of his handwriting on my ass and pulled me deeper into his mouth.
sucking hard.
But I really wanted puss. 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 hammer. I knelt lour. Got close. Jon spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips.
I was able to lick Jon 's balls while his rooster drove in and in and into Susan 's cunt.
She felt me behind her.
'' You want some of this cunt, Michael ? ``
'' I do n't desire to hold on Jon while he 's having such a gracious clip .... ''
'' Why not join him ? ``
She bent forward, laying flatcar against Jon. Her ass came up and I had a make 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. look-alike vaginal ... is n't that what they call it ? ``
shtup me ! ! ! They ! What 'they'yell it. They, as in other multitude. Not me. Not Jon. Now 'we'were going to be in the 'they'radical !
I got up on my knees, holding my cock in my fist. If she wanted to get married with a cunt that had recently been filled by two cocks at once then I should help her achieve her ambition. It was only polite. And the vision of my Friend cock in her bitch already was a huge turn-on.
They stopped their movements for a import and I was capable to stead the head teacher of my hard penis where I could weightlift into her, stretching her twat to study my cock as well as Jon 's.
Everything was slippery. I pressed the head of my cock ... felt Susan 's cunt stretching to reconcile a second fucker entering her.
Pressed harder and felt the last resistance ebb away.
Then I felt my peter dip straight down deep into her.
Felt it rubbing length against duration with Jon 's cock. We began slowly pumping Susan 's willing trunk.
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 nitty-gritty 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 apparent motion had the extra fervor for me and Jon of rubbing our peter against each other.
Like frottage, but inside a tender wet willing snatch.
I was able-bodied to face over Susan 's articulatio humeri into the eyes of my admirer as we fucked this girl. Watching him enjoying the pussy and enjoying feeling my hard pecker slipping up and down against the length of his.
Then Marti got in on the action by getting behind me and caressing my balls while Jon and I fucked her friend.
The Quaker she had hoped to score into a lilliputian subservient lesbian had turned out to be far more : outset dominating Marti and now taking two dick at once into the cunt that was soon to be promised to another guy.
I briefly wondered if her groom-to-be was having as wild of a stag company as his bride-to-be. I doubted it. But then ... Jon was having a pretty wild sentence ... and it was still our first night.
But I brought my thoughts back to where I was.
Pump pump ticker.
peter against cock.
Slip microscope slide case.
Inside a slutty twat.
put-down schlurp.
So much. So much action ... too a good deal to last long .... I grunted that I was going to cum.
I wanted to blast 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 finger's breadth slipped between my ass buttock and she tickled my asshole, as if I needed any to a greater extent stimulus.
It drove me tempestuous and I rammed hard into her acquaintance 's kitty.
Jon 's was rammed hard as well and our cum guessing out and filled her up.
Both grinding trench in Susan 's twat until it began trickling out of her.
Susan was cumming the entire sentence we shot our heaps into her.
It all finally subsided. I pulled out of Susan and sat back, watching two burden of cum drool out of her and down the length of Jon 's putz, onto his balls.
Jose Julian Marti put a helping hand on the book binding of my read/write head and directed me down onto it. Then her fount came along side.
We licked up the cum and Susan 's juices.
Licking from Jon 's balls, up the length of his shaft, still in Susan, and then around Susan 's stretched-out kitty-cat.
Then Marti pulled me up to face her and we began French necking. We merged our cummy tongues.
Swallowing what we had licked up from our friends. Jon 's cum, mixed with my cum, conflate with Susan's.
Susan climbed up off Jon 's softening cock and lay next to him. There was way 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 Marti lay on the far English of Susan.
The two young woman rolled onto their position, facing each other. Giggling and smoothing each other 's whisker, the way girls do.
I lay on my chest, 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 signal of all our exertions.
Then I collapsed back, rolled over and lay adjacent to him.
Our hands found each former 's dick, moistness and sticky and soft.
He chuckled `` I thought it was exciting just having a immediate blowie. ``
'' Yeah, me too. But I still want that, buddy. I still want to suck your cock until you cum in my oral fissure. ``
'' 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 round. I know Marti wants my puss, 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 make found the ones 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 caller 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 decimal point.
It was the best hart weekend ever. All four of us agreed on that.
Now that our friend are married, Jose Julian Marti and I have a sort of thing. We meet every so often for a doomed weekend.
She 's is sweet and sexy and her pussy is still the unspoiled I ever tasted .