Jon and I were best protagonist all through our juvenility. Inseparable.
But time change. After university we made new lives in dissimilar cities. We both had long-term girl and interfering docket so did n't talk very much or even email.
We 'd still see each other at vacation though, when we visited our kinsfolk in the old home town.
When we got together it was like we were picking up from a conversation five minutes ago.
He called one day a few months ago to order me he was getting get 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 Vega, Baby !
Great, that would be a blast. I wanted to know who to invite, but Jon did n't sustain any gens.
'' Truth is Pete, I do n't really accept admirer here. well-nigh of my workplace colleagues are hard-right redneck racist Yahoo. ``
'' well, TX. ``
'' I know. I 'm already looking to get out of here. Maybe out your way. ``
'' wellspring, I 'd be glad of that, if it ever happens. So what about some Guy from back dwelling house ? ``
'' Naaah I did n't keep in touch. There were some Friend in college. I 'll send you a inclination. ``
I mailed the hombre on Jon 's list but everyone was busy or broke and could n't make a stumble to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
'' Just us two, then. Like the ripe old 24-hour interval. We 'll have a great time. ``
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the wholly stumble if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A heights room overlooking their ridiculously overpriced golf game row.
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 escape was delayed a dyad of hours 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 bombination on.
A couple of daughter, Marti and Susan, were at the board next to me and we got to talking.
They were on a shop weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their acquaintance had flaked on them.
They 'd just come back from some Thomas Chippendale 's type of station and they were n't into it.
'' You do n't wish big, ripped naked guys ? ``
Jose Julian Marti said `` Not always ... `` she winked and Susan blushed.
I thought I could see the dynamical. Marti was working on seducing the bride-to-be before she got conjoin. Susan was curious but shy.
My phone rang. Jon was in the pressure group. I told him where we were and ordered him a drink. Got another for me and the two miss while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a greeting. Very please to see each early.
I 'd recite the girls why we were there and how Jon and I were best ally since forever so it was no surprise we would n't just shake hands.
Jose Julian Marti still said it was prissy to see guys not ashamed to show tenderness 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 lot on the buttock 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 drinking. Jon wanted to get up to his room and clean up after his extended flight.
Jose Julian Marti said `` we might as well leave, too '' took Susan 's hand in hers and dragged her out of her seat. `` seed on Susan ! '' she said, brightly.
Susan sheepishly rose. Letting herself be led to the lift depository financial institution.
Jon and I followed.
'' I think Marti 's going to try it on with her, do n't you ? '' he whispered. `` Give her a small of that sapphic pleasuring ... ''
Maybe a little too loudly. Marti turned to him and winked. `` Pleasuring .... that 's what friend are for. ''
Wow. Susan was clearly embarrassed. `` Martiiiiii .... shhh. ``
'' Sorry sweetie, they 're cool though. right guy ? ``
'' Go for it. '' `` Totally '' we said, simultaneously.
The lift came. I pressed for our level. Jose Julian Marti was on the Saame one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the room access closed Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered `` I 'm going to take a leak you feel good, petty girl. ``
Her hands went up to Susan 's nerve, holding her there and she kissed her supporter 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 petty show of affection ? ``
I was just a small buzz. Jon was too. We looked at each early for a 2nd, Jon gave me a 'why not ?'form of look.
I leaned in ... our rim met ... I was kissing my unspoilt friend.
Just for a gag, but even so ... I was about to wear off when Jon 's manus went to the spinal column of my neck and he held me there.
Then his early hand was on my ass ... pulling me squiffy against him. He rubbed himself against me for a second base 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 paw found Marti 's.
I thought we 'd helped Marti in her seduction.
The elevator arrived at our luxuriously trading 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 elevator. ``
'' Just a kiss, like they 'd let us see them. It was only middling. ``
'' But it was n't just a nimble, sight, chum ! ``
'' So. You 're my best ally in the world. What 's the harm. ``
'' None I guess ... did you do block like that at college ? ``
'' fucking 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 case and then said he 'd have a quick reversion in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I had n't really planned any events, we were just going to work it by ear.
As I sat listening to Jon showering, I started thinking about that kiss in the lift. We 'd never done anything like that growing up.
The closest we 'd ever come to intimacy was dating the same fille.
That young woman had thought she was playing us, but really we 'd been cognizant of her deal the whole metre. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some intellect.
Jon tried to talk her into a three-way with us but she said that was impossible behavior and dumped us both. Go figure a woman 's mind.
So we 'd never all been together at the same time but once I 'd fucked her one Nox and Jon had fucked her the come 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 fair sex, 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 thoughts I had about men. My curiosity. And he 'd said he 'd had interchangeable mentation ....
I do n't do it ... booze, Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, 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 bathroom.
He could n't hear me with the urine running.
I hesitated for a mo ... what was I thinking ? ... but even if this was a wrong 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.
'' howdy chum .... do you want to get my cover for me ? '' he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said `` Sure.. '' like this was perfectly normal and started getting a nice suds on my hands before rubbing soap up and down his rear.
The goop 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 bridge player lower. Moving my soapy palms all over his close ass. Feeling him clinch his buttocks as I rubbed them.
He stood straight again and I moved closer to him, intending on soaping up his chest of drawers and belly. But as our bodies got closer I realized that I had an hard-on. It bumped against his rump. I moved away. But he backed up against me. I pulled him tight, my prick rubbing the top of his ass. Nestling in the scissure of his bum.
My hands went round his body and I soaped his suave pectoral muscle and abs.
My body was tight against his soapy back. Slippery, frictionless, rubbing .... my hired hand explored his nipples ... lowly .... then I felt his hand on mine moving my attentions downwards ... I felt his pubic hair under my finger's breadth wind.
He moved my hand lower. Murmured ...
'' Do it ... you want to ... I want you to ... ''
I reached down and could feel his tumid phallus. I took it into my hand. The lather and warm water made it easy for me to stroke his cock.
I began humping myself against his eubstance in sentence with my strokes on his knockout corpse cock. 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 hammer was rubbing against his.
He looked at me and holding my face the way Marti had held Susan 's he put his mouth back on mine as he had in the elevator.
My arms went around him this clock time. My bridge player went to the nucha of his cervix. We embraced and kissed deeply.
His handwriting on my bare ass, my bridge player on his ... our legs slightly apart so that our second joint could be between. Locked in a tight embrace under the tender shower.
It was acute and I did n't want it to cease. But we had to get out of the exhibitor eventually ....
Our mouths parted and we looked at each early ... ..
Now both my hands were on his bum ... My heavy penis measuring its duration against his ....
'' Now what ? ``
'' I do n't know .... ''
He turned off the shower and I stepped out onto the tub mat. I grabbed a towel and handed it to Jon, then grabbed one for myself.
We watched each other drying off. We both had monster erections that were n't going away. I was very turned on by how I had been touching his soundbox. By how his manus on my ass had felt. How the weight of his hammer in my hand had felt .... I wanted more.
Jon could n't say minds but it was clear that he knew what I was thinking.
'' Me too. '' he said.
Did he mean 'me too'it was gracious .... 'me too'... I want to impart on ... what ? Well, the former implied the latter and from the latter you could infer the former. All in force.
I told him so there was no discombobulation ...
'' I want to carry on. I want to go to bed with you. ``
He smiled at me. The room came with two towel gown ; long and lenient and plush. I pulled one on and Jon did the Saami. So we were enveloped in a sensuous quilt, both naked beneath.
The Recent epoch memory of our cascade and the anticipation of what was to get along celebrate me at a compound level of arousal.
My erection was gruelling and fat and throbbing.
The head of my penis was rubbing against the toweling robe.
I felt like the simple touch of the textile might piddle me cum by then, so I allowed my cock to poke out where the robe came together.
Jon did n't chafe to do his robe up. It hung spread out and I stared without ignominy at his amercement, fit body and his hard turncock.
He reached for the bang tie on my robe and undid it so that I was similarly exposed to his view.
I wanted to jerk him off but could n't let him come to me. If he touched me too soon I would cum, so instead I dropped to my genu in front line of him and took his dick in my fist, opening my oral cavity ... about to take him into my oral cavity ....
And there was a rap at the door.
Oh for fucks sake. I kept his cock in my hand, an inch from my open mouth.
Jon asked `` Did you order way help ? ``
'' 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 penis. I know he wanted me to give suck it.
'' Um ... what to do need ? ``
'' Can I come in ? Please ? ``
He whispered to me ... `` what do you guess ? ``
I leaned forward and took his cock into my oral cavity. Looking up at him. Sucking his cock.
Jon called out `` Can you come back later ? ``
'' No it 's now or never. ``
The virtuoso of having a man 's penis in my backtalk for the first time was wonderful. Everything I 'd imagined. The firmness the texture. The brain activity, knowing the proscribed 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 mouth.
His handwriting had gone to the back of my head and he was gently moving his rosehip in time with my sucking.
His cock was going in and out of my backtalk, wet and slippery ... but I could see from his facial expression that he was intrigued too.
I took my lips away from his glistening erecting and stood.
Went to the doorway and looked through the peephole.
Susan was there in a gown like the 1 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 open. She was naked.
'' One sec .... ''
I motioned for Jon to do up his robe and quickly tied mine.
I opened the door wide and welcomed her inside our room. She walked in briskly.
Her gown flapped open, showing us the good.
Jon gave her a surprised and welcoming `` well, hi ... ''.
As I began to close the door the one opposite fit open and Jose Julian Marti, also dressed in a robe charged through. She brushed past me and into our room.
'' well excuse me ... ''
Marti composed herself ... `` Oh, I 'm sorry. Sue and me had a little variance and I wanted to pull in up. ``
Susan stood in the middle of the room with her hands in the pockets of her spread out robe making no exploit to brood herself.
'' There you are sweetheart ''
'' Yes, here I am. You 've got me all wrong, Marti. ``
'' I 'm sorry if I came on too strong. I just want you to savor your last 24-hour interval of exemption and puddle trusted you try things you might not get the opportunity for in future. ``
Neither of us spoke, we just listened in on Jose Julian Marti and Susan 's conversation. It was loaded with electric potential ... ...
'' I 'm a bit more feel than you think, Jose Julian Marti. You do n't know what I 've done OR what I want to do. ``
'' I guess not. I 've always wanted to be with you Suse. I thought this was my net best chance. ``
'' You do n't get it do you ... ''
Susan moved towards Marti, marched her backwards and pressed her against the wall. One mitt went to Marti 's neck, holding her tightly, pinning her, while her other 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 pass. I want fuck YOU, not the other way around. ``
'' Oh god yes. Oh yes. Do me. hold me Suse. ``
Susan 's hand was covered from view by the robe, but the rhythmic trend of her arm made it obvious that she was rubbing Marti 's bare twat. When Jose Julian Marti caught her breath and turned her head this way and that, it was sack that Susan was finding the right places down there. Then Marti faced her protagonist ...
'' osculation me, sweetie. buss me while you finger me. ``
Susan bowed her head and locked mouth with Marti. crushed her lips against Marti 's. Kissing her with fervor and a clue of aggression.
The hand she had held round Jose Julian Marti 's neck now ran into her friend 's hair and grasped a clustering of it tightly. This was not the loving lesbian conquest I was used to imagine, this was something a completely lot more like violation.
But Jose Julian Marti was loving it.
I was stroking my intemperately cock now, while Susan finger-fucked her booster.
A quick face over to Jon told me he was doing the same.
tinker's damn, they could have 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 bridge player reaching between her friend 's pegleg.
Susan was sucking on Jose Julian Marti 's neck. Her laurel wreath was flat against Marti 's body and clearly her finger were curled up inside Jose Julian Marti 's puss. Her hand moved fast and backbreaking, making Jose Julian Marti moan and bite her lip.
Susan moved her hand from Jose Julian Marti 's hair to her shoulder and slipped the robe off her friend. It crumpled in a pot. Then Susan shrugged herself out of her own robe extracting her fingers from the wetness of Marti 's pussy just long enough to allow the arm to come down her arm and then quickly back inside Marti 's cunt and up, lifting her friend onto her tiptoes with the importunity of her social movement jerking those curled finger up inside her friend.
Susan 's can clenched with the exploit she was putting into ramming her fingers 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, boy. Get naked like us two. ``
We allowed our gown to err off.
Susan kept up her rugged jamming of Marti 's twat. Marti 's knees looked like they were about to give way.
'' Now you can stroke each other 's dicks. ''
'' I do n't know about that ... '' I said, weakly.
'' Oh who are you trying to fool away ? ``
'' What do you entail ? ``
'' I saw you already both had big old hard-ons when I came in. It was n't from me and Marti. You hombre were up to no full. I bet we interrupted it .... ''
Busted.
'' It was just ... '' I stammered
'' ooooh it was just ... '' Susan mockingly mimicked me, all the spell jamming her fingerbreadth deeper, bass, voiceless, faster into her girlfriend 's pussy.
'' Take it, Michael, stroke Jon 's cock. ``
Fuck it, I thought ....
'' I 'll go one just .... ''
I pushed Jon backwards onto one of the the King bed in the room and crawled up between his opened legs.
Taking his hammer into my eager fist I leaned down and took him back into my mouth, where it had been a piece ago. Where it seemed to born to be.
The hullabaloo of watching Susan giving such a going over to her booster had caused a lot of precum to leak out of Jon 's cock. I sucked it and savored the tasting before swallowing. Then began a calm pace, bobbing my headway up and down on his marvelous cock.
Stroking the hard, fat spear as I sucked him.
I could n't see what the girls were doing now, but I did n't care. The turncock in my mouth was more stimulate. I sucked my friend with gusto. Felt his hand go back to my question as he encouraged me.
'' I knew it, you 're a twosome of faggy boys. '' Susan mocked.
I was about to lift up off Jon 's cock to respond but he held me there. Sucking him. He answered.
'' Try us. We 'll give you a fucking to construct you bid you were n't getting married. ''
Which seemed a bit paradoxical, given that he had his prick planted firmly in my mouth and we were both very much enjoying it.
'' Ready when you are, faggy boys. ``
At that, I DID lift my backtalk off Jon 's operose wet cock, got up and grasped Susan 's wrist joint. Pulling her fingers out of Marti 's pussy. I took her glistening finger to my oral cavity and sucked Jose Julian Marti 's juices off.
'' You taste overnice, Jose Julian Marti. '' she stood there, leaning against the wall with her legs open and smiled slightly.
'' So I 've been told ''
'' I want to eat your sweet snatch. Come over and join us on the bed. '' I took her hand in the one not wrapped attack Susan 's wrist joint and led them both to the bed where Jon lay, his legs apart and his cock still severe and pointing north.
'' climb up on this, Susan. '' he told her.
Marti and me stood and watched as Susan straddled Jon 's pelvic girdle, took his upright penis in her clutch and lowered herself onto him. Watching Jon 's cock slide up into Susan 's cunt was so arousing, I wanted to do the same with Marti.
But I really had liked the seraphic preference of her kitty-cat from Susan 's fingers and wanted more.
Jose Julian Marti laid down adjacent to Jon and I climbed between her peg.
A few minute before I had been between Jon 's and enjoying his cock, now I bent down and put my backtalk on Marti 's wet slit and tasted her.
It was dessert and salty and well than any pussy I 'd ever use up.
She bent her stifle and lifted herself to my nerve.
Her hand was at the book binding of my head, gently tousling my hair as I ate her and licked and sucked and played my spit over her scarf out button.
Wrapping my sassing tight on her clitoris I began to suck her.
Her hand tightened in my hair as she was clearly enjoying what I was doing.
I brought up a bridge player between her legs and gently inserted a digit inside her while continuing to boil down on keeping suction on her clit.
In and out went my finger. Susan 's somewhat Thomas More brutish ravishment on her booster 's pussy had stretched it and liberally lubricated her.
I went in with another finger and then a third.
Marti said `` OK, tiger, three 's my limit ''.
I did n't want to hurt her. Just bring her joy. If three fingers was her limit ... I went back to just two.
My lips around her clitoris kept the tight stamp that allowed me to carry on sucking her while simultaneously grazing the airfoil of her sensitive button with the rocky texture of my clapper.
I slowly moved two finger 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 ! ``
'' fountainhead you never gave any clue you were such a slut, Suzie my making love '' Jose Julian Marti answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly because the compounding of Susan giving her a rough in mauling followed by me sucking her operose clit and more gently penetrating her wet cunt was getting her to the decimal point.
Marti had both bridge player on my forefront now and she brought her thighs closer together. Holding my aspect against her vagina as she bucked her hips up at my mouth.
I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced them with my tongue. Trying to dawn her slit with it. But her hired man brought me back up to her clit and she made it elucidate that was what she wanted. I sucked her again and quickly brought her to orgasm.
Her pegleg closed tightly on my read/write head. trapping me against her as she came.
So a lot extra fluid pumped out of her. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. Struggling to take a breather, trapped as I was, between her smooth aphrodisiacal legs.
Her orgasm slowly subsided and she loosened her clench on my hair and her stage parted, allowing me lift my case away from her gorgeous festering and then to sit up on my haunches.
I wanted to get my rooster into her cunt right then. All I had to do was shuffle forward a foot and leaning down. Her wet gaping hollow would accept my hard cock without anyone needing to point it. It was right there in straw man of me.
'' I want to fuck you .... ''
'' Give me a minute, bird, you just have on me out a bit. ``
I sat there on my hound, between Marti 's legs, looking up the length of her naked body. Heaving breast, a trickle of lather between them.She was totally aphrodisiac. My cock throbbed, telling me how desperately it wanted to be buried in Jose Julian Marti 's cunt.
But 'no'means 'no', and 'not yet'means .... well it might signify anything except 'yes'.
My hammer throbbed. Throbbed, I tell ya.
Susan turned to me from her status rocking back and forth on Jon 's cock.
'' C'mere ... ''
I moved up the bed to face her and she brought her lips 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 bosom while she sucked my boldness and she rocked faster on Jon. My prick was close to his face and I felt him grip my erection and deplume me within reach of his backtalk.
Jon took my shaft into his mouth while I kissed the charwoman he was fucking.
It was a wild shot and I felt like I might cum quickly, but I did n't desire to.
With these girls here being so raunchy I was more concern in getting inside some cooch.
'' You 'll clear me cum if you do n't stop. ''
He did n't stop. He snaked a hand up between my legs, put the flat of his manus on my ass and pulled me deeper into his mouth.
suck hard.
But I really wanted pussy. Marti was n't ready ....
I pulled out of Jon 's back talk 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 bat Jon 's clod while his tool drove in and in and into Susan 's cunt.
She felt me behind her.
'' You want some of this slit, Michael ? ``
'' I do n't want to stop Jon while he 's having such a nice metre .... ''
'' Why not join him ? ``
She bent forward, laying flat against Jon. Her ass came up and I had a clear view of Jon 's prick in her pussy.
'' Come on ... there 's way ... ''
'' You sure ? ``
'' Well ... no I never tried it, but I want to. I want to right now. doubled vaginal ... is n't that what they call it ? ``
piece of tail me ! ! ! They ! What 'they'call it. They, as in other people. Not me. Not Jon. Now 'we'were going to be in the 'they'radical !
I got up on my genu, holding my cock in my fist. If she wanted to get married with a cunt that had recently been filled by two pecker at once then I should help her achieve her ambitiousness. It was only polite. And the passel of my protagonist cock in her twat already was a immense turn-on.
They stopped their movements for a here and now and I was capable to position the forefront of my voiceless penis where I could press into her, stretching her pussy to take my shaft as well as Jon 's.
Everything was slippery. I pressed the head of my cock ... felt Susan 's pussy stretching to accommodate a second fucker entering her.
Pressed harder and felt the final impedance ebb away.
Then I felt my cock plunge straight down deep into her.
Felt it rubbing length against length with Jon 's stopcock. We began slowly pumping Susan 's willing body.
When we went in and out together it did n't work very well so we set up a comeback rhythm.
As Jon 's cock went up Susan, mine was withdrawing and then when I was shoving my heart and soul 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 gesture had the additional hullabaloo for me and Jon of rubbing our rooster against each other.
Like frottage, but inside a warm wet willing twat.
I was capable to wait over Susan 's shoulder into the eye of my friend as we fucked this lady friend. Watching him enjoying the twat 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 balls while Jon and I fucked her friend.
The Friend she had hoped to make into a short slavish lesbian had turned out to be far more : for the first time dominating Marti and now taking two cocks at once into the puss that was soon to be promised to another guy.
I briefly inquire if her fiance was having as wild of a shop party as his bride-to-be. I doubted it. But then ... Jon was having a pretty baseless meter ... and it was still our showtime Nox.
But I brought my intellection back to where I was.
ticker pump pump.
Cock against rooster.
skid playground slide slip.
Inside a slutty cunt.
takedown schlurp.
So much. So lots action ... too much to live on foresightful .... I grunted that I was going to cum.
I wanted to shoot inner 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 cheek and she tickled my shit, as if I needed any more input.
It drove me wild 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 oceanic abyss in Susan 's cunt until it began trickling out of her.
Susan was cumming the entire time we shot our loads into her.
It all finally subsided. I pulled out of Susan and sat back, watching two loads of cum carry out of her and down the distance of Jon 's prick, onto his balls.
Marti put a bridge player on the back of my header and directed me down onto it. Then her face came along side.
We licked up the cum and Susan 's succus.
Licking from Jon 's egg, up the length of his slam, still in Susan, and then around Susan 's stretched-out snatch.
Then Marti pulled me up to look her and we began French kissing. We merged our cummy tongue.
Swallowing what we had licked up from our admirer. Jon 's cum, mixed with my cum, mixed with Susan's.
Susan climbed up off Jon 's softening prick and lay succeeding 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 sample the last of our cum.
I lay down adjacent to him and Marti lay on the far English of Susan.
The two girls rolled onto their slope, facing each early. Giggling and smoothing each other 's hair, 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 yield of all our travail.
Then I collapsed back, rolled over and lay next to him.
Our custody found each other 's cocks, dampness and sticky and soft.
He chuckled `` I thought it was exciting just having a flying blowie. ``
'' Yeah, me too. But I still want that, brother. I still want to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. ``
'' Now worries. We only just got here. I want to do you too. ``
Susan chirped up. `` You guys buy us dinner and we 'll go a indorsement round. I know Marti wants my pussy, 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 feature found the 1 that suited them best.
Jon and I did n't have persona. We were into getting each other off.
Which we did.
Repeatedly for the next two days.
Sometimes in the company 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 successiveness, at one full point.
It was the best stag weekend ever. All four of us agreed on that.
Now that our admirer are married, Marti and I have a kind of thing. We meet every so often for a drop off weekend.
She 's is angelic and sexy and her pussycat is still the skilful I ever tasted .