We arrived at a small house surrounded by trees and flames shooting from an open window in the kitchen. The two guys greeting us at the door in a blind panic were built for the stamina to put a smile on my face. I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more and then it dawned on me I didn’t have to choose between them.
“Reinhardt was cooking and was pulled away by his mother on the phone. He got sidetracked and a grease fire broke out.” I smiled reassuringly and we easily put out the fire in a few minutes with the only casualty being an ugly pair of drapes by the window. The pot was scorched and would need to be replaced, but it was a small price to pay.
“It wasn’t that bad and I wouldn’t be too angry with your friend. You would be surprised at how often this happens. I don’t want to be sexist, but it’s usually women. It’s kind of refreshing to see a man who knows his way around the kitchen.” I was angling for an invitation and my shift was almost up.
“He always makes more than is necessary. You’re more than welcome to join us. He won’t be home for about an hour and I sent him down to the gym to burn off some excess energy. He never knows what to do in a crisis. He already feels guilty enough and there was no reason to throw salt in the wound.” He was sex on a stick with blond hair down to his shoulders in delicious looking waves.
“I don’t have a way to get back to the station. I don’t suppose I could impose on you or your friend to give me a ride back after dinner. I’m sure I can figure out a way to pay you back.” I was shamelessly running my fingers down over his pronounced bicep. He purposely flexed that muscle not to mention the one awakening from its slumber between his legs.
I told my fellow firefighters I would find my own way back. They smiled knowingly already suspecting what my motivation for sticking around was. I was sure there were enough rumors about my promiscuous nature to keep them guessing when an unwilling victim was going to be ensnared in my web.
I found out his name was Anson and he was currently studying for the bar exam. He offered me the use of his shower and I was inclined to take him up on it. He was a little startled by how I took off my clothes right in front of him with him watching each stitch fall to the floor at my feet.
“I know what you’re thinking and this is your lucky day. I don’t think that I will be able to reach a couple of areas on my own. Is there a volunteer to help scrub those hard to reach areas?” With his mouth hanging open, he raised his hand like he would when he was in school when a teacher called upon him.
“I would love to write penthouse about this encounter, but I would rather keep it to myself.” I walked seductively down the hall completely bare ass naked. I glanced over my shoulder with my finger in my mouth to mimic what I was going to do to a certain part of his anatomy.
“Somebody is wearing too many clothes and it’s not me. I have an idea of how we’re going to work up an appetite. I have a feeling within the hour we are going to be famished. You better catch up or I might have to start without you.” I found his bathroom with black and white tile on the floor and on the wall. There was an accent of red in the middle that was meant to catch a person’s eye.
I adjusted the water and heard him enter out of breath and pressed up behind me in an obscene way. The long and unyielding presence of his cock had my ass cheeks molding around it. The heat of the shaft made both of my holes ready for more than foreplay.
I reached back underneath my legs and pierced my womanhood with the pointed end of his spear. I was already juicy and waiting for the invading force between his legs. I thought we would build up to it, but I was in desperate need of a beef injection. I had my hands on my knees with my back bent at an angle to receive his delivery.
The steam produced from the shower made things sticky in the enclosed space. It was 8 inches and quite formidable in his possession. I had met my match and was ready to vanquish him. He couldn’t seem to move after burying his staff deeply within the quivering walls of my sex. I heard him breathing heavily and I peeked back to see him licking his parched lips.
“I don’t think that I can do this. I have a girlfriend and I’m planning to pop the question.” If he thought that was going to damper my spirits then he really didn’t know me at all.
“I’m not forcing you to do anything against your will. You’re the one who followed me in here and didn’t even mention a girlfriend until now. Don’t you think that says something about your relationship with her? Should you easily be swayed into doing something with another woman? I can’t answer that question for you. I can, however, show you a little variety is the spice of life.” I began to fuck him sliding the lips of my sexual desire along the stalk of his manhood.
“I don’t know what you are doing, but she has never done anything like that. You could be the last woman I will ever be with besides her. I owe it to myself to see how the other half lives.” His voice had lowered in register and the baritone of seduction was dripping from every word.
“I love the gravel in your voice. It fucking makes me a wild and untamed spirit. Do you think that you can keep up with my demand of you? Be careful how you answer that question and I might make you eat your words.” His flag was firmly planted and throbbing with a pumping life of its own.
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out. Give me a chance and I promise not to disappoint.” I released him from my embrace and made a conscious effort to climb into the shower where the hot water did nothing to cool the temperature between my legs.
“I like your attitude and maybe we can both show each other something we’ve never experienced before. It’s a tall order and I’ve been with my fair share of men. You have your work cut out for you. I don’t grade on a curve.” The water pulsing against his skin was an erotic adventure for my eyes.
“Damn, you are too much woman for any man, but I will do my best to give you a reminder of what being with a real man is all about. I feel it’s my duty as a member of my gender to take things to the next level.” It was a bold statement and one that I was going to make him back up with actions instead of words.
“I do have to wonder what would happen if your friend came home and found us this way. I have no problem sharing my body with the both of you. Would either one of you have a problem crossing swords?” I was using the liquid soap to drift my hand up and down the unyielding inches of his shaft.
“We’ve never been with a woman together and I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it. I suppose we’ll have to cross that bridge if and when we come to it.” I had to prolong the experience to see if I could bring about a spontaneous threesome.
“I do like your adventurous spirit and willingness to try something different. I could easily make you cum with my hands, but that would only be fun for one of us. You have some convincing to do and the best place to do that is on your knees. I hope you’re not the type who finds going down on a woman unnecessary. I can assure you no woman in their right mind would agree with that sentiment.” He sighed but not with resignation and I could tell he was eager to please.
“I have no problem singing for my supper. Let me give you a reason to finish what you started. I like to think of myself as a renaissance kind of guy. Nothing is better than to see and to hear the vocal cry of pleasure coming from a woman’s lips.” I put one leg up in the air to split myself down the middle. I pointed to where I wanted him to go and he complied without putting up a fuss.
I heard somebody clearing their throat and I looked up to see the bald head of his friend peeking in the door.
Chapter Three
I could tell he was interested to join us, but I was happy to have him become a voyeur. He stepped into the bathroom and stood there palming the evidence of his arousal through the tight confines of his jeans. His friend was busy making friends with my clit by siphoning it into his mouth. I held him firmly against me to keep him from learning about his friend coming in to catch us in the act.
“I have to say you have converted me into a believer. My wet pussy is yours and I want yo
u to own it. Take control.” It was hard to keep the position I was in with my leg outstretched. It was straining the muscles in my inner thighs.
The bald man with muscles threatening to burst out of his tight black pullover was following my demand without the need for me to say one single word. I lowered my eyes and he firmly took a grip on his zipper and pulled it down along each track.
“Did you just graze me with your teeth? I do believe I have a naughty boy in need of my kind of punishment.” Anson could hear my words, but I was pointing in the direction of Reinhardt.
I slapped my hands loud enough to make them both jump in startled surprise. I was biting my bottom lip and breathing heavily through my nostrils. I nodded my head and Reinhardt made no bones about reaching into the opening and pulling out a feast worthy of my appetite. He was a little bigger than his friend with the kind of head on top of his shaft to make a seasoned professional a little apprehensive.
“Don’t even think about coming up for air. I like you where you’re at on your knees in servitude to me. Your tongue is a mind reader and it seems to know what my body wants before I even say anything. I would say somebody has been given some pointers from an older woman.” I could feel it start in my toes and work steadily up the length of my long legs to zero in on the target currently being subjected to a blowjob from his lips.
Reinhardt had taken his cock in his hand and was jerking it to the same motion as my fist moving up and down in the air. I went a little quicker and he followed suit and then I slowed down. He became my personal sex slave. I knew the conduit to his pleasure was in what he was currently giving pleasure manually with his hand.
“Fuck me… Anson… we are going to have to find you suitable playmates in the future. There are a few friends of mine who would gladly make your acquaintance on their backs. I could keep you in high demand if you weren’t tied down to the woman you claim to love with all of your heart.” I was slapping my sex against his mouth and he was inserting the limber length of his tongue inside me.
Reinhardt was knowledgeable about what made him happy and the service he was giving himself was fueling my orgasm to the surface. The combination of watching him and receiving the tongue of a seasoned pro was too much for my body to take.
The greeting kiss of my climax squirted in his face and he was bathed in the slippery juices from the top of his forehead down to his chin.
Every muscle in my body was taxed and my inner thighs were still vibrating after he extracted his tongue. I slid down the tiles until I was lying on the tile floor with my knees spread.
“I forgot to mention we have company. I do believe the two of you know each other. I hope this isn’t going to be awkward. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting my cake and eating it too. The only way we’re going to get what we want from each other is to compromise. Do you think that two of you would be up to the challenge of making my toes curl together?” Reinhardt was smiling, but Anson needed further enticing. I was in the perfect position to give him proper incentive.
Not giving him time to think about it, I gurgled with his cock down my throat in less than 5 seconds. He slapped his hands on the tile and gasped with noticeable excitement jumping inside his family jewels.
“Don’t quote me, but I think you found his weakness. If his browser history is any indication, a woman’s lips wrapped around his cock are something he can never say no to. Sheila should be here to take notes. It’s the only way she’s ever going to keep her man satisfied sexually in the bedroom. They have too much invested and respect for one another to say what is really on their minds.” I was bobbing my head back and forth, putting extra emphasis on the seal around my lips to give him an experience to leave him breathless.
Reinhardt was continuing to move his hand up and down his lengthy spitting serpent. What was spilling from the top was thick and moved like ketchup in a bottle down the sides. He was using it to make his shaft glisten. The slippery image made me hungry to supply him with the service of my mouth.
“I have no words to express how I feel at this moment. The only thing I can say is I might have been wrong about everything. My girlfriend was my world, but I’m starting to realize there are a variety of different women I haven’t experienced.” He was moonlighting on his girlfriend with another woman and he was claiming it was a good thing.
“Anson, you don’t even know her name and it’s probably better that way. Think of this as your chance to dip your toe into the water of available women. I’m not suggesting you make a steady diet of it, but it’s not like you have a ring on her finger yet.” Reinhardt was encouraging his friend to drop the pretense and his pants in that order.
“I can’t think straight with your mouth on my cock. I get the feeling that was the purpose of this exercise. Damn, I don’t think that I could dream of the perfect woman in my fantasies to compare to you.” My tenacity was unmatched and I could rival some porn stars in the industry today.
I felt the moment of truth approaching and I knew when to step up my game. The long vein was pronounced and pumping the life essence up the length of his shaft. I turned the screws by reaching behind him and pulling apart his ass cheeks like a coconut. My long jagged nails scratched at his opening and he began to buck wildly in my mouth.
“I don’t know what is happening and this has never been done to me before. I might want to rethink my relationship with my girlfriend.” The musical notes of his moans were soon followed by several streams of his boiling seed.
I was able to stay on my knees during the onslaught of his orgasm. There was plenty to cheer about when he was finished and filled my mouth to capacity. I wasn’t looking for true love, but his stamina made me hope I could have a do-over with him. I wanted the chance to drain his vein between my legs until he was sputtering to the end. It would have given me a thrill to see him looking at me with astonished euphoria on his face.
“I implore you to take her away from me. I’m sure the two of you can find something to do in my absence. I’m going to need a few moments to compose myself. I might join you if I’m able to walk the same way again.” His animalistic cry had him on my naughty list of things to do in the future.
“I believe you have heard it from the horse’s mouth himself. I’ve been watching, but I would rather participate. It goes without saying; I have designs on giving the headboard in my room a workout it is never going to forget.” He lifted me over his shoulder and carried me with my hands vainly slapping his chiseled bare back.
“I demand you put me down immediately.” I was laughing underneath my breath and enjoying the Neanderthal way he was manhandling me into submission.
Chapter Four
I was lying on the bed still dripping from the shower, but also from how excited it had been to have an audience. He had his hands firmly planted on the mattress at the bottom of the bed. He began to use his fingers to unbutton his shirt and then he went for his pants only to have me stop him with my hand outstretched in front of me.
“I want you to get on the bed and do that. Stand on the mattress and give me a show to remember.” He leaped like a Bengal tiger and I applauded his efforts.
“I would like the same thing you gave Anson. I can give you my personal guarantee that I won’t be down for the count. I’m always a man of my word.” I did admire his conviction, but I didn’t know if he could stand up to a battery of tests to his limitations.
“Be sure this is what you really want and there’s no going back once I begin.” His pants fell and he kicked them aside until they landed on the floor with his belt jangling.
He put his hands over his head touching the ceiling with his cock ramrod stiff as a board. I was on my knees in an instant, grabbing onto the stalk of flesh between his legs. I gave it a few tentative tugs to prepare it for my mouth. The previous stimulation of his hands was making him drip like an obscene faucet.
“I saw what you did and I witnessed his reaction with bated breath.” I had a firm hold and I knew how to drive stick better
than some women.
His bedroom was a man cave with the prerequisite red silk sheets and a dimmer switch on the wall to lower a woman’s inhibitions. There was not a trace of a feminine touch to be seen anywhere. I was drawn back to the object of my affection by how he was slapping my face with the knob.
“I hope you have your will prepared. I have been known to give a guy a heart attack. You would think it was the older generation, but it wasn’t.” I delivered him to the hot recesses of my mouth making sure to seal the oval shape of my lips around him in a tight vise.
“I don’t think it’s going to come to… that.” He tripped over his tongue with his legs wobbling from how he was taken aback by the way that my tongue curled around him.
I applied pressure to the back of my throat and his knob slithered inside with the first couple of inches. He was a little stunned and there was a bit of drool on the side of his lip. His eyes were wide and he began to pull free with the knob captured between my teeth. He knew what he was in for and let me count him down from the invisible 10.
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