His blue eyes were wide and innocent. “What?”
“You know what!” I snapped, yanking the strap of my bikini back into place. “Why are you groping me right in front of Lang?”
He chuckled again and sneaked another quick feel. “I’m sorry, Jayden. I just couldn’t resist. He’s got such a hard-on for you he can hardly look at you.”
“He does not,” I insisted, but I felt the flesh twitch between my legs.
“Oh, yes, he does,” Jessie maintained, his fingers stroking the underside of my breast. “Didn’t you notice he was pitching a tent?”
As a matter of fact, I had, and I could see that Jessie sported a similarly stiff rod. “Lang is your best friend,” I reminded him. “Doesn’t it bother you, to have him check me out that way?”
“No,” he assured me. “It doesn’t. I can hardly blame him. I mean, look at you, babe.”
His hand slipped lower and burrowed between my legs. I cast an uneasy glance over my shoulder. “Jessie, somebody might see . . .”
“No one’s close enough,” he whispered, his hand coaxing my thighs apart.
But one person was. Lang was no more than twenty-five feet away, standing in waist-deep water. His eyes were on us as he sank to his knees, the water rising to his chin.
“You know what he’s doing, don’t you?” Jessie asked softly. “He’s jerking off, wishing it was him with his hand on your pussy . . .”
I could feel my vagina loosening, becoming slick. Jessie kissed me then, slipping his tongue into my mouth as his finger slipped around the edge of my bikini bottoms.
“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” he whispered against my mouth.
My eyes widened and I shook my head, but Jessie pressed closer. “Tell me the truth,” he urged. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Taking his big cock, sucking it,” he continued, as his fingers probed the slippery crevice between my legs. “Fucking it . . .”
I couldn’t lie, because he could feel how hot his words were making me. “Maybe I have,” I confessed, “but I love you, Jessie. I would never . . .”
“But what if I said it was okay?” he said, stroking my swollen nether lips. “What if I said you could fuck him . . . if I could watch?”
I’m not sure if it was outrage or arousal that caused my sudden shortness of breath. “I couldn’t do that,” I said. “Jessie, I just couldn’t! And what makes you think Lang would want to, anyway?”
“Because Crystal’s holding out on him,” Jessie confided, his index finger gently nudging my clit. “He told me. He hasn’t gotten any in three months, not since he started dating her, and he’s ready to explode.”
I couldn’t answer, suddenly suffused with the vision of myself naked in bed with Lang as Jessie stood over our intermingled bodies. I closed my eyes and pressed closer to Jessie as a spark of desire flared in my stomach and plunged downward, making me tremble as it ignited between my legs.
How would it feel to be the kind of woman who’d do something like that – have sex with another man while her lover watched? It would take a particular sort of woman, a wild, wanton creature who wasn’t afraid to take risks.
And what about Lang? How exactly would one go about convincing him that he wanted to take part in such a thing? I wouldn’t even know how to approach it with him, so I’d have to leave it to Jessie. Once that thought occurred to me the scenario suddenly coalesced into a real possibility, though, because Jessie is the most persuasive person I’ve ever known.
I knew that I’d be merely a prop, an observer who would watch, fascinated, as her lover seduced his best friend. He’d use my body to do it: drizzling suntan oil over my torso and massaging it into my flesh with long, sensual strokes; running his fingers over the small scraps of fabric covering my most private parts; making my nipples harden right through the cloth.
Lang might make a pretense of ignoring us, which will force Jessie to take more extreme actions. I suspect that he’ll push my bikini top aside, far enough to entirely bare one breast. The angle of Jessie’s body will shield me from the eyes of other beachcombers, but do nothing to conceal me from Lang, who won’t be able to tear his eyes off my erect nipple.
As it gets later in the day, the sun will begin to creep down in the sky and her rays will peep beneath the cover of our tree. Jessie will notice and take this opportunity to drizzle more oil over me. “Don’t want my girl getting burned,” he’ll remark, grinning at Lang. “Want to help me out here, buddy?”
Lang won’t need to be asked twice. He’ll take over my breast, kneading the oil into my hot flesh as Jessie’s hand slips into my bottoms. Jessie will attend to my clit as Lang teases my nipple, pinching and rolling it between his oiled fingers, his breath coming in short, hard gasps.
I moan softly when Jessie takes his hand from between my legs. He shifts closer, slipping his thumb into the waistband of his shorts and drawing it down, just far enough to free his cock. I feel its silky head glide over my stomach, lubing itself on my oil-drenched flesh.
Lang lets go of my nipple and grips his own crotch with urgency. He is visibly trembling. “God, you’re killing me,” he groans, fumbling at the front of his bathing trunks. “I gotta . . . man, lemme . . .” He tugs and his dick springs out, stone hard and oozing clear juice.
They press against me, one on either side, and as I close my hands over their cocks I feel the differences between them. Jessie’s shaft is an elegant wand – long, sleek, and graceful. Lang’s is shorter but twice as thick, a solid, sinewy piston. They slide between my hands and buttery flesh and, when I let them nudge each other, I hear Jessie’s swift intake of breath. That’s when I realize that my man doesn’t just want to watch Lang fuck me. He wants to fuck Lang himself.
When Jessie suggests relocating to a more private place, Lang doesn’t answer, just jumps to his feet to gather up the picnic gear. We carry it to the truck and Jessie stows it in the back as I get into the cab. Lang is beside me in a second and he kisses me for the first time, his mouth rich with beer and passion.
Jessie gets into the driver’s seat and kisses the back of my neck as Lang is kissing my mouth. I can feel Jessie’s fingers untying my top and it falls away, then Jessie is cradling my oiled breasts, lifting and offering them up for Lang’s mouth.
“Such beautiful tits . . .” Lang’s voice is hoarse. “Gimme those big, beautiful tits . . .”
Lang buries his face between my breasts, squeezing them together to suckle both at once. Jessie tugs at my bikini bottoms, so I raise my arse and he peels them down to my knees, then pushes my thighs apart. My cunt yawns open, glistening wet and quivering, and Lang plunges his hand between my legs, to grope and squeeze greedily.
“When we get home,” Jessie tells him, “I’m going to watch you fuck my girl, buddy. That okay with you?”
“Yeah,” Lang breathes. “Just hurry, man. I can’t wait to fuck this.” He slides a finger inside me, then two. “Christ, this pussy is wet . . . wet and ready . . . shit, man, hurry!”
It takes about twenty minutes to reach their apartment and Lang fingers my wet cleft the whole way. I’m squirming, my naked arse wriggling against the vinyl seat as his busy fingers tease and fondle my clit. Jessie concentrates on driving, a small smile on his face, but I can see that his dick is so hard it seems about to rupture his shorts.
By the time we pull into the driveway, I’ve come twice; short, sharp bursts that I know are only hints of the delights to come. Jessie doesn’t give me a chance to put my bikini back on, just grabs the beach blanket and swathes it around my near-naked body then hurries me inside, calling for Lang to bring in the beer cooler.
As soon as we get through the door, Jessie tosses the blanket aside and lifts me onto the kitchen table. “Did you get a good look at his cock, babe?” he whispers, kissing me deeply as his hands strip away the scraps of my bikini. “Are you hot for it, that stiff, thick cock?”
I moan my assent as he pushes me back and lifts my legs high. “You look so beautiful,
spread wide and ready to be fucked . . .” he murmurs, burying his face between my legs. I shiver when his lips wrap around my clit, sucking it like a warm, wet vacuum.
And this is how Lang finds us when he comes inside a moment later: me stark naked with my heels pointing at the ceiling, Jessie’s hands cradling my arse while he devours my pussy. Lang stops dead and drops the cooler with a clatter.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs, bracing himself against the table with one hand and gripping his crotch with the other. “Shit, that’s hot. That’s so fuckin’ hot . . .”
Lang reaches out but, before he can touch me, Jessie wrenches his mouth away and pulls me to my feet. “The bedroom,” he urges, his voice syrupy with desire.
A minute later I lie across the bed, groping for a condom while Lang rips off his shorts. Jessie slips one into my hand as Lang crawls on top of me. He grabs my legs and hooks them over his shoulders, humping impatiently as I unroll the condom over his rigid cock.
When he is sheathed, I point him into my hot, wet cunt. “Fuck me, Lang,” I beg.
“Yes, fuck her,” Jessie urges and when I look up at him I see that he too is naked, his hand wrapped around his own stiff pole. “Give Jayden what she wants, buddy.”
Without further preamble, Lang’s thick cock plunges into me, impaling me up to the hilt with one jab. He fucks me with short, hard strokes and it’s good . . . so damn good that I catapult into an immediate orgasm, heaving and moaning from the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Fuckin’ hot pussy,” Lang puffs. “This is some sweet, hot pussy.” He inches my legs up around his neck and my back bows as his hands lift my ass even higher.
“Do it harder,” Jessie encourages, and I see that he’s stroking himself in time with Lang’s thrusts. “She likes it fast and deep . . . so fuck her hard, buddy.” The movement of Lang’s hips accelerate, his cock pistoning like a jack hammer, and I can feel his balls slapping my arse as he rams into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to come again, moaning and sobbing with the intensity of it. I ride the crest of my orgasm and, as I wind down, feel a silken touch on my cheek.
I open my eyes. Jessie is kneeling over us, his cock hovering near my face. “Suck me, babe,” he urges. “Suck my cock while Lang fucks you.”
I arch my head back, open my mouth wide, and take Jessie’s long cock down my throat. Lang is still pumping, obediently fucking my pussy while Jessie fucks my face. Watching me suck Jessie’s cock seems to turn him on even more and he voices his approval while he fucks me: “Yeah, baby – suck that cock. Take it all, Jen, swallow it down . . .”
Jessie slides his cock nearly all the way out of my mouth and pauses, lingering just on the tip of my lips. I am well-attuned to what he likes and so I give it to him, my lips sucking and nibbling the so-sensitive spot just below the dome of his penis. Lang fucks me in a slow and steady rhythm, and one particularly firm thrust causes me to lose my lip lock on Jessie’s cock. It rears up, striking Lang’s face and he recoils, but Jessie groans out loud and I realize then what my man wants most.
I take hold of Jessie’s cock, suckle gently, then slip it from between my lips and switch my attention to Lang. I kiss him deeply, sensuously, then turn back to Jessie’s cock. I nuzzle it, suck it, and kiss Lang again.
I keep it up, alternately kissing and sucking, and I can hear Jessie moaning, feel his cock throbbing between my lips. This time when I draw Lang close for another long, passionate kiss, the tip of Jessie’s cock is still in my mouth.
Lang’s body stiffens in surprise, but I writhe beneath him, my tongue darting back and forth between his mouth and Jessie’s cock. I swirl my tongue faster and faster, caressing Jessie’s hard prick and Lang’s soft lips at the same time.
I’m on fire, my hips rearing up against Lang’s cock with utter abandon while my mouth gobbles Jessie’s cock. “Come on my face, baby,” I plead. “Come on my face while Lang comes in my pussy. I want it so bad, Jessie. Please . . . Lang, come on . . . help me . . .”
Then Lang’s mouth opens and we’re sharing Jessie’s cock. It glides between our mouths, our tongues mingling around it, and I can see wonder in Lang’s eyes, and heat.
Jessie’s hand grips the back of Lang’s neck and he’s groaning, animal sounds that tell me he’s close. I see his balls tighten, retract, and jets of heat explode across my face. One . . . two . . . three spurts, his thick cream streaming over my mouth and chin.
“Shit!” Lang shouts. “Shit, me too, man! Me too . . .” He arches his back and heaves against me, his body spasming with the power of his orgasm.
For a moment, all of us are motionless: me with my legs locked around Lang’s back and Jessie’s cock against my face; Jessie poised on his knees above us, leaning against Lang’s shoulder; Lang with his cock buried deep within me, his eyes wide with surprise.
Jessie reaches down, scoops a bit of milky cream onto his finger, then feeds it to me. I lap it up dutifully, murmuring. With his other hand, he strokes the back of Lang’s neck.
“Everybody okay?” he asks.
Lang is watching me lick the cream off Jessie’s fingers. “Oh yeah,” he whispers and kisses me, his tongue reaching into my mouth for a taste of Jessie.
We lie side by side in the darkening bedroom. The temperature has dropped along with the sun and a soft breeze wafts through the open window, fresh and cool against our damp bodies. We don’t speak, each lost in our own thoughts of what has passed between us.
Lang is in the middle, so quiet that I wonder if he’s asleep. I hear Jessie stir and, when I look over, I see that he’s stroking Lang, exploring his body with the gentle fingers I know so well. Lang remains still, his eyes squeezed shut.
Jessie touches his nipples, caresses them, and my own hands move to canvass the dense area between Lang’s legs. Lang’s breath tightens, proving that he’s awake after all, and, when Jessie puts his mouth to a nipple, I see Lang’s cock twitch.
I reach for it as Jessie’s head descends. His mouth leaves a wet trail as he follows the thin line of hair that tapers down Lang’s abdomen. Lang’s cock is lengthening, stiffening in my hand. I offer it to Jessie and, when he takes it in his mouth, he wears a rapt expression. I watch his lips surround the velvety head, watch him take it deep in his throat, so deep that his nose nudges Lang’s pubic hair.
Lang opens his eyes then, sees who it is sucking his cock with such reverence. “Dude, I don’t know about this,” he says, although his hips are moving back and forth, responding to the ministrations of Jessie’s talented mouth. “Jess, I don’t know . . .”
Jessie lifts his head. “Relax, buddy,” he whispers. I take Lang’s throbbing cock in my own mouth while Jessie moves to his balls. He kisses and fondless them, his finger tracing a slow, sensuous path over and behind the twin sacs. I can’t quite see what Jessie is doing back there but, judging from the volume of Lang’s moans, it’s something extra special.
When Lang’s cock rears up hard enough to make me gag, I pull my mouth away and move for a better look of what Jessie is up to. I see that he’s caressing Lang’s anus, stroking and gently prodding the tight ring of flesh.
Jessie slips a finger inside his arse and Lang moans, spreading his legs wide. Jessie’s finger burrows deep, his tongue tracing the same trail his finger has blazed. When Jessie’s tongue snakes into Lang’s arse alongside his finger Lang goes crazy, thrusting and rearing and moaning out loud. “Shit, that feels good . . . so damn good . . . nobody’s ever done that to me . . .”
Jessie gives him a gentle push and Lang rolls onto his stomach, his arse rising high in the air. I have to touch myself as I watch Jessie tongue-fuck Lang, have to caress my pussy as Jessie’s mouth caresses Lang’s anus. Lang humps his arse against Jessie’s mouth and I can see that he’s completely under Jessie’s spell, ready to submit utterly to whatever he wants.
Jessie reaches between my legs, lubes his hand on my juices, then slips first one slick finger, then two, into Lang’s ars
ehole. He holds out his other hand and I give him what I know he wants – a condom.
When Jessie withdraws his fingers to slip on the condom, I see that Lang’s anus has opened – flowered – and is quivering with need. Jessie presses the head of his sheathed cock against Lang’s arse, raising his eyes to me. “It’s your turn to watch, babe,” he tells me as he begins to work his penis into Lang’s wet hole.
And I do watch, mesmerized, as Jessie takes him slowly, little by little, fondling Lang’s genitals as he penetrates his arse. Lang grimaces, clutching the bedclothes with white-knuckled hands. “Shit, that hurts,” he grunts. “Dude, it hurts . . .”
“It will stop hurting,” Jessie whispers. “Just relax. Don’t fight it.” He strokes Lang’s cock as he presses deeper into his arse, and he doesn’t stop until he is fully submerged, his own balls flush against Lang’s.
They seemed suspended, poised on the edge of something. Lang’s body is rigid, clenched, his face twisted into a rictus of pain. It seems they are soldered together, then something gives and I watch Lang’s body relax and sink back against Jessie.
Jessie begins to pulse his hips back and forth. Lang emits a long sigh and Jessie lengthens his strokes, releasing Lang’s cock to grip his hips. Lang’s body begins to move in tandem with Jessie’s, and Jessie increases the power and depth of his thrusts.
Jessie’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, contorted with profound pleasure. Lang’s face is buried in his arms, but the murmurs coming from his throat are unmistakable sounds of ecstasy. Between his legs, dipping and bobbing freely, is the hardest cock I’ve ever seen. It seems ready to burst: skin stretched tight and shiny, its tip leaking gobs of clear juice. I want to touch it, suck it, lap up those drops of slippery precome.
I reach for it, but before I can get there Lang flings his head back. “Oh, shit!” he shouts. “Oh, fuck! Fuck . . .”
His cock explodes, ropes of semen shooting across the bedclothes. Jessie tightens his grip on Lang’s hips, plunging ferociously, and when he comes it is with a short, sharp cry and a final thrust of such force that Lang is propelled forward, his face disappearing into the pillow.
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