by Kojo Black
Slowly, gently, with the touch of an infant suckling a mother’s breast, she took his cock in her mouth. She nursed it gently, like a thick, sweet lolly. She moved up and down on it—massaging, enveloping, but never demanding. And when she’d had her fill, she pointed his shaft back at me and eased it up inside my orphaned pussy.
And again, as soon as I felt him in me, I rode him within an inch of his stamina. Talia and I were playing with him now like two naughty schoolgirls. Just as he could take no more and thought he would explode, Talia coaxed his penis away from me to kiss and suckle him so gently that he could regain his composure.
But, when she went to put his swollen, aching cock back inside me for the third time, he’d reached his limit.
“No,” he sighed. “This is too much. You two are deadly. I need to have some control.”
He eased his body out from underneath mine, and eased my bottom onto the sofa’s expanse of smooth leather. Talia stood and moved fluidly, like a sluttish ballerina, not wanting to miss a thing. She knelt beside me, her eyes already hungry, her hands already busy.
My lover took my hips and pulled me forward so that my pussy drew right to the end of the sofa cushion. He knelt before me and again drove his fleshy tool into my vagina. As my good boy seemed to recover some of his stamina, he thrust faster and deeper. His face was a picture of toil and pleasure.
My nipples were displaced in every direction at the tips of my wobbling, jiggling breasts. My lover had been right. He had taken control and with every stroke he pushed me closer to oblivion. Talia’s hands were everywhere. Pinching my nipples; moulding my breasts; stroking my belly; playing and sliding all around my parted vulva, my clit, and my lover’s cock. All their attention seemed like it was pulling me apart in eight different directions and I felt every single muscle in my body contract as I prepared for the explosion. My eyes were closed and my teeth gritted. With the strength of a madwoman, my one hand gripped Talia’s flesh and the other hand gripped my lover’s. I heard one or both of them groan—or the sound may have come from my own throat. There was no time, no separation, as I came again that night and the most powerful pleasure washed through me, over me, and out of me.
My lover’s voice came from far away. He was talking quickly. “Don’t cum yet, baby…Baby, don’t cum. You get so tight when you cum. You get so……You know I can’….I can’….”
As I opened my eyes and tried to re-master reality, I looked down to see Talia again pulling that gorgeous pleasure-piece out of me. I think she thought she would try to save him, but I could see in his face that all was lost. She had his shaft in her hand. She took his cock head gently in her mouth. She tried to be gentle. Tried to calm him down. But as she released him, he too released what he had been holding back for so long. He absolutely covered her lips in hot, sticky, milky-white cum. Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse covered her. There was no stopping him. But I saw Talia was not trying to. After his first hot spurt, she had only grabbed him tighter—stroking his cock-length from its base to the rim. It was driving him crazy, but Talia’s little smile only grew wider as the sticky, glistening liquid covered her lips and face and rolled down her cheeks.
“Oh, that’s rude of me. I’m so sorry,” he half laughed and half sobbed, looking down at Talia’s happy, sticky face. “To think we haven’t even been properly introduced.”
“It’s a bit late for that!” she laughed, still gripping his convulsing cock. “I’m Talia,” she said, kissing his penis. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” And she laughed again as the pearly semen glistened on her lips and around her smiling mouth.
Chapter 4
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Four Play
It was late morning by the time we all spilled out of bed the next day. Talia had had to go out earlier and already my lover and I missed her sprightly little figure flitting around the flat. The summer sun cascaded through the kitchen windows, bathing the cosy kitchen in warmth and light. Clothing was hardly mandatory as I sat on the counter and my lover fed me fat, ripe strawberries. I could not have asked for a better start to the day—the sun on my back; the warm, flat counter hard beneath my bottom; and my smiling lover between my parted kness, with sweet fruit on his fingertips. Still, it might have been nice to have Talia with us as well, so we could all enjoy the day together.
“Talia would have loved this,” my lover said, as if in response to my thoughts.
“There’ll be other mornings for us,” I replied in consolation.
He put another strawberry between my lips at the same time the doorbell rang.
I leapt from the counter and skipped off to answer the door.
“Don’t go yet, Steph,” he said, looking slightly worried.
“Why, baby?” I swung back and lingered at the kitchen door. “You lonely already?”
“Uh…no,” he answered, one eyebrow raised.
It was only as his handsome face spread into a boyish grin and he ran his eyes appreciatively over my body that I realised I was, of course, totally naked. I had become so accustomed to this state of habitual undress that I‘d nearly gone to answer the door just as I was. My lover had been good enough to remind me, lest I embarrass (or over-excite) an unprepared neighbour. I threw on a light cotton dress and went to answer the door.
Perhaps my guests wouldn’t have minded me otherwise. I opened the door to the smiling, eager faces of my best friend Angela and her boyfriend Julian. I had expected them later in the day but there is never a bad time to see Angie. I threw my arms around her and kissed her warmly.
“I have so much to tell you!” I told her happily as I led them through to the living room.
My lover had found his clothing by the time he joined us and I introduced him to my two friends.
“Angie, Jules, I’d like you to meet my man of the moment.”
He smiled warmly and easily as he shook hands with both of them.
Before long, we were all talking and laughing and eating strawberries. My lover had mixed some orange juice and champagne into a delicious blend that was going down nicely with all of us.
I felt a familiar warmth rise up through the hairs at the nape of my neck as a naughty, all too common distraction began to overtake me. Another sip of mimosa. More deep, warm laughter between us. Another glance at the easy camaraderie of the boys. Another look. Another touch of my best friend. I found myself watching the subtle movements of Julian’s neck and shoulders as he spoke. I realised too how Angie’s little summer dress had begun to ride up over her thighs as she became more relaxed. I began to wonder if she was unwittingly making herself more….vulnerable.
There was nothing I couldn’t tell Angie and Jules and conversation flowed as easily as nectar. I found myself describing the energetic workout to which Talia and I had mercilessly subjected my lover.
“What, only three of you?” Angela bluffed sarcastically. But there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes as she, somewhat prudishly, adjusted her dress.
I told them more, just to see if I could shock them at all. Even my lover joined in with his recount of what had gone on. As the smiles grew wider on the faces of my lover and I, I watched the expressions of Angie and Jules change from mild surprise, to curiosity, to sly envy.
As my descriptions became more colourful, Julian took Angie’s hand. He caressed her thigh and watched her expression change. She bit her lower lip gently as she listened. Cast her eyes downward, trying to give nothing away. She pressed her thighs together….crossed and uncrossed her legs.
Finally, as I described the position we were in just before my lover coated Talia’s face with his sticky fluid, Angie said quietly, “Show us,” and blushed slightly as she said it.
I lay back on the sofa, precisely where I’d been not a long time before. Obediently, my lover slid his body in between my legs.
“Clothes….or no clothes,” asked my lover, equally quietly, all
owing Angie to take his question as a joke, or even pretend she hadn’t heard.
For a time, I thought she hadn’t heard. She again bit her lip and deferred her response by looking at the floor.
In the silence, Julian was decisive. “No clothes.”
In one motion, my lover had the straps of my little dress off my shoulders and then the whole garment down over my hips. With the same speed, my lover was undressed, his cock curving to life in anticipation.
I reached down and began to massage his organ with one hand until his cock grew fat and straight.
Angie gasped vicariously as my lover eased his length into me. I was tight at first, and not very wet. But, as my lover’s thick cock-head prised into me, finding all the places that had come to know his manhood, my slippery honey covered first the tip and then the full, hard length of his penis.
I looked into Angie’s eyes as I began to ripple under my lover’s thrusts. She was shy but excited to distraction. It was as though she felt she shouldn’t be watching. But at the same time she could not walk away. Her clothing seemed maladjusted and Julian was breathing heavily.
After a moment’s pause, Julian whispered simply, “Angie….” And that was the last word. Their own lust exploded. Angie pounced on him and they were at each other’s clothes like the starving to a banquet.
Julian’s naked body was lankier than my lover’s. But the definition of Julian’s torso and shoulders contrasted beautifully with Angie’s curvy, creaseless body.
Up on her knees, her buttocks rested against me, knowing the rhythm of my fucking as she took Julian’s cock into her mouth. She moaned through her nose as she swallowed him, as if his cock were a piece of candy she’d been without for too long. She suckled and nibbled at the head, gently first then more vigorously. As she took more and more of his meat down her gullet, she worked his malleable foreskin with her hands and fingers, forcing him to know pleasure—not only at the tip, but all along the swollen pipe. Then she would change—she’d hold back the sheath of his foreskin and slide her greedy mouth back and forth over the proud, defenceless bulb. I was in awe of how deeply down her throat she could take him and I savoured every sensation at once—my lover’s fucking, Julian’s pleasure, my own pussy’s wet glory, and Angie’s abandon.
With a noisy pop, she pulled her tight mouth off Julian’s helmet. Her lips and his entire cock glistened with her saliva. A wicked smile on her lips, Angie looked at me and said softly, “That gets me so wet.”
Silently she moved to the end of the settee. With her feet on the floor she leant over, rested her arms on the arm of the sofa, and spread her legs. Julian cradled his long penis in one hand as he moved up behind Angie.
“I want to watch you fuck while we fu…..” Angie whispered to me. But her words were cut short by a sudden gasp as Julian immediately sank his full length in beneath her upturned ass cheeks.
It was surreal to watch another woman fucking in front of my eyes while I received the same pleasure. The strangeness of it all, the exoticism, made my honey run and run. I watched Angie’s expression change as she and Julian blended their most intimate parts. I watched her breasts bobble and sway beneath her in time to her fucking. It was amazing how they moved, her nipples grazing the fabric of the settee.
I reached out and cupped one of her animated breasts in my hand. She smiled as I explored the soft, heavy flesh, so similar and so different to mine. The tightness of them where they hung; the fullness of the globes; the responsiveness of her nipples that she liked to have tweaked gently, just like mine. She reached out for me then, her hand moving up to my cheek, pulling me toward her, guiding me to her until our mouths met in a sweet, warm, wonderful kiss. For a time the air was filled only with wordless voices and the sticky slapping of pleasured bodies.
My gaze flitted between my lover’s hard, chiselled face and Angie’s soft, pretty one, each with their own expression of pleasure.
“Baby,” I said to my lover, slowing our rhythm and guiding his penis out of my pussy. “I want to do it like that.”
I spun over and slid my knees to the floor, presenting to my lover my ass and slippery crevice.
“Come and join me, Ange,” I invited, and she giggled as she sidled in next to me in the same position.
The boys entered us together. I could feel her ass rippling beside mine as Julian split her ripe fruit. We girls became a tangle of arms and tongues; caressing each other; pressed together side be side; two broad, heavy hands on our bottoms, rolling us forward and back.
My lover withdrew for a moment but I paid no mind as Angie’s tongue was tenderly exploring my mouth. In a moment he had plunged back into my cunt and taken up another rhythm. But he felt different somehow. I turned to find Julian on his knees, a huge smile on his face, and his cock already deep inside me.
“You bastards!” Angie cried as she realised at the same time. But she was smiling.
The boys grinned broadly at each other.
“Maybe we should stop,” said my lover. And they both began to pull their flesh from ours.
“No!” cried the two of us together.
“I….I like it,” said Angie humbly.
We were both adapting to our new partners brilliantly. A woman can really feel the difference between men when she’s had one exchanged for another from one stroke to the next. Julian’s cock moulded to my pussy in totally different ways and places than that of my lover. And it was still wonderful. Even our bodies moved differently together, though he certainly knew how to move.
“Good, isn’t he?” I said knowingly to Angie.
“Yes…” she sighed. “Oh, yes….”
Angie and I had been close friends for a long time. We’d slept naked together and even occasionally fallen asleep in each other’s arms. We savoured the trust and warmth of those times while the predictable curiosities raged in my belly.
But Angie surprised me when she said quietly, “Stephanie, I want to lick your pussy.”
So often, in the past, my curiosity had peaked again and again with every friendly kiss and every inadvertent meeting of our fingertips. I would not deny her now. I nodded slowly and dragged my cunt off Julian’s phallus. Wordlessly, I turned and manoeuvred into position before the kneeling, panting Angie. My thighs, so often closed to make my pussy a thing of modesty, I spread wide to give my honeyed flesh to my friend. Her palms were soft as she lay them between my legs and held me open firmly. The boys watched jealously as Angie tasted and kissed my cunt. I took her head in my hands, my fingers in her hair. Reassured, she devoured my sex hungrily with probing tongue and playful, pliable lips.
My cunt and belly quivered to see the faces of Angie and my lover before me, each one giving and receiving so much joy. My lover held Angie’s buttocks and filled her again and again with every stroke. At times the pleasure grew too great for Angie’s concentration and her lips would slacken over my pussy as she sighed and whimpered joyfully.
Julian watched from the end of the settee. His eyes wavered—over her, over me, over us. He wanted to be included and he stroked his long penis as he watched. I would complete him. With my gaze and my lips, I invited Julian to me. I leant back my head and opened my mouth. As I turned to him, he was already there, feeding his cock between my lips. First, its swollen head. Then, as my jaw relaxed, I invited his thick, throbbing hard-on deeper and deeper. With one hand I’d work his shaft or caress his balls. My other hand played with Angie’s hair, her tongue, or even my own clit. We must have been a beautiful sight—this human chain of pleasure givers and receivers, reaching and writhing, unashamed and proud of the lust we made.
Angie’s slick, slender fingers began to reach places in my pussy that her tongue could not. All of my attention was given to Julian’s prick when I felt Angie pull away from me and say to my lover, “Now fuck Steph with that gorgeous cock of yours. I want her to have the two of you at once.”
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sp; Angie and my lover disconnected stickily from each other. Angie lifting her lips from my shuddering pussy and crawling back onto the sofa beside me. She kissed my neck and caressed my body, bringing goose-bumps to the nape of my neck and the globes of my breasts as I gave head to her boyfriend. I felt the familiar thickness of my lover’s smooth, heavy glans push me apart and glide straight through to my cervix. My pussy was like a dripping, over-ripe melon and my lover’s cock was sticky with Angie’s sex-honey. The walls of my cunt would have been almost frictionless were it not for the relentless grip of my pussy on that thick, meaty mace. Angie touched me lovingly, with tender curiosity. Exploring, for what must have been the first time, the body of a woman writhing beneath the pleasure of two salty-sweet cocks.
Our hands were everywhere. In the orgiastic melee, I frequently became unaware of whose hands were whose. Hands circling and coaxing the cock in my mouth. Hands caressing the penis in my pussy. Hands on my on pussy lips and fingers on my needy clit. Hands on my breasts, my belly, on my head, around my mouth. So many hands, so many sensations, so many rhythms as engorged man-flesh swung in and out of me—under my pelvis and into my womb; over my tongue and into my throat. I felt the delirious tide start to overtake me. My belly clenched and all my muscles seemed to bundle into one as I came and came in wave after wave. My dear friends would not let up their generosity and for a moment I thought I might hang forever in the gilded cage of orgasm.
No sooner had my waves of climax begun to subside when I felt the boys start to tremble. My pussy gets very tight when I cum and my hands and lips must have gone into a frantic frenzy. The truth is, it’s like I become possessed during an orgasm, and my excitement must have overtaken the boys. With a groan of satisfaction, my lover pulled his cock out of my pulsating pussy. His member was swollen purple and rock-hard in his hand and he could control it no longer as his thick cock-fluid splattered onto my belly and breasts and flooded onto my cunt. At the same time, Julian withdrew from my mouth, releasing the seed of his quivering cock onto my cheeks and lips, spewing and coursing down over my breasts and chest.
