0 comments/ 55740 views/ 0 favorites Spring Fling By: dkalish It was a warm spring day, almost summer really. Senior year was winding down. With the arrival of the warmer weather and the prospect of graduation in the near future, a new freedom bloomed within me. Since my relationship with Joe, I continued to broaden my sexual horizons. I was depressed, and didn't date anyone, but I loved my new sexual awareness. Rather than retreating to my old baggy clothes, I now wore the shorter, skimpier, and sexier clothing that I had used to attract my middle-aged professor. My roommates and other old friends noticed the difference, but didn't know what inspired it. Now, here I was at the student union, wearing only a pair of tight, short shorts and a bikini top that barely covered my nipples and did little to hide my mammoth breasts. I spotted three boys—now men, really—that I had known since freshman year sitting on the lawn in the sun. We had hung around a lot the first couple of years of college, but I had never dated any of them. They were roommates and quite a group: tall, handsome, all members of the water polo team and in outstanding shape from their daily workouts in the pool. I joined them, and their smiles told me I was welcome indeed. They noted my new attire, and with a nod and wink I told them I had turned a new corner in life. Sitting on the grass in the quad, we chatted for about an hour, talking about our plans for after graduation (I had none), our fears of entering the "real" world, our early days at college. Even though I had not spent much time with these guys recently, we connected. I felt myself warming up. Starting to daydream a bit, I let the conversation go on without me. My mind wandered to sex and I soon realized I wanted to get laid, badly. Whether it was the sun and spring air, being surrounded by three gorgeous guys, I couldn't tell, but the desire was the same regardless of the cause. I began to think about my current compatriots. But who? Kevin was funny, the most outgoing of the bunch. Robert was dark skinned with a terrific smile. Roland was born in Sweden, and looked every bit the Viking. I liked them all and found them all equally attractive. It was then that a startling idea hit me. Why choose? The guys soon noticed my dreaminess, and asked what I was thinking about. Grabbing the bull by the horns, so to speak, I startled even myself. "I was thinking about fucking all of you," I replied. Stunned, the guys paused for a minute. Kevin, more serious than I'd ever seen him, asked if I meant it. I rolled over to him very close, slipped my hand up his baggy shorts, and squeezed his cock. Sliding his underpants to one side, I stroked his dick a few times. Leaning over to my other side, but with my hand still in Kevin's shorts, I kissed Robert deeply and gave a simple answer, "yes." Jumping up, I suggested we go to their apartment. The conversation stopped, the guys were nervous, as was I. Part of me pulled back, wondering what I had just gotten myself into. What would people say if they found out? But my desire held out, and "shit," I thought, "I'll be graduating soon, what kind of reputation am I worried about?" They lived close to campus, a short walk actually, not enough time for second thoughts. Their apartment was clean and neat—a shocking difference from my apartment and messy roommates. As soon as we were inside the door, six hands reached for my body, releasing my breasts from my top, stripping my shorts and panties away. Immediately naked, I was, just as I had hoped, the center of attention. As I was kissing one guy, two mouths surrounded my nipples, eagerly sucking my sensitive flesh. Still standing in the entryway, I soon felt at least one and possibly two hands start to play with my snatch, fingers probing my opening, finding my clit, sliding inside me. So many sensations as my lips, tits, and cunt were occupied by so many active partners. "Get naked," I demanded, and the boys quickly complied with my request. Moving into the living room, I watched intently as they quickly shed their clothes. Only now did I become fully aware of their incredible bodies. Like many water polo players, they were in incredible shape. More important, they had beautiful pricks. No stallions among the lot, but some of the finest dicks I'd ever seen. Kevin's was short and stout; Robert's was impeccably sculpted, good length, beautifully veined with a ramrod head; Roland's was, well, magnificent. As the guys once again crowded around me, I dropped to my knees and inhaled their manhoods. Switching from one to another, I alternately sucked and caressed each of their hard pricks, savoring the differences in texture, shape, size and taste. It was incredibly erotic to know that I could have such a powerful affect on three such handsome men. I decided to play a little game, "guess the prick." After slobbering all over their mighty erections, I got on all fours in the middle of their living room and told the guys to line up behind me in any order they chose. They should slide their dicks into my pussy and were allowed five strokes. After that, I would try to guess who was who. The first one filled me, the first since Joe. It felt great, but the five strokes were over too soon. Quietly, the guys exchanged places and another hard dick entered me. Wider than the first, and less distance on the stroke, I guessed this one was Kevin. Again, five strokes and then the rotation. The third cock entered me, moved back-and-forth, and then withdrew. "Kevin was number 2," I announced, "but 1 and 3 will have to repeat." This could be fun, I thought to myself. Disappointed, Kevin came around to play with my tits. I kissed him, sticking my tongue down his throat, and told him that he should be pleased that his extra-wide girth was so noticeable. Number 1 and 3 took turns again. This time, I didn't want them to stop. Number 1 tried to withdraw, but I followed him backwards and demanded more. He willingly complied. Roland started to complain about missing a turn, indicating that it was Robert who was fucking me so willingly. I was starting to get into it, and was really enjoying Robert's hard cock, but fair's fair, I thought. "Who's got the biggest bed?" I asked, and then followed Roland down the hall to his room. "You win," I declared, and told him to lay down in the middle. No need for foreplay, I decided, as there were enough men in the room to keep me satisfied for quite a while. I straddled Roland and eased his erection into my cunt. It felt marvelous. I motioned for Kevin and Robert to join us. With Roland in my pussy, I took turns sucking on the others. It was hard getting a good motion going, too many distractions, too many hands, mouths, and bodies to please. Nonetheless, the sheer sensuality of it all soon overwhelmed me. Dropping the other two pricks, I concentrated on the magnificent one inside me. Up-and-down I moved, base-to-tip, over-and-over again. Kevin and Robert soon found ways to entertain themselves—and me. Kevin worked his way around and joined Roland in sucking on my tits. Robert moved around behind me. Scooping up the juices that were flowing from my cunt, he held his lubricated hand against my hole while kissing and fondling my ass as it moved up-and-down Roland's prick. Suddenly, and without much warning, Roland came, squirting his seed inside me. Rising higher myself, but not yet there, I quickly slipped off his still hard but soon to deflate prick and told Robert to fill me from behind. Kevin moved in front and I slurped his dick into my mouth. Rocking back-and-forth, I felt like I had one enormous dick in me, entering my cunt, slicing through my insides, and coming out my mouth. Robert rammed into me, stoking the fire. Roland recovered and crawled in underneath me and began to play with my clit. This pushed me over the edge. I came hard. Almost immediately after, Robert grunted and exploded in my cunt while Kevin announced that he was about to come as well. I took him as deeply as I could and swallowed as he shot off a huge load down my throat. Having two beautiful guys unload into me at the same time was incredibly erotic, but I wanted still more. As Robert pulled out, Roland—still underneath—pulled me down and into his waiting mouth. Sucking up both his and Roberts cum, he licked my cunt and teased my clit with his talented tongue. I drew his dick into my mouth. As I grasped the base with my hand and sucked on his head, he quickly came back to life. I rolled over and motioned for him to take the top. Once again filled with prick, I put out my hands and grabbed the others, pulling them back into the action. As Roland pounded into my cunt, I played with the other's dicks. They, too, became hard quickly. Surrounded by three live erections, I asked Kevin to lay down. Pushing Roland away, I straddled Kevin, but told Robert to fill me again from behind. Once he was well lubricated by my overflowing cunt, I pulled away, impaled myself on Kevin, who's thick prick slipped right in, and asked Robert take me in the ass. With only a little effort, he slid in. I felt immeasurably full. Kevin, slightly thicker than the others, stretched my pussy lips wide. Robert filled my ass. I started move back-and-forth, taking command. I could feel the two cocks moving within my body, seemingly separated by only a thin internal wall. I was stuffed. Not wanting to be left out, Roland straddled Kevin's head and I took him into my mouth. Three pricks, and I felt like I was going to burst. I was on sensory overload. Without warning, I came suddenly. Spasming, jerking, flushing. With hardly a break in intensity, I was lifted again and thrown into the rocks. This time, as I came, Robert was pulled from my ass. Losing control, he came too, shooting onto my cheeks. I felt the warm goo slide down my backside, covering my flaming hole. Next, Roland shot off in my mouth. Considering that he had just cum a brief time ago, he pumped an incredible amount of cum into me. I swallowed, but a lot still overflowed, dripping onto Kevin's chest. Two down, one to go, I now focused my attention on Kevin, whose hard cock was still inside my cunt, urging me on, rubbing against my clit and demanding attention. Finally, Kevin arched his back and groaned, shooting a load that appeared to originate in his toes and creep through his body, leaving him shaking with passion. Seeing him convulse beneath me, feeling his cock swell and explode within me, sent me flying for the third time that afternoon. I collapsed on Kevin, putting my face down in the small puddle of Roland's cum on his chest. I was leaking from every orifice. Sweaty, exhausted, we rested in a heap on the cum-soaked bed. As we recovered, I made once final request. Not knowing where the idea came from, I urged the three of them to stand around me. I reached up and grabbed their cocks, licked some, but asked the guys to masturbate over me. Three cocks quickly snapped back to attention. My hands, their hands, each other's hands were everywhere. Soon, one after another, they shot off, small blobs of cum arching through the air, landing on my face, chest and tits, stomach and snatch. Already dripping form every opening, I was now covered in cum. As the last of the guys moaned their last moan, I convulsed again, my hands rubbing my clit, my passion peaked by the scenery around me, and my senses overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of the afternoon. Exhausted, the guys collapsed with me again. We all held one another and rested in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. After a half hour or so, I reluctantly got up and asked to take a shower. Their cum had turned crusty and dried, pulling my sink taunt. They found a fresh towel and I stepped into the steaming shower. A little while later I walked home in the now cool evening air. Spring Fling Spring Fling: The Woman's Perspective Who vacations at the beach without buying a bathing suit first? I do. Or did, rather. I had everything else planned for my week in the sun: condo, car rental, list of rated restaurants, list of things to see and do if I ever got my butt off the beach. But I hadn't found the right bathing suit. I looked at dozens, but none seemed the right color and the right style. Women know what I'm talking about. Men just buy a pair of baggy shorts in whatever color is in stock and they're out the door in ten minutes. Not us. We have to think about cuts, cup sizes, nipple coverage (wet AND dry) and more. So there I was, two hours after my plane landed, trying on three different bathing suits in the usual cute but over priced island boutique when a breath-taking specimen of the male species came up behind me and asked if he could use the dressing room--the only one in the tiny shop. I was about to say "no", because I hadn't decided on my own suit, but he was soooooo good looking and seemed nice, to boot, so I went into Level One flirt mode and offered to share. Mr. Gorgeous thanked me and offered an unsolicted opinion as he slipped past, an opinion about the coral-colored bandau twist suit I had in my right hand. "Good color". "Thanks. It's a one-piece. I may be too old for a bikini." I practically bit my tongue at the spontaneous admission of age--something women should NEVER do--but it didn't seem to faze Mr. Six-Foot-Threee. I don't know what would faze him, because his shorts dropped, he stepped into his suit and he kept talking all the while about the dangers of being too critical. I hardly heard him because I had a vision about what was swinging behind the swinging door and because I was still focused on my age gaffe and miscellaneous half-thoughts and half-truths about how I usually manage to torpedo myself before I get out of the harbor. No wonder I hadn't had many shipboard romances. Just call me "Ms. Lusitania". Back on land I tried to concentrate on the Mystery Man's bathing suit when he opened the swinging dressing room door. I tried but I failed. His body was just too damn interesting. I caught myself after a second and gave him a thumbs down. The pattern was something that should only be worn by a guy who begins too many sentences with "Dude". Off he went to look at other suits, oblivious to his clothes and the fact that he was wearing only a bathing suit among strangers. I, meanwhile, had come to the conclusion that I was foolish to be flirting with this good-looking who probably had to fight women off. In fact, I drew myself up an extra half-inch in indignation at the thought of it, quickly paid for my coral colored suit before hitting the door. The suit was okay. Over-priced but okay. At least I had one. I left. "He" came running out of the shop with a bag flying horizontal, tucking bills in his wallet. "Hey!!! Wait up!" The moment seemed like a cliched film scene, but this was real and I was the star. Star-like, I raised an eyebrow as he spoke. "Thanks for stopping. I..uh....I'm a little out of breath and a little unsure what to say...but well, I just got here and I don't know anyone on this island and..well, I was wondering if I could buy you lunch?" I wondered what Audrey Hepburn would have said. I said "No thanks". Mr. Perfect became Mr Disappointed in a tenth of a second. In that tenth of a second I saw something real, something good, something that said maybe this wasn't a Ladies Man. I backtracked and smiled. "What about Dutch?" The phrase seemed dated and I wished I'd used another, but at least he understood. And introduced himself. And smiled. "Great. I'm Ben. Ben__________" I introduced myself and as I did, I had the distinct impression that a ride was begining. I flashed back to an old amusement park ride where the last safety bar clicks in place with that hollow "Thwunk" sound and the cars lurch forward. We lurched forward, too. Pretty gracefully, though. We had good food, good talk, sunshine, time and just the right amount of flirting to make me think this could go somewhere "if". If things continued as nicely as they were; if Ben didn't reveal something stupid and awful that showed he was into Scientology or a racist or something that was a drop-dead deal-killer then and there. But he didn't. We had a great lunch, walked around, shopped a little for some souvenirs and postcards, walked to the beach and along the water and made plans to meet for dinner. Yes, dinner. It was all too fast, but this was vacation, and I was having a great time getting to know this--apparently--great guy. Ben was warm, funny and giddy over the fact that his eighty-hour weeks were behind him and a new veternary job began in ten days, a job in a clinic where nobody worked more than fifty hours a week. Two hours later, as I was putting lipstick on, the face in the mirror kept raising doubts. Was this a relationship with a capital "R" or something where the boy went back to Boston and the girl went back to Madison or Indianapolis or wherever? I felt like there was a neon sign flashing in my head that read "Warning: Shipboard Romance" It was so real I half expected the abandon ship horn to sound. But nothing happened. I stared back at the person in the mirror looking for answers. She didn't have one. All she did was sigh and walk out the door. We had a great meal and a great evening, but we were both tired. By 9:30 we were trying to hide our yawns so we called it a night. And while the perfect night might have ended with great sex, this night ended with a kiss and a hug, and another kiss and another hug and the promise of more kisses and more hugs tomorrow. And right there right then for me...it was perfect. The next day went past so quickly it was like we were on Fast Forward. Ben came by at 9:30 and we went off to a small-time bay that featured big-time snorkeling. We checked out the coral and each other. Ben was interested in the coral and the fish, but he also checked me out a time or two or three or four. Secretly I was pleased. My coral-colored bathing suit was holding its own against real coral. We ate lunch at a great spot overlooking the bay, but the food wasn't great. It was awful, actually, but not a total loss. Ben and I played footsie and fed each other a couple pieces of fruit. Later on we napped on beach towels in the shade of a banyan tree. Or maybe it was a Strangler Fig tree. Okay. I don't know what it was, but I do know that swimming makes me tired and I slept. Holding hands with Ben. Later on Ben dropped me off at my condo. He tagged along on the excuse that we still hadn't decided what to do tonight and when. That's when it started getting good. The door hadn't been closed for sixty seconds before we ended up in an embrace. Ben tasted so good when I kissed him that I started getting wet. Or maybe it was his hand firmly caressing the small of my back. I felt that old familiar melting sensation deep inside as he caressed my back, and my sides and my cloth-covered butt. It was too early for sex in any normal relationship, but somehow this place, this guy, this time...well, it was under serious consideration. We fell on the bed and kissed some more, then articles of clothing began dropping on the floor as soon as one of us could be bothered to free a hand to unbutton a shirt or kick off a sandal. We remained in our bathing suits for a few minutes out of modesty, but modesty doesn't last long when someone's hands are beneath your bathing suit pulling your ass cheeks every which way and sucking your exposed nipples erect. I can't remember who lost their bathing suit first, but each of us ended up naked about the same time and both of us ripped off the bedspread and blanket. Joined again in a passionate embrace, we sucked each other's lips and tongues, then moved on to other body parts. I got an ear and a neck. He got an arm and a shoulder. I got a chest. He got a chest. I got a nipple. He got a nipple. And a breast, then the other breast. Then I got a stomach. Then he got a stomach. Then I got a beautiful crimson-tipped penis in my hand and he got his tongue in me. I kissed my way around his soft tip and he licked me deeply, so I licked him and took his warmth in my mouth, swirling my lips around his throbbing, sea-salty dick. He moaned. I moaned louder. My lips slipped back and forth across the ridge on the head of his penis and I tickled the very tip of his manhood with my tongue. In response, Ben mashed his face against my wet vagina and stuck his tongue as far up inside me as it could go. I wiggled lower to get every possible millimeter of that lively, twitching thing inside me. I think I even tried using my vaginal muscles to suck Ben's tongue inside me, but it didn't work. His tongue retreated and he began sucking my labia. I spread my legs wide to give him uttermost access. Ben sucked each little flap of skin again and again and again. I returned his minstrations in kind, swirling and sucking my way along his shaft and balls, taking each one gently in my mouth. I continued by tickling the base of his shaft with my tongue, working my way between his tensing ass cheeks. He did the same for me, moaning in delight as he rubbed his cheeks against mine. Or maybe he was moaning because my lips had returned to his dick and I was sucking him once again. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the pleasure we were feeling, the closeness, the intimacy of each other's arms. Amidst my swirling thoughts, Ben lifted me up on all fours. He kissed his way down my back and massaged my sides with his hands, then slipped his palms beneath me to massage my breasts and gently tease my nipples. Little stars went off before my eyes when Ben toyed with one nipple while stroking my clitoris with his other hand. It was my turn to moan again, and moan I did. Loudly and long, and louder still when two of his fingers cradled my clitoris deliciously and rubbed me dangerously close to the begining of an orgasm. Animal sounds escaped me when I felt the tip of Ben's dick at the entrance to my wet and waiting folds. Just to tease me, Ben left just the tip of his penis inside me, moving back when I attempted to push back and engulf him. Feeling just the tip was frustrating and he knew it. But it was frustrating for him, too, and it wasn't long before I felt his warm piston slip deeper in me, pushing aside the vaginal walls that tried so hard to contract around the firm invader. Inch by inch Ben slipped into me until I felt the base of his penis grind hard against me. We turned and shifted position, him on top. I ground back against him in ecstasy, reveling in the way my clitoris tingled at the contact. I screamed silently with pleasure as Ben withdrew, then plunged deeply into me once again. I grabbed his ass to force him deeper, then he reached beneath me and did the same, holding our bodies tight for an extra moment ot savor the bliss of deepest penetration. We repeated the motion again and again...and again..and when the waves of pleasure picked me up and took me on to orgasm, I was more than willing. My pleasure grew and grew, and I wanted to prolong that feeling forever, yet also experience the delicious moments of orgasm and total release. I tried to hold back, but then I heard Ben's cry of orgasm and felt his hot sperm shoot deep inside me. I gave in to the lust and the yearning in my soul and felt my insides contract on their own. Warmth flooded through me and I cried out in delight as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I gushed wetness, I cried out, I squeezed my legs, I sucked in great unladylike gulps of air. And from this great height I began my slow descent, unlocking my legs from Ben and letting my arched body fall back to the mattress, letting my body go limp. I opened my eyes to find Ben looking at me in delight. He laughed and shook his head in mazement. "Welcome back to earth." Spring Fling Tate sat at the kitchen table in Jessie's small apartment and only half-listened to the conversation between her and Adam. It was spring, and had been many, many months since the night he and Adam had shared her bed. It was time to remedy that. For months, Tate had dated a perfectly nice woman, but it just hadn't worked out between them. Tate wrote it off as being old and set in his ways. Underneath, he knew differently. He knew the only person that could slake his lust was Jessie. Tonight he needed the sweet relief that came only when wrapped in the tight folds of her pussy. He watched the smile that spread over her face and jumped into her eyes at whatever Adam had said. Tate knew they had been fucking pretty regularly lately and could tell by simple body language that it was good for them. They weren't a couple, though, just fuck buddies as she and Tate had once been. Tate was brought out of his reverie by the whiff of Jessie's perfume as she stood to clear the table. "Here, let me help, Jess." He offered, his voice thick with lust. Jessie smiled at Tate, knowing immediately what the tone of his voice meant. She blushed as she pushed back from the table. "Adam, would you be so kind as to put some new music on?" She then headed into the kitchen with a handful of dishes. Tate followed, drinking glasses in hand. As Jessie bent to load the dishwasher, Tate let out a slow breath. She was so damned sexy in her tight little pants and tee shirt. Neither of them spoke as she worked, Tate appreciating the view of the top of her mint green thong peeking over the waistband of the grey yoga pants she wore. His mouth began to water as he watched her bend and stretch, doing the most mundane task of cleaning up. She was plump and sweet ~ the perfect apple to satisfy his hunger. Finally, she finished and straightened, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. She looked at Tate as he leaned against the countertop, his hands dipped into the pockets of his jeans. "So ...." She said, her voice a whisper. "It's been too long." Tate replied. "Yes, it has." Jessie said, looking at him. "You hadn't called, though. I'm not one to make the first move, Tate, you know that." Tate bent his head. He did know that. Jessie's utter submission to him was one of the things that turned him on most. She didn't do that with anyone else. His cock began to stir under his jeans, pressing against the material almost painfully as he looked into Jessie's eyes. For whatever reason, Jessie looked down and could see the outline of his cock growing. A smile spread over her little pink mouth and she took a step toward Tate. "What is it you want, Tate?" she purred, her hand resting on his chest. No words were spoken before Tate dropped his mouth to hers. Her kiss was sweet, soft, and he took from her all he needed. His tongue wrapped around hers, the moan escaping her throat told him she needed this too. He pulled back slightly and lifted her tee over her head, revealing her ample bosom wrapped in a mint green lace bra. His hands roamed over her tits and then headed to her back where he unsnapped the garment and tossed it to the floor. He kissed her again, hungry for the taste of her. With one hand, he undid his belt and then pulled back from Jessie's mouth. "Take it, Jessie. Take it like the good little slut you are." He rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. Jessie immediately dropped to her knees and expertly removed his thick, hard dick from his pants. She gulped him into her mouth, licking and sucking at him as a starving woman to food. Tate's right hand threaded into the hair at the base of her neck and he slowly began thrusting in and out of her mouth. Fucking it as he had fucked her pussy months ago and how he would again tonight. "Yes, yes, ... oh Jessie ... Oh fuck ..." his words went on and on, his head thrown back, driving his cock in and out of her hot little mouth. He would cum quickly this way. He always did. Inside her pussy he'd learned to control his need but her mouth was a different story. His strokes started to grow shorter and, with his hand firmly holding her head still, he began to cum. He shot load after load of fluid into her mouth as her hands gripped his ass so tight she left marks in his skin. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back as his release ended. He slumped back against the counter, and looked down at Jessie. She pulled back from him, sitting on her haunches, wiping at the cum that dribbled from her lips. She was panting, as out of breath as Tate was, when she looked up and saw Adam standing just inside the doorway. "Adam ..." she began, her voice cracking. He looked at her, and then to Tate. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, but said nothing. He simply walked into the living room. Jessie stood quickly, following him and stopped in her tracks when she entered the room. Adam had placed all the throw pillows from her sofa onto the floor. He had lit candles, turned on music, and was now undressing before her, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "C'mere, Jess." He whispered, and she went to him. "Get undressed and then lie on the floor. Prop on the pillows. I want to fuck your hot little mouth too." He said, his voice rough with the command as he removed the rest of his clothing. Jessie's cheeks flushed and her pussy dampened further with the excitement of being told what to do by both Adam and Tate. She pulled her pants and thong off, her feet already bare, and propped her body against the pillows along the front of the sofa. Adam immediately straddled her chest, his semi-erect cock before her face. He leaned against the sofa, his arms holding him up, and then slowly began to push past her waiting lips. Tate watched from the doorway, his cock stiffening again quickly, as Adam started to thrust slowly in and out of Jessie's mouth. Her hands were on his ass, much the same as she had done to Tate, and her legs fell open, giving Tate the perfect view of her pink depths. She'd kept a small thatch of curls at the top of her mound, but her lips were smooth and inviting. Jessie moaned and sighed around Adam's growing cock. He pushed in and out of her mouth slowly, taking his time, enjoying her sweet submission to him. He'd never fucked her mouth before, always let her do the work, but this time was so much better. He loved the feel of her arms around his waist, much as her legs when they were draped there. Her nails digging into his skin, the soft gasp of breath each time he pulled back, were enough to make him want to fuck her harder. Still, he resisted. As Jessie caressed the skin of Adam's backside, she felt her legs being pushed open further, and then felt Tate's hot breath on her skin. Juice ran from her pussy freely, and Tate bent his head to lap at it gently and firmly. Jessie gasped at his touch, and pulled her legs back for better access. Tate licked up the sweet juice from Jessie's body. Her clit was hard against his tongue, straining for release. As his tongue lapped at her slowly, he teasingly inserted one, then two fingers inside her tight, wet depths. He felt her body tense with need, the lust building quickly as he worked her pussy and Adam plundered her mouth. Adam looked back to find Tate between Jessie's legs. He felt the grip on his control steadily slipping as the eroticism of the moment sank into his lust soaked brain. He knew, from what Jessie had told him, that he lasted longer in her mouth than Tate and Tate lasted longer in her pussy than he. He bent his head to hers, whispering, "Is that good, baby? Oh you are such a good little cocksucker." He moaned and continued to thrust in and out of her mouth slowly. The tight little bud of Jessie's clit demanded release. She could feel it running through her like electricity with each lap of Tate's rough tongue. As she glided her tongue over the tip of Adam's cock, sipping the precum collecting there, her breath caught, and she began to slowly grind her pussy against Tate's mouth. Tate groaned loudly as Jessie pressed herself closer to him. She tasted so sweet and yet so tart, and she was deliciously wet. His fingers explored her silky depths, his tongue working over her slowly, but firmly. With the gentle buck of her hips, Tate knew she was close to cumming and when she did, he would slide his cock deep inside and fuck her in the rough way she enjoyed so much. Jessie began to feel the final tightening of her clit and then the headlong rush into the sweet relief as she came. She wrapped her legs around Tate's shoulders and held his mouth against her as each pulse shuddered through her. Her fingers dug into Adam's backside, and he held still, allowing her the pleasure she deserved. As she quieted, Adam pulled from her mouth and sat back against the sofa cushions. Tate took the lead, rolling Jessie onto her belly, and then pulling her up by her hips. "Finish him off and I will fuck you like the little slut you are, Jess." Came his rough command. Jessie, weak-kneed and panting, moved between Adam's legs and took him deeply into her mouth again. She felt Tate's hands on her ass, rubbing the smooth skin of her cheeks, gently pinching the fleshy part in the center. As she began to pump Adam with her hand and her mouth, she felt her hips being parted and the not so gentle invasion of her pussy by Tate's throbbing cock. She fell forward with a soft grunt as the head of Tate's cock pushed past her swollen, still throbbing, lips. Tate grabbed her full hips in his hands, digging slightly, as her tight folds enveloped him. His own breath caught as he sank into her deeply, resting inside her for a moment before slowly stroking in and out. "Yes, oh, god, Jessie, yes." He managed to say, breathless and unable, for the first time in a long time, to hold back. Adam brushed the hair from Jessie's face and held it back. She worked his cock so well, so quickly now, he was ready to cum. "Jess, are you ready?" he whispered as his body tensed and he began cum. He grunted softly as he coated the inside of her mouth, watching her as she licked and swallowed each drop. Tate's thrusts grew faster, Jessie's little box was hot and wet, too damned tight, and feeling so fucking good to him. As she pulled back from Adam's lap and leaned on the sofa cushion, Tate could feel her second orgasm building inside of her. The walls of her pussy contracted, squeezing him tighter still, and he lost control. Bending forward, resting his head on her back and reaching around to grab one of her full, swaying tits, Tate plowed into her, the sound of their grunts and moans filling the tiny room. "Fuck!" he cursed, twisting his fingers in her hair, so desperate to cum, to fill her up just so he could start over with her again. Again, the walls of her pussy contracted and, with a sharp gasp, Jessie cried out with her orgasm. Tate was so deep inside of her, the pleasure/pain of him ripping through her that her orgasm seemed to only bring about more frustration than relief. It was then she felt him begin to jerk. Felt his dick spasm inside her before he shouted out his own release. Jessie fell against the sofa, Tate still wrapped around her body, and closed her eyes. Adam's hand reached over and brushed the hair from her eyes as Tate pressed kisses into her back. Why had they not done this sooner?