0 comments/ 44662 views/ 4 favorites Michael's Visit By: Lauries Husband To my readers… A few years ago, I happened to be in Montreal on business. I had the extreme good fortune to make the acquaintance of a beautiful, thirty-something professional woman. What started as an email friendship soon became a highly erotic attraction and the next time business took me back, we consummated our relationship. The time after that, I bought an apartment there. Not long after that, my old friend (and Laurie's lover) Michael received a commission that moved him to Montreal as well. If there is interest, I will publish some of our exploits… God, it's been so hot lately…if it wasn't for you, there would be no reason to be in Montreal, baking all day in our little pied-a-terre while you are at work. I waste the afternoon, getting high and watching an old movie while I wait. Michael calls sometime in the middle of the afternoon and tells me he wants to talk to you about the last time he saw you. I ask him if he was going to apologize for anything and he laughed in reply. "No," he says, "I just want to talk to her about the clamps and the little fly-swatter. We really didn't say much the other night." So I kind of invite him to drop over later in the evening. Five o'clock comes and goes – the movie is over so I mix a pitcher of frozen margaritas for you and put it in the refrigerator. I smoke another skinny and hop into the shower to rinse off all the accumulated sweat and to get all clean and fresh for you. While I'm under the hot spray, shaving myself smooth for your pleasure, I hear your voice from the other side of the curtain. "Oh God, Steven," your deep, throaty voice immediately sends chills through my flesh and blood surging to my cock, "I swear…there is nothing better than a frozen margarita after work." I pull the curtain back and see you standing there, all pink and flushed from the brutal heat and the frozen drink in your hand, completely naked and totally gorgeous. Baby, I can't tell you what your new body does to me…but I think you can see! You stand there, brazenly on display and the way you take a drag off your cigarette and drop your gaze to my stiff, fat cock makes my knees shake, my love. You are so totally awesome, as proud and pleased with yourself now as I have always been. I get it together enough to answer you. "Well," I tease back, "join me in here and I can show you a few things that are better than a drink, Ter." Reluctantly, it seems, you put the drink down (after a nice long sip) and toss your smoke into the toilet before stepping into the over-sized stall. As soon as the water hits your steaming flesh you are in my arms. It doesn't matter if it's been two hours, two days or two weeks since I've been with you – that first kiss is memorable each time. Your full lips press into mine, so sexy and firm! And then the taste of the liquor and the cigarette on your tongue…so dirty, so decadent and oh so erotic. My arms fly around you and you feel different…definitely noticeably slimmer but really just more toned and firm. You feel so good when I hold you close, chere. My slick, soapy hands find your firm, round breasts sitting perfectly on your chest, my fingers closing around your deep pink nipples and massaging them erect until you start squirming from their sensitivity. You move my hands away and they wind up on your shoulders – you recognize the gentle downward push and you drop your hand to my upward-rising curved prick, all freshly shaved and cleaned for you. "Baise moi, ma petite," I whisper in your ear as you lower yourself slowly to your knees in front of me. You giggle at my bad accent, but it doesn't stop you from taking my hard organ between your lips and into the sucking warmth of your mouth. Once, twice, three times your head bobs up and down, finally capturing all six inches – your lips resting against the skin around my shaft and your fingertips playing gently with my balls. Your tongue is driving me crazy, licking circles around me and playing with the sensitive ridge surrounding the swollen head. I've anticipated this for a long time and the reality is even better than my fantasies. Leaning into the shower spray, my hands braced against the wall in back of you, I start to rise up on my toes and then settle back down, driving my hard, hot cock into the golden opening of your throat. I repeat this over and over as you stop gagging and get used to your throat being invaded. When you are finally relaxed enough, letting my length slip in and out of you at will, I feel your fingers grab my balls and start to press in the same rhythm that I use to fuck your face. When you circle one soapy fingertip around the outside of my ass, I lose control…throw my head back and scream that I am starting to cum. I feel the hot, thick crème start rushing upwards through my cock and out the hole at the tip, surprised to feel myself still within the tight circle of your soft, pillowy lips. I look down and see a sexy gleam in your eyes as you look back up. One gush – a single rope escapes my hard spike before you take me in hand, pull me out of your mouth and then, with the spray of the shower beating down over us, you hold my throbbing prick in front of your face, taking stream after stream of my hot, white cum across your cheeks and lips and around your throat until I am completely spent, totally drained in response to your best blowjob ever. You stand, knees a little shaky – as are mine – and I pull you into my arms again. The gleam is still in your eye as you slowly open your mouth, showing me the single pool of crème sitting on your tongue. You move closer against me, tilting your face for the kiss I know you are dying to give me. I surprise you a little by initiating the deep kiss, opening my lips for you and clearing the way for your tongue to meet mine. And when it does, we moan together as the hot spray rinses the rest of the soap and the cum off of us, leaving us clean and clinging together as the hot water starts to turn cool. "I didn't believe you," you tell me, trying not to giggle as the water cools, "I didn't think you would really do it. Boule de neige? Snowball?" Then you can't help but laugh. "But it's hot…not cold, my love." The cold water forces us out of the shower where I grab a huge white fluffy towel and start to dry your pink, flushed skin. Again, I am blown away by the subtle changes to your body. I can't help myself as my lips follow where the towel has dried you. I work downward, covering your shoulders and then your breasts with hundreds of tiny kisses, stopping to suck your nipples the way you like…softly with just a tiny lick. Then over your flat, firm tummy until I reach the start of your sex, your heated core. I push you back gently until the back of your thighs touch the top of the toilet seat-cover. I lay a towel across the hard, flat surface and sit you down softly, prying your legs apart and pulling you slightly forward. The firm, tanned flesh of your thighs is so seductive, chere. Kneeling between your outstretched legs, I trail kisses and licks up one side and then down the other, occasionally stopping at a particularly delicious spot to take a small bite of your succulent new shape. Through all of this your moans have been a constant music to the rhythm of my lips and tongue. But I can't tease either of us any longer. I take your feet in my hands and place them on my shoulders – I can lean in unobstructed now and taste you, my hands and fingers holding your pussy open so my tongue can go deep. The pure joy that comes with the taste of your sex is almost indescribable. A fresh, tangy citrus, light as the taste of fresh coconut water, refreshes my tongue and moves my soul. I can't get enough, my tongue lapping at your wet slit like a kitten licking fresh cream from a bowl. As I find a rhythm drawing circles around the dusky pink hood that covers your clit, your breathing gets faster and shallower. I suck the little mound of soft flesh between my lips, beating a soft tattoo across the top with the tip of my tongue. Your hips start rocking back and forth, moving the towel across the hard, smooth porcelain seat-cover; your feet dig in to my shoulders as you try to stay in control but you're fighting a losing battle. The fingers of my right hand are holding your beautiful, precious cunt open from the top, giving my tongue access to every square millimeter of your sex. The forefinger of my left hand is sliding inside the tiny hole of your sex, alternating between a rhythmic massage of your G-spot and softly uncovering your clit as finger and tongue work together for your pleasure. Finally, between the steam of the shower and the cold margarita and the tapping from inside you against the top of your pussy walls and my lips drawing your throbbing clit back and forth, you explode in one of your rare but delightful squirting cums, your groans reverberating against the bathroom walls. After you regain your composure, I persuade you to let me finish drying you off and getting you something to wear – we will be staying in on this dreadfully hot evening and there is no reason to be anything but extremely comfortable. I pick out a bone-colored tank top – spaghetti straps holding up a thin jersey bodice – and a pair of low-slung baggy shorts made of the same soft jersey material. The light color looks so sexy against the tanned and flushed coloring of your skin and even though you don't normally like your breasts and nipples on display, the soft jersey clings so nicely, it's so hot…and we are home alone. I leave you to finish your routine and get dressed myself in loose shorts and a T-shirt before I prepare the crusty bread to go with the Salade Niçoise I had assembled earlier, trying to keep your new shape and diet in mind. When you return to the kitchen for a cold refill from the pitcher of margaritas in the refrigerator, I am blinded by your beauty and your total appeal. The contrast between the light ivory color of the soft, clingy jersey and the dusky rose of your moist flesh is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen; the highlighted contour of your breasts and darker pink of your nipples only makes the image of you as Sex Goddess more complete. Dinner is easy and delicious – the salad is a perfect repast in this oppressive heat and the bread, fresh from my favorite patisserie, is always a treat. It takes us a long time to eat, talking and laughing about things we have done since we last saw each other. Funny, though, the one thing you leave out is any reference to Michael and the night the three of us shared a few weeks back. Still, we have a good time, casually mixing drinks, food, cigarettes and a couple joints until you are slightly drunk and I am very high. After doing our best to clean up, I make another pitcher of margaritas and bring it along with two fresh glasses into the lounge. I pour one for you and add an iced tonic and lime for myself before lighting a joint from the ashtray on the end table right before relaxing into the corner of the plush leather couch. When you join me in the lounge, I have a cigarette lit for you and soft samba rhythms are playing in the background. Leaning back against the corner pillows, my left leg is bent down with my foot on the floor while my right leg is stretched along the couch where the seat cushions meet the back. I smile and invite you to sit with me so we can continue our conversation. You take the cigarette and the drink and sit down between my legs, your head resting against my chest and your back leaning into my stomach. The clean smell of your skin from the shower rises off of you – it makes me drunk with desire for you. I take a hit of the joint and while I hold in the smoke, I stroke the tender flesh of the inside of your thighs, drawing my fingertips softly upwards until they disappear under the hem of your baggy gym shorts. "Mmmm," I acknowledge your lack of panties with appreciation, 'very nice, chere." You moan back as one finger slips in to your tiny pussy hole to start a quick massage. My free hand works free of your shorts and finds your perfect tit under the soft, clingy jersey halter top. Kissing the side of your neck, I casually mention that Michael had called – I had emailed earlier and told him I would be in town. Immediately, I feel some tension in your neck and shoulders. "Relax, chere," I say to you softly. "He said he wanted to talk to you about the other night…the things he did…the things he made." Carrying on, unaware of what had happened in my absence, I continue. "I think he feels badly – he got a little carried away at the end…I don't think he really meant to, well…you know, treat you exactly that way, love." As I spoke, I felt your nipple get hard and long in my fingers and your pussy was getting wetter second by second. You turned around and kissed me as hard and as deep and as sexily as I've ever been kissed. It seemed like an eternity passed before you pulled your lips back from mine and I didn't want it to end even then. You turned back again, facing away from me. You took my left hand and slid it under your halter, back on the firm, moist flesh of your breast. Then you slid my right hand back under the hem of your shorts until my fingertips were playing in your wet slit. Softly, from a faraway place, I hear your voice. "I know, my love." "What?" Not sure I heard correctly. It must have been so hard for you, chere - to take this chance…to gamble on how well you know me. "Steven, I've…uhm…I mean we…errr…" You stop and gather yourself, remembering how you had thought this all through before. "What I mean to say is…" your voice is quietly confident, almost self-possessed, "I've spoken to Michael since then." You press your hands on top of mine. "Actually, I met him…here…one night last week." My heart stopped cold. The only sensation I could feel was a void where my stomach had been. "Did he call you?" the first thing out of my mouth surprised us both. "No, my love…" You turned your head and just the expression on your face – the glare of lust in your eyes – was enough to start the blood flowing to my cock. "I called him." You kiss me and our mouths sizzle when we touch tongues. "I really like him, Steven." Your eyes burn through mine, searching for something and finding it. "I told him I wanted to see him again. To talk, you know?" Your fingers found the base of my stiffening root and grabbed hard around it. "Wow, it seems this is really turning you on, Mr. S.!" You start a dirty giggle as you squeeze my sac between your fingers. "Is it true…what he said? That he made you a cuckold? That you liked it?" Just as I started to answer, the doorbell rang and we both heard the door open and close and then the footsteps getting closer. You jumped up, quickly straightening your outfit by running your hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples, and then settling the shorts as low on your hips as they could possibly be. You are sex personified. Michael walks into the lounge, his expression frozen in desire as he sees you in the halter and shorts. You walk directly into his arms and lean your breasts into his thin, muscular torso as you tilt your head towards his for a kiss. I see it immediately – just as you want me to. The swagger in your hips when you got up off the couch and glided over to him. The flirty shake of your long, lustrous hair just before he wraps his powerful arms around you. And finally, the way the tip of your tongue sneaks out to moisten your welcoming lips as you expect his kiss. I can't take my eyes away from the two of you – it is clear that you have more than recovered from any trauma from the last time the three of us were together, chere. You fit into his embrace so effortlessly and my friend holds you in a comfortable, familiar way as your lips meet. I need only to see your kiss to know that you have told me the truth – you have been together…without me. Once again, I realize, my childhood friend and oldest companion has taken the pussy I thought to be mine. As if proving the point, he turns you around, displaying his hands over your soft, form-fitting tank top, kneading your hot, firm breasts as he smiles in greeting, finally, to me. "How hard is your cock right now?" he asks me with a knowing little grin. I can't say anything – it's hard enough to show, straining against the front of my shorts. He 'stage whispers' in your ear, "What did I tell you, Ter? He must have some deep feelings for you, babe." He smiles and shakes his head at me. His right hand slides off your swelling tit and very slowly down the front of your loose shorts – I don't know who he is torturing more, you or me. You turn your face back to him and give him a lingering kiss as his hand and fingers move across the smooth mound under your shorts. Without his hand covering your top, I witness your excitement as your thick, dark pink nipple grows under the soft jersey. "Why do you say that?" you ask him breathlessly. He turns your face back around to me; your eyes are lust-filled glaring slits and your hand covers his as he starts fingering your cunt just three feet from my rock-hard cock. "He and I have fucked the same girls, then women, since we were 15 years old," he says, still pumping his finger slowly in and out of your steaming box. "Only one other woman made him so hard when I kissed her…and he married her." His hand started moving faster and your reactions were getting much stronger, moaning in time to the thrusting of your hips. And then, as if your arousal meant nothing to him, he took his hand out of your shorts and off your breast. He gave you a short kiss, and told you to get him some ice water. And even before a small protest could come out of your mouth, he reached behind you and SMACK!!! His open hand landed flat against the perfect curve of your lower ass cheek…not hard, but done properly so it sounded hard and it startled you. "Go," he motioned with his long, artist's fingers towards the kitchen, "I'm thirsty, Ter." You looked at him – he was watching me the whole time. You looked at me – my cock was pushing a hole through the cloth and my eyes kept shifting between his knowing smile and your expanding nipples. I think I heard a groan coming from you as you turned away to fetch his drink. "Jesus fuckin Christ, man," you hear his obscene chuckle as you get a glass to fill with ice, "she turns you on as much as your wife, doesn't she?" I know you can't hear my answer, but he sees me nod in agreement. "You want the full treatment, don't you?" Again, all you can hear is the question and the dirty little laugh that accompanies it. But again, he sees the nod of my head. By the time you come back with his drink, Michael has stripped off his T-shirt and his jeans. He is resting comfortably on the couch, exactly where I was before he came through the front door. This was not lost on you, my love. You look gorgeous but confused. We can see you stopped to freshen your makeup and slip into your high-heel backless sandals. The shape of your legs where your trim, toned thighs slide up into your shorts is devastatingly hot. At that moment, I want nothing more than to cum all over your legs and splash the last few ropes across your shaved pussy. Truth be told, I know you put them on for him…he's always liked his women in high heels. More truth? That you did it for him makes my cock even harder and longer. Michael's Visit I think your confusion comes from the fact that while he is now lounging comfortably, dressed only in a pair of black silk boxers, I am across the room, carefully folding his jeans and shirt and hanging them over a chair. "Steven?" You start to question exactly what is happening, but Michael pulls you towards the couch. He takes the water glass out of your hand and turns you around, bringing you to rest between his legs, your back to his bare chest in almost the same position we were in earlier. "Mmmmhhhmm, that's right, babe," Michael moans deeply as you settle in against him, deep in the cushions of the soft leather couch. I look up, intrigued and slightly amused. I remember the first and the last time I called you babe…your teeth marks on my cock lasted for a week! But now, as I move closer to experience your reaction to this faux pas, all I see is your hands caressing his long muscular legs and all I hear from you is a moan that matches his. "Steven," you look at me with heavy eye-lids and your smoky voice draws the pre-cum from my erection, "come here, my love." I finish with his clothes and as I make my way back to the couch, I take a moment to dim the lights a little and turn up the bass on the stereo. When I get to your side, the tent in my shorts is obvious to everyone. Your left hand moves off his well-defined thigh and up to my crotch. I feel your fingers cradling my balls, squeezing ever so slightly. "Was everything he told me the truth, Steven?" Your deep whisper sends shivers up and down everyone's spine, chere. I feel like I'm going to pass out from the extreme pleasure and, at the same time, the paralyzing humiliation of the truth. "I…unghh…" the moan escapes my lips as you press your thumb into my balls, "I wasn't there, love. I don't know what he told you." My face is deep red; I know it from the heat waves in front of my eyes. But still, I can see it in your eyes. You know that everything he told you was true and you shiver through a small climax at the realization, knowing how I feel about submitting that way for a woman I hold so close. You are perfection, right here right now. From the way your long hair picks up the candlelight from around the room and the sexy, half-open look of your eyes to the way your soft, light-weight jersey top and shorts cling to and contrast with the dusky, tanned and moist flesh they barely cover and hardly conceal. "I'll tell you what he said…in a minute. First, though…" Your voice has picked up a haughty quality to compliment the earthy, sexy, low natural tones. It only makes me harder and I'm afraid that a wet spot will soon be visible on the front of my shorts. "First, though, I want you to get me a fresh drink." I start to pick up your glass, but your hand closing around my swollen sac stops me cold. I look and you have a strange, faraway look in your eyes and a half-smile on your lips. "Before that, Steven…" your eyes close as you speak so softly, "take my shorts off…I want to feel Michael's silk boxers against my skin." And so it starts again. "Oh, Jesus, girl!" The low rumble of Michael's laughter brought a flood of memories rushing back. The circumstances weren't exactly the same, but the feelings and emotions certainly seemed familiar. "You really were paying attention the other night, clever girl." I hadn't doubted you before, when you said you had been with him, but this – his confirmation – seemed to buckle my knees. I needed a joint – I needed to slow my heartbeat down – your presence was just too exciting and I wanted to move slowly for everyone's pleasure. Michael saw what I was doing and told you to relax for a minute. "He'll take care of both of us" he laughed again, "any way we want, babe." I lit a skinny and took a long drag. My eyes swept over your long, shapely legs from the turn of your calf to the soft, vulnerable flesh at the top of your inner thighs. From where I'm standing, I can see under the hem of your shorts. I find myself staring at the sweet, naked mound almost covered by the soft cloth. I could easily spend half my time with you just making out…if you would let me spend the other half eating you out. I hand the joint to my friend and drop to my knees between your legs. Softly, slowly, my fingers walk up your trim, toned, satin-smooth legs until they reach the elastic waistband of your gym shorts. They are so low on your hips; I only pull them down an inch before the shaved mound of your pussy – my cunt – comes in to view. While Michael's left hand is back on your captivating breast, his right slides down your torso, trailing the shorts by inches. As the crinkled jersey material clears your lower lips, his fingers find a home in your hot, moist slit and you moan like you're being fucked by a god. I peel your shorts down your long, flawless legs and over your sandals, leaving you naked from the waist down, your beautiful ass resting on his silk boxers. And knowing my friend of so many years, I am positive your ass is resting on his long, hard silk-covered cock, his full length nestled between your sweet cheeks. As I straighten up, leaving your shorts hanging off the side of the couch, I am mesmerized by the sight of Michael's fingers churning in and out of your wet pussy as your ass grinds against him. You beckon me closer, you eyes half-open and a soft moan escapes your moist lips. Your hand reaches out and finds the final humiliation of the cuckold – the cock hard and excited at the sight of another man with his woman. Your fingers find my sac once again and you apply just enough pressure to keep me under your control. "Steven," your voice was smoke and mirrors, words and emotions coming from everywhere and nowhere, "last week he fucked me like a little whore; he made me scream as I came over and over again." Then, as if perfectly scripted, you turn your head and your lips meet his in a burning, passionate kiss. Your body meets his every time his fingers thrust up inside your cunt. Another deep moan and you break the kiss. Speaking to me but still looking into his eyes, your voice drops down to a deep, throaty whisper. "And then he ate me out, Steven until I came again in his mouth and all over his face." Your face came around slowly, your tight, trim torso moving like a languorous stretching cat. And your smile…God, T…it made me hard as a rock when you looked deep into my eyes. "He ate your pussy, Steven." You giggle as you squeezed my balls. "Nobody eats me like you do, baby…eat me now." Your fingers bring me to my knees in front of you. You are spread wide, your left leg over Michael's thigh, opening yourself up for a deep cleaning. The aroma of your sex is intoxicating, escaping from the beautiful, spreading lips before me. There is nothing that can stop me from devouring you, chere. I slide my hands up the smooth, soft inside of your thighs spreading them even farther apart; the pearlescent pink insides draw me closer and before I know what's happening, my face is buried in your smooth, hairless pussy and my tongue is lapping away at your core. "Keep eating her, Steven," Michael groans as my tongue finds the little pink hood that covers your clit. "Every time you touch her, her ass cheeks squeeze my cock…fuck man…its heaven." Another groan erupts as I lodge my tongue as far up your hole as I can reach, but I can't tell if it's him or you. You taste wonderful, my love – I can't get enough. I look up and he's moved your soft jersey top with his hands and his long, strong fingers are kneading your breasts and playing with your thick, lengthening nipples. Watching him play with you like that starts a stream of pre-cum leaking out of my dick and I know I am losing control quickly. I lick from your clit to the dusky rosebud of your perfect ass and my tongue encounters a long, thick pole. Barely obscured by his silk boxers, Michael's cock is at full strength and his musky aroma is competing directly with yours for my attention. Unable to stop myself, my tongue leaves you momentarily to find the soft skin of his shaved sac. "Fuck, YES!!!" His scream starts from deep inside. "Peel them off, dude…make me hard and wet for your girlfriend – you know you've been dying to for so long…" He reaches down your sides and lifts your hips until you are clear of his lean, muscular form. Grabbing the black silk boxers by the waistband, I rip them down his long legs and over his feet. He settles you back down on top of him – this time, though, his hard organ stands proudly in front of your beautiful sex. Knowing exactly what it means for both of us, I take him between my lips and into my mouth. "Oh, Jesus!" The short, high-pitched scream fades quickly as you bend over to take a much more intimate peek. Unable to take your eyes away, I barely hear your commentary. "God, lover, you weren't shitting me! He's sucking your dick, Michael…Oh my God! This is so fucking hot!" Your words become moans and groans as my fingers move back to your hot little pussy and start tracing tiny circles around your throbbing clit. You stare open-mouthed at my head, bobbing up and down, taking almost all of his length between my lips. "Fuck, man…I'm so fuckin hard. You know what to do with it now, don't you?" I can feel your cunt start to flood at the mere presence of a hard cock so close as your newest lover continues to moan and speak at the same time. "Just like with Laurie, buddy…make me nice and wet…then put me inside Teri's cunt." My heart was pounding so hard I could barely make out the words. I slid him out of my mouth, leaving him covered in my saliva. And then taking him in hand, I rubbed his dark, red cock-head against the slick insides of your hot slit. When both of you started yelling at me, your frustration palpable, I angled him back until he was poised at the entrance of your cunt. With one knee up on the bed, supporting me, I rise just enough to wrap my free arm around your shoulders, give you a deep, hot, sexy kiss and then push down – driving you on to his hard, thick cock. You don't stop until you have taken him all, your smooth shaved mound resting against his pubic bone. A gasp from you and a deep moan from him and there you are – fucking my oldest friend – not more than ten inches from my face. I can't remember ever feeling more excited. My hands seem to move by themselves, tugging the zipper and dropping my shorts to the carpet beside the couch and then peeling my shirt away, leaving me in the same naked condition as Michael. You, of course, have deliberately kept your sexy sandals on – it occurs to me that you draw some strange, erotic power from them tonight. But the thought is lost as the feelings of pure desire start to rock my body and I can't help but drop to my knees between the spread thighs of my lover and the even further spread legs of my oldest and closest friend. Heart pounding and feeling that each breath might be my last, I move my face even closer to your molten core. The heat radiates against my flesh even as small droplets of soft white liquid seem to fill the air between us. As Michael senses my close scrutiny, he slows his thrusting dramatically – knowing I will be witness to every slick, shiny millimeter of hard cock that he slides into your hot, pink pussy. I groan for him when he jams his hard meat so far up your wet, smacking cunt that your lips seem to widen enough to take in the top of his sac. I am on automatic – there is no right or wrong, good or bad – I move to the sex that seems to control all of us. My flat, hungry tongue starts at his scrotum where it is between your swollen lips and glides north until I find the soft, dark pink hood that covers your throbbing clitoris. I suck the soft and pliant flesh between my lips and you gasp, out of control at all the sensations attacking you at once. The gasp seems to wake Michael from his slow-motion and his thrusting becomes too fast for me to stay attached to you. I back away and once again take the time to stare into your beautiful face – straining now with all the pleasure and emotions of incredibly intense sex. I've never seen you more excited and entranced by what you were creating around yourself. And as you bounced up and down on his cock, it seemed that all you could do was stare at me, your eyes digging deep into my soul. You're moaning and groaning from Michael's powerful fucking turns to strained, hoarse whispers. "He's fucking my pussy, Steven…your pussy. Mmmmhhh!!! It feels fantastic! You like watching Michael fuck me don't you?" Your eyes, like burning coals, move to my erection, now leaking pre-cum in a steady stream. "You like giving my…pussy away…for your pleasure, don't you…Steven??" So hard for you to speak – my friend is pounding your cunt harder and harder and then soft and romantic as spring rain. Still, through it all, you continue to taunt me. "OHHHH Stevennnnnn!!! God, his cock feels so good." Your smile transforms to a sexy, slutty smirk. Looking right into my eyes – you grab his exposed erection and pull him completely out of you. I can hardly breathe as I see your combined juices running the length of his slender, veiny cock and coating your inner lips at the same time. Lovingly you stroked him and ask me, "Has he always been longer than you, my love?" A quick turn of your head and your lips lock onto his. For a moment you turn back to me, seeing my bright red face. "If you like watching me get fucked, why don't you put him back inside me, Steven?" You both laugh softly as you feel my hands manipulate your genitals back into position. By now your pussy is so wet from the fucking my old friend is giving you, I can hear the wet sounds as your ass slaps against his crotch. Finally, he speaks. When his cock is buried so deep inside your pussy he is rubbing your cervix, he says, "She's been a real good girl, old friend." He couldn't help but chuckle. "C'mon. Don't be mad at her - she can't help it if her cute little pussy is in constant need of attention." And truth be told, I have to agree. There is none cuter…or hungrier. I see his fingers leave your swollen nipples atop your firm, round breasts and reach down to rub your clit as his cock thrusts in and out of your tight, clutching cunt. He rubs the area around your clit faster and faster in a circular motion. You tell him, sharply, to stop. The whole time your eyes never leave mine and your hand brushes him away. You turn quickly, kiss him to prevent any hard feelings, tell him to wait a minute – this is something you both should enjoy. You get as comfortable as you can, resting your back against his trim, muscular chest. You're sliding up and down his hard, slick penis as you call me over by crooking your finger in my direction. Your voice gets low, slow, and smoky as you start speaking to your newest lover. "I love the way you fuck me, Michael. I don't think your old friend will have any problem with you and me together when he's back home." You moan against his chest and your fingers rub his balls with tender affection. You look at me with the unasked question in your eyes. "Yes," I sigh. I take the time to light a joint and take a deep drag. "Better my friend than someone I don't know." You giggle as you half-turn to kiss him again. "You were right, lover – that's exactly what you said he'd say!!!" But your eyes get smoky and dark again, signaling a return to a lustier place for you and us. "But, Michael…I have to say…he eats pussy better than you." I can see you squeezing your smooth, puffy cunt around his cock, grinding on his maleness and making him feel fabulous. "Now, he's gonna do his special trick…only…" I am breathless waiting for your instruction, "he's gonna need your help, too." You motion me to my knees in front of your spread legs and cock-filled pussy. The aroma from your combined lubrication is intoxicating, drawing my face closer and closer to the heat of your loins. You sound like you're trying to give a lecture or something, explaining a particular technique. "You see," you tell Michael, "my clit is very small – it never really comes out from its hiding place." A cute little giggle turns into a moan as he thrusts his cock way up inside you. "Your friend has found the most stimulating way to please me." Turning your face to his, you continue, "He uses his tongue…curled up like this…to slide under the hood…" and then you french-kiss him and my heart explodes because I know how special that kiss feels when it is you and me. You break the kiss and turn back to me, smiling as though nothing has happened. "Then, he uses his fingertip to massage my little clit from underneath and along the side." You giggle again – neither Michael nor I know where you seem to be going with this and I take another hit of the joint. "But tonight, lover, he is going to eat me…using your beautiful cock-head to help massage me." You bat your eyes theatrically at my friend. "I know that sometimes, if he's not very careful, his tongue will be all over you." You giggle again. "That's okay, isn't it, lover?" Michael rolls his eyes in obvious amusement. Suddenly, the giggling and light voices have stopped. You sound like the Dark Mistress again. "Do it, Steven…eat me…now!" Your eyes are again like burning coals as you direct the action for your pleasure. I lean forward, my tongue leading the way, licking slowly up the moist crease between your left thigh and where it meets your delectable pussy. I repeat the same action on your right side, this time making sure you can feel my tongue making contact with your labia and Michael's erect organ. While he is still wedged up inside you, filling your cunt with hard cock-meat, I start to swirl my tongue around your sensitive little nub. "Enough," you groan as I burrow the curled tip around your hood. "Take him out, Steven…please…God, I need to cum!" I pull him gently out of the hot, wet pool of your sex – his hard, thick cock feels so good, so natural in my hand that my own cock starts leaking pre-cum. I feel your eyes burning into my flesh as you watch me take just the tip of him between my lips and suck your juices from his hot prick-flesh. Then I return my tongue to where you want it – wrapped around your throbbing clit. And this time, taking my friend's prick in my hand, I use him to rub against and around, up and down over your tender bundle of sex nerves. Between the silky feeling of his cock-head, the knowing, practiced maneuvers of my experienced tongue, and Michaels' fingers pulling and twisting your swollen nipples, your body peaks and a wave of electric shock spreads throughout your flesh. You scream your ecstasy as your stomach muscles contract and your pussy spasms in pure delight. Your excitement is so contagious that Michael's cock spurts pre-cum over your clit and my tongue. I can't remember ever being so turned on by going down on anyone. I fall back down to the carpet and when he can, Michael scoots out from beneath you and hands me a joint before getting you a fresh margarita. Minutes pass as we all catch our breath and try to return to normal. Michael is sitting on the couch, still playing with your nipples and rubbing the firm flesh of your flat tummy. He looks down at me and smiles. "Does she always cum first?" We chuckle together – in one previous session, he already has you pegged. My old friend looks down at you and continues, "I'm sure Steven would like some fun, too." He stops pulling your tits and I can see the disappointment in your face. Clearly, he has found your penchant for a little pain with your pleasure. Michael's Visit He takes your hand and guides you to the floor where he makes you lie down on your back. You wait in eager anticipation as to what he will do next. "Her mouth should not be going to waste, friend" he says to me. Then turns to you and says, "Spread your legs for me and open your mouth, little one." He is totally erect again and your eyes don't stray from his long, curved cock. You do as you are told. This was an order, and you know better than to disobey orders. Satisfied with how he has positioned you, he turns to me. "Well? Don't you want those beautiful lips covering your cock, Steven?" We look at each other with bright, wide-open eyes. One smooth motion puts me on my knees, just behind your beautiful face. My cock swells at the thought of being entrenched between your lips and in your mouth. Michael drops to his knees, between your spread and inviting legs, his long cock already curved to match the soft, hot interior of your cunt. We slap hands in a high five and together, we put ourselves into you. "Umpffhhh" and "Unggghhh" and "Arrrggghh" are all we hear from you – your mouth full of my hard cock pounding your tonsils and your cunt full of my friend's as he pounds your pussy with all his strength. When we fuck you together, it feels like if we were each an inch longer, our dicks would meet in your middle. When we counterthrust, one pushing in while the other pulls out, it feels like your insides will be stretched out of shape forever. You have never felt so completely and deliciously full in your entire life. I look at your face closely, caringly, as Michael and I fuck you together. I see how much it thrills you…I see how much you are loving the experience… I see there is something missing and immediately, I know how to fix it. I look down at you again, slowing the movement of my prick against the back of your throat. As I slow down, he does the same until we are both inside you – hard but still – and you are silent until SMACK! I slap the side of your round, firm tit with my open palm. You let out a small shriek and a single tear starts to form in your eye. Michael looks amazed and then SMACK! His open hand slaps your other breast and again, a sharp cry escapes your lips. "Fuck me, man!" he exclaims, "Her pussy grabbed my dick…both times!!" He raised his arm again, but I stopped him. "You're on the right track, old friend…but we can't mark her where it could show." I look down at you with a grin. "I got a better idea." I pull my hard-on out of your mouth, giving your jaw a chance to relax. I tell Michael to exit your pussy as well. He looks at me with a little doubt – clearly the man likes fucking you, my love. I lean close and whisper softly, my mouth next to your ear. "My turn now, love…and I can't wait!" Our lips meet for an instant and then more directions. "On your hands and knees, my little whore…" While you roll over, into position, I tell Michael that we shouldn't be doing the work – you should. Once you are ready, on your knees with your hot, sexy ass thrust back at my friend and your mouth wide open and waiting for cock, we take you. SMACK!!! Michael's open palm leaves a rosy imprint on your firm, round ass and it makes your cunt start to cream and your breath shallow. SLAP!!! You feel the heat of my stiff prick slap against the side of your face and slide along your wet, swollen lips. When I push my prick over your tongue and into the back of your throat, I back you up onto Michael's hard cock. Then he plunges his full length into your wet cunt and he drives you forward, making you swallow my prick all the way into your throat. Together, we skewer you between us – no where to move to escape total penetration front and back. When you realize you are trapped between us, all resistance melts away; your throat opens wide for me and your pussy dilates enough to take him completely. Time seems to stand still as you get royally and completely fucked, my love. At that moment in time, you are nothing more than two holes to be used for our pleasure – you already had yours and you know that you are only here for us as we move in and out of you. Sweat pouring down our naked torsos, he and I push and pull you between us, bringing us closer to the release you found earlier. Sometimes together, sometimes not, but we both speed up our efforts until the only outcome is the inevitable pouring of our thick, white cum into both your holes leaving you as used as the slut you want to be in your darkest dreams.