4 comments/ 364226 views/ 8 favorites A Summer Afternoon By: SexyChele * * * * * Click Here to listen to SexyChele read this story. (10 min/RealMedia) Walking into the room, I notice the dimness from the closed blinds. I feel the air stirred by the single fan, swinging gently from side to side, its blades moving the hot, heavy air. Outside the sun blazed in the mid-afternoon heat. In here, the dimness made the room seem cooler. Approaching the bed, I see him sleeping, the sheet tossed lightly over his body. A fine sheen of sweat covers his brow, and his dark hair clings to his temples. Quietly, I pull the tank top over my head, the fan drying the sweat that had just begun to accumulate on my body. Softly kicking off the sandals I wore, I undo the button and zipper on my shorts, letting them fall softly to the floor. Walking gracefully and quietly across the room, I approach the bed and continue to look down. His face calm with sleep, his smooth chest rising and falling with each breath, one arm slung across the pillow, the other across his body. Looking lower, I see one leg has eased out from the sheet and is lying atop it. Sinking down onto the bed, not wishing to disturb or wake him, I feel the soft coolness of the sheets as they press against the back of my thighs. Clutching the sheet, I lift it gently and slide my legs under its surface. Rolling onto my side, I brace myself on one elbow looking down at the man still asleep. Bending lower I press my lips to his forehead, and feel the moist heat that is there. I taste the slightly salty sweat and feel the dampness of his hair. Suddenly, his body rolls towards me and his arms engulf me, pulling me to him. His eyes are still closed, yet there is a smile that plays on his full lips. Moving lower, I let my lips trail down between his eyes and along his nose until I reach the tip. Moving away slightly, I notice his face reaching up, his lips pouting slightly. I notice his eyelids moving and know that sleep has left him. Trailing my fingertips from his temple down the side of his face, I make my way to the full lips and feel them purse against my fingertips. Moving my hand away, I move closer, my lips brushing his. I feel his lips move under mine, and feel his arms crush me to him. Giving in to both of our desires, I sink down onto the bed. One arm moves under his neck, the other slides around his waist. I feel his tongue pressing against my lips, begging entry. Moving my lips against his, I part them and allow this gentle invader to slide past. Feeling the warm moistness of his tongue, my own rises up to greet it, playing and dancing with his. I feel his body shift, and his weight feels welcoming as he presses me into the mattress. Clutching at his back, I pull him towards me, his lips crushed against mine. I feel the sweat on his back, my hands slipping over his skin until the fan’s movement can dry the wetness. Running my fingers through his hair, I feel the heat from his scalp, and begin to massage the flesh, feeling the softness of his hair between my fingertips. His hands run the length of my body, and I shiver despite the heat. As he runs his hand back up to my breast, I feel the nipple harden in expectation. And soon, he begins to knead my breast, his thumb flicking at the nipple, causing it to rise to greet him. As our lips part, I see his eyes open and smile into their brown depths. I feel his lips along my throat and toss my head back to truly feel the softness of his lips and tongue against my skin. I feel his lips across my breast, and then his tongue gently circles the nipple, teasing it, making me arch my back to him, begging him softly with my lips. Looking down, I see his eyes looking up at me, and then watch as his lips surround my nipple, sucking it between his teeth. Gasping as I feel his tongue lash at the flesh, I run my fingers through his hair, pushing him to me. I feel his hands on my back urging me forward, urging me towards him. I cry out softly as his teeth grab at the nipple, pulling it from my body, even as my fingers grasp his head. In my urgency, I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling him towards me. I feel his need, his hardness pressing against my sex. I know we both want our needs, our wants, our desires fulfilled. I move my hips towards him, urging him to enter me. While at the same time, I feel his body pull slightly away from me, and I see the smile in his eyes. Lifting his head from my breast, I kiss him hard, and I am rewarded by feeling his cock twitch and jerk against me. I feel his lips press against me, his moans mingling with mine. I feel one of his hands on my breast, the other in my hair, pulling on it causing my scalp to tingle. Moving my lips to his jaw, kissing him along to his ear, I grab his ear lobe between my lips and suck. Then I move my tongue along the outer edge of his ear, and feel his body tremble. Gently kissing the inside of his ear, I feel the dampness that has once again started with our exertions. “Fuck me, baby,” I whisper urgently. “Shove your cock in my pussy, and fuck me. I want you so bad, right here, right now. Please, baby. Please fuck me.” His raises his head and I know he wants to hold back, to make a sweet torture for us both. Yet, I stroke his face, reaching up to place a kiss on his chin. “Please, baby,” I whisper just above the sound of the fan. “I need you and want you so badly.” Reaching between us, I grab his cock, hard, stiff, and throbbing. I place it at the entrance to my pussy, my hips already thrusting up to him, my legs wrapped around him tightly. I watch as he raises himself up on his elbows, his hips rising slightly. I feel him begin to push into me. I feel my lips spreading, opening. My wetness allows him to enter me fully, his thickness causing a groan to escape my lips. He stays there, teasing both of us with the feeling of his cock sheathed inside my pussy. Then I begin to feel him move. His strokes are long, slow. He pulls his cock almost from me, before he slowly sinks it in once again. My hands run over his arms and shoulders, grabbing at his back, lifting myself to him, feeling him. His lips are slack, his eyes slightly closed. I feel the muscles in his body clenching and flexing from his movements. Slowly he increases his speed, his hips beginning to move faster, my legs pulling him towards me. I rotate my hips as I begin to feel him piston his cock in and out of my pussy, my back arched, a smile of pleasure on my lips. Suddenly, he stops and I feel his body moving away. I open my eyes to watch him grab first one leg and then the other, placing them over his shoulders. I run my hands up his thighs, my smile encouraging him. He begins to pump faster, and now his cock is fully entering me. My grunts of pleasure match his own. Our bodies become slick with a thin sheen of sweat, and I see it bead on his forehead. I move my hand between us, my fingers searching out my clit, swollen and engorged. Rubbing and pinching it, I see him look down to watch, his hips moving faster. Reaching behind me, I insert a finger into my ass and am able to feel his cock pounding my pussy. Pressing my finger against the thin membrane, I start to rub his cock in the same way I rub my clit. His movements become faster and harder. His cock pounds me until I feel he is drilling straight through my body. I feel my body building towards an orgasm, and I begin to tremble. My legs grab at his shoulders, and I know I’m going to cum. “Cum with me, baby,” I cry out into the hot, dim room. “Spray your cum deep inside of me!” I feel my body going over the edge, total pleasure washing over me as my body stiffens at first, then begins to convulse. I hear his grunts, and then I gasp as he plunges into my pussy. I feel his body shake and tremble, his cum spurting into my depths. As we both sink back to earth, I run my hands over his body, watching as he catches his breath. He releases my legs from his shoulders, and falls heavily onto me. I welcome his weight, the feel of him, and press his head against my shoulder. His quick, warm breathing feels soft against my neck, and I clutch his body next to mine. I feel his arm drape across my body, and clutch me to him. Smoothing his hair back from his forehead, I once again press my lips to the hot, moist skin. “Are you okay, baby?” “Yeah, I’m more than okay,” he barely breathes. “Good, cause naptime is over.” I feel his body rise up, then feel his lips cover mine, his tongue once again searching. And I realize I can’t wait for the coolness of evening. A Summer Afternoon It was really too warm a day to be gardening and I perspired gently as I worked. The exercise made me feel well with the world and happy to tackle jobs I had been meaning to do for a long time. The day that I had taken off work had given me the opportunity to do them and, as I came to the end of what I wanted to do, I heard footsteps behind me. “Hi there,” she said, “I thought that I would bring this back while I remembered.” I turned, embarrassed to be stripped to the waist, and greeted a grinning brunette. She stood on the rear patio and swung a small folding garden chair in her right hand to indicate what she meant. Penny was a friend of my wife who had been to the house on several occasions and who I had met at various functions. I had not admitted it to any one, but just the sight of her always got me aroused and, from her attitude to me, I suspected that it would not take very much encouragement on my part to take things further. She was about the my age – early thirties, small with tangled brown hair and commanding grey green eyes, the colour of an arctic sky, which twinkled mischievously as she spoke. There was no doubt that she was a flirt but I had never really thought anything of it. “I’ve finished here,” I said, "let me make you a coffee.” She leaned the folding chair, which my wife and I had forgotten when we last attended a barbecue in her garden, against the side of the house and went in through the kitchen door. She stood just inside so I had to brush past her when I followed her in and from the smirk on her face, this tenuous contact seemed to please her. I wiped my hands and face on a towel that I collected as I entered and then took the kettle to the sink to fill it. While I plugged it in and switched it on, Penny stood behind me and I could feel her eyes on my back. The hairs on my neck rose and I became tense and excited. We talked freely as we waited for the kettle to boil. Penny and I had talked together on a number of occasions in the past and we always seemed at ease with each other and able to discuss all sorts of deeply personal matters as if we were long time confidants. She spoke of her married life and told me things to indicate that everything was not what it should be between her and her husband, Ian. Ian was a great guy but a keen sportsman and had spent a good deal of his married life at cricket or football or darts or, in fact, anything which kept him away him from his wife, although, I am sure, this was not a conscious intention of his. She had accepted the situation as normal until recently when she had begun to resent his absence and to feel increasing neglected. This feeling had made her more inclined to respond to some of the many overtures which she was always receiving, but she was now thinking that these opportunities for an adventure may soon pass her by. There was one person in particular who pursued her and she spoke of how her feelings towards this man both excited and confused her at the same time. She was attracted to him but did not know what to do. One thing for sure, her sexual genie had been released and would not be satisfied until it had fulfilled her three wishes – whatever they were. I had no solutions or good council to offer but I listened as she unburdened herself to me. However, as she did, the tone of her conversation was arousing me. There I was, listening to tales that amounted to “ my husband doesn’t satisfy me” whilst I, who found her so desirable, was forced to nod compliantly. Small wonder I was feeling so horny. The kettle hummed and, as we talked and exchanged glances, I thought that I was beginning to pick up welcoming messages from this confused and very sexy lady, but understanding body language is not one of my strong points. The kettle clicked loudly to signal the completion of its task and I crossed the kitchen to make the coffee. As I prepared the drink, Penny who had taken a seat by the table, said suddenly and in complete contradiction to what we had been talking about, ” I’ve been bitten by mosquitoes, look what they have done to me.” I looked across towards her as she drew the hem of her cotton dress part way up her pale thigh to reveal a small red and white blemish on its inner surface. She looked directly at me, daring me to respond. “I’m afraid we don’t have any insect cream,” I said and then, with quite an uncharacteristic bravado said, “ I suck them when I get bitten.” “Oh, Yeh! And how am I supposed to get my head to this?” She edged the hem of her dress even higher, still looking directly, challengingly, at me. “Allow me,“ I said, moving slowly forward and dropping onto my knees before her. She opened her legs slightly and I closed my lips on the inflamed mark, sucking the skin gently and fondling it with the tip of my tongue. I became aware of her hand on my head, her fingers playing absentmindedly with my hair signifying that she was enjoying this intimate experience. I did not want it to end either, so I let my errant tongue move along the warm soft skin of her inner thigh, tracing moist grooves in bigger and bigger circles. I could feel the action of her fingers change from the absentminded playing with my hair to a firm pressure on my head that was steadily increasing as I licked and kissed her inner `thigh. She was pushing me gently, but firmly, higher up her thigh. I was exciting her: I heard her breathing rate increase and I detected that faint, but unmistakable scent of a woman aroused. I stopped momentarily to give her the chance to back out but she moaned and increased the pressure of her hand on my head, driving my tongue and lips slowly and deliberately towards the white triangle at the top of her opening legs. Penny's unruly hair was not just confined to her head, whilst some long dark wisps of it escaped from her panties, the rest formed a tight little hair pillow below the fabric. Arriving at my goal, I ran my tongue several times around the edge of the material that followed the line of her groin, first on her left side and then on the right. By this time her legs parted further allowing me to nuzzled my nose further into that soft bulge of white cotton and I opened my mouth wide and gnawed hungrily at her mound. Her musk scented loins filled my nostrils as I took hold of her panties in my teeth. She raised herself from the chair to let me draw the garment slowly down her legs. Once removed, she parted her legs again to let me view her for the first time. Her secret place, covered in a lush forest of dark moistened hair was engorged in her excitement. The bright scarlet lips of her vulva parted and shined as I bent forward to teased her with my nose. She began to gyrate her hips, searching for me until I finally buried my face into her and shot a probing tongue into her silky depths. Her clitoris appeared and stood out proud and erect from its cloak and I sucked and rolled it between my lips. She reacted wantonly: raising her legs to offer more of herself to me and, pulling my head hard into her crotch, crossed her legs around my back to entrap me. Little moans, punctuated with deep sighs, escaped her lips as she writhed into my face. I continued to explore her, now very wet, ravine; not with the tentative and gently probing that had initially aroused her, but with a lustful hunger. As my tongue lapped this wet sweetmeat I rubbed the palms of my hands up and down her inner thigh, sliding each thumb along the lips of her distended sex to capture her clitoris in a pincer movement and then roll and squeeze it until she squealed. Every so often I would insert a thumb deep inside her and she would push herself onto it. Her moans grew wilder and wilder as the intensity of her pleasure increased. This thing between her legs, stimulated by tongue and fingers, was growing in size and she threw her legs wider apart to make room for it. But, no matter how wide she opened them it still could not be accommodated. There was only one way that she knew that it would be satisfied– she must have it filled. “I want you in me, John. Please, please, please….” her words came urgently, breathlessly. “Thank God," I thought as my penis, straining inside my jeans, waited to be unleashed. I slid both my hands under her firm cheeks and lifted her bodily onto the table beside us. She fell back, stroking herself whilst I unbuckled my jeans, pushed them down to my ankles and kicked them off completely. Having been restrained for so long, my penis sprang up and throbbed painfully, joyfully and expectantly. I slipped my arms under both her knees and drew her to the edge of the table so that the head of my enraged weapon could enter her briefly. She moaned and pushed towards me until I thrust my throbbing length savagely into her, merging together our tangled pubic hair as I fully entered her. I withdrew, almost completely, then drove it home again. Each time her vagina closed around it, squeezing and sucking at it in a vain attempt to keep it embedded within her. I withdrew and then thrust again into her, then again and again and again. I felt myself cumming and tried to think of other things so I might hold out a little longer but I desperately needed to feel the elation of release. Penny had lost all self control by now, rolling her head from side to side until finally I felt the pulsing of her orgasm through my extremely sensitive, penis. She sighed and moaned simultaneously as I drove an exploding shaft deep into her on its last assault, releasing a thousand pounds of pressure in a gallon of love juices. I collapsed on top of her and we lay together panting for more than a minute, replete in our mutual satisfaction before I kissed both her eyelids. She opened her eyes and grinned,” So that’s your cure for mosquito bites, is it Doctor, I must come to your surgery more often.” I smiled back, pointed to the fridge and replied,” I’m going to take a shower. Would you pour us both a beer.” ****** The tepid water rained down upon my upturned face and I spit out the water that had entered my mouth. Having soaped myself all over, I was pleasuring myself by focussing the shower spray onto the underside of my semi-erect penis. I pulled and stroked it as I directed the tiny spears of water all around my genitals, savouring the unique sensation of this for some minutes before turning off the water. I reached for the towel and rubbed my face and eyes then stepped from the shower. “ Nice arse,” came a familiar voice. I looked up and Penny was leaning against the far wall with a foaming glass of beer in her hand. She came forward, handed me the beer and took the towel. Slowly she dried my upper chest, all the time looking at me with those impish eyes. Her careful motions moved lower until she reached my abdomen. At this point she dropped to her knees and, missing my most sensitive parts, began to dry my upper and lower thighs followed by my calves before discarding the towel. This erotic toilette was new to me and I stood transfixed as she rubbed the palms of her hand up and down my inner thighs. On each up-stroke her hands drew closer to my penis which, like a lion sensing feeding time, began to display an intense interest and, if not completely erect, hung thickly in anticipation. Eventually her two hands closed around my swelling column, gently squeezing both it and my testicles. She released her grip and run the nail of her right index finger down my length sending sparks of pleasure to my brain. Sweeping her long tousled hair back over her shoulder, she grabbed hold of me with her left hand and lowered her head to take my pulsating column in her mouth. At first she worked the cock-tip in a series of suck-blow actions before taking its entire length into her mouth and deep into her throat. I was standing helpless, stroking her head with my left hand and wondering just how much more pleasure I could stand when I felt her right hand reach between my legs and grab one off my buttocks. She kneaded and probed the firm flesh before delving into the crease of my arse and searched out my anus. When she found it, she teased it for several seconds and then insinuated a long index finger deeply into my rectum to locate my prostate on which she pressed. Any lethargy in my erection was now well and truly eradicated as she continued to suck, bite and blow at my manhood. Sensing that I was approaching my point of no return, she withdrew her finger and mouth, and gripped the base of my penis tightly with her thumb and forefinger until my desire to ejaculate subsided. Penny stood up and kissed me wetly on the mouth, probing inside with her tongue before turning and walking through to the bedroom. She stood by the side of the bed and glanced over her shoulder, watching me as I followed her through. Coming up behind her, I pressed myself against her smooth back and took her taut breasts, covered only with the thin cotton of her dress, in my hands and kissed her slim neck. She leaned forward and away from me as she reached round for the zip on her dress, but I was there to help. I drew down the zip, inch by inch until it reached the small of her back whereupon she slipped the dress off each of her ivory shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She was naked. I continued caressing her breasts. They were not large breasts, but firm, half-ripe peaches with proud and erect nipples, nipples that responded spontaneously to my attentions. As I fondled and kneaded her breasts I moved my hips to and fro to massage my, by now, fully excited, penis in the valley between her rear cheeks. Eventually my own needs took over and I pushed her forward roughly, into a kneeling position, on the bed. Her legs were widely parted and she rested on her elbows so that her rump was raised before me and I could see her hair covered mound, glistening with the juices of our first encounter, hanging invitingly beneath her. I slipped two fingers into the moist slit that stretched forward from her anus and slid them down until they sunk, up to my palms, into her vagina. She purred like a kitten as I moved them around inside her, first, I traced its outline and then I teased her clitoris, making her moan ever so softly. I continued my fingering, driving her closer and closer towards an orgasm. Her whole body was moving in rhythm with my hand but, before she could cum, I withdrew my fingers and quickly slipped two thirds of my Olympic prick into that wet and waiting pussy. Leaning forward, I took a breast in each hand and held on firmly as I rammed home the final third of my cock. I waited a second to allow her wet tunnel walls to seal around me, then I withdrew before re-entering her powerfully and causing the secretions from our first encounter to produce audible slurping noises and a loud slap as my swinging balls impacted on her smooth skin. Being more capable of lasting longer this second time than I had on the kitchen table, I fell into a rutting rhythm accompanied by groans and murmurs of pleasure from Penny and grunts from me. She was thrusting back onto my rigid hot spike as I rammed it deeper inside her. This was exercise at its most enjoyable and I continued to drive home my leviathan member for some considerable time. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and formed into tiny streams that ran down my face and dripped onto her lower back. My balls grew in size and screamed for relief, needing a small volcanic eruption from my grossly engorged penis to ease the exquisite pain I felt. Eventually she was cumming again, I recognised the signs, but I allowed myself to focus on my own pleasure as a tidal wave of euphoria shook my body. My vision blurred as my penis spurted hot semen again and again into its willing receptacle. The squelching noises of lovemaking increased in volume and I became aware of sticky rivulets of wetness running down the inside of my legs. Finally, I was done –she was done - and we collapsed together on the bed to lie prostrated and spent. After several minutes our breathing quietened and I took her now angelic face in my hands and, kissing it softly, said, “I haven’t left anything else at your house that you need to return have I?” A Summer Afternoon in Paris This is the story of what happened to me one sunny afternoon in Paris. I was in France on business, but my return flight was cancelled due to an air traffic controllers' strike. My wife was also away on business and I was in no hurry to get home, so I checked in to a hotel and decided to see the sights. By early afternoon I had had enough. It was unbearably hot, the streets were crowded with tourists and I was losing what little sympathy I might have had for the air traffic controllers. I sat down outside a busy café and ordered a beer. I was sweating profusely, and when the beer arrived I demolished half of it in one gulp. That made me feel a great deal better, and I found I myself settling down to watch the crowds pass by. As I was sitting there a young Japanese couple, laden with shopping bags, stopped by my table. The man (boy, really) was in his early twenties, about 5'5", with bronzed skin and died blond hair. The girl was shorter, extremely pretty with shoulder-length hair and a lovely smile. "Excuse me," the girl asked, "may we sit here?" I could hardly refuse, and, to be honest, I was glad of the company. "I am Taniko," she said, "and this is Eizo." "Pleased to meet you, I'm Brian." I stood up and we shook hands. They arranged their bags around the table and we all sat down. Taniko ordered coffee for them both and we chatted for a while. Taniko's English was impeccable; Eizo's slightly less so. They were an extremely likeable pair, and I found myself warming to them. When the waiter brought their coffees I ordered another beer. As we chatted, I felt something brush against my leg under the table and I realised Taniko was playing footsie with me! I looked at her in surprise and she smiled. Both of them giggled in that endearing way Japanese people have. "Would you like to come to our hotel?" Eizo asked. There it was, the offer couldn't be made much clearer. I replied with the understatement of the year. "That would be very nice," I said. Their hotel room was much like my own, only slightly more upmarket. Taniko suggested I go into the bathroom and undress. I stripped off and had a good look at myself in the mirror. Stocky and hairy, I would never win any beauty contests, but I'm not ashamed of my body; my cock is of above average length, quite thick, and if I say so myself it looks damn good when fully aroused. I went back to the bedroom to find Eizo and Taniko on the bed. Eizo was lying on his back, wearing a pair of tight yellow briefs, his body was smooth and hairless and I felt a stirring down below. Taniko was lying next to him, face down. She was wearing pale blue panties and white ankle-socks. Her taut buttocks looked totally irresistible, and the stirring increased. I knelt on the bed between them. Eizo grinned up at me nonchalantly, his arms crossed behind his head. I looked into his eyes as I ran my hand up the inside of Taniko's thighs. I allowed my fingertips to brush her pussy before moving on to her gorgeous ass. Taniko purred as I gently stroked her buttocks. Eizo nodded towards his crotch as if to say 'how about me?' I placed my other hand on his groin. I could feel his hot cock throbbing through his briefs. I squeezed rhythmically and felt him getting harder. Taniko moved over and kissed Eizo, I could tell her tongue was deep in his mouth. I moved my fingers up to Eizo's waistband and pulled his briefs down enough to free his cock. It was long, slender and smooth, circumcised to reveal a glistening purple head. By this time my own cock was achingly erect. I ran my fingers lightly along Eizo's shaft and took his knob in my hand, slowly squeezing and stroking. Taniko sat up and reached over to the side of the bed for a tube of lubricant. She raised her eyebrows at me and I nodded, taking the lube from her. Reluctantly letting go of Eizo's beautiful member, I squirted some of the lube onto my hand and reached down between my legs, rubbing the lube into my asshole; that cool wet feeling in my most intimate place made my cock twitch with anticipation. Eizo had taken off his briefs and was now lying on his back with his legs slightly apart, his cock jutting up like a church steeple. I smeared some more lube around his knob, careful not to rub too hard. I didn't want him to come just yet! I squatted over Eizo's engorged cock, lowering myself gently onto him. As I felt him nestle against my hole I relaxed my muscles and he slipped inside me. That was such a glorious feeling, to have him filling me, I could have stayed like that forever. I did remain motionless for some time, wallowing in that feeling of fullness, my tight ass stretched by his manhood. Taniko took off her panties to reveal the most beautiful shaven pussy I have ever seen. Straddling Eizo's head she lowered herself onto his face. I couldn't see what Eizo was doing, but I assumed he was doing it right because Taniko started that strange purring noise of hers. I started to move up and down on Eizo's cock; he was just the right size, filling me nicely without hurting. Taniko seemed fascinated by the sight of me riding her boyfriend's cock. She reached down and brushed her fingertips lightly over my knob, softly stroking my shaft. Taniko was working up a rhythm, rolling her hips, grinding her crotch into Eizo's face; then she would stop as his tongue probed deep inside her before starting the rolling motion again. I could feel Eizo's member swelling and growing within me, so I stopped moving. Leaning back, I reached between his legs and fondled his balls. Taniko took me firmly in her hand and started tugging at my cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth. I always find this extremely arousing and I could feel my balls tighten. I resumed my up and down motion, flexing my sphincter, squeezing Eizo's rod as hard as I could. Suddenly his cock spasmed and I could feel warm cum flooding my asshole and trickling out of me. As Eizo came, Taniko began jerking my cock roughly and I spurted my seed over her breasts and belly. The sight of my cum running down between her tiny breasts was such a turn on, my orgasm seemed to last forever. Eventually Eizo's cock softened and slipped out of me. He had carried on energetically licking Taniko's pussy and now her whole body stiffened, her eyes opened wide and a funny little cry escaped her lips. I took her in my arms and pulled her to me as she came, smearing my cum between our bodies. Taniko uttered something in Japanese, but I didn't understand and Eizo didn't reply. When we had recovered from our orgasms, Eizo went to the bathroom to clean up. Taniko and I lay on the bed, her hand absently stroking my groin. By the time Eizo came back, my cock was rising again. Eizo was stroking his own member, which was also growing rapidly. I looked at Taniko. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded. Taniko got on all fours and I knelt behind her. Eizo positioned himself in front of her and she began sucking his cock. I rubbed my own tool between her buttocks, her skin felt so soft and smooth, and I almost came straight away. Instead I held back and let myself calm down. Then I placed the head of my cock against her damp pussy lips. She felt very tight and I didn't want to hurt her, but she pushed her hips back at me, demanding I fuck her. In the event, I slipped in easily and she squeezed my prick with her cunt muscles. She was incredibly tight, but so wet that I could fuck her hard without causing her any pain. I really pounded into her now, no finesse at all, just a good hard fuck. All this time Taniko was sucking and slurping at Eizo's cock, drawing his fluid from his balls and up his shaft. As he came, Taniko let him slip out of her mouth and his cum shot high into the air, over her face, in her hair, some of it hit my cheek and dribbled onto my chest. I could feel my balls swell so I slowed down, keeping up a gentle rhythm. Then Eizo wriggled underneath us on his back, position himself so that he could use his tongue, licking my balls, sucking them deep into his mouth as I fucked his girlfriend. Then he began running his tongue up and down my shaft and I started to thrust harder again. Eizo moved on to Taniko's clit, making her squeal. This girl certainly had a wide repertoire of noises! I pounded into her harder and harder and she came with a great gasp, pushing herself back onto my cock, clenching her muscles around me, trying to make me come. Eizo had my balls in his mouth again and he was sucking them hard as my spunk started to flow along my shaft, spurting deep into Taniko's pussy, overflowing and running down her thighs. After that we were so exhausted we sank down onto the bed. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking to see Taniko kneeling between my legs, fondling my balls and stroking my cock. Unbelievably, it started to stir again. These horny young things were insatiable, and at that moment so was I...