Cool With Her by Kenny Wright

her smaller body, they looked huge.
    Our eyes met. Casey winked at me. I felt the weight of the moment as we crashed through the barrier of Just Friends.
    Amber’s loud climax shattered the connection. Our heads snapped to the blonde just as she stiffened in orgasm. The blanket had slipped to the floor, leaving nothing concealed. Their hips rode the edge of the couch, bodies reclined. Entangled.
    Paul’s cock looked huge, bowing up and into Amber’s hairless pussy. It was almost obscene, how stretched and full she looked around him. I wanted to look away but could not. I was hypnotized by the way those bare petals pulled as she ascended, unwilling to let him go, and how she swallowed him up with each rapid descent.
    I wondered what all that nonsense about me being bigger was. That dispelled my theory that Paul’s machismo was a product of a small-dick complex.
    Paul fucked her hard through her rising orgasm, yanking her against him by her tits. She twisted back, their mouths finding one another in a sloppy kiss. She gasped, unable to maintain it, and moaned through the last of her release.
    Beth, who’d been slowly tugging on my cock, took her hand away long enough to unbutton her shirt. “God, that’s hotter than I remembered.”
    With her shirt hanging open, her perky tits presented over the top of her bra, her mouth descended on my cock again. She held me steady with both hands and attacked.
    “Watch them, baby,” Beth whispered, her tongue carving a meandering zigzag along the outside of my cock. “Amber’s definitely multi-orgasmic. At least she was that night.”
    The head of my saliva-bathed member carved a bulge into her cheek as she took me back into her mouth. I did as I was told.
    “Oh, I’m still definitely multi-orgasmic,” Amber said. Her husky voice tantalized. “You remember, don’t you, Jason?”
    The couple had shifted back on the sofa with Amber leaning forward, relieving some of the pressure. She braced herself on Paul’s splayed knees, slowly working her hips into his lap like a stripper. She gasped as Paul sent a sharp thrust through her. I could see his face tighten behind her, his teeth clenching.
    “That is so hot.” Casey’s voice was tight. I followed her voice to my right, finding that the brunette had shed her pajama pants as well. She had her hand down the front of her thong, the flimsy material doing nothing to hide what she was doing. “So what happened next?”
    Amber picked up on the story. “I don’t think that I even noticed that I had an audience until I came. Then I noticed Beth and Shawn—and Beth just going nuts on him...”
    Beth renewed her energy on my cock, sucking harder, bobbing faster. Shawn’s name sent a spike of something cold yet exciting through me. Once insinuated, I couldn’t shake the image of her doing this to another man—and I didn’t even know what Shawn looked like.
    “I’m not sure what was hotter, having an audience, or watching Beth blow him like a fucking porn star.”
    “Oh, God...” I groaned, feeling my orgasm bear down on me.
    Amber continued, seeming to know just how to push my buttons. “I’d heard that she was pretty good at giving head. She’d developed a rep with some of the guys we knew.”
    I looked down at Beth, who was watching me carefully as she put on a demonstration of just how good she was.
    “It was inspiring to watch her. She really...loves doing that.”
    I looked back at Amber and Paul. They’d begun to fuck again. She leaned forward, arms braced on the coffee table as Paul took her in an awkward doggy-style.
    “Beth loves giving head so much that…” She paused, moaning gently. “That when I offered my boyfriend’s cock to her, she didn’t even hesitate.”
    I came, so fast and abrupt that even Beth wasn’t prepared to take the blast. She choked, taking a stream of come across her cheek before she was able to regain control. Covering my cock, she swallowed the rest of what I had. Swallowing like