Someone—I wasn’t sure if it was Willis or Cathy—untied the bathrobe and pushed it back from my body, touching my nipples lightly in passing.
Jake’s arm supported me as our kiss deepened and our breathing became quicker and uneven. His mouth moved to my collarbone and breast. My head fell back. Someone else stroked my belly and thighs and I felt something hard and slick nudge my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Willis muttered. “Oh, damn, yes.”
But it wasn’t flesh that pushed into me, stretching me. Something buzzed gently and I almost jumped out of my skin as the buzz became something more than a sound. I opened my eyes to see Cathy pushing a dildo inside me, while with her other hand she’d fixed a small, lipstick-size vibrator against my clitoris. I wasn’t entirely surprised but at the same time I wasn’t shocked, or not much. And there was such a feeling of luxury to be the center of attention, to be the one who was being done, fucked, pleasured, with no demands made that I reciprocate.
“Is that nice, honey?” she asked. “I love it when Jake does that to my breasts.”
Jake’s fingers stroked and pinched my nipples, moving from one breast to the other with a delicious sense of timing; he knew exactly when to make the switch, when to bring one nipple to a painful intensity of feeling as the other demanded equal attention.
Willis sat on the couch, his underwear pushed down, cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“I want to see you come,” I told him. I was getting very close, watching Jake’s hand on my breasts and Cathy’s manipulation of the dildo and vibrator—my legs were spread wide and raised now, and as I watched she pulled out the silicone cock, gleaming with lube and my juices, and rubbed the head on my clit, briefly replacing the vibrator, then drove it back inside me.
Willis’s face was flushed, and his hand moved faster. “I’m going to come,” he panted. His legs flexed, his face set and driven.
“Wait for Jo, honey,” Cathy said. “Grab a towel.” The towel instruction made me snort with laughter but in no way diminished my increasing excitement.
“Oh, Christ,” said Willis. An arc of semen splashed onto the coffee table.
“Oh, Willis, ” Cathy said as though she were June Cleaver and he’d trodden mud over a clean kitchen floor. More semen looped and splashed, this time onto the towel he’d managed to grab, and he groaned loudly, semen dribbling from his cock onto his fist.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Cathy whispered. She bent her lips to the nipple that was awaiting its turn and sucked, hard, and I came, in a great lurching rush that doubled me up, and left me gasping for breath.
As the spasms subsided I sagged back against Jake’s arm. Cathy slid the dildo into me more gently now, and I reached down to push away the vibrator, which was almost painful post-orgasm. Things felt very wet down below, with the lube and my juices, and I was glad Cathy’s upholstery was protected by terrycloth.
“Okay, Jo?” Willis was now ready for round three, erect again in record time. I wasn’t sure that I was. My legs were like jelly and I was trembling still from the intensity of my orgasm. My mouth was dry from all the gasping and I could barely move.
“Great,” I managed to say, and rolled off the ottoman onto the floor in an undignified heap. I decided I’d watch this round. I managed to stagger to the bar for some more wine and settled into a huge, oversize armchair. Was it my social duty to masturbate? I really didn’t have the energy and I knew that after the mindless buzz of the vibrator I’d be pretty numb. No, this was time-out.
Cathy was on Jake’s lap again, her bathrobe discarded, kissing him. He kissed well, I’d found, even if I didn’t like him particularly (little lady!), and I found myself grateful for his gentleness and expertise. Would Cathy get the same sort of experience?
Apparently not. She giggled as the two guys conferred over the
Jake’s arm supported me as our kiss deepened and our breathing became quicker and uneven. His mouth moved to my collarbone and breast. My head fell back. Someone else stroked my belly and thighs and I felt something hard and slick nudge my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Willis muttered. “Oh, damn, yes.”
But it wasn’t flesh that pushed into me, stretching me. Something buzzed gently and I almost jumped out of my skin as the buzz became something more than a sound. I opened my eyes to see Cathy pushing a dildo inside me, while with her other hand she’d fixed a small, lipstick-size vibrator against my clitoris. I wasn’t entirely surprised but at the same time I wasn’t shocked, or not much. And there was such a feeling of luxury to be the center of attention, to be the one who was being done, fucked, pleasured, with no demands made that I reciprocate.
“Is that nice, honey?” she asked. “I love it when Jake does that to my breasts.”
Jake’s fingers stroked and pinched my nipples, moving from one breast to the other with a delicious sense of timing; he knew exactly when to make the switch, when to bring one nipple to a painful intensity of feeling as the other demanded equal attention.
Willis sat on the couch, his underwear pushed down, cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“I want to see you come,” I told him. I was getting very close, watching Jake’s hand on my breasts and Cathy’s manipulation of the dildo and vibrator—my legs were spread wide and raised now, and as I watched she pulled out the silicone cock, gleaming with lube and my juices, and rubbed the head on my clit, briefly replacing the vibrator, then drove it back inside me.
Willis’s face was flushed, and his hand moved faster. “I’m going to come,” he panted. His legs flexed, his face set and driven.
“Wait for Jo, honey,” Cathy said. “Grab a towel.” The towel instruction made me snort with laughter but in no way diminished my increasing excitement.
“Oh, Christ,” said Willis. An arc of semen splashed onto the coffee table.
“Oh, Willis, ” Cathy said as though she were June Cleaver and he’d trodden mud over a clean kitchen floor. More semen looped and splashed, this time onto the towel he’d managed to grab, and he groaned loudly, semen dribbling from his cock onto his fist.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Cathy whispered. She bent her lips to the nipple that was awaiting its turn and sucked, hard, and I came, in a great lurching rush that doubled me up, and left me gasping for breath.
As the spasms subsided I sagged back against Jake’s arm. Cathy slid the dildo into me more gently now, and I reached down to push away the vibrator, which was almost painful post-orgasm. Things felt very wet down below, with the lube and my juices, and I was glad Cathy’s upholstery was protected by terrycloth.
“Okay, Jo?” Willis was now ready for round three, erect again in record time. I wasn’t sure that I was. My legs were like jelly and I was trembling still from the intensity of my orgasm. My mouth was dry from all the gasping and I could barely move.
“Great,” I managed to say, and rolled off the ottoman onto the floor in an undignified heap. I decided I’d watch this round. I managed to stagger to the bar for some more wine and settled into a huge, oversize armchair. Was it my social duty to masturbate? I really didn’t have the energy and I knew that after the mindless buzz of the vibrator I’d be pretty numb. No, this was time-out.
Cathy was on Jake’s lap again, her bathrobe discarded, kissing him. He kissed well, I’d found, even if I didn’t like him particularly (little lady!), and I found myself grateful for his gentleness and expertise. Would Cathy get the same sort of experience?
Apparently not. She giggled as the two guys conferred over the
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