A Dance to Remember

Literotic asexstories – A Dance to Remember by CantonStreetWriter,CantonStreetWriter
I was coming back with your wine when she grabbed you. They had been sitting next us all night – an older man and much younger woman. Other than sitting next to one another, there was no indication that they were together. You had tapped her on the shoulder earlier to check on her. She had glanced back, giving you a shy smile and a nod before turning back to the band on stage. She had a pale, pretty, round face that was framed in long dark hair. I couldn’t see much of her body from the angle where I was sitting. She was wearing what looked like a loose-fitting floral smock. But when she turned to smile at you, I could see a halter top that clung enticingly to full breasts. How the man sitting next to her paid her so little attention escaped me.

You looked gorgeous. You always do, but your outfit that night really showed you off. Shiny green pants and a sleeveless white body suit that showed off your sleeve tattoo. All your clothing clung to every curve, highlighting them, accentuating them. You were completely covered but every curve was on display. I had to try to hold myself back from running my hands over your body and I didn’t always succeed. I wanted to touch you and didn’t care who saw.

Maybe that was why she grabbed you. You had been getting attention from women all night long. Some had stared jealously, some had complimented you, but you drew eyes everywhere we went. The band that night was a party dance band. Music that made people move. You had taken one other guy out on the dance floor that night. He looked lone and you wanted to get his confidence up. Maybe that was where she noticed you. You came back to me and kissed me. Maybe she watched our tongues dance and my hands roam your ass. Maybe she wished the man next to her touched her and kissed her the same way. Maybe she wished he wasn’t there at all. Knowing what I know now, maybe she wished she was with you.

Your wine was almost gone, and you asked me to get you another. I was happy to comply. Just a little bit of wine and you get playful, touchy, needy. I can see it your eyes that you want me, and I know it won’t be long until you have my cock out. We don’t always make it home when you get like that. It wouldn’t have been the first time we’ve fucked in a semi-hidden public place. You’ll want to take me in your mouth or pull me inside you. Either way, I’ll hear you moan and whimper with need and I will be lost in the joy of your body.

I had your wine and was making my way back through the crowd when I saw her grab your hand and lead you out to the dance floor. Now that she was standing, I could see the way her jeans clung to her ass and hips. Again, I wondered what a woman like her was doing with the man who was humorlessly eating chicken wings next to her. You glanced back at me and smiled. I held up your wineglass, but you were already being swallowed by the crowd on the dance floor.

I stood by your phone and your purse. This was NOT an environment where those could be left unattended. I caught glimpses of watching you dance with her. I could see how you moved with her. I saw joy and happiness in both your faces. I wanted to be out there with you. The man she was with seemed utterly oblivious.

I was about to gather up our things and go join when I saw you come together. The crowd blocked my view, but it looked like your heads were together. By the time I got a clear view, you were already separating and then moving back to our seats. She came up to me, smiling. “Thank you so much,” she said. “She’s amazing.”

“I think so,” I replied over the noise of the crowd. She went back to sitting next to the man who was still paying her next to no attention.

You got up and knelt on the seat next to me. This brought your height up to just above mine. You wrapped your arms around me and put your head next to mine. “I need to tell you something,” you whispered in my ear.

“What?” I asked.

“She kissed me.”

“What?” I asked again. This time with more shock in my voice.

You backed up and looked me in the eye. “Are you mad?”

“No, just surprised. What did you do?”

“Promise not to get mad?”

I nodded. You leaned back into me. Your teeth nipped at my ear and your hands stroked my spine. “I kissed her back.”

My arms tightened around her. Arousal warred with a sudden adrenaline rush that I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or fear. “Why did you do that?”

“It felt like that right thing to do,” you said and then let your tongue play along my ear. “And I wanted to turn you on. Did you see it?”

“No,” I said. “The crowd was in the way.”

You kissed me, maybe sensing my fear. Your hand came between us and cupped my hardening cock. “Don’t worry, baby. I still want this,” you told me and gave me a squeeze that did nothing to lower my arousal. “Do you want to see me kiss her?”

My fear didn’t go away but it was warring with arousal now. I could see that teasing look in your eye. My heart rate rose and the pressure in my jeans increased. “Yes,” I said.

You kissed me again, your tongue swirling with mine. “Go pay the tab,” you told me.

I knew better than to refuse you when you were like this. When I got back, you were standing next to her chatting. Her back was to the man she was with, and you both had your phones out. For a second, I wondered if you were going to kiss her right there. You looked up and saw me. You touched her on the arm and whispered something in her ear before walking over to me. “Our Uber is on its way,” you said.

You took my hand and led me outside. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but you silenced me. “Patience,” you said. The ride back home was blissfully short. You kept my hand firmly on your thigh but didn’t let me explore. You felt no such compunction. You chatted amiably with the driver about his music selection while your fingers stroked my cock through my jeans.

“Go out and light the firepit,” you said when we got home. You still had the look in your eye that told me not only to not ask questions but that I would be rewarded for doing so. The firepit was set in a relatively secluded part of the backyard. We’ve played out here before as well. One of your favorite things is to stare into the flickering gas flames and play with my cock. I turned on the gas and the firepit came alive with a small “wump”. I watched the blue flame play between the rocks that filled the pit. The night was cool but not cold.

You came out and embraced me, pulling my head down for a kiss. This time I didn’t hesitate to let my hands roam. I felt your nipples harden under your shirt. I felt the heat between your legs. You whimpered into my mouth while my tongue played over yours. I felt you melt under my strength as I pulled you closer into me.

Then there was a knock at the gate to the backyard. You pushed me away and I could see your smile in the blue firelight. You went over to the gate and there she was. Her head was bowed slightly, and her hands were clasped together, but she had the same shy smile she had when she first looked at you. This time you took her hand and led her towards me.

“I’m Megan,” she said after I introduced myself. Her hand was warm and smooth in mine. You were standing next to her. I could tell that she was maybe an inch or two taller than you but not much more than that. Despite that difference and despite whatever had happened at the club, you were now clearly in charge. I’ve seen you when get the idea that you want something and nothing is going to stop you. You had that look now. Your hand was moving at the small of her back. I knew what a turn on that was when I did it for you and it looked like it was having the same effect on Megan.

“Do you think she’s pretty, baby?” you asked me.

“Not as pretty as you,” I replied. I wasn’t about to upset whatever was about to happen here by stepping in what could have been a trap.

“Good answer,” you said with a chuckle. You ran the backs of your fingers up her arms. I could tell Megan was starting the flush in the firelight. “But I want to know what you think. Is she pretty enough for me to kiss?” There was a gap of bare skin between Megan’s halter and her jeans. You stroked your fingernails across that exposed skin and she shivered.

“Yes,” I said. “She is.”

You smiled and reached up to turn Megan’s head towards you. “You kissed me by surprise back there,” you told her. “Why did you do it?”

Megan’s fingers were tracing up and down your arm. “Because you are hot,” she said. “And the way you danced with me, made me think you wanted it.”

“Even though you knew I was there with a man?”

Megan looked over at me. “I thought he would think it was hot.”

Your fingers returned to her midriff, teasing her over the top of her jeans. I have never seen you like this with a woman. You were staring at her, weighing every expression she made in the firelight. “Did you want him to think it was hot?”

Megan was staring at me now. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Why”

“Because I saw how he kissed and touched you,” she said breathlessly. “I wanted to be kissed and touched like that.”

“Do you think my man is hot?” you asked.

I felt Megan’s eyes bore into mine. You’ve always said that it was OK for me to look at other women because you appreciated them too. I’ve resisted that because past relationships schooled me against it. Here was the first time I looked at and openly admired another woman in front of you. “Yes, he’s gorgeous,” Megan said and you smiled.

“Do you want to kiss him?” Your fingers dipped just below the waist of her jeans.

“Yes,” Megan said with a hiss.

“Were you just settling for me?” you asked with mock criticism.

“No!” Megan exclaimed. One hands was caressing her cheek while the other was still inside the hem of her jeans. Her hips were starting to roll under your touch.

“You know he didn’t get to see you kiss me,” you said. You gently took hold of her chin and turned her face to yours. “Do you want to show him what you did to me?”

Megan was staring at you now. “Yes,” she whispered. She seemed frozen by your gaze and your touch. Even in the dim firelight, I could see how flushed you were. I could see your breasts heaving with your breath. Megan’s state of arousal seemed to match yours.

“Do you want to kiss me again, Megan?” You trailed your fingers across her lips and her mouth opened slightly.

“Yes,” she said again.

“Are you going to properly kiss me this time, Megan?” Your hand curled around the back of her neck.

“Yes.” Her head leaned in to touch yours.

“Is this what you want to see, Baby?” you asked me. Your noses were touching now. Megan’s eyes were already closed. “Do you want to see our lips touch? Our tongues touch?”

“Yes,” I said. Back at the club, whatever happened seemed to happen fast. Here, the moment stretched. My mouth was suddenly dry. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck and in my cock as it strained against my jeans. Other than stroking her neck and arm, you didn’t move. You stood there with your head tilted back and your mouth open, ready to receive the kiss.

Megan did move. Timidly at first, but by the time her lips closed on yours, she was moving with the inexorableness of a tide. I felt my heart pound as she made contact with you. Both of your eyes closed. I could see your mouths open and your tongues push back and forth against one another. Megan pushed into you, bending you backwards. You responded by dropping your hand from her neck to cup her breast. She froze for a moment. Then you took her hand and placed it on your breast. She relaxed then, leaning back into you. I watched in amazement as her fingers flexed and kneaded your flesh in a way that I knew you liked.

The two of you started off tentatively. Your lips and tongues gently grazed one another. You stayed like that for a while, your mouths gently playing together. Your arms went around one another. She pulled your breasts against hers. You responded by putting your hands on her ass and pulling her pelvis into yours. I stared awestruck as your bodies moved sensuously against each other. When you finally broke the kiss, you looked into each other’s eyes while your hands still moved on each other. You finally turned to me. Megan’s head leaned forward to nuzzle against yours. “Is that what you wanted to see, baby?” you asked.

“My God, you were beautiful,” I said.

“Are you hard right now?” you asked. You closed your eyes as Megan’s tongue trailed down your neck.

“Yes,” I said.

You pushed Megan’s head back. “Do you want to see how hard he is, Honey?”

Megan eyes widened and looked at me. “Really?” She asked meekly.

“Yes honey,” you told her. You kissed her again, letting your tongue make a quick foray into her mouth. She didn’t resist you.

“You want me to take my cock out?” I asked.

You looked at me while wrapping your arms around Megan and leaning into her. “Yes please,” you said. “Show us how hard you are.”

I could have just done as you asked but I wasn’t about to give you that much control. I started with my shirt. I unbuttoned each button as slowly and deliberately as I could. I didn’t take the shirt off though. I just wanted to tease the both of you with a glimpse of my chest and ab muscles. Megan’s hand was still on your breast. She was squeezing it desperately.

Your hand was moving more slowly, your fingers circling where I thought her nipple must be. When I started on my belt buckle, your hand dropped to the top of her jeans. When I opened the button on my jeans, you opened the button on hers. When I lowered the zipper on my jeans, you lowered the zipper on hers. When I pushed my jeans over my hips, you slipped your hand inside hers. Megan gasped at the sudden contact with her center.

I watched the amazement spread across your face when my cock sprung free. You gasped at the sight. I watched your hand move inside her pants. Megan groaned as she rocked back and forth on her toes.

“Look how big he is, Megan,” you said. “Have you ever seen a cock so beautiful?”

“No,” Megan breathed, slack jawed. “He…He’s so big… and… what you are doing…”

You kissed her neck. “What am I doing to you Megan?”

She had one arm around your shoulders and the other was desperately clutching at your breast. “You… You’re touching my clit… and… OH God… You’re putting a finger inside me.”

My hand was on my cock. I had to have been bigger than I ever was. I couldn’t remember ever being so aroused. I could feel the wetness of my precum in the cool night air. I could feel my balls tighten up against me. I was frozen watching Megan move against your hand.

You turned back to me and I was grateful to see that you watched me with just as much excitement as you watched her. “You are so hot, baby,” you said, staring at my cock. Then your eyes came up to mine. “Do you want to know how wet she is? Do you want to know how easily my fingers are going inside her?” Megan was groaning and rolling her hips.

My hand started moving back and forth along my cock while I stared back at you. I didn’t need any lube. My precum was coating the head of my cock and fingers spread it over my length with each stroke. The sensations from it were hitting my spine like a sledgehammer.

“That’s it, Baby,” you said. “Show us how you stroke that cock.”

A long, low moan from Megan brought your attention back to the girl you were pleasuring. She was leaning against your body and shaking in your grasp. You other arm reached around her back and squeezed her breast. “What do you think of his cock, Honey?” you asked.

“I love it,” Megan gasped. She was rotating her hips against your hand.

“Do like watching him while I touch you?” you asked.

“Yes,” she said and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Are you about to cum, Megan?” you whispered and then nibbled her ear.

“Ohmygod…” Megan gasped. Her knees buckled and she collapsed against you. You eased her to the ground but kept your hand inside her pants. “Tsk, tsk… You weren’t supposed to cum so fast,” you told her. Then you looked at me. “I believe she owes us, doesn’t she babe?”

I nodded. My hips were slowly thrusting into my hand. I was trying desperately not to cum myself.

“What do you think, Megan? Do you owe us?” you asked.

Your hand was still in her pants but not moving. Her hand was wrapped around your wrist. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to pull it away or not. “Please,” she said, “Please let me pay you back.”

“How do you want to pay us back?”

Megan had both hands on your arm now. “I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

You looked at me and smiled at my predicament. “Will you suck his cock?” you asked her.

Megan’s eyes opened and stared at my cock. I was stunned that I didn’t cum right there at the sight. “I… I want to suck it,” she said between breaths. “Can I please suck his cock?”

“What do you think, baby,” you said. “Do you want her to suck your cock?”

I had no words. I could only nod dumbly.

“Sit down. Take your pants off so she can get between your legs.” You took your hand out of her pants. I could see her juices glistening on your fingertips. I watched you suck your fingers clean and smile at me. A shudder rolled though me. I had to squeeze my cock to keep from cumming.

I sat down in one of the rocking chairs we kept by the firepit. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my jeans off. You guided Megan between my legs and pushed her to her knees. Then you knelt beside her. I felt your hands take hold of my cock. You slowly stroked up and down my length “My God, you’re so hard,” you whispered.

Megan’s face was only inches from my cock. I could feel the heat of her breath on me. She was watching you stroke me. “He’s so ready for you,” you told her. “Are you ready for him?” She could only stare at transfixed at my cock. “Would like to see how he likes to be sucked?” Megan nodded at the question.

I love your mouth. I leaned my head back and groaned out your name when I felt your lips around me, felt your tongue swirl around me. My hands closed around your head and pulled you down my shaft. I felt my clock hit the back of your throat and felt you moan around me. You pulled back and I let you go. I felt the coolness of the air replace the warmth of your mouth. “Do you think you can do that, honey?” I heard you ask. “Are you ready to take him?”. Your hands left me and her hands took me. I felt her hand stroke the head of my cock. I felt her thumb caress my tip. Then she took me in her mouth.

I gasped when Megan’s mouth closed over me, and you filled my mouth with your tongue. She had none of your skill and surety, none of your familiarity with me. But she had enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled over me. Her lips rode up and down me. Her fingers stroked and caressed me.

You stood up and knelt beside me. Your hands were on my chest. Your fingers pinched my nipples. You filled my mouth with your tongues. You broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes. “I love you, baby,” you breathed. I felt your hand cup my balls. “Is she doing a good job?” you asked me.

I nodded. Megan’s mouth and your touch were setting stars aflame behind my eyes.

“Is she is as good as me?” you asked with twinkle in your eye.

“She’s… different…” I said. Pleasure was rolling over and over me.

“Is she going to make you come?”

I could do nothing but groan as Megan’s mouth moved faster over my cock.

“I want to watch you cum. I want to watch you explode in her mouth,” you said. I felt your fingers tease my ass. “I want you to cum so that you can watch me play with her. I want you to watch me tease her and taste her and fuck her. When you can’t take any more, then I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream while I eat her.” Then you pushed your finger into my ass.

I grunted and poured myself down Megan’s throat. My hips jerked off the chair as I pumped spurt after spurt into her mouth. I was dimly aware of you holding her head in place so she could take every last bit of my orgasm.

“God, that was hot,” I heard you say.

When I opened my eyes, you were pulling Megan to her feet and kissing her again. I wondered if you could taste me on her lips. Megan was grabbing onto you with need. It looked like she was trying to devour you. You pulled her to her feet and broke the kiss. Megan’s breath was coming in short and shallow. You looked back at me. “Follow us,” you said.

You led Megan inside. I gathered up my pants and followed you into the bedroom. Megan was looking around nervously. I understood how she felt. This room may have been familiar territory for me, but the situation was not. I felt just as swept along as she was. I was conscious of the fact that I was the only one naked.

You moved around the room lighting candles. I could tell that you were trying to act as if this whole thing was perfectly normal. I knew you better than that. I could see the tremor in your hand as you held the match. I could see the bounce in your step that betrayed nervous excitement. Then you turned off the lights and put on some music. I recognized the music from our tantric activation collection.

“Rest here, baby,” you said and pushed me into chair next to your desk. You turned to Megan. “I want you to give my man a show,” you told her. Then you gave my soft cock a gentle pull. “We want to get him… back in the game.” You disappeared into the bathroom. I knew that bodysuit you were wearing was sexy, but it wasn’t easy to get in and out of. I could tell you didn’t want to look awkward in front of our guest.

Megan looked at me somewhat bashfully. I had just come in her mouth, but the heat of that moment had passed. Now we were just two strangers staring at each other in a bedroom… and one of us was naked. “It’s OK,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can even leave if you want.”

She nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Did want to kiss me, too?”

I thought about that. “Yes,” I admitted, “but I think we should wait until she gets back.”

Megan nodded again in understanding. “Can I dance for you then?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

She started moving slowly to the music. The smock she wore hit the floor. Then her hips started to roll side to side. She kicked off her shoes and turned away from me. She moved her ass more and more, only pausing to push her pants over her hips. She stepped out of her jeans and turned back to me. She was wearing a tiny pink G-string. She was looking me in the eye now. The white halter she wore zipped up the back. She reached around and undid the zipper. Her hands came up to catch the cups before they fell away. She smiled at me and then slowly revealed her breasts. They stood high and firm on her chest with rose colored nipples. I could see they would fill my hands if I grabbed them – and I wanted to. My hands went back to my cock and started stroking it again. I wasn’t hard, not yet, but I could feel I was getting there.

She was reaching for her panties when you came up behind her. You were gloriously naked already. You pressed yourself against her, reached around and pinched her nipples. Megan gasped. “Isn’t she beautiful, baby?”

I nodded and could feel my cock starting to fill my hand.

“Have you kissed her yet?” you asked me.

“No. I was waiting for you.”

You smiled at that. “Good boy.” You gently pushed Megan towards me. “Go to him. Let him show you how a real man kisses a woman.”

I stood for her. If I was going to show her how a real man kisses a woman, I didn’t want to be sitting. She stepped up to me. I could almost feel the heat of her against my cock. I could almost feel the hard tips of her nipples against my chest. I placed one hand on her arm and the other behind her head. My thumb was on her cheek right in front of her ear. I tilted her head back. I could see the nervous expectation in her eyes. Then I kissed her.

I was gentle at first, but I gradually increased the pressure. I opened up her lips with mine. I sought out her tongue with mine. She met me with her passion, but I was the one who moved her tongue, not the other way around. My grip on her arm and neck tightened. I pulled her in hard against me. “Gentle domination” is what I called this when I did this to you. Like you, she melted against me.

Then you pulled her away from me. We both gasped at the sudden separation. “That’s enough for now,” you said. Your arms wrapped her and your hands covered her breasts. “I’m not quite done with her.” You nuzzled and kissed along her neck. “One of us still hasn’t cum yet.”

You turned her around and Megan melted into your arms. I saw your mouths come together and your tongues dueling. This wasn’t like the last time you kissed. You were still gentle; you were still sweet. But there was far more passion in this exchange. This was primal desire in its rawest form. I know what you are like when you get like this. I know what it feels like to be the target of this. It was awe-inspiring to watch from the outside.

Megan surprised you then. Her hand found your pussy and slipped two fingers inside you. Her other hand squeezed your breast and tweaked your nipple. “Fuck!” you gasped and threw back your head. I can only imagine how turned on you were, how primed you were. Then her mouth went your neck and I saw her lips and tongue and teeth work on your throat. I saw her hand grasp your neck. I know how sensitive your neck is. I know that I can almost make you cum by taking your neck in my hands. I wonder if Megan ever realized how close she came to taking control of you.

Your hands took her by the hips and pushed her back towards the bed. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell on her ass. You were on top of her immediately. Your hands hooked under her panties, stripped then down her legs and tossed them to far corner of the room. Megan was staring at you with eyes heavy with lust, but you weren’t looking at her face at all. You were looking down her pussy, a look of pure fascination on your face. In the flickering candlelight, I could see the trimmed dark landing strip of her pubic hair and the gleam of her wetness. I watched your face change; I watched the resolution settle over you and then you leaned down into her.

“OH…. FUUuuuucckkk!” Megan groaned as you sucked her clit into your mouth. Her back arched and her hips lifted from the bed. I saw your jaw move and imagined your tongue swirling around inside her. “Oh fuck!” she moaned again.

You let her hips drop to the bed and lifted your head. I could see Megan’s wetness on your lips and my cock started to stiffen. “Not yet,” you said looking up at her. “You can’t cum just yet.” You kissed your way up her body – your tongue dipping into her belly button, your teeth nipping at her nipples. All the while, your fingers circled back and forth over her clit. “You know why you can’t come yet?”

“Because you haven’t cum yet,” Megan moaned.

“Because I haven’t cum yet,” You kissed her. Playing with her tongue. You settled your hips between her legs and started grinding your pussy into hers. “Are you going to try and make me cum?”

Megan ground her pussy back up into you. “Yes,” she gasped.

I watched your back arch as you rocked your hips. “How… how are you going to make me cum?”

“It want… I want to lick you… make you cum…”

“Yes… Please…” you said. Megan groaned and you rolled her over on top of you. “Make me cum, Megan.”

She started kissing her way down your body, mirroring the way you’d gone up hers. I was fully hard now, watching her suck and bite your nipples, watching her kiss along your abs towards the heat between your legs.

“Is this making you hot, baby?” you asked. “Is it making you hard to watch this pretty little girl lick me and suck me and… OH FUCK!” Your back arched like Megan’s had when she found your clit. Your hips bucked up into her mouth. Megan settled between your legs and wrapped her arms around hips, holding you down.

I laid down next to you on the bed. I stroked the side of your face, down your neck and cupped your breast. You looked at me. Your mouth was open, and your eyes were unfocused. I kissed you and your tongue was insistent in my mouth. Your hand found my cock and started stroking me back to hardness. “Is she good, baby?” I asked you.

Your eyes closed and low, lusty wail escaped your lips. Your hand moved up and down my shaft in an irregular rhythm. “She’s so good baby,” you moaned. “She’s… not like you… doesn’t know me like you… but… but… she’s OH so good…”

I started moving hips, my precum greasing you hand as I thrust into it. I took one of your nipples in my mouth. I held it between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. “Oh my God, that’s so good,” you groaned. Then I felt you grab my cock hard. “Do… do you… do you want to fuck her, baby?” you asked.

I lifted my head from your breast. “What?” I asked back. My astonishment cut through my arousal.

“Do you… want to… OH FUCK… Do you want… to fuck her?” you asked again but didn’t wait for my answer. “I want… to watch you… watch you inside her.”

I gazed over at Megan. She knelt between your legs. Her legs were curled underneath her, and her ass was raised and exposed. I stood up from the bed. “Do you want that Megan… Do you want him to fuck you?” you asked as you stroked her hair. I could hear her growl between your legs. I got up behind her and placed my hands on the globes of her ass. I felt the flesh give under my grip. “Do you want it, Megan?” you continued. “OH FUCK! That’s good… Do you want him inside you?” The girl’s ass started rock under my hands. You locked eyes with me, the focus returning for just a moment. “Do it,” you told me. “Fuck her. I want you too.”

I stood up and got behind Megan. I could see the pink rosebud of her anus and the wetness of her pussy. I lined myself up, felt her wetness against the head of my cock. “Please, do it,” I heard one of you say. I’m still not sure which one. I sunk myself into her hot, wet flesh.

“Oh… Fucking… GOD!” Megan groaned into your pussy. I saw you stare at me wide-eyed and then your head rolled back on the pillow. I felt a low guttural growl escape me as I started moving inside the girl. I moved slowly, trying to hold back the feeling rolling through my groin. Megan was rolling her hips around me, stroking me as I was thrusting inside her.

“Ohmygod… Ohmygod… Ohmygod!” you were moaning. “I can feel… I can feel you fucking her… It’s like… It’s like… you’re fucking me… through her….” You had Megan’s head in both of your hands, holding her against you. Megan’s right shoulder was moving and I think she had her fingers inside you.

We found a rhythm, Megan’s body rolling like a wave between us. Your hips would come up, push her back into me and then I would thrust her back into you. I could feel the pleasure building up in my balls, the pressure against the head of my cock. Keeping the rhythm steady was getting harder and harder.

It was hitting you, too. Your hips were snapping up faster and faster, driving the pleasure that threatened to build into a tidal wave. “Ohmygod… Ohmygod… oh fuck… OH fuck… OH FUCK…” you groaned. Then the wave crashed. “I’m…. I’m… OH GOD!” you wailed. I’ve experienced your orgasms. I know how the muscles of your abs and thighs clench. I know how your throat tightens. I know how your body locks rigid.

I felt more than heard Megan’s orgasm. You were holding her mouth to your pussy so she couldn’t make any noise. But I could feel her body shake. I felt the sudden arhythmic jerking of her hips. I felt the ripple of her muscles trying to grip me and hold me inside her. I felt her wetness pour over my balls.

The feeling started to push me over the edge. I felt the heat rise from my legs into my groin. I felt the rhythm of my hips lose coherence. I felt the pressure in the head of my cock start to fill to bursting. “No!” I screamed. I pushed Megan away from me and off of you. I saw you spread out below me. Your limbs were loose in post orgasmic bliss. Your eyes were half closed. I could see your swollen, wet pussy gleaming in the candlelight.

Then I was inside you.

“FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” you screamed. Your hands clawed into my back. “FUUuuucckkk…” you groaned and legs locked around my back. I thrust once… twice… then I exploded inside you. I felt the cum rush out of me and it felt like I was pouring my soul into you.

I don’t know how long it was before I rolled off you and onto my back. I needed to catch my breath. I felt like I had run a marathon. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I willed awareness back into my body and felt the warmth of you beside me.

“That was so fucking hot,” Megan said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at us. Her hand was between her legs, stroking herself in long, languid circles.

“Yes, it was,” you were still catching your breath as you spoke. You looked over at me and squeezed my hand. “I love you,” you told me.

“I love you,” I said.

Megan shyness came back to her. “I guess I should go now?” she asked.

“NO!” you said and sat up. You caught her hand and pulled her in, laying her in between us. Your hand trailed up from her navel in between her breasts. “What are you doing?” Megan asked in a raspy voice.

Your fingers stroked up her neck and across her lips. Megans tongue came out to lick at them. “I don’t think we’re done with you, yet.” Then you looked at me. “Are we, Honey?”

I smiled at you. “I guess not.”

You smiled at me and slipped a finger inside Megan’s pussy. The girl writhed and moaned. “How do you think we should use her next?” you asked me.