Samantha’s Sexy Surprise

Literotic asexstories – Samantha’s Sexy Surprise by Samantha_Sherman,Samantha_Sherman
The plan was for my friend Keli to fly me to an airfield near your place. She would be there all weekend visiting family, so I could catch a flight with her. You would pick me up so we could spend the long summer holiday weekend together. We hadn’t seen each other for ages and I figured we would make up for lost time. I decided to bring you a little surprise.

I told you about my BFF Sara, and now you were going to meet her. It turned out that she had no plans for the weekend, so I invited her along. Keli and I picked her up in Dallas and we flew in from there. We hadn’t seen each other for some time and we were excited to be together again. Sara and I wore light jackets in case it was cold. We had our Go-bag and phones and that was all. We believed in travelling light. I was looking forward to introducing you and I was sure you two would hit it off right away.

Sara and I have known each other literally forever. She was our neighbor’s daughter and she was born when I was two. Our birthdays are two years and five days apart; mine on November tenth and Sara’s on the fifteenth and we have been close friends ever since. We lived just outside of Telluride and we saw each other every day.

We were the closest neighbors in a rural area where it was a mile or so between houses. Our houses were right next door, only about a quarter mile apart. We grew up together, played and rode bicycles and dirt bikes. We went hiking and fishing in the forest. We both fell in love with animals and nature. We found the natural world fascinating.

We always had birthdays together. We went to the same schools, knew all the same people. We played doctor and practiced our kissing technique on each other. We even shared a boyfriend one summer.

As we grew into women, we explored each other. We learned about our bodies and what turned us on. We took one another’s virginity one afternoon when we shared our first dildo. We shared our hopes and dreams and fears. We laughed and cried and loved each other. We knew each other intimately. She was more than a friend or sister or even a mother could ever be. She is everything to me and I love her.

Now, you already knew me and you knew that I could be a merciless dick teaser. You knew when I get that itch, I would sometimes do naughty things to scratch it. You knew my ‘thing’ was that deep down inside I was a true cum slut and you never judged. Well, when I told you Sara was just like me, but I left out the part about her ‘thing’.

Sara has long nipples just like mine, except hers are pierced. I took her to get them done and she was never more turned on than when the tattoo guy punched that needle through her nipples. There was no way I was doing that; my nipples hurt just watching her. She usually wears studs in them, but she wears rings when we are apart. She likes to have her nipples abused, pulled and bitten and sometimes it makes her cum.

The thing about Sara is that she loves to have her ass paddled. She had always loved spanking, and I have spanked her with a number of items from my bare hand to a ping-pong paddle to a riding crop. They were all exciting and we got turned on doing it, but her real thing is being paddled. I procured a hardwood paddle locally and we decided to try it out. As soon as I got home I showed her the paddle. We got each other undressed in record time.

“Oh, Samantha.” she whispered. Her eyes opened wide when she saw it, then looked at me.

“Are you sure you want the paddle Sara? I don’t want to hurt you.”

She said, “Oh, Sam. Don’t be afraid, it’s pleasure to me. Paddle me harder than ever before, Sam! I want it.”

I said, “Anything for my baby.” and put my hair up in a ponytail.

“Sara, I got you something else, too” There’s something about a blindfold that makes things more interesting.

Sara said, “Ooo!” as I turned her around and tied the blindfold over her eyes.

She bent over the bed and I stood behind her, crouching down to fasten a spreader bar to her ankles. I placed a wet, warm kiss on each butt cheek.

The bed was at the perfect height to bend Sara over and lay her face down on the mattress. I bound each wrist to the headboard posts so she was immobilized, her beautiful ass exposed for my hardwood paddle. Her face was to the side so I could see her face. She was especially sexy wearing that blindfold.

I stood off to her right, my left hand holding an old-fashioned oak paddle. It was a big one; thick and wide and long and just heavy enough to leave an impression. I brought it up to her ass like a practice swing and let it stop where it was touching her sexy ass. It easily reached all the way across her tender cheeks. It would make contact on the sweet spot across her ass with no problem. I noticed she was wet, her juices glistening between her legs.

I rubbed the paddle on her cheeks to tease her some more. I didn’t say a word when I brought the paddle all the way up for the first whack. When she felt the paddle leave her cheeks, she gripped the sheets with both hands and whispered, “Oh, Sam!” I raised my arm all the way up as far as I could and brought it down sharply against her ass with all my might.

“Crack!” said the paddle as it delivered the first kiss. Sara sucked in her breath sharply and screamed, “Oww, Sam! That hurts! Damn! Samantha! Oww…ouch.” Her face was flush and she started whimpering. I pulled my arm back and landed the second kiss.

“Crack.” She was howling now, crying and sobbing on the bed as I pulled my arm back for another whack.

She said, “Sam, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” over and over when the third whack kissed her cheeks with a loud,

“Crack.” She howled in pain as the stinging heat spread throughout her rear end through her pelvis and deep inside her belly. She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

I said, “Are you OK Sara?”

Sara said, “Yes, ma’am! Don’t stop, Sam. Don’t stop!”

I brought the paddle down with all my might just like the first one,

“Crack!” She yelped and continued crying. I brought my arm all the way up and swung the paddle down for one last kiss.

“Crack!” She yelled “Oh Sam! The stinging! My ass is on fire!” I put the paddle on the bed and rubbed soothing cream on bright red cheeks. Her ass felt hot to the touch as if it were on fire. I rubbed the cooling cream all over her ass, hips and pussy. I slid three fingers in and out of her soaked pussy until she was moaning and squirming against her restraints.

She told me afterward that she loved the sting of the paddle’s kiss. The pain was intense, but quickly turned into a burning heat that flowed throughout her body straight through her center. She called the pain “delicious” and I was happy to deliver it. From that time, the paddle has been her first choice.

Sara and I look alike and people often mistake us for sisters. At 5 feet zero and 110 pounds she is a little younger, a little smaller and a little blonder than me. She has pretty blue eyes and a cute little nose and her perfect little smile. I want to eat her all up every time I see her. We both live clean and stay fit. We both run at 4 am every morning no matter where we are, together or apart. We were looking forward to tomorrow’s run together.

Keli said, “We’re here!” and we were on the ground in no time.

We were about 30 minutes early. The airfield had a few hangars with a big orange windsock, a big house and a few other buildings. And a bunch of big antennas. It was very well kept. We kissed Keli goodbye and she took off in her jeep.

We slid our Oakleys on our heads and got two Dr. Peppers from the food truck. We walked over to the picnic table to sit down. Sara sat on the bench facing the food truck and I sat on the other side of the table facing the same way. Jack was the food truck guy and the airport guy was John. They were quite talkative and very friendly, so we chatted with them while we waited. As it turned out, the airfield was the only one for miles and it was open 24/7. They were expecting a lot of traffic for the weekend.

Well, it was getting warmer out as the sun crept up into the clear blue sky. John pointed out the restroom so we made a quick trip to the ladies and checked ourselves in the mirror. We brushed our hair and chatted a little. We were both like cats in heat and we wanted to tease John and Jack a little. We finished up and Sara went to take her jacket off. I stopped her. I wanted to tease them and make a show of it.

We walked back out to the table. I said, “He should be here any minute.” We walked over to the other side of the table so our backs were facing the guys. We shaded our eyes and looked out at the road to see you coming. The sun was bright, so we put our Oakleys back on and shaded our eyes with our hand. It was getting warm.

We turned to face John and Jack and took off our jackets as we walked back to the table. I said, “I think that’s him coming down the road.” I was wearing a cut-off AC/DC T-shirt and Sara was wearing a little pink Hello Kitty crop-top. She was clearly wearing rings in her nipples. We threw our jackets on the table and stood there talking to the guys and making sure they got a good look at us. I thought their eyeballs were going to pop right out of their heads. We just pretended not to notice while awaiting your arrival. That’s when we saw you pulling into the airfield in an old pick-up truck that was your pride and joy, a 1956 F-100. You told me all about it but this was the first time I saw it in person.

You pulled right up to us and got out of the truck. You said hello to John and Jack, of course you all knew each other. You introduced us to them as your friends and said

“You ladies haven’t been teasing John and Jack have you?”

I gave you my best innocent eyes and said, “Innocent little us?” Sara giggled.

I said, “Quentin, this is Sara.”

She said, “Hello. Quentin. Nice to meet you.”

“So, you are the better half. Nice to meet you, Sara.”

You were happy to see me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Sara gave you a big hug and kiss too. We thanked Jack for the sodas and threw our jackets and Go bag in the back.

You opened the truck door for us and we were interested to see the truck had a big, long gear shifter right in the middle. It was a little taller than the seat and kind of bent back a little with a big ball on the top. One of us would have to sit in the middle while you shifted gears. Sara looked at me with a grin.

She started to open her mouth and I called, “Shotgun!”

She slid on over to the center of the bench seat straddling the shifter. It wasn’t really that close to the seat, but shifting was going to be interesting. We got in and you shut the door and went around to your side and got in.

We asked you to take us for a ride in the country and away we went. We were all staring at your hand as you put the truck in reverse. The shifter came back really far and your hand was practically in Sara’s lap. We looked at you as you shifted from reverse to first and then looked back at the gear shifter between Sara’s legs. When you worked your way through the gears, your hand moved between her knees and stopped right in front of her crotch. You left your hand on the shifter most of the time.

Honestly, Sara and I could barely contain ourselves.

We chatted along the way and I was happy to see you guys becoming fast friends.

When we got to the house, we grabbed our jackets and overnight bag out of the truck and went to the porch to wait for you while you put the truck in the garage. I sat in the porch swing, and Sara sat in the big rocking chair. We both kicked off our boots to relax. There was a big jar of sun tea sitting on the porch railing soaking up some sunshine.

When you came up the steps you said, “Are you girls hungry?”

“Well, maybe a little,” said Sara.

You said, “Me too. I’ll go fix us some lunch.” Sara came over to sit with me, and we snuggled on the swing.

We must have fallen asleep because we were surprised by you clanging a triangle dinner bell and yelling, “Come and get it, soups on!” and laughing as we were startled awake by the sound. Sara jumped up and ran inside.

I smiled at you and said, “Oh, you will pay for that, just you wait.” I loved it when you held the door open for me and slapped me on the ass as I walked by you into the house.

Sara came back, and we all sat down to eat. It was all natural, homemade and delicious. I was so impressed that you remembered our bunny-food diet!

You fixed us tomato soup from scratch with tomatoes and onions you grew in your garden. The grilled cheese sandwiches were made from fresh bread that you baked and locally made goat cheese. We had sweet sun tea from the porch to wash it down. It was delicious. We ate and chatted for a little while before moving back out to the porch.

You sat on the rocking chair, and we girls sat on the swing. It was a cool, breezy day, and we chatted as we watched the clouds go by. Sara stood up and started walking up and back on the porch, looking at all of the curios you had on the wall. She looked at them all, giggling at some and counting the bullet holes in and old Road Closed sign. I walked up behind her and rested my hands on her hips.

Sara turned around to look at me with her big blue eyes. Those eyes made me melt every time, and I had to give her just a light kiss on the lips. You watched us kissing on your porch, there just for you. You went inside and tuned the radio to a jazz station. She and I started moving to the music. We slow danced a little and Sara whispered in my ear. Sara was getting excited, and it was time to get you involved.

We walked over to you, and you stood up. I kissed you first, and we slow danced a little. Then it was Sara’s turn. She danced with you for a few minutes and then decided to start kissing you instead. I stood right beside her and kissed you too. You had one hand on each of our backs as we took turns giving you sexy kisses. Pretty soon, Sara pushed me away and put her arms around your neck. You guys started really going at it, Sara kissing you with her hot wet mouth, and you feeling her up with your big, strong hands. She unfastened your pants, and they hit the floor. Your long stiff cock was poking her just below her tits. She broke the kiss and looked down and gasped. “Oh my God, Samantha!” She put her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back down so you were sitting back in the rocker. She knelt between your knees in front of you and started stroking your fat cock. She licked and spit on the head and stroked it some more until it started dripping pre-cum. Once it was lubed up, she looked into your eyes and said, “Cum for me, baby. I wanna taste it.”

She was really into jacking you off with both hands wrapped around your fat prick. She was watching her hands stroking you and licking her lips. She was looking straight into your eyes whispering, “Cum for me, baby, cum for Sara.” I had my hands under my skimpy top, pinching my nipples and watching your face.

Sara said, “He’s cumming, Sam.” and engulfed your cock with her mouth. I bent down to cover your mouth with mine as you moaned and filled Sara’s with your hot load of sweet cum. I kept on kissing you while Sara sucked your balls dry. Then I turned and kissed Sara, swapping your cum back and forth in our mouths right in front of your face. We both smiled at you and we all stood up.

Now that’s what I call getting acquainted!

Sara stood on her toes with her hands on your waist and gave you a long wet cum kiss. I could see your tongues fighting to see who would get the most cum.

Sara stood back and said, “Wow, Quentin. That was A LOT of cum and tasty too!”

You smiled and said, “Girls, there’s plenty more where that came from!”.

We went inside and sat at the big oak dining room table enjoying another glass of sun tea. The house was filled with antique furniture. The old table was big enough to seat four and it could pull out to seat six. It had high-backed oak chairs with cushions. The chairs seemed big for us but they fit your big frame perfectly. They were very comfortable.

We chatted away, still working on teasing you, Sara and I leaned forward in our chairs with our arms on the table in front of us, hands clasped and listened intently to whatever you were saying. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was busy squeezing my boobs together with my arms a little bit, smiling at you the whole time. Sara was too. We chatted for a while and watched you squirm, staring at our racks and doing your best to carry on a conversation.

Sara went out to change the station on the radio. It was a big antique floor model from the old days before television. You found it at an estate sale and had it restored. It was beautiful. Sara tuned it to a country station and when she returned, she had a deck of cards in her hand.

Sara said, “Wanna play a game?”

You said, “How about Texas hold ’em?”

She said, “No, something more exciting than that!”

I said, “How about strip poker?”

“No, Samantha, something REALLY exciting!”

I guessed, “How about Truth or Dare?”

“Yes!” she said excitedly. “OK. High card asks a question to anyone they want.” She shuffled the cards and set the deck in the middle of the table. Sara drew the top card, and I drew next. You flipped over a two. We smiled at you and showed you our cards, a king and a queen.

Sara said, “I go first”. She looked straight at you but her nipple rings pressing against her tight pink top were the focus of your attention.

Sara giggled and said, “So Quentin, Truth or Dare?”

You thought about it for a good minute and said, “Truth.” This was going to get interesting.

Sara said, “Tell me, Quentin. How long is that big cock of yours?”

She was kneeling on her chair leaning over with her arms on the table.

You didn’t miss a beat when you said, “Two-and-a-half hands.”

We all laughed at your quick wit. You leaned in and gave Sara a kiss and she kissed you back. Sara sat back on her heels and drew the next card. It was the eight of clubs. I reached over and drew the nine of spades and you drew the two of diamonds.

I smiled at you and said, “Truth or Dare, Quentin?”

This time you said, “Dare.”

Sara was leaning forward on the table again watching you intently.

I said, “I dare you to let us tie you to a chair and put on a little show for you. But no talking and no touching. You can’t touch us or yourself. What do you say?” Sara and I were breathless.

You looked at Sara and then at me and said, “Well, hell yes!”

Woo-hoo! Sara and I were ecstatic! She climbed down, picked up her chair and placed it in the center of the living room facing the couch. I picked up our iced tea glasses and put them in the kitchen sink.

Sara came back and said, “Well, Quentin. Are you ready?

You said, “Wait a minute. There are three of us here. We have one hand of cards left to play.”

Sara said, “You’re right, Quentin. Give me the cards, I’ll shuffle.” You handed them to her and she promptly threw them in the trash.

She said, “Fuck cards. I wanna play a different game.”

We each grabbed a hand and pulled you to your feet. You were laughing at us trying to get you out of that chair. You are bigger but we outnumbered you. It wasn’t like you were being forced or anything, but you were. We wanted to force you and we were determined to do it!

I grabbed your hands and Sara got behind you and put both hands on your back.

“Move it! We won you fair and square! You’re our boy toy now!”

You didn’t put up much of a struggle and we got you over to the chair. I started undressing you and Sara went to get our Go-bag.

I left a trail of kisses from your lips to your belly as I peeled off your clothes. I opened your pants and they dropped to the floor. I crouched down in front of you to pick them up kissing the head of your dick before grabbing the pants and standing up. I tossed them on the floor somewhere behind you. You were totally naked and I was fully dressed. That was erotic all by itself.

You were already hard and I cupped your balls and squeezed your cock and gave you one more kiss. I put my hands on your shoulders and pushed you down to sit in the chair. You pulled me close by the waistband of my jeans and unbuttoned them. I wiggled my ass as you pulled them the rest of the way down.

I held onto your shoulders while you pulled them off me, one foot at a time. You handed them to me and I stood back, tossing them on the couch. You were checking out the little message on my panties that said T. G. I. F. with a pair of lips showing you exactly where to kiss my aching pussy. Now I was getting much more comfortable.

Sara returned with the Go-bag and she had removed her jeans, too. She was absolutely beaming! She was so hot I thought she would burst into flames. She had on a cute little Hello Kitty G-string to go with her top and little pink socks to match. You were going to lose your mind when you saw her.

She came up behind you and plopped the bag down on your lap, tickled pink about having you as her slave. She chatted away while she cuffed you to the chair, telling you how we were going to make you squirm. She was quick and had your feet and hands cuffed to the chair in minutes. She had manacles holding your lower legs to the chair and cuffs holding your forearms to the side of the chair. I stepped back a little so Sara could come around in front of you. Honestly, Sara was stunning from the back. She picked up the Go-bag and dropped it on the floor. She stood in front of you bent over her face just inches from yours.

She said, “Now Quentin, you know the deal. No talking and no touching or there will be no pussy for you.” She gave you a long kiss and stood up.

Well, we struck sexy poses in front of you like Playboy models at a photoshoot. We would touch ourselves and each other. We would get really close to you and bend over to almost kiss you then pull away.

We slow danced for a while and I kissed Sara passionately, caressing each other’s tits, squeezing them and rubbing our nipples together.

We peeled off each other’s tops and tossed them on your lap. We giggled when they landed on your stiff cock, making a little tent. We were kissing and sucking each other’s face, neck, shoulders and tits. I loved kissing and pulling her nipple rings, putting each one in my mouth and pulling on them with my teeth. Sara moaned, loving the nipple play.

I said, “Watch me, Quentin.”

I crouched in front of Sara, sliding my hands over her boobs and her hard little body to cup her cute ass with both hands. I pulled her forward to meet my tongue. I licked all around the edge of her panties, making sure you could see me lick her. I pulled her G-string down so her panties were around her knees and buried my face in her bare pussy.

I licked and nibbled her pussy and zeroed in on her sensitive throbbing clit. It gets long when she is excited and I sucked it like a tiny cock. Sara was moaning now with her hands in my hair. I latched my lips on her and gave her a clit BJ.

She was moaning louder now and said, “That’s it! Ooo…ooo…Sam!”

She was humping her clit all over my tongue and face, cumming her brains out and pulling her nipple rings hard. She orgasmed for several minutes. I held her and stroked her long hair and skin sharing her afterglow. We stopped and looked over to see how you were doing. Your big dick was hard again. And big. It was standing straight up, waving around in the air. You were doing a great job behaving so far.

I sat down on the couch and Sara kicked her panties off and walked over to you. She bent over so her face was just inches from yours. She picked up our tops and tossed them on the floor behind you. She squatted between your knees and brought her mouth close enough so you could feel her hot breath on the head of your throbbing cock. She looked up at you with her blue eyes, her mouth open just inches from your cock but never touching it. You did not move. She stood up again and bent over you again, this time giving each ear a warm, wet tongue kiss, her tits right in your face.

She stood up and your long hard cock was ready for action. She slid her tight pussy down and started working it in. Your fat cock was so big she had to take in just a little bit at a time and pull up, then slide down a little more, then back up again. She was sliding up and down, up and down, up and down until she finally stuffed it all the way in her tight fuck hole. Oh, God she looked so hot working that big dick like a woman possessed.

She moaned,” Oh baby, I am so full. So full of dick. What a beautiful dick you have! Oh Quentin! Fuck me!”

She started cumming all over your cock, soaking you with a flood of girl juice. She sat on your cock with her big tits right in your face. She was still having little aftershocks and catching her breath and she still had your dick inside her.

Sara put her hands on your shoulders and pushed her tits in your face. You grabbed her around the waist and started sucking and chewing on her nipples and pulling her rings. I realized how big you really are when I noticed your hands almost encircled her entire waist. She put her arms around your neck and started to slowly gyrate on your cock.

She said, “Quentin, I want you to bite my nipples. Pull them, hurt them. Do you understand? Can you do that for me, Quentin? Can you hurt them?”

The answer was yes. You kissed and bit them first and then you pulled on her rings with your teeth, hard! Wow! You were pinching and twisting her rock-hard nipples. You had your hands around her tiny waist and you were fucking the daylights out of her. You were using her like a little fuck toy and she couldn’t stop gasping and moaning.

You picked her up and laid her on the floor, never pulling out, and fucked the hell out of her. She was so wet she was leaving a puddle on the floor under her ass! You grabbed her nipple rings and pulled them straight up just high enough so her back was off the floor, but all her weight was on those rings. She arched her back and let out a long low growling moan, her head tilted back and her long hair touching the floor.

She was letting out little sounds and moans and I knew she was getting ready to cum. I forgot how hot she looked fucking a man and I loved that it was you she was fucking. She orgasmed again with a howl, clearly loving your touch. She laid on the floor convulsing with aftershocks from her orgasm and looked up at you. You were on all fours looking down at her and your hard cock was still planted deep inside her spasming pussy.

I crawled over to our overnight bag and pulled out a squirt bottle of body oil. I pulled off my panties and climbed up onto the love seat and sat cross legged in the middle of it buck naked. Today I had a full bush for your pleasure. I let it grow out over the last few days, anticipating our visit.

Instead of my little triangle I had a full blonde bush running from just above my clit down to the bottom of my slit. It was like a landing strip for your cock and I couldn’t wait to feel you touch down. I watched the two of you and rubbed some body oil on my hands. It was the kind of oil that sort of tingles when it touches your skin. I rubbed it all over my skin coating my entire body. It was tingly and warm.

Even though my pussy was sopping wet, I slathered body oil all over it and my tight asshole too. I gave my pussy and ass a little finger fuck and then oiled down my legs to my toes and back up to my belly and tits. I was getting slippery and tingly all over.

I reached into the bag and pulled out our little friend, a long thick obsidian black glass dildo with bumps and curves in just the right spots, a true work of art. It was long and curved and thick enough to fill my hungry vagina.

I lubed it up and watched you guys intently, rubbing the head of the dildo all over my pussy from my erect clit down to my sloppy wet vagina. Oh, fuck, I was really getting into it! I was rubbing the head all over my wet pussy, grinding it harder and harder over my clit. Watching you two fuck was so erotic. I was holding that glass dick with both hands rubbing it all over my sweet pussy. I stuck it inside my slit and rubbed my G-spot and rubbed my clit with my fingers.

I watched as Sara stood up and backed off a little so she could bend over and lick her juices off your fat cock. I couldn’t believe you were still hard! Oh, fuck, I started giving my steaming snatch a serious work out. Holy fuck baby, watching you fuck her was so intense. I was getting close!

Sara stood up and turned to see me rubbing that black dick on my creamy slit and looked at you. You took Sara’s hand and headed to your bedroom, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me in too. I got in the king-sized bed and laid back on the pillows. I had my legs spread, my pussy wide open and started fucking myself for real. I was rubbing the head of that big fat dick on my wet hole and it slid right in.

I moaned, “Ohh…mmm” and forced it deep inside.

I fucked it in and out, in and out, over and over. Oh, it was so thick! Sara crawled up onto the bed beside me and rubbed my clit while I fucked my steamy vagina with that big cock. I started moaning and groaning while I humped it. I pulled it out of my pussy and rolled over onto my belly with my ass in the air.

Sara took the dildo from me as I slid both hands down to my pussy and continued finger fucking myself and pinching my clit. Sara started rubbing the head of that big cock on my little rosebud. My ass started spasming a little when you rubbed it on me.

“Ooo…ooo…mmm…Yes, Sara yes! Ooo…Ohh.”

She started forcing it in past my anus and into my ass. Shoving it all the way in until I could feel it deep inside me. She pulled it back out all the way and then shoved it back in. She picked up the pace and started fucking my ass with a vengeance and I started to cum again.

“Oh, God, yes! Fuck my ass, Sara. Fuck me!”

I yelled and moaned some more as she slammed it all the way in and swirled it around inside me. The position of her hand as she fucked me allowed her to bump into my clit on every stroke. She worked it around in circles inside me and I was lost to everything else but Sara fucking me. I was moaning and drooling and playing with my clit. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof and the slightest touch made me jump with pleasure.

When she pulled it out, you were on the bed kneeling behind my ass and I was still playing with my pussy. I could see Sara suck off the dildo then put it in your mouth. She slid it in and out of your mouth so you got a good taste. When she pulled it out, I felt you grab my ass with both hands and started licking me from my ass, down to my pussy and up to my clit. Sara was holding me open and you were licking the fuck out of me and I couldn’t get enough. Soon the licking stopped and I felt you shove three fingers into my vagina and finger fuck me.

Finally, you said, “Time for some real cock, Samantha.”

You grabbed my hips and sunk your fat cock deep inside my ass. You were not gentle, you rammed it all the way in one thrust and started pounding away. I loved being stuffed full of hot hard dick.

You were giving me a serious ass fucking and I was yelling, “Ooo…ohhh…ohhh…Quentin! Mmm…fuck me…fuck me!”

After a few minutes fucking my tight ass, I felt you pull out and sink it straight into my hot pussy in one fluid motion. Oh, Quentin my ass and pussy were on fire! Oh, fuck! It was so good to feel you really fuck my pussy hard. Finally, you were giving it to me! It was So. Fucking. Good!

Honestly, sometimes a girl needs a good fucking and you are my go-to guy, Quentin. You are the best fuck I have ever had and I will always be back for more.

I said, “Oh, fuck! Keep fucking! Mmm…ooo…ohhh yes. Fuck!”

You made me cum again, squirting girl juice everywhere! Oh my God, Quentin!

You rammed it in balls deep and Sara came around behind you to squeeze your balls as you painted my insides with hot cum! You were grinding that cock into me filling me with spurt after spurt of steaming hot cream.

When you finally pulled out, I collapsed on the bed and rolled over to face you. Sara was right there, squeezing your balls as you jacked off and squirted even more cum all over my face and boobs. I just moaned and rubbed your cum into my skin, as you and Sara started licking me clean. We kissed and licked and fucked each other for hours before we finally wore each other out.

You fell asleep with one of us on each side of your body hugging you. Oh Quentin, what a night!

I woke up staring at the ceiling and you were still sleeping beside me. Sara was propped up on her left elbow, watching you breathe. I leaned up on my right elbow to watch Sara. You had quite an impact on her, she was impressed as much as she was infatuated. She was on cloud nine.

She had that exuberant fresh-fucked vibe; we both did. I put my finger to my lips to shush her, going down to give your semi-erect cock a kiss on the head and crawled out of bed. Sara did the same and we headed for our room. We could not believe you were still halfway hard! We had not been that well fucked in a long time. There is something about being completely and thoroughly taken and fucked by a big, strong man that puts us in a state of euphoria.

I started the water blasting and jumped in the shower.

Sara jumped in and squealed when the ice-cold water hit her skin, jumping back out again, “Samantha! You’re a polar bear!” she giggled.

I turned up the warm water and she joined me again. We were covered in sweat, cum, lube and girl juice. We both had cum on our faces and in our hair.

We looked each other up and down, giggled and said, “Slut!” at the exact same moment. We giggled some more and had a little tickle fight before scrubbing away the night. I love it when we shower together because we do each other’s back! It’s so much better than a scrub brush. We washed the cum out of our well fucked bodies and our hair, wrapped our heads in towels and sat on the bed for a while.

The big antique bathtub looked like it would fit us both. Maybe we would try it out later.

We dressed in our running fits for our morning run. We were up a little later than usual, but it was a small price to pay for the fucking we got last night. We brushed out each other’s hair and put it up in ponytails. We put on our Nikes, grabbed our phone bands and out the door we went. We listened to either heavy metal, classical or trance music. Today was trance. We got into a zone and ran. Today we were running 5 miles.

On the flight in, I noticed a small town over the hill past the airport, so we ran that way. We waved at John and Jack as we ran by the airport and over the hill. They waved back and got their eyes full when we ran by wearing sports bras and running shorts.

It was a gorgeous summer day with a light breeze and not a cloud in sight. The town turned out to be exactly 5 miles from the house. It was a small town with a main street lined with stores and shops, just like in the old days. It was all decorated with red, white and blue flags and banners to celebrate the holiday.

We ran through the town to the other end, waving at folks along the way. They seemed like friendly people. We slowed down and walked it off, walking around in circles and doing our breathing exercises. We we’re both very fit, so it didn’t take long before we were ready to shop.

We saw a little place on the way through town where they were setting up tables outside under an awning. We walked down Main Street and did some window shopping along the way. Most of the shops were opening soon.

We sat down at one of the tables at The Main Street Cafe. They were open and took our order, a small bowl of fresh fruit and a water. We chatted with the server, Tom. We told him we were staying with Quentin and he said he knew you. We could see the shops were beginning to open. Tom told us the town served as a bedroom community or home-away-from-home for people maintaining energy infrastructure in the area. Tom told us to come back later for some live music, dancing and fireworks. We said we would see him later.

We were thrilled to see all the shops, many owned by craftsmen making a variety of handmade products from boots and hats to dresses and even soap & shampoo. We were like two kids in a candy store! We wanted to dress up for you, so we bought all new everything.

We went to the dress shop first to see what they had. The owner, Marie, had two perfect summer dresses handmade by her. We had to have them! She measured us first, then we tried them on. She put pins in here and there and told us to come back in a couple hours and she would have them ready.

We looked around her shop and noticed she had everything a girl would need to create the perfect fit. We asked Marie about a few more items and she added them to our order. We paid her with our card and headed to the next shop.

Sara and I stopped at several more places picking up a few items here and there. We weren’t sure what you had in store for us, so we decided to cover all our bases. We wanted to come back later and check out the music and fireworks and we thought it best to present ourselves as ladies and save the slut wear for another day.

We wound up with packages from several shops. Everyone was friendly and we had fun chatting with all the people in town. When we went to Marie’s to pick up our dresses, we asked about delivery. We came into town on foot and couldn’t carry everything back. She said to leave everything to her and she would have them delivered.

We gave her all her packages and told her we were staying with Quentin. It turns out Marie was John’s wife and they knew where the house was. She called him and told him about us and had him pick up the packages. He said he had plenty of room if we wanted a ride back so we jumped into his truck.

You know, we actually forgot that we were still wearing our little running fits. John turned out to be a real nice guy and we kind of felt bad for teasing him. That’s when I sent that text telling you what we were doing. You said you would meet us at home later and be ready to go out.

Who-hoo! We were going out!

John dropped us off at the house and even brought in our bags. We sat and had a glass of tea with him and he said he had to go; Marie had a long honey-do list for him. We all laughed. I said, “John, thank you for your help today.” Sara said, “Yeah John. You’re the greatest.” We both kissed him on the cheek and he left with a smile. I bet Marie was going to get some later.

Well, we unpacked everything to see what we had. The first thing I wanted was to sit in that tub and relax for a while. I sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, warm this time. We got undressed and brushed out our hair, put it up and went to check the tub. We picked up some local bath oils in town so we dumped some in the bath and slipped into the tub. The old tub was so big we both fit in easily. The bath oils had a nice fragrance and felt good on our skin. They were supposed to make our skin really soft and it was really working.

We weren’t that dirty, just a little sweaty from the run. We sat in the tub at opposite ends facing each other. We were close enough that we could sit up and rub each other’s feet. It’s so sexy washing Sara’s feet.

Sara is a ticklish girl. Even the slightest tickle will have her squirming around rolling with laughter. Well, her feet are ticklish too. The trick is to wash them without setting her off. I learned that a light touch sets her off, a firm grip does not. I firmly grabbed one ankle at a time and scrubbed her pretty feet. She was doing mine when I looked at her and started sucking her toes.

“Samantha! That tickles!” she was starting to giggle. I ran my tongue between her toes and she was giggling in fits. I held on tight so she couldn’t pull her feet away. I held her feet in the air until she quit giggling and relaxed. She laid back and absently sucked her finger and kept her eyes on mine. Just holding her legs in the air was getting her hot. I let her feet back down and put her leg between mine scissor-style. I grabbed her hands and pulled her pussy tight to mine.

We humped each other in a slow grind, like slow motion, savoring every trembling moment. Our grips tightened and we pulled with all our might grinding our clits together as our orgasm rolled right in like an avalanche. We shivered and spasmed and hunched our pussies together for ten minutes, twitching and moaning as our orgasms subsided.

“Oh, God, Sara! That was incredible!”

She said, “Samantha, I sprayed girl juice in the bathwater.” She gave me innocent eyes and I started laughing.

“Sara, girl juice is like perfume; it’s part of our allure. I bet Quentin won’t be able to resist.”

We relaxed for a while longer and got out of the tub to dry each other off. We painted our toenails and waited for them to dry. We had to get ready to go out. Sara was giddy with excitement looking forward to being with you again.

Sara and I picked up a lot of stuff in town, more than we thought. She laid most everything out on the big bed, the rest was hanging all around the room. We defaulted back to fashion show mode, trying on every combination of pieces and found a bunch of cute fits.

Our strategy was to have three choices of outfits. The dresses Marie made rivaled the quality of any designer. She fitted them to us perfectly and she hemmed them just above the knee. She also had some incidentals to go with them.

We picked up boots, belts and shirts, the bath oil and other girl stuff. We had the dress option; jeans option and the super-casual option. You texted me and said you would pick us up in an hour and you had a surprise for us. It was time to get dressed.

We decided to go Texas-style, a girl could never go wrong wearing a dress and boots.

First things first; I had to get Sara dressed. She was sitting on the bed. I took her hands and she stood up in front of me. After the work-out you gave her last night, I took out her nipple rings and put them aside, tending to her tender nipples. I cleaned them up with alcohol and saline and dabbed them dry. Of course, I had to kiss each one as I put the rings back in.

I picked up the dress collar we got at the leather shop and put it around Sara’s neck. It was a thin white leather number with a gold ring where a leash would clip on. I leaned my forehead against hers and looked into her pretty blue eyes. I saw peace and love and contentment in those eyes and I couldn’t resist kissing them.

I said, “My darling Sara, I love you with all my heart.”

She smiled and kissed me and said, “Me too.”

Sara wore a white satin bra and panties and slipped the dress on over her head. It was a white linen print with blue butterflies. She pulled on a pair of socks and white cowboy boots and stood in front of the mirror. The hemline was a few inches above the knee, long enough to be sexy but not slutty. She tried on her white cowgirl hat and it fit perfectly.

My dress was the same as hers except mine had a red rose print instead of butterflies. My lingerie was identical to Sara’s but black. I wore a black velvet choker. My hat and boots were black, too.

We put the rest of our stuff away, hanging a few items in the closet and putting the rest in the large antique oak dresser. I loved the way the house and furniture were like a living snapshot from the past.

We never heard the truck pull in, but we heard you come in the door and yell, “Sam, Sara are you guys ready?”

Well, we were almost ready, so I yelled back, “Be out in a minute, hun.” We figured we were worth the wait, so we took a few minutes to check each other and check the mirror.

Honestly, we were smoke shows, man eaters. Rawr! We were ready to go.

Sara and I hurried out to the living room to greet you and saw that you had brought a friend.

We said “Hello, Quentin. Who’s your friend?”

You introduced us, “Ladies, this is my friend Paul. Paul, this is Sam and this is Sara.”

Paul stood up and offered his hand, “Sam, Sara it’s a pleasure to meet you ladies.” We each gave him our hand and said, “Thank you Paul, the pleasure is ours.”

Paul was a big guy, taller than you by a few inches and bigger, too. We sat on the couch, one of us on either side of him. We chatted and found out that he had been scheduled to be in this area for work, so you invited him over for the weekend. Well, we both had a bit of a surprise, because you didn’t know I was bringing Sara, and I didn’t know you were bringing Paul.

It seemed that you had invited Paul over for the weekend knowing full well that I would be here. Interesting. With our open FWB arrangement, anything was possible. We had fantasized about adding a third, and we had achieved that with Sara. Paul would be our fourth.

I locked eyes with you and smiled. My body was getting warm inside and I was getting shivers up and down my spine. My mouth was watering. Sara and I exchanged glances. I winked at her and she smiled. We were going to have two men tonight.

Sara stood up, “I thought we were going out. Where are we going?”

You said, “Well, we are going into town for a little dining and dancing, country style. Your outfits are perfect. I love the hats!”

Paul spoke up, ” I have never seen two more beautiful women than you two ladies.”

I said, “Well, flattery will get you everywhere, Paul.”

Sara stood right in front of you, giving you her best stern look. She put her hands on her hips and stomped her left foot. She was simply adorable.

“Well, let’s go!” she said, grabbing your hands and pulling you up out of your chair. “Come on, Quentin. Take us dancing!”

You laughed saying, “OK! OK! Let’s get in the truck.”

Sara said, “Yes!” and took your arm.

She was as excited as a schoolgirl on prom night, especially since you were her date. It made me happy to see her happy with you.

I turned to look at Paul and he was right next to me offering his arm.

“Shall we?” he said and I took his arm.

We went out to the truck and you guys opened the doors for us like gentlemen. We stepped up into your F250, Sara was riding up front with you, and I rode in back with Paul. We chatted and flirted with you guys on the short ride.

Main Street was closed down, so you drove around the block and found a parking spot. We hadn’t eaten today and we were famished. We went to the Main Street Café. It was a nice, sunny day, cool but not cold. They had a stage set up in the middle of the street and we could see some guys setting up the band equipment. We got an outside table so we could enjoy the weather and people watch. You guys got our chairs and then sat down. Sara and I both appreciate good manners and chivalry, and you two were batting a thousand.

It was a big, round table with a long white linen tablecloth. It was big enough to allow room for us to eat but still small enough to be intimate. The server, Tracy, brought out or menus and ice water. She welcomed us to Main Street and said she would be right back. We chatted away while we looked at the menu.

Tracy returned, so me and Sara chatted with her for a few minutes while you guys chatted about baseball. We learned she was a single mom, her husband killed in an accident two years prior. She made it through the ordeal with her only child and was finally getting back out in the world. We congratulated her on her perseverance and welcomed her back to the world.

She took our orders and Sara and I had the Garlic Butter Rainbow Trout dish and a small salad. Paul had the Stuffed Pork Chop and you had your favorite dish, Filet Mingon. We chatted during dinner and you told us there would be a country band later with dancing. We would walk off dinner and return for the entertainment. Tracy brought the check on a little tray with four peppermint candies. We each took a piece and you got out your card.

I said, “Honey, please tip heavy, for me?” and I flashed my pretty green eyes at you and smiled. You looked at me, let out a laugh and shook your head, sliding it to me to fill out. “Thank you, dear.”

We got up to go and Sara and I gave Tracy a big hug. I pressed a $100 bill into her hand.

I said, “This is for our reservation. Samantha, table for four. Can you save us the table there by the street?” Tracy started to say something and I shushed her. “Please save us the table, Tracy, that’s all it is.”

Tracy said, “Yes, Samantha. Reservation for four. Thank you.”

“See you later, Tracy. Thanks.”

We walked up Main Street looking at all the shops. One place we didn’t stop at yesterday was the candy store. We didn’t usually eat candy, but my sweet tooth was acting up.

I said, “Sara look. A candy store.”

She squealed and said, “Oh, Samantha, let’s go in!”

We stood at the front window looking at all the chocolate candies in the case. We simply had to go in. You guys decided to stay outside and sit on one of the numerous benches found up and down the street, correctly guessing that we would be in there for a while.

I addition to the case in front, a long case was lined up along each wall down the length of the store. One side had every kind of candy except chocolate, and the other side had every kind of chocolate imaginable.

Sara and I looked at every single piece of candy in that store, oohing and ahhing over each one. We finally decided on chocolate fudge and got four pieces. We walked outside and took them out of the little bag, and we all had a piece of fudge. W stood in front of you and Paul seated on the bench, each of us handing her date a piece of fudge. It was just as good as it looked. We ate the fudge, our eyes never leaving your faces.

Sara looked at you and said, “You know, Samantha, I heard chocolate is an aphrodisiac. Have you heard that too?”

I looked straight at Paul and said, “Yeah, Sara. I remember hearing that. I wonder if it’s true?” you guys just grinned back at us.

Sara said, “Sam! Let’s go show Marie our outfits!”

I said, “OK. Let’s go.”

We walked over to Marie’s dress shop. She was just closing up when we walked in.

I said, “Hello, Marie. What do you think?” I turned around so she could see and so did Sara.

Marie said, “You girls are beautiful. John! Come see the girls!”

“Oh, Marie. It’s your dresses that are beautiful, we are just showing them off.”

It was just the three of us and Marie said, “Sara, that’s a lovely collar you have on. You’re a beautiful girl.”

Sara looked down and said, “Thank you ma’am.” sensing Marie’s authority and knowing her place.

John walked in and gave us a slow wolf whistle. We each kissed him on a cheek again and said, “Thank you, John.”

Marie said, “Leave that one for me, girls.” and we all laughed.

You and Paul caught up to us and walked into the shop. “Marie said, “Quentin! Paul! I haven’t seen you boys in ages!” you guys hugged her like she was your mom. You both greeted her and John like old friends.

John said, “So are you sticking around for the dance?”

You said, “Of course. We have two pretty ladies and we’re going to dance their legs off.” We all laughed and Marie said, “You know, they’re having square dancing this year. Do you boys remember how?”

Paul groaned and said, “Good lord, I could never get the hang of square dancing. They talk too fast and I don’t understand what they are saying half the time.”

I said, “Well you don’t have to worry about that, we’ll show you how.”

Sara said, “Well, we better get going, the band starts soon.”

We walked back the Main Street Café. A sign on the table by the street said “Samantha”. We sat down and Tracy appeared. She was working a double tonight and would be our server. We ordered two pitchers of sweet tea and chatted while the band did sound checks.

Sara was chatting you up and I was talking to Paul. We chatted about square dancing. I U-Tubed some videos and watched them with Paul. Paul was skeptical whether he could do it without embarrassing himself. I told him I would help but he was not convinced. I scooted my chair closer to his and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

With my warm breath I said, “Dance with me Paul and I promise to make it worth your while.” I breathed my warm breath into his ear and gave it warm, wet tongue kisses and backed away.

I put my hand on his thigh, smiled and flashed him my eyes and said, “OK?” I looked down at his lap and saw an impressive bulge. I looked back up at him and smiled, giving him the eyes again. Paul was speechless. He just looked at me and didn’t say a word.

Sara said, “Hello, Paul. Did you hear me?”

Paul looked at her and said, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She said, “They are having line dancing, regular dancing and Two Stepping, too, so you will be able to dance one way or the other.”

Paul said, “Great news, Sara. I can’t wait to see you girls in action.”

Well, we needn’t have worried as Paul picked up the square dancing quickly. Sara and I both loved when the caller said, “swing your partner round and round” and the men would pick us up and swing us around.

The band played three square dances, three slow songs and three country songs and then repeated. We square danced, two stepped and slow-danced our way through the evening. We had a blast dancing with you and Paul!

The fireworks started right after the dance. We have loved fireworks since we were kids; seeing the patterns of light and hearing the loud booms was always exciting. We oohed and ahhed in unison with the crowd. We made the rounds and said goodnight, thanking everyone for inviting us.

We went to the truck arm in arm, me with Paul and you with Sara, chatting about the night. Sara and I were wound up tight and it wouldn’t be long before we were setting off fireworks of our own. We got back in the truck and you headed home.

Sara slid across the big bench seat to cozy up to you. She took off her hat and threw it on the dashboard and started kissing your ear. Paul and I looked at each other and I put my hat on the seat next to me.

I hiked up my dress and straddled Paul’s lap putting my arms around his neck and giving him a hot, sexy kiss. He kissed me back like he was trying to eat my face. What a passionate kisser! I sucked his tongue and bit his lip and he bit the end of my nose. I giggled and went back to kissing him.

The truck pulled over and you parked it just off the road. I heard your moans in the dark truck and knew Sara was giving you one of her signature blowjobs. I felt Paul’s bulge again, between my legs this time, and I humped my pussy against it through my black satin panties. Paul moaned into my mouth. I reached between my legs to undo his pants and yanked them open. I reached in and grabbed his dick. It was a nice one. I slid off his lap and knelt between his legs on the floor of the big truck. I grabbed his cock and started jerking him off and wrapped my lips around the head. You and Paul were both moaning loudly now.

You were first to explode saying, “Uh…oh, Sara. I’m cumming. Mmm…uh…oh…mmm…oh yes!” as you shot your load into her sucking mouth. Paul was right behind you, humping his hips up, fucking my mouth and shooting his load straight down my throat. He laid his head back on the seat, panting and trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, Samantha! That was fantastic.” I climbed onto the seat next to him and lazily stroked that big dick. I heard you and Sara whispering up front. She giggled and the truck started moving again.

You pulled up to the house and we grabbed our hats and jumped out of the truck. We kissed you guys and said we would slip into something more comfortable. I gave Paul’s cock a squeeze when I kissed him and it was already getting hard again.

Sara and I went into our room and used the bathroom. Naturally we had to chat about the blowjobs we gave you on the way home. We took off our boots and dresses and hung the dresses in the closet.

We brushed our hair and struck a few poses, checking them out in the mirror. We were pretty hot but we wanted to add a little something. We thought we would try our boots and hats and see how we looked. Bingo! That was it! We were going to bowl you guys over.

The old radio was playing when we walked into the living room. You guys stood up and you gave us a wolf whistle as Paul said, “Good Lord!”

We just smiled and Sara said, “Hello, boys.” I said, “Sit down, boys and watch the show.”

We struck a couple poses for you guys, held each other with our boobs touching, and finally posed back-to-back. We turned to face each other and threw our hats in your lap, Sara’s in your lap and mine in Paul’s. I hooked Sara’s collar with my finger and pulled her face to mine sharing a hot, sexy kiss and making sure you could see our tongues battling and nibbling each other’s lips.

Next to go was our bras. We took off each other’s bra, throwing them in your laps with our hats. We stepped out of our boots and stood face to face, nipples touching, and shared another sexy kiss, Sara in white panties and collar and me in black panties and choker. A slow song came on so we went to you guys and reached out our hands.

“Care to dance?” I said and you guys jumped to your feet.

Oh, it was so sexy being almost naked, dancing in the arms of two big, strong men. You big guys make us melt and right now I was melting all over myself. Paul leaned in and kissed me and I could see you kissing Sara. We were putty in your hands.

At this point we would do anything you said. Paul’s hands were all over me ending up on my boobs, squeezing them and flicking the nipples with his fingers. I was making little noises, I couldn’t help it, Paul’s big hands were all over me driving me wild! I unbuttoned his shirt and he unfastened his pants and we got him naked in record time.

I looked over at you and Sara and you guys were all over each other, too. I was kissing Paul and stroking his cock when he did my favorite thing; he grabbed my ass with both hands and picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I was a wild woman, kissing him passionately and moaning into his mouth. He lifted me up and pulled my panty crotch aside with his fingers impaling me on his thick shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it!” I arched my back, leaning away from him and a long, low growl came from deep inside me. I was completely out of control like a woman possessed. Paul slammed me up and down his cock like I was a fuck toy and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was making random moans and groans, delirious with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm explode from deep inside me, blasting out through my whole body.

I was a quivering, trembling, moaning mess completely unaware of everything except my orgasm, still impaled on that thick penis, there was simply nothing else. I held on for dear life while my orgasm rocked me. The next thing I was aware of was Paul’s cock growing thicker and longer as he pumped hot cum deep inside me. “Ohhh, yes! Paul, fuck! Ooo…ohhh…fuck me!” Paul was moaning too as he pumped my wet snatch full of cum.

You and Sara were moaning and whimpering as you filled her with fat cock and hot jizz. Damn you guys were good! Me and Sara were completely useless, plopped down on the couch, cum draining out of our well fucked pussies. I said, “Sara, mmm.” And she said, “Oh, Sam”. We were completely out of it.

Next thing I knew, somebody was licking my pussy. It was you. I looked over at Sara and Paul was licking her pussy. You guys were really going at us, licking us clean. Watching you guys eating each other’s cream pie out of our pussies was wild! Sara and I looked at each other and reached over to hold hands. We had fantasized about seeing two men together, and maybe tonight was the night.

I spread my legs wider and started humping your face.

“Eat it, Quentin. Eat it. Eat my sperm filled pussy. Oh, fuck yeah, Quentin! Yes! Lick it…mmm…Quentin! Lick it all out!” I looked over at Sara and she was holding Paul’s head, grinding her pussy into his face and panting like a bitch in heat. We both started rubbing our clits at lighting speed as they finished licking us out.

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You pulled off our panties and jacked off, two thick, rock-hard cocks ready to explode. Paul dropped to his knees and put his mouth around your cock. You grabbed his head and groaned, face fucking him and seconds later you were pumping hot cum down his throat. He stood up and you two started swapping cum and that’s when me and Sara came again.

What a wild scene. You guys were like fuck machines and we didn’t want it to stop! Sara said, “Come with us, boys.” And we each grabbed one of you by the dick and led you into our room.

We giggled a little at the idea of leading you around by the dick. Those dicks never did go limp, staying semi-erect the whole time. We sat you on the love seat and said, “Watch this.” Sara and I started making out for real this time. We were eating each other up with kisses and pulling each other’s nipples. I pulled on Sara’s rings and she moaned into my mouth.

I laid on the big bed and Sara climbed on top of me for a sexy sixty-nine. We were really going at it, eating pussy like it was our last meal. We felt you guys behind us crawling up on the bed. Someone grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs straight up in the air and Sara just kept eating me out. I moaned out loud as I was roughly entered and fucked by a rock-hard cock. One of you was kneeling by my head and when Sara moaned into my pussy. I opened my eyes to see you fucking her, too. We were cumming almost non-stop now, you guys fucking us like crazy. We just rolled with it, as if we could do anything else, loving every minute and every inch of cock.

Suddenly, the cock pulled out of me and I moaned in protest just as the other dick stuffed my mouth full. By the sound of it, Sara was getting the same treatment. You guys switched back and forth from hole to hole, from slut to slut and we couldn’t have been happier.

Then I felt the other dick slam into my mouth so I was stuffed with cock at both ends. I was being spit roasted and I was moaning loudly around the dick in my mouth. You guys gave me a serious fucking, then switched over to Sara. She was moaning and groaning cumming continuously. We simply had no choice but to cum and cum and cum.

Pretty soon you guys pulled out of our mouths and started power fucking our steaming hot pussies. Oh fuck, how good it felt when you guys plunged your cocks all the way in and unloaded a huge loads of cum deep inside us. We were still cumming and we all collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, cum covered heap.

After a while, you picked me up and threw me over your shoulder like a caveman claiming his woman. Oh, I was so happy to be your woman! You took me to your bed and we slept for hours, resting up for the next go round. Oh, Quentin, you are so good to me. I love you so much. I hope we are FWB forever.