The guy on TV apparently had different fantasies than Josh and I, because he still didn’t touch her, either with his mouth or hands or anything else. After she tossed away her bikini top, she went back to work on his dick, sucking it in and out of her mouth again, painting it with her saliva. Frequently we could see her tongue extend beyond her lips, increasing her reach. At least his eyes were open now, and he was paying attention to her. His gaze appeared to wander to her newly bared breasts, her mouth enveloping his shaft, and the rest of her body, dancing just slightly with every stroke.
“Those tits are big enough to put your cock between, watch them swallow you up on every stroke,” Josh said. “A good titfuck feels almost as good as anything.”
“Yeah, something else I wouldn’t know.”
“Wouldn’t you love to try it, though?”
“Sure. I mean, I guess.”
Josh’s hand was still inside his boxers, but now he pointed his shaft straight out and away from him, pitching a huge tent. The waistband of his shorts pulled away from his body. I wasn’t deliberately trying to look, but I couldn’t help it. When he moved his hand a certain way I could just barely see the base of his cock under his waistband.
It occurred to me that I had never seen another guy’s goods in real life when the guy was so turned on. I felt a surge in my own shaft at this sensation, which surprised me. It’s not like Josh was the one making me horny. This was definitely the woman on TV. But I also wasn’t repulsed by Josh’s member right then. I didn’t mind sitting here stroking myself with him nearly as much as I thought I would.
I reached my own hand inside my shorts and found the slippery tip of my shaft. The direct stimulation of skin on skin was more powerful than I expected.
“You know what’s good for that?”
I had almost forgotten that Josh had been talking about titfucking, so it took me a second to reply. “No, what?”
“Precum. It’s the best lube you could ever put between a pair of titties.”
I chuckled politely. “Yeah.”
“By the way, you got a wet spot yet?”
I glanced down at my lap and watched the outline of my hand sliding around my crotch through my boxers. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I was already curious how Josh’s wet spot compared to mine, but I didn’t want to look at him too closely. Besides, things were starting to happen again on the screen. The woman had released the guy’s dick from her mouth and had repositioned herself so she was straddling the man, knees on either side of his waist. She was naked from the waist up but still wearing the tiny white string bikini bottom.
The camera shifted to a close-up view of their midsections. The woman pressed her crotch up against the guy’s shaft, still wet with her spit, and as we watched, the fabric of her bikini caressed his bare shaft. At first the white fabric was nice and smooth, but after only a few strokes, we could start to see the shape of what lay beneath. The outside of the bikini was getting damp from the guy’s saliva-coated cock, and it was apparently getting damp on the inside too, from another source.
It was a vicious cycle. As the fabric got more and more wet, it clung better to her curves, only to be closer to that inner source of wetness, which made it more and more soppy. The crotch of her bikini wasn’t anywhere near transparent, but we could clearly see the outline of her puffy pussy lips as she slid them up and down on the cock, the shaft pressing right in the middle of her lips on each stroke.
I was addicted to the screen now, but I couldn’t help but notice Josh pull his meat out of the waistband of his boxers, pointing it straight up at the ceiling. “God, this feels so good,” Josh said, as he gave his naked pole a few quick strokes. “Just a thin layer of white between my cock and her pussy. Can you imagine what that must feel like, Alex?”
“I guess. In my imagination is the only way I’ve ever felt it.”
“Mm, yeah,” Josh said, apparently not in response to anything I said. He lifted the waistband of his boxers high enough to tuck his woody back inside. It occurred to me that he would probably be totally naked if I weren’t here. Then again, if I were alone I would be too. Instead we pretty much settled for vigorously stroking our meat inside our underwear, which I have to say felt damn good.
Finally, at long last, a hand entered the frame on TV and grabbed the white string that was holding up the woman’s bikini bottom. As she continued to slide up and down along his cock, his hand began to tug at the string. If anything, he was even more deliberate this time than he was with the top half. Just as before, the loop kept getting smaller and smaller only to disappear entirely as the knot came loose.
The scrap of white fabric fell away from her body and landed on his. Still, she kept up her motion along his shaft, seemingly unconcerned about suddenly being stripped naked. The camera angle kept us from seeing too much yet, but the smooth round profile of her butt was definitely visible. As she slid up and down we could watch her muscles flex and release.
The guy smoothly and slowly pulled the swimsuit out from between them and casually tossed it aside. His cock was rock hard, just like mine and Josh’s, but his was now getting massaged by a set of hot, wet, bare pussy lips. I could not have torn my eyes away from the screen if I tried. Her lips were rosy pink and seemed to squeeze around his shaft on every pass. The shine told us that it was wetter now than when it was in her mouth.
Josh let out a long moan of delight. “This, right here, is my ultimate dream come true,” he said. “This is unquestionably my favorite part of foreplay.” He paused for a second before adding, with a smile, “if this still qualifies as foreplay.” I found myself intrigued by what turned Josh on. I thought I might be annoyed by his comments, but instead they made me wonder what would be my favorite part of foreplay. Someday I would figure this out. Josh reached for the remote and said, “This is the part where I have to turn it up. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
The music became more audible as he cranked up the volume, but also we could hear the two of them for the first time. They weren’t saying any words, but that didn’t matter. We could distinguish his breaths, because he made a low-pitched hum once in a while. But her breathing was fast and shallow, and she said, very softly, “oh,” on every stroke. The sound made me realize that she was really into this experience. She wasn’t just going through the motions, she was truly turned on to be working this guy over out in the open.
She kept riding him, but as we watched, he adjusted the position of his body just a bit, and on the next stroke the tip of his cock completely disappeared between her lips. This new position caused her to pause in her gyrations. She kept breathing and panting at the same rate, but she just held his cockhead between her lips, and he seemed perfectly content to stay right there.
“I just felt a twinge,” Josh said.
“Sorry, what?”
“A twinge, you know? The first feeling of being close to the edge.”
“Oh. Yeah, OK.”
“Are you getting close, Alex?”
“Um, not quite.” If I had been by myself, I’d have been pounding my meat so fast I’d have been way past the edge by now. Josh was a calming influence. “By the way, how much time is left?”
He looked down at his phone and tapped the screen to wake it up. “Eight minutes.”
“OK.” It amazed me to think about all that had happened in the last twelve minutes. My first experience watching porn with someone else. My first time seeing another guy’s cock when it was hard. I just hoped I could last another eight minutes. I can imagine Josh making fun of me for years if I blew my load too soon during this silly experiment.
“How’s the precum?” Josh asked.
I looked down at my boxers. “Oh, definitely. I’m gushing as usual.”
“Perfect. Science, coming soon.”
The couple on the screen began to move again, and the guy’s dick became fully visible as the woman pulled away. But she couldn’t stop now, not even if she wanted to. She slid her pussy up along that wet dick again and we watched a little more of the head disappear on this stroke. This time she didn’t stop, though. She pulled away and swallowed up even more of his rod on the next stroke. Where was the line between foreplay and sex? I couldn’t tell.
On the next stroke she engulfed his entire cock, and to assist he reached his hands around behind her waist and pulled her down on top of him. Her muscles were still flexing as much as ever, but now we could see his biceps pumping along with her.
The first time his cock completely lodged inside her was also the first moment that I felt something different. “Oh,” I said, probably sounding sheepish, “a twinge.”
“Good for you,” said Josh. “Now just edge it out with me. Only a few minutes to go.”
Previously my right hand was gripping my shaft inside my boxers and I was stroking however I felt like. The tip of my member was sliding all around the inside of my shorts, dampening them with precum as I knew it would. But now, this stimulation was too much. My cockhead was far too sensitive, and if this kept up I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back an explosion. I pulled my hand out of my boxers and left myself alone for a moment.
But the action on the screen was too intense. His hands were alongside her hips and he was pumping himself in and out of her at a vigorous pace. The lower two-thirds of his shaft came into view on every stroke, so wet that we could see liquid shimmying down his hardness. The two of them were working up a sweat, and all the skin we could see in the camera frame took on a shiny glow. Plus, the woman was vocalizing intently now, moaning loudly every time he impaled her.
report I couldn’t keep my hand away from my rod with this much visual stimulation. I rubbed the tip through the wet cotton of my boxers, but it felt like an electromagnet was tugging my hand toward my cock, and I was powerless to resist the pull. My touch kept me right on the edge.
Meanwhile, Josh let out a deep moan, and in my peripheral vision I could see his hand inside his boxers jerking at the same pace as the couple. His movements weren’t as intense as before, just a soft touch. I was glad he’d told me he was right on the edge, because I knew that at that moment we were both feeling pretty much the same thing.
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