“How did it feel when you first kissed him?” she asks with a slow, low inflection.
Mason, without realising it, bit his lip as her took himself back to that moment.
“It felt… it felt like I was under a spell” he muses.
“What do you mean?” I ask
“Well, it was like my body just stopped working, I went numb except for this tingle that I felt from my lips, I could feel this electric through me, through my shoulders, down to my toes…”
Krys leans forward towards me, withdrawing her feet from their raised position and placing her hands on my knees. She takes a deep breath.
“I want to feel it too, show me, please.”
I look at Mason and he nods, turning himself to face the unfolding events.
I placed my fingers underneath Krys chin and slowly moved my hand up, raising myself with it, she followed, never letting my fingers break contact with her. Her dress had crumpled, but unfolded as she stood, we were stood close to each other, I could feel her breath against me. We were breathing slowly, in time with each other.
One of my hands was resting on her waist, the other cupped around the back of her head, just behind her ear, with my fingers getting lost in her hair. I closed my eyes and move my lips towards her, the last thing I see is Krys closing her eyes and the next thing I feel are her soft, warm lips pressed against mine.
Our lips move slowly over each other – I seem to have taken the lead, her lips are responding to my movements. I can hear the sound of our lips as they seperate, I can still feel her breath as she exhales, she doesn’t want to to break the connection between us. Gradually, I pull away from her, and she keeps her eyes closed, taking a draw of breath. I think she’s relishing the moment.
“Fuucckk….” Krys murrs as she opens her eyes.
I look at Mason and I can tell he’s hard; his trousers has formed tightly around his bulge as it’s trapped up against his body, his hand is slowly stroking, teasing the outline. Gripping it with his whole hand, completely absorbed into the atmosphere.
Krys kneels down in front of Mason, parting his knees and drawing down his zip. He doesn’t wait to pull his pants and his underwear down to his ankles – I notice how as he hooks his thumbs into his underwear, his dick catches in the hem, which he smoothly adjusts for, revealing the hard meat underneath.
Krys lips hold the tip of his cock in her mouth; I can see her tongue moving around his head, as one of Mason’s hands rests around the back of her head gently and the other rests on his chest. She slowly pushes her lips down the length of Mason’s shaft, all the way the bottom and he groans. With one hand, she reaches behind her and pulls her dress up over her hips, exposing her beautiful, perfectly shaped globes to me.
I drop behind her and allow my hands to wander around the small of her back, around over the stomach. My hands touch the back of her thighs and my fingertips reach between to feeling the texture of her underwear – warm, black lace, and although Mason’s cock is now being completely overwhelmed a combination of Krys’ lips and hand working steadily along it, she lets out a low purr as she feels my fingers.
My own dick is throbbing and taking Krys’ moans as a sign of her desperation; I kneel behind her, unzip my own pants and pull my member through the zi. With my heavy balls still contained within my clothes, I grasp the base of my shaft to control it and I can feel it pulsing. I move closer and align my shaft with the crevice between Krys’ legs and allow the underside of my dick to stroke slowly along her panties.
I can feel the lace becoming damp as Kry’s presses herself harder onto me. She takes a breath from serving Mason and turns around, looking at me.
“I want it, right now” she says assertively.
“Right now?” I ask, teasing her.
“Fuckk now, put it inside me”, she commands, or begs, whichever.
My index finger slides between Krys’ panties and the warm skin of her pussy, I can feel her moisture on my fingers and I pull her the lace to the side – exposing her soft, delicate labia. I notice how her juices have run down between her lips and have collected on the tip of her clitoris, like how rain collects on the tip of a leaf. I take the opportunity and pull my finger over it to collect her lubricant, rubbing it into the head of my dick.
As my finger presses and rubs along her clit, Krys moans deeply, animalistically – my fingers sent electricity through her body; she lost control like 10 minutes ago and nothing else matters to her anymore. She needs that deep, hard satisfaction and I gratefully oblige.
The thick head of my cock aligns with her, once again, and moving my shaft in a slow up and down motion and applying just a little bit of pressure, the lips of pussy open and my cock pushes deep inside her. I try and make this movement slowly to really make sure she feels the heat of my cock as I stretch her and fill her, but she needs it too much and she pushes herself down onto me, hard.
I can feel the warmth from Krys pressing into my pubis and she’s so far down that I can feel her juices dripping down my balls. She feels complete, now. That urge, that drive inside her is being satisfied and with a deep exhale, she returns to licking and sucking Mason. Unable to draw out the teasing as her soft pussy envelopes my dick, my fingers grip her hips firmly and I begin to withdraw from Krys. I can feel how easily my cock slides within her and she can feel it too.
I’ve pulled back far enough that most of my shaft is exposed to the open air, and only the neck of my dick – the ridge, between the glans and the shaft – remains inside her. Desperate not to let my cock escape her, Krys pushes herself back down onto me, back down the hilt. I know she can feel every inch inside her, pushing into the walls of her pussy, touching every nerve ending within.
I pick up my pace and begin thrusting – my hips driving my shaft back and forth inside her, my eyes close as I can feel Krys tensing herself around me and it feels so fucking good, but I’m torn between allowing myself to completely focus on the sensations occuring from our bodies, and watching Krys’ lips working Mason’s cock, he’s in overdrive, I can see his abs starting to clench.
“I can’t…” pants Mason.
“You can’t what?” I laugh, not breaking the motion of my hips.
“…hold it back much longer… this is too fucking hot”
Hearing that, Krys lets her lips relax from around Masons cock. His body isn’t happy with this development and he makes this noise, this grunt, somewhere between pleasure and frustration at the same time. It’s a little bit cute and I laugh – Krys also finds this adorable.
“I think we should get to the bedroom and you both can swap places”, says Krys.
As Mason leads the way for Krys and I, I remove the rest of my clothes, abandoning them wherever it so happens I took them off – through their hall, along the stairs, and even though I’m only two or three seconds behind them, by the time I get to their room Mason is already lay down on the bed and Krys is kissing his chest and neck.
Krys summons me with her finger and I approach the bed, she stares into my eyes as she takes Masons shaft and lowers herself onto it, once again, until Mason’s dick is completely buried inside her. I am so turned on by this eye contact and the deep satisfaction on her face as she feels her mans desperate, hard cock inside her that my balls twitch and a thick drop of precum escapes me.
She cups my balls firmly from underneath and begins sucking on the first few inches of my dick, savouring the taste of us both from my skin. She continues squeezing the precum from my balls as she sucks, swallowing as it arrives, and Mason begins to rock his hips vertically, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of Krys’ tight, wet pussy.
Krys is holding firm in her position, she’s not moving and just allowing Mason to fuck her from underneath. He’s only managing to move an inch or two in either direction as he pushes his body, but that repeated, steady motion is clearly something Krys loves because she’s moaning as she’s milking my dick with everything she has.
“Fucking hell, you’re so wet Krys, fuck yes” Mason moans
“Go on, suck his thick cock, he fucking loves it”, he brings between breathes
“I really, really do” I say, as I my hand supports the back of Krys’ neck.
I can feel it building inside me.
I regret laughing at Mason earlier, now I experience the same thing. Krys lets go of my dick and collapses onto all fours over Mason. I’m now stood here, almost paralysed from the intensity of the muscles contractions that are making their way through my body, my cock is twitching, fuck man, I was so close.
Mason wraps his arms around Krys and pulls her into him, he peers at me from over her shoulder and starts laughing at my pain. He’s slowed down his motions, but he’s still firmly penetrating Krys, he’s holding there right at the edge of orgasm. Krys realises what she’s done and as we make eye contact, I start to say something but she gets in there first –
“Don’t stand there all alone, come closer”
She looks at Mason and playfully scolds him for laughing at me.
As I take a few steps towards them, Krystal continues her instructions –
“I need to be on my back, I want you both to finish inside me, Mason last.”
Mason takes the instruction and smoothly escapes by pulling himself down the bed underneath Krystal’s body. Krys rotates herself onto her back and arranges herself, getting herself comfortable. Her legs are bent at the knee and her feet are planted firmly on the bed. That beautiful pussy is just waiting for more attention.
“Rob”, she gestures at me. It’s my turn, clearly.
Mason takes the opportunity to make himself comfortable for the show – he sits behind Krys at the top of the bed, his legs spread and his hard cock on full display to us both. He places Krys head on his thigh, his balls resting to the side of Krys’ face and slowly masturbates, as he watches me approach the bed.
I climb on the bed and position myself over Krys, I’m on my knees, looking down at them both. It’s time. I don’t wait around. I plunge my cock straight into Krys’ waiting hole, she’s so fucking warm, I can feel her, I can feel her tight pussy around my cock and it’s overwhelming me; although I was holding her thighs, I need more leverage, more pressure, deeper, harder.
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