Bang, bang, bang, spurt, spurt, spurt. I was moving Lynn forward from the force of my thrusts. I felt her hand grab my balls, then wildly strum her clit. My brain only gradually came back online; I was dimly aware Lynn must have come, I felt her contractions milking my penis for it’s liquid contribution to the process of procreation.
[God, it feels wonderful inside this girl!] For sure, brain. For sure.
Slowly I wilted onto Lynn’s back. She turned her head so we could share an awkward kiss. Reaching around her I fondled both breasts. Her nipples were hypersensitive judging by her reaction, so I tried milking her breasts the way I’d seen her do for Beth. Meanwhile, I remained semi-erect; I’d never stopped my humping motion. My glans became so sensitive I had to limit myself to short, slow, mini-strokes.
“Lay on your back.” I whispered in Lynn’s ear.
She rolled over. I got between her legs, then stretched out on top of her so we could kiss. I was still firm enough that I could slip myself back into her pussy and very, very gently screw her was we kissed. As good as the main event had felt, it was impossibly pleasant and satisfying as we did our gentle post-coital lovemaking. God how I loved the way I could lose myself in Lynn.
We lost all track of time. Eventually Lynn and I realized Jim and Beth were stuffing their faces. Lynn joked, “We better get over there or there’ll be nothing left.” So we joined in the effort to hunt down and eliminate all the remaining leftovers.
Following a nice, big, late lunch, we yakked. Four voices all sounding a bit subdued because our honeymoon weekend would soon be over. Before long we’d have to go back for chores. Mr. & Mrs. Troutman could be home any time now. My folks would be expecting me home for Sunday night dinner, our big family meal. They’d be royally ticked if they didn’t see me at all this weekend; especially now, I needed to keep them happy.
Snuggling up to Lynn, I planned to whisper in her ear. Which I did, but it took a while because I choose the scenic route to her sensitive lobe. First I sucked a nipple without warning, then nibbled my way to her ear via a trail of kisses across her breasts, over her shoulder, and up her neck. “I love you, Lynn. But before we run out of time, I’m going to jump your sister, because that will make you happier. Am I right?”
Lynn has a special kiss she gives me when I’ve pleased her. I got that kiss.
Standing, I walked over to Beth, holding my hand out to her. Though she had a suspicious expression, Beth allowed me to pull her to her feet. I gently pulled her into my arms, leaned in, then gave her my very best soul kiss until I felt her go a bit limp in my arms. When I scooped her up in my arms, Beth wore an amused, but ‘this is fun’ smile.
“I want to make love to you, any objections?” I asked. “None at all sugar.” Beth purred back.
Carefully I lowered her onto a cushioned spot a couple steps away where I proceeded to make love to Beth until the cows literally came home.
When Jimmy and Lynn moved into a 69, I barely noticed. Apparently I was actually becoming accustomed to our foursome trading partners.
Both fairly drained, Beth and I kissed, caressed and fondled each other like the friends and lovers we’d become. Our foreplay was loving, unhurried, and oh so sweet. We were patient, so much ‘tension’ had been released today we were mighty relaxed.
Beth had to use some of her best stuff to get my pooped penis to pop up, but her skills eventually brought my favorite subject up. When I finally mounted Beth it was long past the time when we were both first ready, but the waiting was worth it. It was glorious when we finally merged.
For a time I made love to Beth in the missionary position; it was awesome. Our pace was slow, relaxed; a nice, long, comfortable screw. When I asked her how she wanted to finish, Beth rolled me onto my back, then rode my penis until she came.
Being able to use both my hands on her breasts was sensational. Her eyes were often closed; she wore a neat dreamy expression, even while she came. Close as I was, I held back because I wanted to come inside Beth doggie style; she had looked SO sexy doing it before.
As soon as Beth was with it again, I moved her onto her hands and knees. Sure enough, after three strokes from behind, I felt myself pumping away inside her. Aaaaahhh, Nirvana. When my last drop drained, we lay down together so we could cuddle, fondle, talk and kiss until it was time to dress and go back to take care of farm chores.
Back at the house, Lynn dropped off Jim and Beth at the barn but asked me to stay with her. She suggested I go on home, they’d take care of the barn work. She pointed out it was probably better if I didn’t run into her folks until I had more time to practice my game face.
“After all, you did spend the weekend screwing their daughters.” she laughed a lusty laugh.
Boy did Lynn make good sense, from that instant, I couldn’t wait to exit stage right.
Getting out of the pick up, we hugged; we just stood there holding each other for a couple minutes.
“Can I look forward to hitting the Drive In Friday night?” I asked. The special Lynn kiss I got told me I could count on it.
It was time to leave for home, my first bad moment of a fabulous weekend.
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