would be freeing and different and fun. And temporary.
‘Let’s get you off your feet,’ he said, and surprised the hell out of me by bending and then scooping me up in his arms. He carried me to the sofa and had me lie on the soft chenille blanket that was artfully tossed across the black leather. I let him pluck at my jeans and pull them off. I took his kisses when he bent to give them and when he pressed his face to my pussy and started to eat me, I spread my legs, not caring that Shane was in the corner watching. I liked Shane. Shane could watch.
Rob was good, his kisses to my pussy lips were wet and gentle with just enough pressure to make me feel like I would lose my mind if I didn’t come soon. He stroked my inner thighs so gently I trembled and when he shucked his sweatpants and rolled on a condom, I watched his strong hands stroke his thick cock with an eagerness that surprised me.
‘Ready, gorgeous?’ he asked.
I could only nod. My gaze darted to Shane in the corner, popping the buttons on his button fly jeans. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Relaxed and excited and ready to do this whole new brand new sex thing. My big sexual adventure. Exhibitionism.
Rob hovered over me, bending to kiss me once more. His kisses raining down on my cheeks and nose and throat. He licked my collar bone, nibbled my shoulders, nipped at my breasts until I lost my tiny shred of patience and took him in hand, guiding his cock to my slit. Then he slid into me with no further provocation. ‘Come on up close, bro,’ he said to Shane. ‘It’s OK with you, Merritt, yes?’ he said moving slowly, mild undulations of his hips making my cunt grown tighter with each thrust.
‘It’s fine,’ I said, kissing his warm skin because I had to do something with my mouth. The pleasure that swelled in me was nearly overwhelming and I felt too warm and too cool all at once, all my nerves on red alert and tingling with the sensation of him moving in me.
Shane stood at the arm of the sofa, his body over my head as Rob fucked me. ‘Put your arms up for him,’ Rob said and I did. I laid my arms in an X on the arm of the sofa and Rob dipped his head to take my nipple in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the aching tip as Shane placed his hands over my arms to keep me still. My body bucked when Rob bit me gently but I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t move. That realisation brought me closer to the orgasm that was tightening my cunt around Rob’s thrusting cock.
Rob moved to the other breast, his hands slipping under my ass and tilting me aggressively so that he could fuck me deeper. Shane made a sound again and I studied, in a vague stunned sort of way, the heavy blushed cock of his hanging over my face. His fingers gripped my wrists tighter the more excited he grew.
I wrapped my legs around Rob’s waist, thrusting up to meet him, to get him in me as deep and hard as I could, then he pulled out and I yelped.
‘Shh, shush, Merritt,’ Shane said softly. Rob ran the head of his cock along my outer lips. He nudged my clit with the rubber sheathed tip. I was babbling, little words and pleas coming out of my mouth like prayers. I could see how turned on Shane was, his cock bobbed on its own. Out there but untouched.
‘Rub it,’ I said, bluntly to Shane. The words spilling out before I could refine my request. ‘Jerk off. Come on my face.’
Rob chuckled darkly and said, ‘Wow, and we were worried she’d be scared or not be into it.’
Shane simply sighed. He pinned me with one of his big hands – one was more than enough – and started to stroke his erection with the other. I loved the sight of a man handling his own cock. It never failed to turn me on and just as I felt that zing of excitement, Rob pushed back into me, spearing me with his cock so hard that my head banged the sofa arm with a soft, muffled thud. He leaned back as he moved, watching his cock slip in and out of me. I realised he was doing it for Shane too,
‘Let’s get you off your feet,’ he said, and surprised the hell out of me by bending and then scooping me up in his arms. He carried me to the sofa and had me lie on the soft chenille blanket that was artfully tossed across the black leather. I let him pluck at my jeans and pull them off. I took his kisses when he bent to give them and when he pressed his face to my pussy and started to eat me, I spread my legs, not caring that Shane was in the corner watching. I liked Shane. Shane could watch.
Rob was good, his kisses to my pussy lips were wet and gentle with just enough pressure to make me feel like I would lose my mind if I didn’t come soon. He stroked my inner thighs so gently I trembled and when he shucked his sweatpants and rolled on a condom, I watched his strong hands stroke his thick cock with an eagerness that surprised me.
‘Ready, gorgeous?’ he asked.
I could only nod. My gaze darted to Shane in the corner, popping the buttons on his button fly jeans. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Relaxed and excited and ready to do this whole new brand new sex thing. My big sexual adventure. Exhibitionism.
Rob hovered over me, bending to kiss me once more. His kisses raining down on my cheeks and nose and throat. He licked my collar bone, nibbled my shoulders, nipped at my breasts until I lost my tiny shred of patience and took him in hand, guiding his cock to my slit. Then he slid into me with no further provocation. ‘Come on up close, bro,’ he said to Shane. ‘It’s OK with you, Merritt, yes?’ he said moving slowly, mild undulations of his hips making my cunt grown tighter with each thrust.
‘It’s fine,’ I said, kissing his warm skin because I had to do something with my mouth. The pleasure that swelled in me was nearly overwhelming and I felt too warm and too cool all at once, all my nerves on red alert and tingling with the sensation of him moving in me.
Shane stood at the arm of the sofa, his body over my head as Rob fucked me. ‘Put your arms up for him,’ Rob said and I did. I laid my arms in an X on the arm of the sofa and Rob dipped his head to take my nipple in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the aching tip as Shane placed his hands over my arms to keep me still. My body bucked when Rob bit me gently but I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t move. That realisation brought me closer to the orgasm that was tightening my cunt around Rob’s thrusting cock.
Rob moved to the other breast, his hands slipping under my ass and tilting me aggressively so that he could fuck me deeper. Shane made a sound again and I studied, in a vague stunned sort of way, the heavy blushed cock of his hanging over my face. His fingers gripped my wrists tighter the more excited he grew.
I wrapped my legs around Rob’s waist, thrusting up to meet him, to get him in me as deep and hard as I could, then he pulled out and I yelped.
‘Shh, shush, Merritt,’ Shane said softly. Rob ran the head of his cock along my outer lips. He nudged my clit with the rubber sheathed tip. I was babbling, little words and pleas coming out of my mouth like prayers. I could see how turned on Shane was, his cock bobbed on its own. Out there but untouched.
‘Rub it,’ I said, bluntly to Shane. The words spilling out before I could refine my request. ‘Jerk off. Come on my face.’
Rob chuckled darkly and said, ‘Wow, and we were worried she’d be scared or not be into it.’
Shane simply sighed. He pinned me with one of his big hands – one was more than enough – and started to stroke his erection with the other. I loved the sight of a man handling his own cock. It never failed to turn me on and just as I felt that zing of excitement, Rob pushed back into me, spearing me with his cock so hard that my head banged the sofa arm with a soft, muffled thud. He leaned back as he moved, watching his cock slip in and out of me. I realised he was doing it for Shane too,
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