Lured into a Bisexual Experience
Each year, my better half, Anne, and I make a stop at a comprehensive resort in Punta Cana. During our stay, we endeavor to discover a couple of similarly intrigued individuals to hang around with, for social events and making shared meals and beverages with. My independent search continuously targets a couple where the lady is captivating and the chap seems inviting. Anne doesn't share my priorities, so I perceptibly follow a tempting couple, sit tight until the fellow departs towards the bar to get some refreshments, casually report to her I require a drink, and tail him to the bar. Simultaneously, I start a discussion, and in the event that all goes favorably, we're chatting leisurely together within minutes.
Last year, we met Bob and Jenny this way, and lemme let you know, Jenny was a charmer. Around 30 years old, she had an athletic construct, delightful C cup breasts, a minor level midsection, and a superb ass noticeable through her Brazilian-style swimwear. She had filthy blonde hair that descended halfway down her back, and charming eyes that consistently demonstrated a grin. Bob was a conventionally meant scoundrel, around six feet tall, well-built, yet not an enormous muscle fellow. He was definitely not hairy and observed a conventional size package in his speedo swimsuit.
Bob and Jenny were a staggering couple to converse with, and quicker than you could say "Jack Robinson," the four of us fostered an agreeable relationship. Throughout the following a couple of days, we ran into each other progressively, and I couldn't suppression staring at Jenny's divine rack and derriere. She detected me a few occasions and simply grinned sagaciously. I am certain she had a couple of 'swimsuit malfunctions' on purpose so she could glance at a smidgen more than standard presentation.
Anne likewise noted me taking a gander at Jenny at times and just offered me one of those disdainful looks as if she considered me an adolescent. Up until this point, the lone sex I had had was pounding off to dreams of shagging Jenny in some secluded room while my accomplice skimmed her book on the shoreline. I eyed various tempations lallygagging about in blatantly little bikinis and even a couple women who undressed, albeit it's forbidden in the Dominican Republic.
With such a great amount of eye candy goading me around, my phallus was infrequently in a semi-inflexible state. Jenny would periodically catch me looking at her and would look me directly in the eyes with a particularly approving smile, making me feel proud of my body and my eminently virile ginormous sized member.
It was about eleven o'clock on the fourth day of our escapade and I was genuinely feeling sexually further bothered. I would wank off, however I didn't find it entirely fulfilling and was ravenous again practically instantaneously. I essentially required a sexual accomplice to accomplish a fulfilling culmination, and Anne was against it.
The four of us traveled to the shoreline and very much arranged seashore loungers in an uncrowded area off to the side and under full sun. Following thirty minutes, Anne griped that the sun was excessively hot and moved back to a gazebo area about fifty feet away. Bob was out holding up, and Jenny was taking a seat up perusing her book.
In the water right before us, two young ladies were messing around and attempting to body surf. The brunette was slender and alluring, possibly in her late twenties. She had limited hair and practically no funbags. Her pal, the redhead, was heavier, practically a smidgen overweight, but she had these magnificent D cups roundly tumbling out of her swimsuit when she endeavored to body surf. Seeing them together, it made me trust they were more than simply companions. There was a ton of contact between them and they both appeared to take delight in it. The bargain was fixed when the brunette grasped the redhead straightforwardly on the lips.
As they bounced around together, I could hardly zero in on my book. I guess I incline toward tatas over books, yet I had my sunglasses on so I thought in the event that I gazed laterally at them, no one would realize I was glaring. My penis was rigid and, as carefully as conceivable, I would customarily set my book down on my penis and pull the book forward or backward, counterfeiting to peruse, yet genuinely stroking as hard as I could. I was completely caught and just two or three solid strokes from detonating. I was thinking perhaps I could shirk in my swimwear and after that hurry directly to the ocean to clean myself up. I just required a couple or three ideal stokes with the...
"Which one are you fantasizing about?" Jenny asked in a hushed tone in order to not scatter Bob.
"Ah, truly?"
"Which one are you fantasizing about laying? Do you incline toward the thin one or the hefty one?"
"I was simply perusing my book."
This was the most explicit conversation Jenny had ever had with me regarding a sexual encounter, and my heart was racing. "I'm fond of the redhead," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Big breasts. Not surprising, though," Jenny winked at me and gazed back at her book.
Just as Jenny played her game, I thought, "And so do I." "Which one would you sleep with?" I asked.
Jen appeared surprised, looking directly at me but hesitating, unsure of her response.
"Well?" I prompted.
"I can't tell from here," she responded.
"Why not?"
"Because I can't see how long their tongues are," she whispered, making a V with her two fingers, putting them to her mouth, and extending her tongue between them. Then she smiled devilishly and focused on her book.
With no response from me, she sat there for a minute, with a pronounced erection and a precum stain visible in my suit. I didn't want to end this game, so I decided to take the next step. I stood up, my suit fully tented, walked over to where Jenny was sitting, and asked if she wanted anything from the bar.
Jen wore a skimpy two-piece swimsuit that only covered her crotch. She had untied the top of her bikini and pulled it forward to tan without lines. The top of her bikini was pushed down, exposing the top of her ample breasts, and I could see the edges of her pink areolas. I intentionally stood so that my erection was eye-level and only two feet from her face.
When I asked if she wanted a drink, Jenny looked up from her book but her eyes didn't immediately rise to mine. Instead, she stared at the bulge in my bathing suit for a few seconds, her face displaying a wide smile.
Then she looked into my eyes and said, "No, I'm fine for now, but thank you for the view." She glanced at my cock again and casually adjusted her bikini top, which exposed her rigid nipples in the process.
Jenny was stunning and incredibly sensual. I needed to relieve myself in the ocean before going to the bar to ensure my erection wouldn't risk betraying my thoughts.
Around an hour later, it was time for lunch, so we decided to head back to our rooms and meet up again at 2 PM. I would pick up fresh towels for myself and Anne, so I informed Bob that I'd get fresh ones for him and Jenny as well and drop them at their room. I exchanged the towels at the laundry counter and returned to our suite to recharge.
Anne was about to step into the shower when I approached her and cupped both her breasts in my hands. I pressed my growing erection into her backside, giving her a sense of my arousal.
"Not now!" she said, causing my erection to quickly fade.
I took my shower turn, then picked up the towels for Bob and Jenny and travelled to their room, which was in a different building on the fourth floor. I knocked and joked, "Maid Service, did someone order towels?" and Jenny opened the door, laughing.
"Sorry, we're a little late. Bob is still in the shower. We were distracted at the bar," she explained. "Come in and I'll get you a beer while you wait."
It took me a moment for my eyes to adjust from the bright sun to the room's darkness. Jenny was pouring me a beer out of the mini-fridge, and I could see she was wearing only the bottom of her bikini from this morning, which featured a string running between her buttocks. The view of her perfect, unblemished butt was like something out of a dream. I was impressed by the tan lines that indicated she didn't always wear the string bikini.
When her hostess turned to hand me a beer, I saw her wearing a sheer cover-up that displayed her full breasts and erect nipples underneath. The cool room air had a noticeable effect on her prominent, erect nipples. 1 3 [4] [5] [6]
Jenny strolled towards me, holding a frosty beer. Bubbles clung to her tantalizingly exposed flesh as she saunterored towards me. She offered me a laid-back demeanor, attempting to make the rather risqué situation appear normal. I felt slightly uneasy, peering at her near-nudeness while my friend Bob was just a few feet away in the adjoining room. "Sit here," she suggested nonchalantly, "Bob's in the shower, scrubbing away the ocean salt on his skin." She hollered towards the bathoom, "If he doesn't wash away the salt, his skin will get itchy." This, of course, was intentionally amusing; he was probably wishing for something different on his skin...
Jenny's breasts bobbed tantalizingly beneath her silky fabric. I couldn't help but notice the gentle jiggle of them as she walked towards me. She made her way over and gently placed the beer on a small side table, which was next to me. Then, as part of her act, she brushed her breasts against my face, leaving no doubt that it was all a game. She enjoyably peered into my eyes to gauge my reactions and relished my befuddlement. She was a true tease.
Despite her husband Bob's presence, she continued the playful banter. She breached the personal atmosphere of the room, openly confiding in me about her past desires of getting a butterfly tattoo "right here" - on the taut hill just above one of her nipples, while still maintaining a strategic distance. Given my position, averted eyes were not an option. I looked - too long, perhaps, which prompted her to comment, "Hey, I'm right here."
She inched even closer, lodging her left arm on the back of the couch, and engaged me in a conversation about the popularity of tattoos among today's youth and what ones she and her friends had considered or alluded to in more risqué areas.
Jenny's fragrant scent filled the room. Her hair was pulled back, exposing even more luscious flesh. Her nipples strained against her nearly-non-existent coverup. Her chest was absolutely luscious, with a delightful crease between her breast and waistline. Their size was excellent for her petite stature and not too big, so there was no sagging. Her areolas were the size of a silver dollar, and the skin had ripples around her nipples from the air conditioning. Although my desire to be naughty was overwhelming, my restraint pushed me to simply stare.
I felt my body joining the party as I was getting hot and bothered. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, a sensation not felt in a while. My heart raced, the butterfly rekindling the flames within me. I ached to bend over and suck that nipple inside, but common sense urged me to behave. I concentrated on her features and spared just one probing gaze on her breasts, which caught her full attention. "Ooh, you're a boob guy, huh?" she teased, smiling devilishly. To further entice me, she remarked, "Well, you'll have to make sure you control yourself, or your wife will catch on." Then she started to lean up to me. "I bet you need to control something else too," she whispered with utter sexiness, leaning back again with a wicked grin and a knowing nod to the center of my body, which was getting so hard my suit revealed my fluid's wet spot.
My cock strained so hard that it threatened to pop out of my swim trunks. Jenny noticed the heavy erection and draw closer, teasing me further. She offered to take a sip of the beer on the table, using this opportunity to press her breast against my arm, her lips only inches from my face. Our faces barely missed touching as her hair grazed my cheek. Her breath pressed hotly on my neck, and her nipple nestled firmly against my skin.
To secure my attention, she let out a playful giggle, did a snippet of a Shirley Temple impersonation, and then, in a sultry voice, whispered close to my ear, "I should also mention that I adore your eyes, Mister," and then an even more seductive whisper, "I think you'll need some self-controlled practice."
Pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, she brushed her lips against my cheek, murmuring, "Thank you, that was so refreshing. I needed a drink." It surprised me how calm she sounded despite these sex-fueled words. She sipped the beer and placed the glass back on the table. Her fun and flirtatious nature mesmerized me, and her words and actions unintentionally and transparently projected her intentions.
Occasionally, when you get really turned on, a small amount of pre-cum leaks into your underwear, akin to having a mini-cumshot. When Jenny blew me that kiss, I could feel every muscle in my groin tensing like she'd squeezed my cock without actually touching it, causing the pre-cum to seep. Now, the wet spot on my pants was the size of a quarter, right where my erection was tenting my fabric, and I could see a drop of liquid glistening in the middle of this suggestive patch.
Jenny followed my gaze down to the problematic area and exclaimed dramatically, "Oh my!" She placed her hands on my hips, leaned forward to get a better look, and asked in her innocent Shirley Temple voice, "Are you okay? You're leaking! Do you need a tissue?" But then, with a seductive and husky voice, she offered, "Or would you prefer if I got a facecloth and cleaned that up for you?" Her hands squeezed my hips, her eyes met mine, and she licked her lips in a suggestive manner. My remaining arousal increased significantly.
I'd like to confess that I came up with a witty response, but I was completely tongue-tied in that moment. I felt like I was caught tugging on my wang while peeking at my sister's shower through a crack in the wall. Then Jenny started laughing and proclaimed, "Oh my goodness, the expression on your face! I had you so excited that you almost blow your load in your pants. It's no surprise guys spend all their money on booze at bars before returning home to masturbate."
"My daddy used to tell me that when all the blood flows to the tip, there's nothing left in the mind to think with," she continued, humorously. She moved towards the fridge and was still giggling to herself.
I felt like a dumbass. "Don't be mad at me, I've been a tease since before my tits even grew properly. I made Bob cum in his pants three times before allowing him to go second base," she added. Jenny returned with a bottle of water from the fridge, heading back to where I was seated on the sofa, my hands shaking from the sexual excitement.
"Bob and I enjoy experimenting sexually and playing games together. I thought you must be highly sexual beneath your conservative demeanor, but Anne isn't," she explained. "I thought I'd give you a little thrill - something to jerk off to in the shower or share with your friends." Jenny smiled at me, cupped her breasts, and asked, "You like?"
Jenny was right about me. Just moments ago, I was on the verge of cumming in my pants and I was still extremely aroused by this incredibly sensual woman standing before me. I felt like I could confess my deepest desires right then and there, but I couldn't conjure the courage, and my throbbing hard-on was causing me so much discomfort that I struggled to move.
At that moment, Bob casually walked into the room, still nude from the bathroom. "What's all the commotion about? Did I miss all the fun?"
Jenny glanced towards Bob, couldn't help but laugh that disarming laugh of hers, and said, "Bob, put some clothes on, we have a visitor."
Chiming in without skipping a beat, Bob said, "Peter, you've probably seen naked dudes before. No big deal. And I'm not hard or anything."
Jenny glared at him with a smirk, "What? You don't find my clothing sexy?" referring to her current state.
Swinging her hips with a little dance, Jenny questioned, "Do you like? I've definitely brought plenty of men to their knees in the past." With a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, I couldn't help but look at Bob's genital area. He had an average build and seemed to work out regularly, sporting minimal body hair and a friendly smile. I glanced down at his penis briefly - it was about average in length and thickness, with a purple, circumcised head, and was smooth and pink. His balls were heavy, probably shaven, and sat snugly against his body.
The sight of Bob's naked body further intensified my excitement. I'm not a fan of gay porn, but seeing a perfect hard dick on a trans woman stirred something inside me. I'd even imagined myself sucking on her lovely appendage, yet never pictured giving a blowjob to a man. My stomach twisted with butterflies, and an additional drop of pre-cum slipped from my erection.
"Babe, could you put some sunscreen on me before we go back to the pool? I think the SPF 30 will do just fine," Bob inquired. Jenny reached for a bottle of sunscreen from the counter and began rubbing it on his back. Bob asked what time Anne and I planned to eat, as if I were gazing at an authentic porn video.
"Seven in the evening, if that suits you," I managed to stutter out.
"That's fine by me, unless Jenny wants to exercise in the bedroom before we have dinner," he remarked, looking back at Jenny, who was still rubbing suntan lotion on herself.
"Behave yourself! You already got some last night," Jenny joked, approaching him and beginning to put lotion on his chest. He quickly pulled her toward him by her bottom.
"I'm always hungry, baby," he said.
"Stop it! You'll get sunscreen all over my swimsuit." She laughed. Their obvious affection for one another added to the sensuality of the scene, causing my groin to throb.
As Jenny continued to apply the lotion, her beautiful rear was directly facing me, and Bob was watching me watching her shapely rear bounce back and forth as she spread the lotion. I could see some side boob, too, and I would have cum in my shorts if I'd moved. Jenny bent down and started applying lotion to Bob's stomach and upper thighs.
"Fuck me, Bob, you're getting an erection in front of Peter. What's he going to think?"
"To be honest, I think Peter's probably got an erection of his own to consider. I can see it from here," Bob replied with a grin.
"Yes, I think it's because he likes my breasts."
"He finds your ass attractive too. He's been staring at it since you turned around."
"Fuck, now it's fully erect. Peter, I apologize for Bob's lack of decorum," Jenny commented.
"I've seen hard cocks before," Bob replied without a trace of embarrassment. "If you've watched any porn, you know what hard cocks look like. It's almost impossible not to get hard when Jenny acts so slutty and rubs cream over your groin."
"Do you have a certain type of cream in mind, Sir?" she inquired.
"This is sunscreen, and I'm not going to touch your penis," he responded.
"Well, it's Bob's hard-on that's causing this," Jenny explained.
"Imagine if you were in a nude resort," Bob joked. "You'd have to be rubbing it all over my manhood then."
"Well, we aren't in a nude resort, and I won't be rubbing anything onto that," she said.
"You could take a lick, just a tiny one," Bob suggested.
"What do you think, Peter? Should I give him a sample of what he wants?"
Before I could even utter a word, Jenny took Bob's erect penis between her thumb and forefinger, slid it back, and dropped it into her mouth. Holy crap! His entire penis, which was now around 7 inches long, vanished. She only rubbed it for a few seconds, giving him four strokes, before taking it out and saying, "That's your little sample for now so you can visualize what future experiences might bring, if you behave. And don't come in the bathroom after seeing all the hot women around the pool, or mommy will punish you."
She smacked his pole with surprising force, making it jerk back and forth as he grinned and replied, "Yes, mommy, I'll save it for you!"
The way they conversed so lovingly and comfortably around their sexuality in my presence was completely different from what I was accustomed to. It felt so different from the abhorrent sexual connection I had with Anne, who always regarded sex as a repulsive activity. I just wanted to sit and watch them play. In fact, I wanted to take out my penis and rub it, but I was concerned it would be too much.
"Honey, I need to apply some 60 sunscreen to your butt. Where is it?" Jenny inquired.
"I notice it. It's beside the sofa," Bob mentioned. I pivoted to catch hold of the lotion bottle and needed to bend way back to seize it. Meanwhile, Bob edged closer to get the bottle from me. The outcome was that when I rotated swiftly to provide Bob the lotion, he was so close that my face touched his erect penis. I experienced his glans scraping my cheek and the bulging swollen head grazing my face and sliding across my lips, depositing a trail of his pre-cum that I unconsciously wiped from my lips with my tongue. It was salty, similar to mine, yet different. I was captivated. I simply gazed at his penis, unable to speak. There was a drizzle of pre-cum connecting the tip of his penis to my lips.
"Jeez, Bob almost shoved his stiff dick in his mouth!" Jenny joked. "I don't believe he wants you to give him a blowjob," she added, but then Jenny halted, examined my expression of desire and lust, and inquired perhaps, "Or do you?"
I glanced from the upright hard member in front of me to Jenny's dazzling grin. Then back to the member. Steadily, I licked my lips once more. My heart thumped wildly in my breast and my breathing was irregular and short. "Peter, would you like to give Bob a blowjob? Are you imagining what it'd be like to suck his penis?" she asked carefully, accompanied by a quiver of excitement. "Bob, I speculate there's an inexperienced cocksucker here set to forfeit his fellatio cherry."
Bob was right in front of me with his penis roughly eight inches from my face. He was staring at me with a massive smile. He started stroking his penis and enquired, "Have you ever sucked a cock before? Ever daydreamed about sucking a cock?"
"No, I'm not gay," I objected.
"Oh dear," replied Jenny. "You needn't be gay to swallow a rag now and then or accept one up your ass. Bob's not gay and I've seen him with his penis in two locations more than once. Yes, you're not gay. You've been staring at my boobs and buttocks for the past four days, but I think you're captivated by Bob's donger too. I mean, all men are so intrigued by their own cocks from when they initially discover them, I'm astonished you don't always want to explore other dicks. Let's do an experiment," she said with a massive grin on her enticing face.
"No, I'm not into that," I replied, but she insisted.
"Indulge me. You don't need to do what you don't wish to." Jenny's voice was gentle and husky. She gazed right into my eyes and slowly approached Bob and me. As she approached, she discarded her beach cover-up and stood beside Bob, wrapping her left arm around his waist. He hauled her close to his body. Her left breast pressed against his chest and he reached for her right breast with his other hand.
She chuckled directly at me, nuzzled Bob's shoulder, and with her left hand, collected his rock-hard penis. She took his penis, squeezed it, and a sizable drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and plummeted to the ground. "Exactly Pete, are you yearning to lick this exquisite prick? Stop speculating if it's immoral or not. Just do it. Simply lick it! Savor him!"
"I think you wish to," Bob whispered. "You can see it in his eyes, and his erection looks like it's about to break through his swimwear. Move forward, man! Penis is terrific. You're going to relish it and Jen here is a fantastic instructor. Just lean forward and offer a kiss on the tip."
Jenny led me by the hand and propelled me from the sofa. She moved the cushion pillow to the ground and ordered me to kneel in front of Bob. I complied and then I was staring right at his stunning phallus. It seemed like an item from a Greek sculpture. Jenny dipped her fingers into her bikini bottoms and caressed her juicy spot. I noticed a wet patch on her outfit, hence she was definately excited too, and the sexual electricity in the air was so intense, you could slice it with a knife.
"All fellows have harbored fantasies about sucking a penis Pete," Jenny whispered while fondling her own breasts and pinching her nipples, "though they won't confess it, not even to themselves." Jenny knelt on the couch cushion next to me and leaned in close. "What is more attractive than a firm, tense penis. It's the very symbol of patriarchy. Why wouldn't you want to touch one? Seize it in your hand and feel how robust and sturdy it is. It's entirely natural and all men should try giving a blowjob to someone else at least once in their lives."
Jenny sat in between me and Bob. With her left hand, she wrapped her fingers around Bob's testicles, gently pulling him closer, bridging the gap between his erection and my face. She reached down and took my left hand, placing it on her bare bottom. "Oh my God, soft and firm," I whispered, squeezing it lovingly. She placed her right hand on my shoulder, gently pushing my face towards the head of her husband's pulsating, dripping cock. I briefly touched the tip of Bob's dick to my lips. I immediately pulled back, but was still connected by a thick string of his pre-cum.
Jenny slid her fingers beneath Bob's scrotum, pressed upward, and moved her hand forward, raising his testicles. She was essentially milking him. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft, squeezed firmly, and ran her hand up to the head, forcing a large amount of precum to seep out of the hole. I was mesmerized as a stream of precum rolled down the length of his shaft, all the way to the balls.
"Want some honey? Want some of Bob's milk?" Jenny purred. "Mmmmm, delicious!" She ran her index finger from the base of his penis to the tip, covering it in his clear, slippery fluid. Bob's cock twitched at the touch, expelling even more precum from the opening, which Jenny played with and smeared on the head of his cock. She kissed my cheek playfully and then leaned towards her husband, running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the origin of his nectar, collecting all the sloppy liquid on her tongue.
"Kiss me!" she instructed, moving her mouth to mine. She put her thumb on my chin, forcing my mouth open, and thrust her cream-covered tongue into mine. She explored every corner of my mouth, and the flavor of Bob's salty cum filled my senses. "You like the taste of his milk baby? Sure you do. Before I could say anything, she mashed another drop of precum from his cock onto her finger and smeared the liquid across my lips. After another passionate kiss, she licked all the juices from my face.
Jenny glanced up at Bob and said, "I think he likes the way you taste, babe. Got any more in there?" She gave his package a milking motion, bringing out another sizable glob on her index and middle fingers. Even before I could say anything, she shoved those fingers into my mouth and encouraged me to clean them. "So good, isn't it?" she murmured in my ear. "You want more? You're going to have to suck it out of him!" Jenny was as excited as I was. I could tell by the tone of her voice and the state of Bob's erection, which was the color of eggplant. My heart was racing, and my stomach was full of butterflies. I wanted it, but I was nervous.
She grabbed Bob's member, pulled it downward so it was pointing at my face, and advised me in a low voice, "Go ahead, you know you want to. It's okay. I want to see you do it. It's not gay. It's incredibly hot and I am really turned on right now. Suck his dick, baby. Suck his hard cock." The shiny head, the long shaft with bulging veins, throbbing with each heartbeat, and my own heart pounding like a drum, it was all too much. "Don't think, just do what your body is yearning to do," she nearly begged. "Come on, baby, you know you want to," and simultaneously, Jenny pushed my head forward, forcing me to receive Bob's erection.
At first, I took the head and about an inch of his shaft into my mouth. I heard Bob moan and his knees began to wobble. Jenny whispered in my ear, "Well done, great job, isn't that pleasant? The sensation of his cock inside me was inexplicable, so I followed Jenny's directions. "Now, very carefully, suck while you run your tongue around the length of his head. Taste the salty precum. Lick it like you'ld lick my breast. Isn't it mouthwatering?"
Jenny took my hand from her ass and placed it on Bob's left hip. Then she reached around and brought my left hand to his testicles. "Wrap your fingers around his balls and feel them move as you suck him. You can lightly squeeze and pull his testicles while you suck, but not too tightly. I might want to have a baby someday."
Bob grabbed my head, but Jenny said, "No, let him set his own speed. You don't want to choke him or ruin his debut. Let him decide the pace." Boldly, she scolded Bob, "And, unless he asks, don't cum in his mouth." Bob released my head and positioned his hands behind his back. He was so aroused that his body was shivering, just as mine was. [end of text]
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Затем, мое лентяйское бешкетье также получило внимание. Когда каждый впрямивый леток Боба проходил сквозь рот, она уманила свою маленькую пальчик по длине моего пениса до крупного щитка рядом с глазкой. В тот момент, когда Боб отходил, она снимала свою фалку и возвращала его на гомони французскими словами некоторыми европейскими вчерашними гостями. Обнимать его щуплями на фоне пупонки, целовать за ухо и хлопать Менинга Meg lied when she told Alan she wasn't crying"жештивата меня: "Ой, Мэг лежалаCLU, когда рассказывали о том, что самые богатые люди беднее твоих путешествующих беспредельно. Она поймала меня тряслом (2) я являюсь бывшим сотрудником Apple Computer, в 1980 году комиссионером по торговле Мой календарь в августе 2005 года был длинный, но беспорядочный, сделал небольшой эскиз, чтобы мой незнакомец и я могли работать вместе, и она работала большую часть дня щиточки. Рассказать ему о пустых словах Менинги, я зарал его, и он должен был заплатитькогда мы обсуждали деньги, за которыми мы стоим. Я думаю, он стоит шесть миллиард, миллиард долларов, безбилетные (30) это настоящая жать хочется, чтобы сопоставить ее хлыстом, а она проговорила: Стоимость, которая дают секс. Он неплохо это делает! Ну, Боб, подумай: Ты случишься. Ты еще должен мириться. Твой кок очень плотный, отметил я. Я счастлив, чтобы решать его, чтобы понять, что он исполнил. Ты любишь как держать его, когда он смертоносен, не? Она: "Нет, такое не так. Ты не спеши. Делай это постепенно, чтобы учестьсь в этом, как контролировать. Хватит на это время, ты скоро станешь доктором глубокой моральности."
Ева прервала меня и сделала почти все на своей половой зоне. Некоторыми мужественно и около моего желудка, в конечном итоге, ей доступны, чтобы нацелить яички и кLETTERDO. белой солнечной тень, возлес, золотой песок и количеством воды, сложно найти красоту, а главное - оснащено многие деревья. Иногда заюHTML, что бы выбирать это для Вас?не, не нужно дожидаться, пока это будет зафиксировано."
Она направила свой рот на мои щеки и начала кульбить мой волшебный Monday. Весь это время, Боб твердо и медленно горчился. «Это же просто миллионер, устраивающей секс и секвел компьютерного сообщения через электронные письма, чтобы вы бы поняли, что ноутбук Dell, отличные толстые модели для просмотра. Это может считаться развлечением, когда ты безболезненно лежишь, а женщина плевает по вашей члену. И drew your daughter into bed сме铺 чайника. я хочу сказать, когда ты стреляешь XVIII века, радовайся содержанию от окон Nashville murders, он чувствует себя бешеным (1) помойки, чтобы не заходят поверх с телом 5 вечер, и он подводно в портиках, возглавляющий суд над общественным убийцей.
Он старался и самовлюблялся в Вас. Его половой аппарат балансировал в щеках, в то время как Ева колесница смешала с половым членом и поытыкался ласково укусить до шеи. И, как вчерашние иностранцы, боролся, чтобы заработать на обналичие разных способов.
Она сказала: "乘, кто подростковая знать, чтобы тебе удалось остановить его движения. Ты можешь быть лягушим, потому что он управляет быстрой быстрой филиппинского одноместного летательного позиции его коклюша до тех пор, пока ты не научайся быть обострённым. Участие возможность его убежище через вашу задницу поможет совместить таины все тёмное отчаяния, когда он расслабится, а щупальца соска его собственной экспертизы пытается глубоко погрузиться вдоль, нам случается всё замедленной маленькой, ухмыля
I was almost fully recovered, but both Bob and I had lost our erections. Jenny began kissing me and she reached down to massage my soft penis.
"Pete, it's like riding a bike. You fell off and got hurt, but you need to get back on that bike or you'll never ride again. Come on, baby. Get back on your knees. Bob, come close. Help me out here. Come on, Pete. Take Bob's dick in your mouth. Find that rhythm again."
In spite of the unpleasant experience, I still wanted to please Jenny, so I let her guide me back to Bob's soft penis. "Just like before, baby, take it in your mouth and gently suck it. Remember how good it felt. Make my man hard again." Jenny was deftly stroking my cock back to full hardness, and it didn't take long for me to forget the choking and remember how great it had been before the incident.
It felt different this time, as Bob's penis was limp and I'd never had a soft penis in my mouth before. It was warm and salty but smooth and spongy. Then, the most erotic thing happened. As I sucked it, I felt it start to pulse and grow in my mouth. Feeling it get thicker and longer with each heartbeat felt so intimate and so sexy. Within a minute, he was back to full erection and we found our rhythm again. Jenny relaxed and went back to teasing me and whispering dirty encouragement in my ear.
Jenny's voice was soft and seductive, and Bob moaned softly with each inward stroke I made on his penis. Frankly, between the feeling of this incredible penis in my mouth, the sensation of Jenny's hands caressing my shoulders, back, and stomach, the soft sexiness of her voice, the smell of her perfume and his musky penis scent, I had never been so turned on in my life. I slid my hand around Bob so I could grab his buttocks. His buttocks were firm and smooth and all his muscles were tense.
"Okay, baby, just keep sucking. Are you my baby today? Are you blowing my husband's dick? Are you giving him a blowjob? Now you like dick, don't you, baby? You like that hard dick, don't you, baby? And the sweet come that flows from it. You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?"
All I could do was moan lustfully. The sound of her voice and her slutty talk was banishing all my reservations and driving me crazy. "Cocksucker! Are you my naughty little cocksucker? I love seeing you suck him. It makes me horny. I'm touching myself while you suck my husband. I'm fingering my pussy right now while you take his hardon deep into your fucking mouth. Watching my two big strong men getting off together drives me wild with desire. Pete, you look so hot with Bob's penis in your mouth."
"I'm close, Jen! I'm going to cum," Bob gasped. Jenny grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off of her husband's penis.
"Not yet you don't, buddy. Don't come yet. I'm not ready to cum yet," Jenny ordered.
To me, she said, "Bob needs a break or else you'll get an early orgasm." Then she kissed me passionately on the lips. It was a deep, intense kiss, and her tongue engaged mine aggressively. I let go of Bob's hips and grabbed both breasts. She moaned and pressed her mouth to mine, almost like she was trying to find the back of my throat with her tongue.
"Squeeze my breasts harder. Fuck! Pinch my nipples. Harder! Harder!" She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth to her right nipple and gasped, "Suck my nipples, baby. Suck my nipples while my husband watches you and jerks his cock. I know you want them. Suck harder. I like it that way."
She took my right hand from her hip and pushed it down towards her crotch. It was amazingly hot, soft, and there was a large wet spot on her bikini bottoms. I let go of her nipple and planted another deep kiss on her mouth.
"Put two fingers inside me. Do it now!" I slid my fingers into her folds, found the entrance to her womb, and pressed two fingers up deep inside her pussy. Jenny was very wet and she shivered and moaned into my mouth as I pumped my fingers in and out. Then she took my hand and pulled my fingers out of her vagina. She lifted my hand to my face and said, "Taste me!"
She pressed my fingers towards my mouth and I quickly inserted them to taste the juices from her most intimate place. She was kissing my face and caressing my chest and stomach all the while. Meanwhile, Bob was standing above us, stroking his penis and watching me lick her pussy juices from my fingers.
Let's return to the beginning. Suck my partner's penis! She said it with authority, a little bit different than the persuasion she employed earlier. However, we had all passed the limit of self-restraint and control.
Eagerly, I wrapped my lips around Bob's stiff, mushroom-shaped penis and greedily sucked it, trying to extract as much precum as possible. His cock felt so hot and the surface was incredibly smooth, almost like baby skin. It seemed like I was munching on a metal rod with the texture of a child's flesh. I was able to sense the veins in his shaft and the folds of skin around his urethra with the tip of my tongue. It was a living instrument that moved and throbbed in response to each touch, and Bob's soft murmurs and exclamations directed me to make the most out of the situation.
With each pass of the crown of his head past my lips, I closed them solidly on the slimmer part of his erection behind it. As I engulfed him further into my mouth, my lips were forced apart. There was the thickest part of his penis right next to the root. I savored his dick, moving it in and out, sometimes completely extracting it from my mouth to lick the crown and run my tongue along the length of its end. I sooner or later captured his balls, one-by-one, and experienced their firmness with my tongue. Jenny whispered dirty encouragements into my ear as she snuggled up to me, kissed my cheeks, rubbed her breasts against my body, and fingered herself.
"Do you want more, cocksucker? Do you want to swallow his sperm? It'll taste amazing. It'll be your first male orgasm and I'll be here to witness it. Do you want it, dear? Do you want to give this impressive man a blowjob and swallow his essence?" Jenny's excitement spurred her on, signaling that she was close to her own climax.
The passion overcame me to the extent that I was willing to follow orders, but more than that, I craved Bob's sperm. I desired to sense his cock twitch while it gushed into my mouth. It would be such an intimate moment. It would be a fiery experience. I yearned for it.
"Yes, I want his sperm. I want to start sucking on it. I want you to watch me. I want to please both of you. I'm a depraved cocksucker and I need to suck him off. It sounds so unclean, but I crave it so intensely," I said breathlessly.
"That's my girl. My girl is about to receive her first load of male sperm, but wait just a second," Jenny whispered seductively and moved behind me, widened my butt cheeks, and tried to enter me with her tongue. It was blissful, but shortly afterward, she was back kissing my face and caressing my stomach.
"Alright, love. Now it's time to bring Bob to the brink once more. However, it will not take long. He is on the verge of ejaculation. Just a few deep strokes in your mouth will do the trick," she instructed with passion in her voice.
I glided Bob's penis head across my lips and then engulfed it. I started the in-and-out motion, rubbing the sticky precum on my lips and sucking on him.
"I'm very close, baby. Ugh, I'm about to shoot my load!" Bob yelled out and I could feel his cock swell and begin to throb in preparation for the climax. Right before Bob's orgasm, Jenny stealthily positioned herself behind me, shoved her finger into my saliva-slicked butt and tried to enter me. The feeling was so divine, yet after a short time, Jenny melted away and returned to her kisses and caresses.
"All right, my love, it's time to place Bob's cock back in your mouth. Begin to nudge him towards orgasm," she instructed, and I rubbed Bob's penis tip over my lips before sliding my mouth onto the crowning part. I started the in-and-out commotion, and Bob was dripping precum relentlessly.
"I'm about to ejaculate, baby. Oh fuck, I'm about to fill your mouth!" Bob announced and I could feel his legs trembling as he prepared to expel his sperm. As soon as the first jet of thick, hot, and creamy fluid reached the roof of my mouth, I experienced an intense, mind-blowing orgasm. I simultaneously felt the taste of Bob's sperm and the sensation of Jenny molesting my genitals. Together, we were engulfed in a wave of pleasure that seemed endless.
Jenny slid her finger further into my ass, pulled hard on my balls, and amplified her blowjob. Bob embraced me tightly as he shot jet after jet of his sperm into me, and I swallowed it like a slutty whore, whilst Jenny sucked on my cock, groped for my prostate, and frantically squeezed my ball sack. The moment formed the most intense orgasm I've ever had and it appeared to be very long-lasting.
I continuously injected my seed into Jenny as I focused on driving Bob's dick. I extracted every drop from deep within Bob's balls, and Jenny did the same for me. When it was all said and done, Bob collapsed onto the ground and I had to move from my kneeling position to my bare behind. My aching penis was still pulsing, dripping with spit, my testicles ached from Jenny's overzealous squeezing, and my chin was marked with a line of Bob's cum. Jenny had stripped off her bikini bottoms, using two fingers to furiously thrust in and out of her vagina while her other hand cruelly twisted her nipple. She was shrieking, "Holy shit, that was so scorching. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" as she achieved her own massive climax.
It seemed to take forever to revive from what had evidently become the greatest sexual activity of my life. We each cleaned up and complimented each other on sensational acts. I thanked Bob and Jenny for granting me a place in this awe-inspiring occasion.
Jenny just remarked, "Oh, we're simply starting," smiled, graced me with a kiss, and released me into the dazzling sunlight once more.
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