Sharing Rides: Part 3

Sharing Rides: Part 3

We drove along in silence, both of us deep in thought after last night's passionate encounter. Near my office, Allie pulled over onto a quiet street where there was no one except the occasional passing car.

Putting the car into park, she switched her gaze to me and said, "Last night was the most beautiful romantic night of my life. I've never felt so cherished while making love with a man. I realize we can't genuinely fall in love with one another, but I believe we can aid each other in understanding what a relationship between a male and female in love should entail. I yearn for more nights filled with your tongue cleaning my slippery pussy, your cock ramming into my tight little cunt, and engaging in long, passionate lovemaking."

I found my own eyes brimming with tears as I answered, "I'm all in. All the way in." And I leaned over to give her a slightly impoliteness kiss.

As she shifted the car back into gear, I couldn't help but say, "Additionally, it appears you have innate abilities in blowjobs that just require some refinement, and we haven't talked about butt sex just yet."

She managed to strike me in the arm unexpectedly strongly while rejoining traffic.

Later that evening, as we were leaving work, Allie inquired, "So, what are your plans for the weekend?"

I had none and told her so.

She asked, "What do you think about attending Summer Jam with me? In the past, Ray and I used to go annually with two other couples. I'd forgotten it was approaching until Maureen called earlier asking if I still wanted my ticket. She'd phoned Ray as well, and he turned her offer down because he didn't fancy things getting complicated, so she said I could take either or both tickets."

Ray was previously Allie's boyfriend. They had split up when he was offered a promotion that involved a relocation to a city over a thousand kilometers away. According to Allie, they had discussed maintaining a long-distance relationship, but they both secretly knew it would never be more than a mere friendship. He left the city.

Summer Jam is a three-day, open-air music festival that occurs in a small town around four hours away. It features musicians from every type of popular music genre, and each day welcomes tens of thousands of people.

Allie informed me that Maureen's spouse, Scott, had procured tickets for an exclusive section where people sit on chaises around a pool under large umbrellas. The attendants take your beverage and snack orders or you can assist yourself at a full service bar and buffet.

There's also a row of luxury cabins directly behind this section where you may take a break in air-conditioned comfort. Each one includes a sitting room equipped with snacks and drink service, as well as three bedrooms complete with high-end washrooms.

Based on the concert videos released every year, this section is usually packed with star athletes, famous people, and their retinues. The film crews adore capturing fashionable young celebrities mingling and having a good time. This section hosts only a few dozen guests.

Allie and Ryan had been long-time best friends with Scott and Maureen in college, alongside the other couple attending, Guy and Karen. I'd met them all before at some of the parties Allie adores hosting. Scott and his partner, who ran a software firm that developed one of the addictive smartphone games, had recently sold their firm for several million dollars in addition to royalties. He decided to treat his friends.

Allie warned me that we'd be sharing a room and we'd have to pretend we were merely close cousins enjoying each other's company. I winked suggestively, "Oh, I definitely plan to enjoy it." Allie scowled at me with a disapproving expression similar to the one I'd witnessed on my mother's face frequently.

My supervisor had no issue granting me the afternoon off, so long as work was leisurely and I was up-to-date on my assignments.

When Allie picked me up on Friday, I noticed she had changed from her typical corporate style to a cute vintage tennis ensemble, including canvas tennis shoes. I admired that the white pleated skirt was shorter than the original design and would've been inappropriate for proper tennis clubs from the past. The sleeveless knit top molded her breasts and I could tell she was wearing something less rigid than the industrial-strength bras she wears to work. There was a delightful rocking to her chest as she turned to greet me with a pleasant, cousinly kiss as I got in the car.

Instead of heading to a nearby eatery, Allie decided to travel to a neighbouring town and had lunch at a family-owned restaurant. As we strolled inside, she bubbled ahead and then acknowledged, "Hurry up, silly," using a playful tone as if she were my scatterbrained lover. Her strut made her skirt billow, permitting me a glimpse of her little white thong tucked in-between her enticing behind.

The food establishment was cosy and intimate, allowing us to sit close together in a booth, like a genuine couple. The waitress observed we were an adorable pair and Allie informed her about it being our inaugural weekend away together.

As I used the restroom, Allie settled the bill and handed me the keys. Once she got in the car, she flung something into my lap. When I tried to retrieve it, I identified it as her thong. She acknowledged it by lifting her skirt, revealing a green-jeweled tail plug lurking within her buttocks.

Allie explained, "It's simply to make sure my skirt is devoid of any dampness."

I added, "I bet that's not what you planned."

She feigned naïveté and stated, "Really? I'm clueless about what's on your mind."

I inquired, "Why possess a butt plug if you're not a fan of anal sex?"

She chuckled and disclosed, "It was a gift from a former beau. He'd read that butt toys are beneficial in preparing a woman for anal sex. Unfortunately, that's way off the mark. He was displeased when I responded, 'Not even close,' subsequently our relationship ended. However, I found it attractive and I have a few snapshots of me adorned in it- pretty hot, if I might add."

Finally, she shed her top, exposing a transparent bra adorned with a floral pattern. This slightly raised her breasts but failed to contain them.

While we were on the road, Allie informed me my priority was to keep the driver stimulated and alert. Prior to that, I was coaxing Allie to the brink of cumming and had to ease up when she frantically requested some reprieve. This left her flushed and panting, and she had her leg stretched out, inviting my touch. Taking advantage of the situation, I inserted two fingers into her pussy whilst rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. She reached to halt me, but she orgasmed before she managed to. Once regaining composure, Allie drove away. As she drove, I noticed the elderly lady who had observed us in the rearview mirror chuckling and approving with a thumbs up. As Allie was embarrassed, I had to keep my hands in my lap while we were passing through populated areas.

At another convenience store prior to reaching the hotel, Allie tidied her appearance to maintain a respectable image in front of her companions.

At five o'clock, we reached the hotel and discovered the other two pairs were already checked in. Scott felt regretful as he showed us the spacious three-bedroom suite. Surprisingly, the luxurious hotel in small-town America was profitable due to the concerts staged by the locale during the warm season.

He regretted the one-bedroom unit, apologising, but insisted the ensuite bathroom had a door for privacy and the sofa in the living room was pullable. He assured us the rest would take care to keep quiet if we favoured one of us sleeping in the living room.

I jokingly commented, "How much space can my mini cousin possibly take up in such a large bed? We'll be just fine."

Allie casually replied, "We kind of anticipated something similar. I even brought along a long nightshirt, and luckily, I think he brought sleep shorts like I told him. We should be alright sharing a bed."

A potential issue arose since the bedrooms were divided from the living room by French doors. The sheer curtains on the long windows made it easy to spot even slight movements. If we wanted things to get physical, we'd have to be silent and completely in the dark.

I inquired about our departure time for the event. Scott informed us that a VIP package we purchased offered free shuttle services. This meant the traffic at the main entrance would be avoided, and we would be dropped off at a gate very close to our seats. It was a ten-minute drive, and the shuttle would arrive thirty minutes prior to the show.

He also added that beverage and catering services were included in the package. Saturday and Sunday featured full buffets, while only snacks and appetizers would be available for the evening. In order to not arrive hungry, pizzas were ordered from room service. We had enough time to consume them before the vehicle arrived.

The concert was fantastic, although I wasn't particularly fond of the numerous rappers that evening. I prefer pop, rock, and country music. Interestingly, Allie happily grooved to all the rappers and even sang along with several of them.

In the VIP area, some privileged youngsters from different age groups, ranging from high school to individuals in their thirties who hadn't learned adulting yet, did their best to be ungrateful. They were mostly unfriendly towards the wait staff.

A group of NFL linemen joined us, their team's quarterback generously purchasing the package as a token of gratitude. These players had prevented their quarterback from being sacked during the final three quarters in a prior playoff game.

They were quite cordial and amusing to chat with. They invited conference staff members to take selfies with them, and the players happily engaged with them throughout the concert.

Some of the players had arrived alone, and when Scott mentioned I was just Allie's cousin, they gravitated towards her. Maureen, a fanatic football lover, hoped to experience the fantasy of being with her team's stars through Allie. She asked me for my opinion, and I replied that we both agreed we could never be exclusive, so she should go for it.

I later observed two players, Lyle (the starting left guard) and Jeff (the starting tackle), talking to Allie. Their body language suggested they were discussing more serious subjects instead of idle chatter.

Allie seemed to embrace Lyle's sturdy physique as he casually picked her up and placed her on his shoulders during one of her favorite songs. The fact that she was tiny relative to their height and weight was highlighted during this moment. Later, she was spotted entering a cabana with both Lyle and Jeff.

All three of them emerged about 45 minutes before the next act began. As Allie approached me, she had a big smile and it seemed her hair was wet, like she had just taken a shower. Later, it was revealed she was conversing with Maureen who quickly dragged Scott to their cabana.

The rest of the VIP patrons included two A-list actors and a couple of their friends. They gladly mingled with us and the football players, while their bodyguards, who initially monitored the crowd, merely settled at a table, keeping an eye on their charges and the ongoing performance.

It took only two hours for the VIP area to split into two distinct groups: the spoiled brats on one side, and the wealthy elite and ourselves on the other. The wealthy elite adjusted their surroundings considerately, while the unappreciative kids acted like they were at a frat party, dropping garbage, leaving behind spills, and harassing the staff when their mess got in the way.

There was a noticeable contrast between the two sides. The elitist group cleaned up after themselves and were polite towards the staff.

Having made our way back to the hotel room, locked away from the prying eyes of the curious, Allie shared her experiences in the company of the football players. She spoke of her unease when facing the prospect of being with two huge men, almost like she was living on the edge. Entering one of their cabanas, her nerves calmed as they made their way to a bedroom and she sat with them on the bed, just sharing passionate kisses. In an effort to balance their desires with the event she was there to attend, she asserted, "Although this would be perfect for a night of romance, I'm here to enjoy the bands. Let's have some fun and save the lovemaking for a later time". And with that, Allie removed her blouse and skirt.

Explaining the ground rules, she made it clear what was and wasn't acceptable. "The rules are simple," she said. "Condoms are a must. No cumming on my face. No rough oral sex. No ass play. Who's first?"

To her surprise, both men stripped naked with ease and were unphased by the situation. Allie resumed her kissing and she felt their strong hands as they removed her bra and panties - the first time she'd experienced two mouths on her body at the same time. Describing the act as "awesome", she told me how they touched and kissed her until she orgasmed from their ministrations.

I crept into the covers, positioned between her legs, and noticed her arousal from the way she spoke. Her face flushed, her voice eager, her nipples hard through her nightshirt - all hints of her arousal - and the fragrance of her arousal in the air as I slid beneath the blankets.

Continuing her story, she explained how the playful sexual encounters continued with the first of the football players. "Lyle hovered by the side of the bed and wore a condom. He reached to pick me up, his strength and size astonishing. It was a strange experience being held aloft by this man with barely any effort. He held me until our chests touched, kissed me, then seemed to be waiting for my next move."

As Allie allowed herself to rest in his embrace, he carried her towards the closet, holding her tight, and placed her wrists behind her head. With her arms secured, he maintained his grip, lifting her by her arms and thrusting into her - the ultimate height of pleasure for her. In this new position, Allie was more blown away by Lyle's strength as she hung on for dear life, fully enjoying the feeling of his thick shaft.

"While this wasn't something I'd experienced before, it felt amazing having two men each giving me the special treatment," she told me. I started to lick the inside of her thighs, enabling her to further voice her experiences without fear of her words being heard. Ultimately it was her choice to change positions to lay on her back. "I felt two hands at my breasts, wrapping around me, twisting nipples deep within - it was incredible."

She then recounted a raw sexual encounter as she felt her other lover, Jeff, enter her from behind. They swapped roles several times, tasting each other's cum, spurring Allie right to the edge of orgasm, and then pulled back, turbocharging each invalidation.

"Eventually, they cranked up the sensual activity even more by licking my pussy while I was getting fucked, something I'd never experienced before. This enhanced the experience, reaching a euphoric climax, leaving her physically drained. "One time he and I reached a sixty-nine," Allie breathed, reflecting on the wild activities from the night before. "Another time, I was riding Jeff while Lyle licked me."

And finally, she reached the pinnacle. Lyle and Jeff swapped roles and fulfilled her deepest desires. Pairing an uncontrollable orgasm with Jeff fucking her from behind, she came harder than ever, her whole body shaking off the blissful pleasure.

"It was a magical night," she concluded, "One I'll never forget." And as if to bring that evening right back into the present moment, she said, "Can you imagine what it was like getting my pussy rammed from behind while being eaten out at the same time?"

I paid careful attention to her every word and became turned on myself, eagerly licking at her pussy lips and teasing her clit with my tongue. She writhed with pleasure, just as she had in the cabana with her football lovers, dropping hints about her pleasure and telling me about their various sexual adventures. We eventually clung onto each other and shared our own orgasms - a testament to the erotic experiences we'd both enjoyed the night before. Finally, she was satisfied, relaxing and surrendering to the sleep promised by the night.

She slightly shivered while remembering that orgasm in her head, and that's when I started sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. I heard a gasp from her as she stopped talking and her legs started wrapping around me tightly. She shuddered and said unclear words until my tongue left her clit and started licking the whole length of her pussy.

"They were playing with my breasts and pussy, causing so many warm and pleasant aftershocks, when I suddenly realized they hadn't cum yet. I asked them for the baby oil bottle on the dresser, and seeing that I was at the best height for them to titty fuck me, I had them stand in front of me."

By that time, I had been licking her clit again and she was having orgasms one after the other.

"I took off the rubbers from their dicks and lubed them with lube, then I took turns jerking them off and titty fucking them. Jeff came while his penis was between my breasts, and Lyle came when I jerked his penis. Jeff's sperm covered my chin, and it surprised me. Lyle held his dick and splattered his cum all over my nipples."

"I don't think they had cum in a few days because my breasts were completely white with sperm. When the last drops of cum fell onto my breasts, I started being a little slutty. I put on a show, playing with their sperm and rubbing it all over my breasts. I think they both would have fucked me again right then if we had more time."

Each time she reached this part of the story, I was sucking and licking her clit as hard as I could, and I began fingering her, hitting her G-spot. Her voice grew louder and louder until everything after "tits" came out as a high-pitched squeak.

She said, "Braggart," as I crawled up her body and laid on her with my hard cock against her pussy. I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the face while she caught her breath.

When her breathing evened out, she started kissing me back while we were making out passionately. Breaking the kiss, she gave me a sassy smile and said, "Isn't it time for you to screw my slutty cunt hole?"

Using her legs without using her hands, she managed to insert my dick into her vagina. Suddenly, I was deep inside her pussy, savoring the warm wetness of her body surrounding my shaft. I started slowly, but realizing she was still near the edge of her previous orgasm, I switched to fast, intense strokes that made our hips slap together each time we came together.

I had pulled up the covers to silence the sound, but Allie's thrashing legs soon kicked them off. As her orgasm overtook her, she covered her face with a pillow and screamed into it.

Her orgasm, the feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock, the sight of her sweaty body on top of me, and the feeling of her legs urging me to fuck her harder and harder drove me to the edge. Even though I thought I was ready for it, the feeling of release made me shout out Allie's name involuntarily.

I kept thrusting into her until my penis softened and slid out of her vagina. Then, I moved back down between her legs and gave her a small orgasm as I licked her clean. She enjoyed it the first time I did it for her, and now she wanted me to do it every time.

We stayed there, cuddling, afterwards. Allie said that while she was showering and getting dressed with Lyle and Jeff, she'd mentioned that they seemed like they'd shared women before. They told her they'd started on the team at the same time and on the first road trip, they'd met an older woman in a hotel bar who said she loved big guys, and her fantasy was to have two guys like them at once, so they'd followed her up to her room. She'd done three-ways before, so she helped them get over the awkwardness. They said she even visited them twice more that season. Since then, they'd shared several women and every woman seemed to be satisfied with the arrangement.

"By the way, their dicks are similar to yours in size."

She also shared that she'd chatted with the two guys and planned to join Jeff, who lived in the city throughout the year, at a nightclub. And she remarked, "Oh, by the way. They told me that Owen thinks you're attractive." Then she chuckled, "Maybe you set off his gay detector."

Owen was a tight end who stirred up a commotion when he admitted he was gay during a press conference after the draft. He had claimed to be straight in college, flatly dismissing the rumors about him being queer. As an NFL prospect playing for one of the major Southern schools where being gay was still stigmatized, he was strongly encouraged to stay in the closet or else face potential backlash from fans and sponsors who might force him to be benched or dismissed. Homophobes were infuriated that a "sissy" had tricked them, while the LGBTQ community and its supporters were miffed with him for being perceived as "cowardly."

Despite the controversy, he's a six-foot-four, two-hundred-seventy-pound, blonde, blue-eyed hunk who I imagine has hordes of people vying for his attention. I was taken aback. Allie asked whether she should inform him of my bisexuality, and I agreed, saying, "Why not? It could be entertaining."

The following morning, we made the decision that it would be too risky to shower together, so Allie went first and then I took one. About a minute or two after I emerged from the bathroom, there was a knock on our bedroom door and Maureen strolled in without waiting for a response.

"So you two are hooking up."

It was clearly an unequivocal statement, not a query. Allie tried to feign innocence, but Maureen dismissed her, "We all heard you screaming last night. Either the two of you were masturbating beside each other, or you were having sex. And I've never heard masturbation sound so much like two bodies smashing against each other."

Allie asked if everyone was upset, and Maureen replied, "We were at first. He was mumbling about how depraved he thought you were while he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, and his cock was rock hard the entire time. Karen claimed that he made love to her like a stallion when you two were quiet."

"Scott and Karen both discussed having 'played doctor' with cousins or siblings when they were young. And you know Scott had been chasing after you. He said if you were his cousin, he wouldn't allow their relationship to prevent him from banging you if you were interested. Maureen shared her intriguing experience with me. When she was a senior in high school, she worked at a family-style restaurant. One day, a couple around the age of her parents entered her section, and when she introduced herself, they seemed mesmerized. Apparently, she looked identical to their daughter who'd left for college that fall."

"The couple returned a few times, expressing a request for her specifically. On one occasion, the wife inquired whether Maureen would have sex with the husband if she watched. The husband had started watching incest porn with his wife, which resulted in them reenacting incest fantasies. They wanted to know if Maureen would join them since she resembled their daughter. The way she recounted the situation, it took a while for her to agree, but ultimately, they were all into it. They went on to have sex multiple times, even at their vacation house. She usually referred to them as 'Mommy' and 'Daddy,' and they used her name instead of their daughter's name. During this timeframe, they quit doing it since their real daughter returned home."

Allie filled me in on how we got together, making me sound like a knight in shining armor. When she was done, Maureen gazed at us with an expression of sympathy. Then she turned to Allie, "So if you two are couples, why did you sleep with two football players yesterday?"

We clarified that we recognized we could never be exclusive, so we tried not to be possessive or upset over each other's actions. We also shared that we had been hoping it would support our taciturn position that we were simply there as cousins. Allie stated, "And you saw those boys. Good-looking and great physiques. It's not that often you get to experience something like that. Especially not with two at once."

We exited the dining area, where the others were watching us intently, anticipating a response. Maureen maintained, "Yes, they are. No, they don't have any delusional notions about being a couple." There were more questions posed during breakfast, but no one appeared to be reproaching us. Each of them vowed to defend us and keep our union a secret.

That day at the concert, Allie hung out with her friends three times, once as a trio and the other two times individually with each one. She mentioned to me later that the threesome was as intense as the first time, but one-on-one they were very romantic, especially with Jeff. She allowed them to cum on her, and she was surprised when Jeff offered to lick her clean afterward. She also told me that both Jeff and Lyle managed to make her cum four times each.

I ended up spending time with Owen during one of the breaks, and Allie and Lyle were in the room next to us. It was a warm and sunny day, so both of us were wearing tank tops and shorts. When we entered the cabana, Owen quickly disrobed, and I followed suit. He examined my body and said, "You really take pride in keeping in shape, don't you? I admire that. I make an effort to maintain my physique as well." I was taken aback by his muscular form and blushed at his compliments.

As he inspected me, I couldn't help but notice his impressive physique. While Jeff and Lyle may have had similar sizes, Owen's cock size was striking. Even with a soft erection, I could see that he was somewhat larger in both length and girth. I began to feel anxious as his erection grew.

Owen was confident and dominant, and he seized me, pulling my face to his and my body to his. I felt small standing up to him and was amazed at the sight of a complete stranger kissing me while staring into his eyes. I grabbed his ass and ground my hips against his as I possessively touched his tight buttocks. My fingers traced his crack until I felt his lightly hairy anus. I gently pushed one finger into him, feeling his ass muscles clutch my hand and sensing his arousal.

I then squeezed his ass cheeks again, using both hands to massage them. Owen pushed his hips forward into my hand as I massaged his buttocks. He could sense the olfactory pleasure I was getting from smelling his musky scent. I then covered his cock with lube and put my left hand on his hips, pulling us in close.

He grabbed my right hand and our cocks rubbed against each other, looking more like a porn scene. I paused for a moment and asked Owen if I could take a picture. He agreed, so I snapped some images of our connected cocks and of him manipulating both of our cocks.

We resumed and I teased his wet anus with one finger. He groaned and requested a second finger. I enthusiastically obliged, pushing two fingers into him and making him groan in delight. I increased my pace, causing him to moan loudly into my mouth.

He then asked for a third finger, and I unhesitatingly complied. I scissored my fingers and gripped his bulging anus while massaging his balls. His grunts grew louder and more frequent, and he began thrusting his hips into my hand vigorously as he approached orgasm. I felt his sphincter tense around my third finger and he moaned, "Keep ramming my ass! Like that!"

He was experiencing a strong orgasm and I sensed it, so I let up on my fingers and started stroking our enlarged cocks together. His body tensed and relaxed a few times as his climax subsided, then he pulled me in for a kiss and held me to his chest.

After catching our breath, we felt the need to shower and cleaned ourselves. Once done, I knelt and massaged his balls and stroked his cock. I said to him, "You must have more cum for me," as I began sucking his scrotum playfully. He responded "We'll miss Demi Lovato's performance" but quickly stated "This is more fun." I concurred, unsure if he needed a moment to recover or continue. We continued to fondle each other's genitals until he had a whole-body shiver.

We embraced and shared a deep kiss before parting ways.

That evening I shared our story with Allie, who was frankly unimpressed with my activities. Lyle, on the other hand, questioned if I really wanted to brag about my experiences with her friends. I replied "I never said I enjoyed it."

When he responded, he grabbed my head in one hand and his penis in the other, forcing it as deep as he could into my mouth. I gasped but managed not to gag. While I fought to control my gag reflex, I noticed there was still nearly two inches of cock he hadn't managed to push down my throat. Even so, I was pleased with the fact that I lasted that long before he decided to release me.

I took a moment to catch my breath, then I used my mouth to suck his penis a couple of times before letting him slip out of it. I said, "I'd love to continue, but I don't know you well enough to do it without a condom."

We dried off and went to the bedroom, where I found a condom and put it on his thick, veiny member. As I took him in my mouth again, he ran his fingers through my hair but let me take control. He started standing, but then sat on the edge of the bed. When I took a break from giving him head, he sat back and spread his legs, offering his balls and his anus to me.

I couldn't resist kissing his anus, and he groaned and held my head close immediately after I made contact. Even though we'd just showered, I could still detect the scent of sweat and musk, so I gladly buried my face between his cheeks as I kissed, licked, and probed his anus. We were both experiencing pleasure, me inhaling his odor and tasting his taste while he was writhing on my tongue.

I wasn't sure what was going through his head, but my intention was to make him erect and then see if I could take that attractive penis in my behind. With that in mind, I began to suck him again. However, as he was reaching the back of my throat, the rebellious side of my brain started nagging me, insisting that I wouldn't be satisfied until I proved once and for all whether or not I could swallow his entire cock. I tried several different angles, but none of them were working out, so I told him, "Stand up."

When he was standing, I positioned myself on my back near the edge of the bed with my head hanging off the side and said, "Do what you want with my mouth."

Owen hesitated, saying, "There have been people who have tried this before. They usually end up puking on my cock."

I responded, "If it's happened more than once, you should have learned how to recognize when it's about to happen and prevented it. Just take it slowly and apply pressure when I signal you."

With some hesitance, Owen shoved his penis into my mouth and started moving it slowly, allowing it to go farther with each thrust. He was hesitant, as he was aware that most people were unable to take his size without puking. After a while, I pulled on his thighs, giving him an extra half inch, and he stopped when his glans hit the back of my throat. He was larger than any penis I'd had in my throat before, but I'd had throats deeper in the past.

I could still breathe, so I took a couple of deep breaths and asked him to push himself deeper, which he did at a slow pace. Eventually, he was pushing right up against the back of my throat, where I could feel it stretching to accommodate him.

I could feel myself starting to gag, so I shoved him back out. He paused, questioning, asking if that was the signal for him to withdraw. I explained what had just occurred, and he changed his foot positioning so that his penis would be at a better angle. Then he allowed me to suck him into my mouth again and urged him to push his penis into my throat until he reached the same depth he previously had.

Then he marveled, "You've almost got the whole thing. Almost no one has been able to do that."

I glanced up at him and saw his testicles hanging just above my nose. The sight elicited a tingling sensation in my body, and I could feel my penis growing hard. I was certainly experiencing a desire for this cock as I pulled on his hips, urging him deeper. He pushed in all the way, but only kept it there for a brief moment before pulling out entirely. The mere thought of almost swallowing his entire length sent a shiver down my cock.

Intending to genuinely suck his entire length, I grasped his penis with one hand and his buttocks with the other and urged him back into my throat. He tried to pull out before he left my throat, but I managed to hold him there, and we repeated this a few times, eventually leading to him taking control of the process and fucking my throat.

After a bit, he pulled out and asked, "Can I film this?"

I agreed with the provision that he share the video with me. He then requested a shot of his penis lying across my face and throat so people could see how big he was.

He recorded the video and then began deep throating me. The longer his cock filled my throat, the louder he became, mumbling phrases like, "Take in that cock. Feel my cock head at the back of your throat. Look at my burly balls against your lips." I hoped Allie was still next door listening. She told me later that she had been able to hear us, and was surprised to see my throat bulging in the video.

Whilst I was definitely experiencing an endorphin rush from the sensation of his cock lodged in my throat, I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. Thus, I shoved him off and said, "I was enjoying the challenge of swallowing that massive cock, but I think it'd be best utilized by filling my ass and treating me to a hard pounding."

I had faith that I could accommodate his cock in my anus, because one of my friends had a double-headed dildo that was eighteen inches long and thicker than Owen's cock - one that she loved watching her boyfriend and I share. When we would alternate vaginally and anally, each of us would have near-9 inches of thick shaft filling our asses, and this was one of my favourite parts of our playtime.

Owen was sceptical, so he insisted on spending some time tonguing my ass and fingering my hole to loosen me up. He bragged that he'd discovered many tricks for preparing a tight anus for penetration with a cock as large as his. I won't lie - I enjoyed his efforts. I crouched with my shoulders on the bed, relaxed with my butt resting on my calves while Owen's tongue lavished my anus with tender attention. My hole was feeling a juicy, moist, ecstatic massage that had it quivering whilst becoming more open for his invasion.

He didn't shy away from finger-fucking me, either. Owen worked his fingers into my anus, twisting and exploring. Once he located my prostate, he expertly caressed it - it caused a fat stream of precum to spill from my pee hole.

When I eventually said, "I'm ready for you to fuck me now," Owen rolled a condom onto his cock and situated himself on the bed, saying, "You're on top."

He squeezed lube on his cock and invited me to spread it about lubricating his shaft. I made the most of the opportunity to caress his beautiful cock and impressive balls, before finally straddling his body.

This was a new experience for me, and I struggled positioning him correcting to my anus. My past lovers had always been smaller than me, so when I was on top like this, I had ample space to line up their cocks with my rectum. With Owen's dense frame, the angle was all different.

When I had gotten him nicely lined up against my anus, I had to remind myself that this wouldn't be an easy, leisurely fuck. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled, releasing my breath loudly, "Jesus. Wow!"

Owen pulled me in for a deep, sensual kiss, holding me firmly and caressing my back. As we locked lips, I experienced a wild, exhilarating feeling as my ass quivered with him speared deep within me.

With this in mind, I started rocking back onto his cock, progressing slowly. As he massaged my internal sphincter, the burn became something I yearned for. I was craving the sensation of his fat head expanding my hot channel. It was almost disappointing when his entire cock slipped into my bowels and my ass engulfed him.

After that, I couldn't contain myself, so I stood up and sat back on his cock. The second time I slowly lowered myself onto his cock I encountered jolting bumps that made me wince, but then his cock found its path, and I was sinking down on his cock with my balls resting against its base.

He grinned at me and said, "You appear to enjoy that."

I said, "Be my guest to pound my anal pussy whenever you're around. Own me with your large, meaty cock."

When I voiced this, he seized me by the hips and yanked me forward, lifting his torso, shoving his cock back into my ass. As I let out a laboured grunt, he savagely snarled, "Is that how you want me to fuck you, bitch?" with his next hard thrust.

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As soon as I could respond, he was hammering me from beneath, and I was uttering "Ugh, ugh, ugh" with every thrust. The next phase of this endeavor took a twist as he succeeded in flipping us over, which left me on my backside. I clutched the backs of my knees, providing full access and he plunged his erection into me unrelentingly. Not only did I have an urge to wrap my legs around him, but I wanted to stroke my own dick, but the blissful sensation of his cock ravaging my lower part overpowered all my mental faculties.

Owen had a satisfied smile on his face, drenched in sweat, which made him appear radiant. I didn't care if random people outside could hear the slapping of our bodies due to the noise of the concert. With my head released from any kind of thought, I repeated "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over.

A few moments later, I felt my bottom muscles contract and an undulation rippled inwards from my scrotum, through my abs, causing me to scream out "Auugghh!" as I felt waves of semen pulsating from my penis, splattering my face, my chest, and the bed.

I wrapped my legs around Owen and urged him to keep going with his thrusts while I was cumming. Once he finally climaxed, he swiftly removed the condom and hurled it with his semen all over us. He then collapsed on top of me, and our pulsating dicks remained side-by-side, demonstrating how every drop of his and my cum was intermingled.

We eventually drifted off to sleep, woken only by Allie's cries from the room next door, as Jeff or Lyle's body was crashing onto hers.

Once we took part in this experience, we became more aware of another feature of Allie's group of friends. Not too long ago, they had rented a resort condo for a week. After a night of excessive drinking, while they were immersed in the hot tub, bathing suits came off, then hands were exploring fingertips underneath the water. Karen was sitting on top of Guy, inappropriately rubbing against his lap, and Allie was leaning over the side, being drilled by Ryan. They uncovered a secret admiration for voyeurism and exhibitionism among all of them. This continued until all of them were fatigued.

The day after they had sobered up, they discussed how enjoyable it was, with no regrets. They recreated this on the second night, with less alcohol, and it became a regular routine during their weekend getaways and holidays. They affirmed that having such interactions at one of their homes would be peculiar, and they were hesitant to even think about the notion of swapping. They did, however, look forward to these instances whenever they travelled together. Allie mentioned that Maureen and Karen had intended to bring a bag filled with toys if she and I visited her alone. They confessed they were disappointed at the prospect of not being able to participate in their fun because of our presence there.

I was now comfortably nestled on a sofa without clothes, adorning an embrace with Allie, also naked, both of us admiring Scott, Maureen, Karen, and Guy still in the nude. Notwithstanding the time passing well past midnight, they didn't appear to be eager to stop this joyous event.

The initiation came from Karen, bouncing on Guy's legs and rubbing her small perky tits against his face, pulling his head tightly against her. As he was concentrating on this, together with his thumb embedded deep within her vagina and his middle finger inside her ass, she was trembling with excitement. Maureen positioned herself next to Scott, engulfing his dick with her mouth, facilitating his reach to her pussy.

Allie and I began by merely locking lips and gently sliding our hands over each other's bodies. She had confided in me that Jeff and Lyle often tried to display tenderness but a tinge of lustoverpowered them. Additionally, the pair usually had limited time due to the gaps between sets, impacting their intimacy. I was committed to providing her with romance during this trip.

Just as I was starting to experience intense warmth, I stroked near her pussy and could detect her arousal through the fragrance. Allie, now lost in her reverie, expressed, "Simon says make love to my breasts."

The other participants ceased their activities, and Scott inquired, "What was that? What did you just say?"

Instruction:I explained, "I was simply desiring to have my breasts licked and sucked, so I said, 'Simon says make love to my breasts.'"

Curiosity:Maureen inquired, "Is that a form of dominance game you all engage in?"

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Allie spoke, "No way. Not at all. I want to please Ian, and he wants to satisfy me. Ian helped me see that one reason for the bad sex experiences I've had with guys I've dated is because I simply hoped they'd figure out what I liked. He pointed out that the optimal way for good sex to happen is if we share our desires and preferences with each other."

Scott questioned, "So, you just do whatever the other person instructs?"

I replied, "Definitely not. I could decide that I want to eat Allie's pussy. If she isn't ready for this, she could claim, 'Not now.' Or, if she wants me to eat her pussy and I'm licking her clit but she prefers me to stick my tongue in her cunt, she can assert, 'Simon, perform this task.'"

Allie added, "If I like what he's doing, but he is a bit off-target, I could indicate, 'Colder,' and once I'm closer to the area I want his tongue, I can suggest, 'Hotter.'"

I leaned down to nibble on Allie's breasts, focusing on the sensitive underside. For the next few minutes, she instructed me to move from the crease of her tit to her nipple and then back again. The rest of the group merely watched, lightly masturbating themselves and their partners.

I was gently stroking Allie's vulva while torturing her breasts. When I felt her orgasm trickling down toward her anus, I left her breasts and directed her to sit so her butt was on the edge of the sofa with her head and shoulders resting against the backrest. I elevated her legs and apart, catching a drop of her nectar flowing from her vagina to her anus with my tongue and then traced a path from her anus back to her vulva.

I was lapping up her female orgasm when she uttered, "Colder," so I began licking from her clit toward her vulva. She said "Colder" once more, so I shifted direction and began licking from between her legs. I aimed to tease her by licking and nibbling her thighs and the perineum. She said "Colder" again, yet I carried on playing oblivious until she said it again using a slightly petulant tone and forcefully pushed my head down.

I relinquished her legs and spread her butt cheeks apart with my hands as I pulled in for a closer look at her brown star. I gripped her cheeks and steadied my mouth on her anus. I licked and stabbed at her anus with my tongue. When I did, she said, "Ooh! Super hot!" and used her fingers to control my movements, placing her feet on my shoulders as she seemed to encourage me.

Guy expressed his astonishment, "Wow! He's licking her anus. I believed people only did this in adult films."

Allie provided an answer, "Yeah. I thought so, too. I was missing out."

Allie allowed me to lick her anus for a while before she tapped my head and declared, "Simon, insert your penis into my mouth."

My cock was already wet, so I joyously stood and thrust my penis in front of her open mouth. She slid her lips over my penis, swallowing it as far as she could comfortably, before sucking and licking my penis with a nearly still motion until it was sensitive. She must have noticed the effect her actions were having because she pulled off and spent some time licking my balls and intermittently bringing one into her mouth.

When I'd regained my composure, she pushed my cock back in front of her lips and commanded, "Simon, fuck my mouth."

I gave her a perplexed look, but she gave me a small nod while looking up at me with trusting eyes.

I took hold of her head and thrust my penis into her mouth, trying to hit the spot in her throat where my cock would hit without difficulty. My initial stroke brushed the opening of her throat, yet she accepted it with ease. On my second stroke I felt her throat expand around the tip of my cock. On my third stroke, my penis head was fully in her throat, and she exclaimed, "Gluck!" and appeared to signal me to continue thrusting, so I initiated a rhythm on her face. When I realized she was close to the point of orgasm, she tapped my thigh.

By then, my penis was producing a constant flow of pre-cum and spit was gushing out of her mouth, landing on her chest. Her eyes were reddened and void of tears, but her face displayed a fierce smile. I knelt before her, holding her head in my hands. "That was amazing," I said, before I shared a deep kiss with her.

She said following our smooch, "Simon, shove your cock into my filthy little twat and give it to me hard."

Without hesitation, I aligned my cock with her vagina and plunged in. I rocked my hips, lifting her butt with each thrust. She grunted spontaneously and then grinned, "Yeah. Thrash me this way."

In a hurry, I thrust into her continuously. The room reverberated with the sound of our bodies colliding, causing a steady "slap, slap, slap." Allie spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the arms of the cozy seat, presenting her vagina for my vigorous penetration. She stared deeply into my eyes as she forcibly twisted and squeezed her nipples, while simultaneously flicking her clitoris with her other hand.

Unable to ignore her passionate gaze, I witnessed her eyes narrow with desire. She alternated between rubbing her clitoris and stopping suddenly, an indication that she was on the verge of orgasm. Her imploring whispers echoed, "Come with me, baby! Fill my hot cousin's pussy with your thick cum. Fuck the hell out of me harder! Make me cum so hard!"

For a brief moment, I became conscious of the group's silence, then Allie informed me, "They're all watching us. They want to see you fuck your hot cousin and cum in her pussy," followed by a louder demand, "Come now! Fuck hard and make me cream!"

Maintaining an intense pace, I prepared to release my load. The ascent felt like I was climbing a ladder, then suddenly I realized Allie was edging herself, eager to cum simultaneously. Allie cried out, "Agh, ah, ah!" as she furiously massaged her clitoris, followed by my own gasp, "Oh, fuck, oh!"

Fighting the urge to hold back, I noticed an increase in Allie's movements as she neared climax. With complete disregard for control, our bodies shook and contorted through our vigorous orgasms. Our eyes remained connected, giving the impression that we were one unit as we reluctantly came down.

Allie then steered me towards our bedroom, her excitement still piqued, no doubt anticipating another round of love-making. After I closed the door, I heard the others begin to whisper.

In the morning, Allie and I were drawn together while brushing our teeth at one of the sinks, despite the room having additional space. Allie hovered behind me, fondling my hips. Then she swayed as I grabbed the toilet, her hand stroking my member. Finally, we entered our shared bed, sharing a pillow in the middle, with our bodies intimately entwined. There was an underlying sense we'd engage in a second round together, so we refrained from turning out the lights. Menacingly, we kissed, then collapsed under its weight, awash in warmth and contentment.

Later that night, I awoke to the soothing feel of Allie's hand carefully manipulating my member. My replies seemed to shock her: "Didn't get enough action today?" At that point, I believe she realized what her hand was doing, and jolted in surprise. Laughing, she insisted, "Enough action definitely. But, enough of this, no" before nuzzling into my chest. Gently biting my lower lip, we engaged in a passionate exchange as I ran my hands along her back.

This night, Allie lay with her head on my chest and her leg draped on my thigh, stroking my arousal. "Didn't get enough action today?" she inquired teasingly. Thankfully, I lay there, without the energy to roll towards her and ravage her body.

A short while later, she pulled her hand away, stopping only to smile before cooing, "Flatterer," and gently tugging my lower lip. I gripped her, pulling her tight, exploring her body while she requested, "I need you to make me feel alive, really alive."

But not before we shared another deep-felt kiss, and I continued to fondle her breasts, stirring up memories from our earlier encounters. Urgently, I asked, "How did this weekend change the way you perceive yourself?"

She responded thoughtfully, "I've always been too focused on how I'm viewed by others. I've dressed in professional attire to conceal my assets, and have been selective with whom I engage in sexual activity. Now, it feels like I'm reclaiming my identity. After allowing an apparent stranger to dominate me, I'm more confident and unafraid to express my desires."

Allie shared, "I had sex with those two guys because during the flirty banter before we ended up together on Friday night, they expressed genuine curiosity about me and my life. They inquired about my long-term wishes before proposing we have some fun. I thought they saw me as more than just a party girl. It was quite endearing."

I inquired, "But both of them?"

Allie chuckled and said, "Many men fantasize about a threesome scenario, especially if it involves alcohol and a beautiful woman. However, not many ladies are willing to participate, as they're afraid they'll be mistreated or tarnished as a slut."

She continued, "Having established a degree of trust with Jeff and Lyle, I saw an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy. I believed my friends wouldn't condemn me, so I seized the moment."

I queried, "Is there any connection between you seeking one of us to perform a face fuck on you?"

Allie expressed, "After deciding to go slutty with both of them, I asked them to help me fulfill some slut fantasies. The story I told you about their alternating in penetrating me was the first one. It required courage to engage in deep throating and letting them penetrate my mouth, but the appreciation I received made it exciting."

I mused, "What comes to mind when you think of other slutty things a female can do with two men?"

Allie grinned and stated, "They proposed double penetration, but I refused. I didn't tell them it was because I reserved my bottom for you. I made up for it by allowing them to simultaneously enter my vagina."

Somewhere in the course of our conversation, Allie resumed stroking my manhood. She descended to kiss the tip of my shaft and said, "What kind of slutty activity can we practice with this?"

She mounted me and lay on top of me with my penis trapped under her groin. As I gazed down at her with her breasts pressed against my chest, I had a clear view of her cleavage. I was about to propose a tit fuck when she noted, "It's time I feel your cock in my ass."

That piqued my interest. I expressed, "Wow... Yes, definitely... That seems fantastic. But you were concerned about mess, and I didn't bring my supplies to clean you out. Are you alright with that?"

She confirmed, "You mentioned it's typically quite clean down there, so I'll accept the risk. You're not hesitating, are you, stud?"

I exclaimed, "No way! Hold on." I flipped over, dislodging her from my body and promptly left the bed.

I rummaged through my toiletries to locate a bottle of lubricant and a bottle of massage oil that I'd taken as a backup for a possible massage request from Allie. I also grabbed a big, fluffy towel and made my way back to the bedroom.

Allie had repositioned herself at the head of the bed and was propped up against pillows, making it simple for me to pull the covers off the bottom of the bed. I asked her to lie down in the bed's center and then I spread her legs and covered her with the towel. I'd loved seeing her naked body spread out before me, but I realized comfort was paramount to her while I provided a massage.

Allie adores foot massages, and they're terrific for relaxing the entire body, so I settled between her feet and warmed the oil in my hands before grasping her foot. She uttered a groan as soon as I pressed my thumbs into the ball of her foot, kneading its muscles. As she relaxed, I moved up to drag my thumbs along her instep, ultimately working my way up to her heel. She attempted to speak but I admonished her, "Just focus on permitting me to assist you in relaxing." I concluded by pinching and pulling each of her toes, working the minute muscles there before switching to her other foot.

By the time I finished soothing her feet, she was completely listless, breathing deeply and steadily. The only indications she wasn't sleeping were the occasional sighs she released.

Once upon a time, a girl I used to date taught me how to give massages, mainly for selfish reasons. Thanks to her, I could give Allie a decent massage by kneading her legs, then her arms, and finally her back - before giving her thighs and buttocks a rub.

I adjusted my position and focused on her buttocks, separating them slightly to expose her pussy. I alternated between running my fingers across her asshole and sliding my hands between her legs and over her pussy, creating friction on her pussy as I did so. Each time I touched her, she would gently contract or push against my fingers. As my hands roamed around her pussy, she would arch her hips and push against them.

The massage continued with my hands exploring her front and back simultaneously. At this point, I heard her excitedly whisper, "Oh! Oh!", accompanied by a slight tremble of her body. I positioned a pillow beneath her hips and lay down between her legs. Next, I parted her buttocks and brought my tongue into play, licking and nibbling around her asshole.

Using my tongue like a pro, I circled her ass hole any time it clenched, and she would quickly respond by widening her stance and pushing back against my mouth. Soon, my fingers traveled to her front, and she started rocking to solidify my movements.

I respected her wishes and returned to licking and biting her ass. Soon, she started behaving like a slut and told me to "Lick that fucking hole. Stick your tongue up there. Eat my dirty hole."

As I kept going, I slid two fingers into her vagina and sought out the G-spot. Finding this elusive spot, I stroked and teased it until she was having orgasms very frequently, but they were all rather weak. When she started trying to fuck my fingers, I removed them and inserted them into her buttocks instead, making her groan, "Oh fuck!" and shudder.

I replaced my fingers with a dollop of lube, which she instantly inhaled due to its coldness. I got down to business again, sliding my middle finger into her buttocks, forcing my way through the resistance. I could feel her try to clench her ass cheeks, but as soon as my finger reached past her anus, it opened up. Her ass protested fiercely this time, but the tension subsided, and I managed to insert a third finger. It was nearly effortless to add my index finger now, and we both lost ourselves in rhythmic penetration as I fucked her with my fingers.

Curious, I asked Allie how it felt. "Full. Tight. Weird. Tingly," she answered. I wanted to know if it hurt at all, so I asked. "No. Not really. It feels like my muscles when I lift something heavy," she responded.

I intensified my thrusts, coating my fingers with more lube, until my fingers were ramming in and out smoothly. Drawing closer to the finale, I prepared my cock by smearing lubricant on it and placed myself in a position to enter her. "Ready for the main event?" I asked.

She was excited and turned to face me, saying, "Simon says, fuck my slutty asshole."

I positioned my penis on her anus, running the head over it several times before pressing it in gently. She inhaled deeply, repeatedly, and said, "Give it to me now."

Carefully applying pressure, I felt her anus tighten around the head until it gradually expanded. She mumbled to me again, "That's the first step," to which I replied, "It's tight, but I think I like it."

I pushed my way through her mighty sphincter with caution until I reached the point of initial resistance - where it usually refuses entry. With gentle pressure, I pushed forward another time, and a surge of ecstasy was felt as my entire body was absorbed by her buttocks.

Upon finding success, I rested above her, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek, and said, "That's the first step." She replied, "It's tight, but I think I like it."

I resumed the process, gradually breaking through the resistance until my pelvis collided with her buttocks. Allie embraced me as I braced myself there, delighting in the act. "It doesn't feel anything like I thought it would," she voiced.

I asked her, "Is that good? Does it feel good?"

Leaning down for a kiss, I whispered, "Be patient.

Her response was, "Nice feeling, you know? I particularly enjoy it with you embracing me like this. But I wouldn't say it feels satisfying."

Initially, I thought about maintaining our current position all night long, with Allie's warm body secured in my arms, my face nestled in the nape of her neck, my body pressed against her exquisite ass, and my erection inside her tight anus. However, I realized that it wouldn't be enough to convince Allie that anal sex is as enjoyable as the hype. So, I began moving my hips slowly in and out, penetrating her a fraction deeper each time.

Allie purred, "It feels strange, but when you withdraw, it feels as if something is missing and it's a relief when you re-enter her."

I teased, "That's what a butt lover would say," and increased the intensity of my thrusts.

Eventually, I perceived that Allie was responding to my movements by pushing back to meet each thrust. Thus, I raised her up and resumed stroking in and out the entire length of my penis at a much faster pace. She was now mirroring my movements with her hips and I could hear her breathing alter. I asked her once again, "Does it feel good?"

"It's starting to," she replied. "I feel a slight sensation in my pussy every time you push into me."

As I maintained a steady rhythm, moving deeper and faster, it seemed we required additional lubrication. Consequently, I withdrew and retrieved the lube, causing Allie to groan.

Upon reapplying the lube, I feigned placing it on the nightstand, but instead, I snatched my phone. I took a series of images depicting my penis adjacent to her anus, my penis thrusting into her anus, and my erect penis next to her slightly dilated anus when I withdrew. I reasoned that Allie might enjoy a perspective of our encounter from my vantage point.

With the excess lube, I was smoothly gliding in and out of Allie's anus, pushing more forcefully than before, causing a pleasant tingle in my penis. Allie seemed to appreciate this as she commenced pushing back harder and more forcefully to match each thrust.

I discerned that her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet. Without prompting, she revealed, "I'm truly relishing this."

When she commenced groaning, "Oh fuck, oh wow" repeatedly, I moved to thrust into her anus with the fervor of my hip movements. Subsequently, she raised herself up on her hands and knees in an attempt to meet me stroke for stroke.

I could see in the mirror that her nipples were swollen, and I sensed the wetness emanating from her vagina. When she voiced, "I'm really liking this," I latched onto her hips and commenced slamming my penis into her anus. She responded by arching her back as she pushed back against me, emitting grunts as my testicles slapped against her each time.

As she commenced mumbling, "Oh fuck, oh wow," I fondled her clit a few times and then massaged it with my fingers. She encompassed my hand with hers before tugging and twisting her nipples. Minutes later, she exclaimed in astonishment, "I'm cumming from anal sex! You're fucking my ass! Keep fucking me!" As I perceived her anal sphincter contracting around my penis.

She experienced a prolonged climax lasting over a minute and collapsed to the bed, accidentally dislodging my penis. I was on the verge of ejaculation, so I commenced wanking my penis as I positioned myself atop her body and aligned my penis for her to see.

I informed her, "You had your fun, so now I'm going to have mine by ejaculating on your face," just as I expelled a torrent of semen across one side of her face. The second blast struck her mouth and nose, while the third painted her lips and chin.

I picked up my phone to take a picture of her face as she blinked her eyes open and then kissed her cum-covered lips. We passed the subsequent hours cleaning her face, with Allie gathering cum with her fingers and me licking it off, not due to the copious volume, but because we both desired to savor every single drop that entered our mouths. When her face was clean and we transitioned to simply kissing, we cuddled underneath the blankets and slept peacefully in each other's arms.

The remaining day commenced with Karen, who had previously heard Allie's opinion on anal sex, enquired, "Anal sex? A new sexual frontier?"

Both Allie and I seemed rather embarrassed as we avoided looking each other in the eyes until we were all seated for breakfast, and the conversation had shifted to other subjects.

The concert commenced at eleven in the morning and ended at five. Owen and I interacted for a casual sixty-nine. Afterward, we exchanged contact details but he cautioned that he most likely wouldn't call because he'd recently commenced dating someone. They had enjoyed a couple of dates, and he aspired to explore the relationship further. Allie spent the day with just Jeff, and Lyle appeared pleased with the situation. They disappeared once but reappeared, leaving Allie with a look of awe.

The elite section was constantly manned by five individuals, while a group of twelve others came and left. During the weekend's conclusion, I witnessed Scott chatting with one of the athletes and a movie star. After they parted ways, I saw the football player give a big pile of hundreds to the current employees helping nearby. Allie heard from Maureen that they'd gifted the workers a thousand dollars each. Based on our observations, it appeared that the wealthy youths didn't provide anything, even though they'd double the effort on their side to maintain the area.

On the drive back, Allie couldn't stop chatting about Jeff. She shared that she liked Lyle, who was undeniably more imaginative and daring, but he maintained a trace of fraternity-like mindset. She said that Jeff was more stable and wise, and he was the one who inquired about her. She confessed that she'd have felt nervous being alone with Lyle if Jeff hadn't been there to curb his wild tendencies.

She remarked that when she'd spent time with Jeff in the afternoon, he'd been surprisingly caring and affectionate, much like me. I suspect she added "almost" to make me feel better. They had their initial date shortly after our return home, and it went smoothly. He's an outstanding individual who showers her with attention and now they're engaged.

She revealed her experiences with me, and he finds it somewhat enticing. She asked the two of us for dinner shortly after that, and after we'd eaten, she requested her first DP, which she adored. We connect for a threesome every once in a while, but she's a devoted partner now, and they're making efforts to find a perfect match for me.

As for Owen, he phoned, expressing his wish to be my friend with or without sex. He could discern that I preferred males for physical affection and women for emotional connections. Therefore, we meet up occasionally, and he presents me with tickets for every home game. It'll be distressing if the trade speculations prove correct.

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