Sorry this is late. Jenn has wanted to read it through once more before I post it. This is almost all in her words and she heavily edited my contribution, too. (Gone are the script-like dialogue sections which she thought stupid.
) Pooling our resources, as it were, allowed us to get the details pretty close to what actually took place, what was said and how it was said, so we feel this is very close to what happened.
This was certainly the hottest afternoon of my life. And just to finish the account off, we split up again that night and I got to enjoy Andy again -- although we were both pretty worn out by then. I don't know how they did it, but Jenn and Ron made love at least three more times and fell asleep with him still inside her! Next morning, I awoke with Andrea sucking me off. Wow!
While Ron and I were out that morning of course the previous night came up. I was looking out the side window of his SUV while we drove to a nearby town that had a bit supermarket.
“Your wife is a real wild woman,” he said, drawing me away from my own thoughts. “You’re a very lucky man.”
“Do you mind me asking how she became such an amazing lover? Andy is such a little mouse in bed.”
I felt like saying while she was somewhat shy and uncertain, I wouldn’t have described her as a mouse.
Instead I turned to look at him. “What has Jenn told you?”
“Nothing really, except that she made it pretty clear she didn’t think I knew what I was doing.”
“She actually said that?”
“Not in so many words, but she kept telling me what to do.”
“Telling you what to do — or telling you what she liked?”
Ron was quiet for a moment. “I see what you’re getting at.”
“Jenn knows what she likes, believe me, and she knows just how to get it.”
“Does she do that to you? I’ve never been in bed with someone who’s so, well, forceful.”
“She used to — before I learned. And yes, Jenn does like sex very much and she’s very adept.”
“But how did she learn all that? I’ve tried to get books or videos about sex for Andy to look at and learn from, and she always shot me down. Then all of a sudden, she wants to swap after giving me months of grief about it. Women! You know?”
“Oh I do.”
“So tell me Jennifer’s background. I’ll bet she had a lot of lovers when she was younger.”
I knew what he was thinking. Not that Jenn had lots of lovers when she was younger, but whether she still fooled around on the side.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“I feel a little awkward. I mean this whole situation is awkward — after what happened last night. I couldn’t believe Andy agreed to it. Bet Jennifer talked her into it.”
“No, it was Andy who brought the subject up.”
We drove for a few more minutes before I said, “You and Andy need to learn how to communicate better.”
Ron bristled. “Andy and I communicate just fine. We talk all the time.”
“Well, considering what we got up to last night, what did you say this morning when you woke up?”
“Not much. Andy kissed me and said, ‘Thank you,’ and got out of bed to take a shower.”
“That’s sort of what I mean, Ron. You both made love to other people last night. That hasn’t happened before and it’s a huge step. I made love to your woman. Surely that should warrant something
“Well, I had your woman, too, several times, as a matter of fact.”
“Trust me, Ron. Jenn and I talk about this stuff all the time, and we talk it over very thoroughly. You can’t open up your marriage to others and not do that. It’s nuts.”
We pulled into the supermarket parking lot. Ron and I separated while I shopped for the dinner ingredients. Meeting back at the car, we loaded up silently.
About five minutes into the return trip, Ron glanced at me for a moment, then looked back at the road. “Could I ask what you and Andy did together last night?”
“Sure. What do you want to know?”
“Everything. How many times did you make love?
“Twice. And I licked her to two orgasms.”
“Did she enjoy the experience?”
“I think that’s something you need to ask her. From my vantage point, she certainly seemed to.”
“How, um, active was she?”
“Well, I know she felt awkward and she’s pretty shy, but once she got into it…”
Pause, then he said, “She thinks I’m too big for her.”
“Are you? You should know.”
“She says I hurt her, and she is very tight, but it’s the length more than the breadth for her, I think.”
“You could be right. What I saw last night was a very healthy length.”
“Jennifer took me in with no problem last night — if it’s not too in-your-face to be that blunt. I don’t mean any offense.”
“None taken. Pussies come in all different sizes. What about earlier lovers?”
“My first girlfriend couldn’t, but we were both virgins. Most of the others were only too happy to have me inside them, ecstatic, actually.”
“You need to talk this out with Andy. Only she—“
“You don’t understand!” he interrupted. “She’ll hardly talk about sex! She never initiates anything, and everything I suggest doing, she nixes.”
“I think you may find that’s going to change. You need to tell her how you feel, honestly and without anger. She needs to do the same. It’s something I think that has to be learned. Jennifer and I had to learn how to be honest with each other. We had so many miscommunications about sex, and it took a long time to trust each other enough to be completely honest. It’s difficult, but believe me, it’s really worthwhile in the end.”
“I hope you’re right.”
The rest of our drive back to the cottage was spent in silence.
After lunch I sat everyone down in the living room (completely dressed). Ron and Andy were on the sofa and Robby and I had seats in the chairs across from them. Since everyone was staring at me, I guessed it was up to me to kick things off.
“Is everyone cool about what happened last night?” They all nodded, but looked terribly serious. “Relax. This is supposed to be enjoyable, right?”
“Ron, did you enjoy being with me?”
“You know I did, honey.”
“Andy, did you enjoy being with my husband?”
She grinned shyly and nodded.
“Anyone want to say anything?”
The three of them looked at each other, then Ron winked at me. He certainly thought himself the alpha dog. Little did he know…
Since no one said anything, I looked at Andy. “What are you thinking?”
“Sorry. That won’t wash. I know there’s something going through your head right now. I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to promise me that you’ll answer it.”
Andy looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights. “What kind of question?”
“An easy one to answer, I promise.”
“Well…okay, I guess.”
“If Ron and you were going to get down and dirty right now, what would you want him to do to you?”
She took a deep breath before answering. “I’d want him to lick me…you know, down there.”
I turned to Ron. “And what would you like?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’d like to see my wife getting really sexually excited, going nuts with lust. That thought turns me on like nothing else.”
“Would you be willing to lick her?”
“Sure. If that’s what she wants.”
Turning back to Andy, I just raised my eyebrows.
“I would like that, Ron,” she answered in a soft voice as her hand reached for his.
“Next question, Ron. Did you like it when I sat on your face last night? Be truthful. That’s what we’re all doing here”
“At first, no. But then as you got into it, I did.”
I knew that to be a bit of a falsehood, because his cock had been like stone throughout the process. I know, because I’d had my hand wrapped around it the whole time.
I asked, “Would you like to try that, Andy?
“What, here? In front of you guys?”
“Sure. We’re going to coach you both. There’s a bit of technique involved, you know.”
“I don’t know if I could do that.”
“How can we help you, then? If it would make you more comfortable, I’ll get naked, too.”
Without waiting for an answer, I stood up and peeled down my jeans and panties and stepped out of my sandals. My T-shirt followed (I wasn’t wearing a bra). Stretching my hands up to the ceiling to stretch, I looked at my nervous friend.
Ron had his eyes glued on me until Andy stood up. I pulled her to the centre of the room, whispering quickly in her ear, “Do it slowly. Make your husband want you.”
She did great. Judging by the state of his crotch, she made my husband want her, too.
Slowly undoing her jeans, Andy wiggled them down over her hips after slipping out of her sandals. (Her panties were not very stylish, so I knew a shopping expedition would be in order.) Before removing those, though, she unbuttoned her shirt, then removed it. Her bra followed. Then she surprised me.
“Ron, I’d like you to remove my panties.”
She stood her ground and he came over, kneeling in front of his wife. His shorts were tented rather obscenely. He slid her panties down and Andy stepped out of them.
Standing with her legs slightly spread, she softly said, “I want you to kiss it.”Wow!
I thought. You go, girl!
Ron did as she asked with no hesitation. His tongue stayed in his mouth, but it was a very long kiss.
“You’re very excited, Andy,” he said softly.
“I really want this.” Then she looked at me. “What should I do?”
“Ask your husband to lie on the floor with his head near the sofa.”
Ron started to move without her saying anything.
“No, Ron. She needs to ask you.”
Andy again looked really nervous.
“My dear Andrea, how can you expect your husband to know what you want if you don’t tell him?”
“I… It’s very embarrassing.”
“You need to tell him.”
She took a deep breath. I could see she was shaking a bit. “Ron, lie on the floor with your head near the sofa.” Then she turned to me. “Why not on our bed?”
“We could do that if you’d like.”
“Why near the sofa?”
“Because you’re going to be able to hold on to it if you’d like that. It might make it easier for you to move.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Maybe I should show you. Would that be okay?”
I quickly got Ron to lie down with his head about a foot from the sofa. Straddling it, I lowered myself down. By this point, I was rather wet. It surprised me how much coaching them like this was turning me
Ron knew what to do. Wetting his lips, he let me begin sliding myself over his mouth, bumping my clitoris against the barrier of his nose.
“See what I’m doing, Andy? Let me tell you, this feels incredible. Just go with the flow. Angle your hips to get the contact you like and the pressure you want. And communicate! Tell your husband what’s feeling good and what isn’t.” I lifted up a bit. “Will that turn you on, Ron?”
Andy giggled. “It’s pretty obvious it does.”
I got up. “Your turn. Tell your husband what you’re going to do.”
“Why? He knows.”
“Tell him. It’s important. It will turn him on.”
“Ron, I’m…I’m going to sit down on your face.”
“Be more specific.”
She looked at me helplessly. I nodded my head to encourage her.
“Tell me, Andy,” Ron said.
“I want to ride your face,” she said softly.
“Until when?” I prompted.
“Until… I’m going to do it until I finish.”
“Finish? Finish what?”
I think my pushing was beginning to piss her off. Good. She needed to have more attitude.
“Until I finish cumming. I want to cum on your face!”
I clapped and Robby (the forgotten one) joined in.
“Brava, Andy! Now get to work!”
Andy went right over, straddled her husband’s head and lowered herself down.
“You squatted. Can I rest on my knees?”
“Do what pleases you.”
She readjusted her body, but hesitated. “Just lower myself onto his face?”
“But won’t he have trouble breathing?”
“Relax. Just do what feels good.”
Andy’s genitals contacted her husband’s face. As I’d showed Ron the night before, he was basically there in a “supporting role”. Tongue swipes were definitely called for, but he needed to take his cue from his wife’s movements, sighs and the words she spoke to him.
In order to expedite matters, I took off Ron’s runners, socks and shorts. He hadn’t put on any underwear that morning. (And man, his erection looked inviting!)
I sat down next to them. Andy was moving a bit, but it was restrained. She needed help.
“How does that feel, Andy?”
She looked at me and grinned. “Pretty darn good!”
“Ron, you okay under there?”
We got a muffled, “Um hmm.”
“Andy, just go with what you want to do. This all about your
“What’s Ron doing?”
“He has his tongue up inside me,” she gasped, then shuddered. A mini orgasm?
“And you like that?”
“Then tell him.”
“Ron, I like what you’re doing.”
“Be more specific. Be naughty. Let it all hang out, girl.”
“Ron, I love your tongue inside my pussy like that. Mmmm. If feels so good!”
That seemed to loosen her up a bit, and she began rocking a bit more. Ron’s cock was completely
hard. I reached out and gave it a good tug, eliciting a muffled groan.
“I think your husband would like you to play with his cock,” I told Andy.
She reached back and grabbed it.
“Do it firmly. Guys like that. Pull on it a bit.”
Andy was getting the hang of things. Her face and upper chest were very flushed and there was a nice sheen of sweat on her skin.
“Do you like playing with your nipples?” I asked. “Does that turn you on?”
“Then do it!”
I sat and watched as things progressed. Andy was now moaning as she rubbed herself on her husband.
“Use his nose. Bump your clit against it.”
“Oh! My God that’s nice.”
“Are you getting close?”
“I am now! Ron, lick me. Lick my pussy!”
Her head was now back, spine arched, eyes closed, totally into what she was feeling. Every time she rocked her hips forward, she pulled on Ron’s cock. I kept an eye on his ball sack to see if he was getting close.
Andy went off about two minutes later in a spectacular orgasm.
The way she came was completely foreign to me. Her body went stiff and she breathed in sharply as she began to shake. It was amazing to see how quiet she stayed but I had no doubt her release was very powerful. I looked over at Robby and grinned. He’d removed his clothes and was stroking his own very nice erection.
Andy rolled off Ron, coming to rest with her back sort of propped against the sofa, a grin plastered on her face. Ron’s face was soaked but there was also a big smile on it. He pulled his wife down and gave her a lusty kiss.
“I’ve never loved you so much,” he said, then realized his face was covered with her juices. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I should have wiped my face first.”
She laughed. “It’s just me, silly. I don’t mind at all.” And to prove it, she licked his chin.
To give them some time to collect themselves, I went over to Robby, and facing him, sat right down on his lovely cock.
“That was so hot,” he breathed into my ear.
“I know. That was a success. Don’t you agree?”
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
I kissed my husband. “I’m just trying to show them what I know.”
“Hey, you two,” Ron said loudly, “get a room!”
I looked over my shoulder and stuck out my tongue.
We moved together leisurely for a few minutes, in no rush to get anywhere. I kept glancing back at Andy, who seemed to have recovered and was looking at us intently.
It was time. So I got off Robby and went to them.
“You look as if you want something, Andy.”
She blushed, but said forthrightly. “I want my husband to make love to me.”
I knew what the subtext was. She wanted to do it with him, but receive the same intense pleasure she just enjoyed on his face.
“Do you ever ride him?”
“We’ve done it occasionally. Why?”
“That’s the best position to control the depth of his penetration. If you do the work, he can’t go in too far now, can he?”
“I guess not.”
“Ron, you have to promise to stay still.”
“I will.” He’d become very pliant.
“Okay then, Andy, climb aboard, but to get yourself hot again, I want you to press Ron’s cock between your bodies. Then you can slide up and back on it. Trust me. If feels great with that fatty he’s got.”
Andy did what I said. Still really moist, she slid back and forth easily. Having done the same thing with Ron the previous evening, I knew exactly
what she was feeling.
“You’re going to make me go off, Andy, if you keep doing that,” he told her. "God, it feels great!”
“Okay, Andy. Stop sliding. Let him catch his breath. This is all about teasing yourselves. You don’t want this to be a mad dash for the nearest orgasm. ‘Tease to please’ is my motto.”
Ron told her twice more when to stop. In between they exchanged lusty kisses.
“Are you ready to take him into you now?” I asked.
“I think so.”
“She’s very wet,” Ron added.
“Okay, then, Andy, slide forward until you can feel him at the mouth of your vagina.”
“Now push back on him. You want just the head of his cock to pop inside you. I think that’s one of the reasons he feels uncomfortable. The head of his cock is very wide.”
Her eyes got big and I knew he was in. How had they managed to stay married all these years if she had this much trouble with his cock? They must really love each other.
“Stay relaxed. Just soak in what it feels like. How full you are. Revel in it. That cock loves your pussy more than you can imagine.”
“What do I do now?”
“Kiss your husband and tell him how much you love him.”
I went back to Robby and sat on his lap but didn’t let him slip inside me. The next few minutes needed my undivided attention.
“Ready for more?” I asked after a couple of minutes.
“Okay. Rock your hips back and forth a bit. Let Ron slide in slowly and naturally. If it starts to hurt, stop and wait.”
Andy bit her lip and moved gingerly. Ron was as good as his word and lay still, but he did have his hands on his wife’s hips.
Over the next few minutes, Andy slid tiny bits of her husband’s erection inside her.
At one point I said in Robby’s ear, “I’ll bet she can take a good deal of him, but she’s just freaked out by his size.”
Robby whispered back, “If you don’t mind me saying it, Andy is gorgeous when she’s sexually excited. I love that faraway expression she gets.”
“Watch it, mister,” I warned him playfully. “I’ve got my eye on you.”
“Relax, gorgeous, you’re still the best fuck ever. I may be married but I’m not blind.”
I didn’t think Andy would get as much in as she did before Ron bottomed out. I knew how gorgeously stuffed she felt about now.
“Good?” I called across the room.
Andy just nodded.
“Keep it slow — and feeling good,” I added.
She nodded again.
I leaned back into Robby and he put his hands on my breasts with each nipple between two fingers so he could squeeze them gently (something I adore). I could feel his erection poking into my bottom, so I decided, What the hell
, rose up a bit and encunted him. He was obviously as turned on as I was by what we were witnessing.
“So tight,” Andy mumbled, lost in her own little world.
“You feel amazing, love,” Ron said from underneath her.
So as not to distract them, I spoke softly into Robby’s ear.
“I don’t know how deep her pussy is, but I think most of the discomfort Andy has felt with Ron is due to her not being really wet and ready for him when he entered her. Now she expects it to feel uncomfortable — so it is. She tightens up in apprehension. Not a good thing. When I had Paul after I’d pumped up his cock, I sort of went through the same thing. Hopefully, my little plan is going to work.”
“I think she’s gotten more into her in the last couple of strokes,” Robby whispered.
“You’re right.” Then I said louder, “How’s it feeling?”
They both said, “Really tight!” then laughed.
Andy looked at us for the first time in several minutes.
“Every time it…you know, starts to hurt, I just stop and tell myself to relax — like you told me. It seems to be working.”
“Slow and easy, Andy, dear. This isn’t a race or a competition. You may not be able to get him all in there. If that’s the case, it’s physiological, not some sort of shortcoming you have. Ron, what do you think?”
“I think it feels fucking fantastic! I’m just trying not to squirt.”
Andy leaned down and kissed his nose. “I appreciate that, honey.”
“I just want it to feel good for you.”
“It does, believe me, it does.”
Robby said to me, “It’s hard to believe they went on for so many years like this.”
“They didn’t talk, really talk honestly. It took us awhile, didn’t it?”
He squeezed my nipples. “Oh, but it was so worth it.”
In response, I rose and sank on him once, squeezing his cock for all I was worth.
In the next five minutes, Andy slowly worked all but about 2 inches of Ron’s cock inside her.
“I think I’m ready to go faster now,” Andy said.
“Then do it,” I told her. “Do whatever feels good.”
“I’m very close to cumming.”
Ron said, “I’m beginning to get close, too.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Robby asked.
They both laughed again and it sounded happy and relaxed. This was working!
It struck me then that I’d never been in the same room with two other people fucking. It was a huge turn-on watching them move together in the joyous dance of love.
“Tilt your hips so he’s rubbing the good places inside you, Andy.”
She did that and her eyebrows shot up. “Oh! That is
“See? As you move forward and he pulls out, tilt your hips up. He’ll hit your G-spot really nicely that way.”
She tried it a few times, then looked at me. “I don’t get it.”
I made a decision. “Here, I’ll show you.”
I wanted to show her using her husband’s cock, but didn’t think that was a good idea, so I directed Robby to lie on the floor next to Ron. I mounted him quickly and showed her what I meant. Robby groaned as I started to work him.
“See? Like this.”
Andy caught on quickly and we rode together, side by side.
“You’re so wet, Andy. I’ve never felt you wet like this,” Ron told her.
The poor guy looked like he was trying so hard not to cum. Dropping my eyes down, I realized Robby was having the same problem (and he’s got very good control now). I was getting pretty close, too.
There was no fairy tale ending. Ron didn’t make it and flooded his wife too soon. I could tell she was a bit disappointed. I had a nice orgasm before Robby filled me.
After we girls got cleaned up, we sat around with glasses of wine and chatted, still naked. It was comfortable and friendly and there was no awkwardness.
Andy, over her disappointment, peppered me with questions about different positions and penetration depth. I could see that Ron was over the moon about his wife’s sudden interest in sex. He put his arm around her, pulled her tight against him and lazily stroked her side as we talked. Eventually, he was toying with her left breast and nipple. It was easy to see what he had in mind.
“But how do we make sure Ron doesn’t accidentally go too deep? Making love to him the way I just did was nice, but harder thrusting might have been nice, too. I like it when he gets excited like that.”
“I love it when a man ‘takes me’,” I told her. “There’s something really erotic about that.”
Both men’s cocks were showing signs of life. I had a naughty thought.
“There are tons of positions you can try. Lying on your sides with behind you can work nicely because you can move your body to allow the depth of penetration you want. Until Ron figures out how much of him you can take and you get really relaxed and comfortable with his size, there are some positions that I wouldn’t suggest — in case he gets carried away.”
Boy, she really didn’t know much. I’d have to get this girl a few books and point her in some directions on the Internet.
“Missionary or doggy. I think I’d have trouble taking Ron in all the way in doggy, especially if I tilted my hips down to allow maximum penetration.”
“I’d love to try that,” Ron said. “I’ll bet you could take it all, Jenn. You’re a champ.”
We let that comment lie on the floor between us. I certainly was game, and to be completely honest, I felt I could handle it. The situation was a bit awkward, though.
Andy took a big sip of her wine, then shrugged and said, “Go for it. I can certainly let you borrow my husband for a demonstration.”
I looked at Robby. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as fully I expected he would. Game on!
Not wanting to get carpet burn if we got a bit vigorous, I asked them to get up so we could use the sofa. Andy went over to sit next to Robby.
My husband’s cock was purple at the end, it was so erect. His mouth was slightly open. I knew he was looking forward to watching this and I was planning on giving him a great show. He’d been waiting far too long to see me live and uninhibited. With Paul, I’d held back, acutely aware of his presence and afraid to show too much or blurt out something that might hurt him. After Paul, we’d talked long and hard (!) and he’d convinced me he’d be fine whatever happened or was said.
Ron was getting nice and hard, but I helped him along with my hands and mouth wanting him completely hard before he slipped his cock into me. It didn’t take long.
I moved into position on all fours sideways so Robby would have a perfect view. Ron knelt behind me.
“You are so wet, Jenn,” he sort of mumbled as he felt my slit for the first time.
He was right, I could feel some moisture sliding down one leg.
“Just take it slowly at first, okay?”
Ron moistened himself by sliding up and down my slit, then positioned himself at my opening. I put my head down, waiting for the first push. It took three tries before the head went in.
Even though I’d been with him the night before, it still felt pretty darn tight. It was more the bulbous head of his cock than the shaft.
We both worked at getting more of him inside, me pushing back and him pushing forward gently. It didn’t take too long for him to be halfway inside, and my arousal was already at full throttle. Glancing over at the other two, their expressions were of rapt attention. Robby had his right hand on his cock and Andy was toying with one of her nipples.
“Are you ready?” Ron asked.
“Uh ha. Just follow my lead.”
“Whatever you want.”
He began thrusting slowly and fairly gently, knowing from the previous evening what I liked. Fast learner! I began to moan as more and more cock slid inside. He was already past where Robby could reach and I still hadn’t felt his pelvis touch my ass.
Ohhhh… So nice,” I told him. “Your cock feels so nice.”
“I love the way your pussy grips me.”
And I squeezed him hard (not difficult considering his girth), eliciting a low groan.
“Your going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”
I relaxed around him and dropped back down on my elbows.
“You can do it harder now.”
Ron was slowly sliding almost all the way out before pushing in harder and faster. I felt more of him entering me with each thrust, but I like best the feeling of his cock’s head brushing over my G-spot. Angling my hips a bit better increased the pressure there and I could feel the crest of my first orgasm approaching.
He obliged, gripping my hips more tightly for extra leverage. Then I felt (and heard) his pelvis slap against my bum, sending little electric shocks right through my body. I concentrated on staying relaxed because it was hurting a bit when he bottomed out in me (but in a good way). It was amazing how full I felt.
About a dozen strokes further on I was almost there.
“I’m going to cum, Ron. I’m going to cum all over your cock!” (I hoped Robby would get off on that comment. He’s said often the idea of hearing that makes him very hot.)
Ron seemed to have found a second gear. I’d been afraid he’d cum too soon.
I began to get sloppy wet and warm in my groin, then, there it was as I erupted in a spectacular orgasm. I could barely stay on my knees. Ron’s thrusting slowed down so he could hold on to me. To tell the truth, I don’t remember much of what happened, except I could feel liquid running down both legs.
Ron stopped moving. “Wow!” was all he said.
When he withdrew from me, I sort of fell over and lay there, a stupid grin on my face. Holy crap! That was a strong one.
Ron left the room to get a towel to clean up the mess I’d made on the sofa (fortunately leather). When I got my eyes uncrossed, I was greeted by Andy sitting across Robby’s lap. Her left arm was down behind her back gripping his erection and he was sucking on one of her breasts while playing between her legs with his right hand.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Hey you two! Get a room, will ya?”
They both laughed.
“Amazing floor show they have here,” Robby quipped. “Very affecting.”
Ron came back with the towel. His bobbing erection was as hard as ever. Poor man. Time to give him some relief!
“Do you mind if I continue, Andy?” I asked.
“Knock yourself out.”
She began kissing Robby again while we wiped up the mess on the sofa. I lay back down on it sideways and opened my legs invitingly.
“I want you inside me, Ron. Finish inside me.”
He grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Ron mounted me quickly and since I was so wet and open now, he slid right in to the hilt. The sofa was wide so I could spread my legs pretty far apart. Ron was up on his arms thrusting hard and fast and it felt fantastic
I looked over at Robby, knowing he’d be watching. He’s told me that he often thinks about me being taken this way when he’s masturbating: some stud up on his arms and him watching us from above my head so he can see the cock plunging in and out of me.
He could stand it no longer, whispered something in Andy’s ear and she got off his lap. Then he came over and stood at the end of the sofa watching. I looked up and smiled, mouthing I love you. Andy was partially behind him, one hand on his shoulder and the other around his throbbing cock. Both their gazes were between my legs.
I put my head up to look. Ron’s cock was sliding in and out of me in nice long, slowish strokes that felt amazing. On the out-stroke my inner lips clung to his cock in the way Robby had talked about and knowing I was finally giving him the show he wanted so much turned me on even more.
“Are you getting close?” I asked Ron.
He was working hard to give me his best. I was holding onto his waist to make sure he didn’t go in too hard and bottom out but, like real lovers, we were moving well together for the first time. Christ, it felt good! I began encouraging Ron to thrust harder, not holding anything back or self-censoring in the slightest. Even though I felt amazingly full, the pain had vanished as we lubricated more and my vagina had stretched out to its limit.
“Oh God, Ron, your cock feels so incredible. I love it! Give it to me! I want every inch of your cock. Fuck my pussy! Fuck it!”
I gave a quick glance back, and both Robby and Andy were mesmerized. Her hand was still on his erection but just holding it now. His face had a look of total concentration.
“I’m getting close, Jennifer, really close. Where do you want me to cum?”
This was the deal closer for Robby. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear me say.
“I want it inside me. Give me all of it. But only have it in halfway, Ron. We want to see your cock pump it into me.”
His cock began to swell more and felt like a steel bar inside me, a lovely, warm, soft thing with steel at its core.
“Here it comes, Jennifer. I’m going to cum inside you.”
“Do it! Do it! Do it.”
He plunged deeply into me once more and then withdrew halfway. His cock swelled to its limit and began to pulse. With my head up I could see his cock and balls throbbing rhythmically as he emptied himself into my pussy. Ron was gasping and moaning. Very erotic!
Robby could see it, too, and in answer I felt something hot hit my shoulder: his own semen.
“Oh my God,” he said low and dreamily as if to himself, caught up in his own moment of passion.
When Ron’s orgasm was through, he pulled out and stood up. Even though he’d made love to Andy just a short time ago and me the night before (two orgasms’ worth), he’d still cum a lot (a big set of balls has its advantages) and I could feel semen running down the crack of my ass.
“Damn!” I said laughing. “We’ve messed up the sofa again!”