Dec 312011
 

The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex for us.  Family stress, close quarters, etc.

We had a nice French meal together and caught up on a week’s worth of family neurosis, having not had a moment to ourselves since Christmas Eve.  Most of our conversation was chaste, but as we got in the car, we turned to what lay before us.
“If nothing else, I’m looking forward to fucking you tonight,” I said.
“Me too,” said T.
We talked about what we were looking forward to:  me, to fucking S’s face; T, to being fucked, hard, by the Dude.
And then, quickly, we were there, parking, headed upstairs in the elevator….
S opened the door, in knee-high leather boots, black leggings, and a black cotton top.  Her freckles and pale skin were in stark contrast to the black outfit.  The Dude?  Khakis and a striped sweater, looking every bit the suburban commuter.  We sat, T and I next to one another on the couch, the Dude and S in chairs, facing us.  Nibbled on bread and cheese, sipping on red wine, listening to an eclectic mix of music, trying unsuccessfully to remember the name of the Kiss member with the long tongue.

There was a little musical chairs – S to the couch, me to a chair next to S.  S and I played footsie, but things weren’t really progressing, and truth is, they needed to.  Conversation was proving to be a bit of a buzzkill.  T walked over to me and rubbed my neck.  I looked at the Dude and said, “Dude, you really should be kissing someone.”

“I’m not kissing YOU.”
“Whatever – kiss SOMEone.”
And T and I began kissing, as she bent over my shoulder.  I stood, and we kissed more, my tongue finding hers.  I squeezed her ass with my left hand, and with my right, ran my fingers up S’s thigh, first tracing the outline of her panties under her leggings with my index finger, then pressing harder against her clit.  I grabbed S’s ass as T and I were kissing furiously, and T and the Dude’s hands were intertwined behind S.
After a few more seconds, the switch had been effectuated:  S and I were kissing, me pulling her against my cock with my left hand, and squeezing her full breast with my right.  “Take me somewhere fun,” I whispered to her.  “Gene Simmons,” whispered the Dude to T.
She led me to her bedroom, where I pushed her down on the bed.  I removed her boots and my shoes.  She pulled her socks off, and I did the same.  “I’m going to fuck your face,” I whispered in her ear as I ground my hard cock down against her cunt, beginning to dry-hump her.  At this, her mouth opened, as if involuntarily, to take my cock (which was nowhere near it).  She licked the side of her lips, but left her mouth wide open in an “O.”  I pulled her forward to the edge of the bed, sat her up, and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them drop to the floor.  I lifted her shirt off, and then removed her bra, and slid my cock past her lips.  She was HUNG-gry.  Devoured me, licking, slurping, sucking.  I pulled her head hard toward me, feeling her teeth graze my flesh as she sucked, and pulled her back by her hair.  Globules of spit would hang between her mouth and the head of my cock as I forced myself fully out before plunging back in.
After a few minutes of this, I pushed her back on the bed again, pulled off her panties, and dove between her legs.  Her pubic hair was present, but trimmed neatly (my favorite).  I licked and sucked her clit as she bucked, pulling my head into her.  “FUCK!” she moaned, after a few minutes.  “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”  She was rolling from side to side, pulling my head with her by her thighs.  I came up for air and said to her, “Suck my cock like a student who wants an ‘A’ from her teacher.”  And she did.  As I lay back against her pillows, taking in the room, she kneeled before me on the bed, and resumed her work on my cock.  “Look in my eyes,” I said, and she did – her gorgeous brown eyes straining to keep focused on me even as I dragged her head around my cock by her hair.
I let her breathe.
“Do you two ever fuck in the same room?”
“Sure,” I answered.  “More is better, no?”
Another moment.
“Dude?” I yelled.  “Come in here and visit your girlfriend and me.  Bring my wife! …  When you get to a natural break….”
As I said this last part, T could be heard moaning loudly.  “I guess they’re not near a natural break,” I said to S.  “Shall we go to them?”
I led her back to her living room, and we found him sitting on the couch, his thick cock in her mouth, his hands guiding her head gently up and down.  Between her legs, telltale giant wet spot.  (T gushes.)
“What were you guys doing that made this happen?” I asked.
“I think you can guess,” said T.
“But I asked you to tell me I said,” as I slid my cock into her, and as S’s mouth closed on T’s.  The two ladies kissing, me fucking my wife, the Dude reclining under them, he stared off inscrutably into the distance, seemingly not looking at the action.
After a few, I pulled out of my wife, and pushed S’s head down on the floor, her ass in the air, and I licked her clean asshole as I fingered her from behind.  T had resumed sucking the Dude’s cock, but they shortly fled to the bedroom.
As I rimmed S, she moaned.  I flipped her over on her back on the living room rug, and resumed licking her cunt.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came.  I kept going, and she resumed her mantra of, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.”
I had the sense I was nearing her limit for oral attention.  “Just ask,” I said.
“For what?” She asked.
“For whatever you’d like,” I said.
She was silent.  I came up for air, kissed her, hard, and pressed down on her throat with my forearm.  Again, her eyes rolled back.  She liked it.  “Bite me,” she pleaded.  I clamped my teeth down on her left nipple.  “Harder,” she begged.  I bit harder and harder, I squeezed her tits hard with my hands, pinched her nipples.  No matter what I did, no matter how hard, she wanted more.  Her eyes rolled further and further back, her hips arched up toward the ceiling.
“I want you to sit on my cock,” I said.  I lifted myself onto the couch, and she lowered herself onto my cock.  I drove her back and forth, up and down, on my cock, but my cock wasn’t cooperating.  Where it had been rock-hard earlier, it began to soften as we began to fuck.  “Suck it,” I said.  She was back on her knees before me, her head bobbing, guided by my hands.  When my cock was hard again, I said “Stand up, please.”
She stood before me, nude, her brown hair tousled, her freckles punctuated by goosebumps.
“Spread your legs just a little.”
She looked a little… scared?  Hopeful?  I wasn’t sure.
“Play with yourself for me.”
She stood a foot in front of me, and began to rub her clit.  Every few moments, she would bring her fingers to her mouth and lick them, suck them.  Then back to her cunt.  Back and forth, and she came, rocking, one leg on the couch, the other on the floor.  I was stroking my cock, which was rock-hard, and thinking about the proper fucking I’d give her shortly, when the Dude and T returned from the bedroom.
“Oh – we thought we might find you in the middle of something,” said the Dude.
“We are,” I said.  “But join us.”
S continued to finger herself as T came and took my cock in her mouth.  I lost focus.  I was paying attention to my wife, fingering her as she swallowed me.  S moved over to the Dude, first sucking him and then riding him.  “Get on top of me,” I said to T.  She did, and now the Dude and I sat next to one another on the couch, our partners atop us.  They finished first, in a shudder, and we were not long after.  As I slid T back and forth on my cock, our hips grinding, I exploded into her, and she collapsed down on me, hugging me.  “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you too,” she whispered back.
“I’m ready to go,” she said.
Some more chitchat, naked.  Gradual return to sartorial normalcy, and we were off, headed home just before 1 a.m.  A lovely, hot evening.

  3 Responses to “Bite me. HARDER!”

  1. Excuse me while I retreat to the bathroom…at work.

  2. Let us know how it goes.

  3. I don’t know if I ever read this. If I didn’t, I’m not sure how I missed it. However, after having read it this time, at least, I need pretty much everything fucked. Thank you.

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