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She could hear her own juices with each thrust
and she felt him thicken inside of her.
Moving slightly and arching her back just a bit, she tilted her pelvis and found the spot… the spot right where she could feel his shaft rub her clit with each stroke. Yes, that’s it… right there.
She was enjoying this movement, this position. It was a very good arrangement for her, lying on her left side, having him enter her from behind. She was getting lost in the rhythm, the cadence, the challenge of her own arousal.
She pulled forward just enough that his penis almost left her, but then constricted her inner walls and reared back to his base, making herself gasp with the deepness of the thrust. She pulled forward again, this time making short, concise orbits around the shaft’s head and provoking a feral moan so deep in her throat, it echoed off the walls of her psyche.
Closing her eyes and abstractedly crossing her wrists pulse point to pulse point, she could feel the rush of blood through her veins and her heartbeat quickened as she rocked on the staff that was inside of her. Pleasure bloomed across her flesh and the laboring exertion manifested itself in a sheen of sweat that blanketed her.
But this wasn’t enough… she desired more… she coveted mental stimulation, too … not just physical.
So, she rolled her hips and reached behind, circumnavigating her ass and grasped the base of his penis, holding him steady for just one moment. She ascended into her head and allowed her musings to complement the corporeal deed.
She envisioned them on a beach… white sand rough and grinding into her back as he nudged her knees apart and settled between her legs, crowding and churning himself into her. He was biting her nipples, pulling and twisting them between his teeth as the water licked at her feet like the tongues of ten men, and the ocean waves crashed onto the shoreline in thunderous echoes of their hedonistic act.
He was whispering in her ear… deliciously decadent titillating murmurs of lust and she writhed in ecstasy with the enticement, the siren song of seduction.
The crescendo was building in her mind … and her body.
She was almost there… almost… there…
“Jessica! Jessica… are you in there?” The brusque pounding on the bedroom door screeched into her thoughts like a train wreck.
“What?!?! I’m busy!”
“Come out here! Everyone’s arrived… oh… wait… are you in there with Fred?”
“Ya?… so?… what’s your point?”
“Jeez, girlfriend… give it a rest, will you? Come on out, we’re all waiting for you.”
“god… fine… alright… I’m coming.” Jessica withdrew from Fred and got out of bed, casting an ardent look over her shoulder. “I’m coming, Harry… tell everyone that I’ll be right out.”
Reluctantly dressing and walking across the floor, she turned around and looked longingly at Fred still laying there. Unlocking the door, she turned the knob slowly and pulled it open. She was surprised to find Harry still standing in the hallway.
“Are you alright, Jess?” Compassion oozed from his words as he wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, hon… I’ll tend to Fred… just put on your happy face and go greet the guests, okay?”
“Sure, Harry… thanks.”
Harry watched Jessica’s sullen retreat down the hallway, then swung his attention towards the bed.
“Okay, Fred… I told Jess that I’d take care of you… so, boyfriend… I shall keep my promise.”
Harry entered the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He removed his shorts and climbed onto the bed and straddled Fred’s hips.
“I’m going to need a bit of lube, honey,” Harry drawled as he leaned over to the nightstand where he knew Jessica kept it.
He slathered his hand and Fred’s shaft profusely before lowering himself onto it. The entry into his rear end was smooth as silk and Harry groaned with pleasure.
“My goodness, Fred… you do feel good…it’s no wonder that Jess spends so much time with you.”
Harry undulated recklessly on Fred in a whirlwind of urgency, his ass grinding into Fred’s hips with spirited diligence. Grunting, Harry reached down between his legs and clutched his own balls, massaging, pulling and caressing them with deft fingers. He moved his hand up to his rigid penis and stroked it with concentrated intention, all the while corkscrewing on Fred’s proffered member.
Throwing back his head and enjoying the ride, Harry soon felt himself on the edge, where nothing else exists except the electricity in your brain and the fireworks behind your eyes. Harry quickly came with unbridled rapture, coating his legs and the sheets in milky white semen.
Gasping for breath and falling exhausted onto the bed, Harry rolled to lay on his back, sweat dripping down his temples. “Well, boyfriend, that was absolutely fabulous, we’ll have to do that again sometime.”
After a moment, Harry reached for the tissues and cleaned them both. Then he leaned across Fred’s chest and grabbed the remote control. He turned it to off and Fred stopped humming immediately. His rotating penis stopped twisting and started to deflate faster than a schoolgirl’s ego when passed over by her heartthrob crush.
Harry jumped out of bed and pulled the large storage box from the corner of the room. “Back inside you go, Fred. I don’t mean to fuck and run, but you understand, honey … it’s Happy Hour!”
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