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PART 2
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As we lay gathering our breath, she became a little quiet. I started wondering if we’d just made a big mistake or if, like me, she was just feeling a bit shy and vulnerable. I guess he sensed our hesitance too because he said he thought it would be best if he went to the bedroom and lay down for a while to give us a chance to talk if we wanted to.
When he left the room, she asked how I was feeling, and I managed to say that I just felt a little sensitive. She said she was worried that I regretted it already. When I told her that of course I didn’t, she took a deep breath, like a weight had been lifted. I felt a surge of warmth for her – a desire to calm her, and to make her feel secure in my presence, so I wrapped my arms around her. She responded by angling her face up toward me and attaching to my lips. Our mouths opened slightly, and our tongues touched. The kiss was vulnerable and electric – like putting my tongue on a little nine–volt battery: it made a fizzy feeling in the back of my skull that began running up and down my spine. I held the back of her head as she pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth, and we began kissing forcefully – almost uncomfortably – and we didn’t let up until we could barely breathe and had to break for air.
As I gathered my breath, she took my hand and gestured for me to lie down so she could put her head on my chest. We lay there still for a while just holding hands, the rise and fall of my chest gently lolling her up and down like a boat in a harbour. Of course we were still nude, and I could tell she was looking down the landscape of my body: over the ridge of my ribs and down the plains of my torso. I wondered if part of her wanted to travel across those regions again. But I wanted to reassure her that everything was okay so I began to gently run my fingers across her hair. It was a sensual desire but also something else: something nurturing in me, like we were kids again and I wanted to rub her back or speak reassuring words to her after she’d hurt herself. Only this wasn’t pain as much as it was an excruciating pleasure.
When she responded by beginning to stroke my belly, my whole body twitched, and goose–bumps flared out across my skin. She drew her fingers up and down my torso, allowing them to descend a little further on every trip. Her fingers soon reached the undergrowth, slightly waking the mass beyond it. But I guess going beyond that point with her hand seemed somehow too crass or detached. If anything, she wanted her touch to be more intimate than that, so she put her lips to my chest, and kissed me down the length of my body, past my bellybutton, down the trail, and over the forest to where my member lay.
I know that she’s travelled a lot and seen things which are a lot more impressive because she’s described them in conversation: the reclining Great Sphinx in Giza, a sealion sleeping on a grassy dune in New Zealand. But in that moment, she seemed so incredibly affected by the simple detail of my resting member, like it was just as monumental. The way she held it next to her eyes and gazed at it, took it between her lips, ran her tongue along it, tasting it, exploring it with both hands, taking in every detail of its shape, then plunging it back deep into her mouth, it was like she was enraptured with it, like she wanted to bring it to life and totally consume it.
The way she touched it made my eyes go glassy and placated, like I was almost in a trance. I reached down and held her at the temples, rubbing my fingertips across the back of her scalp, growing slowly in her mouth. I felt a sense of her body expanding too – mentally and physically – the little downy hairs on her arms standing upright, the nerves all around her body were busy with excitement like her body was a pavilion being pitched in anticipation of an event.
A moment later I’d outgrown her mouth, but it was like she wanted to continue to completely contain me, to hold me fast inside her. Without thinking, she released me, climbed over and straddled me, holding her body just above mine. Then she hesitated, a little unsure. My hand though slid down – almost involuntarily – from her head to her back to her hips and I pulled her down, so our most sensitive regions gently touched. She was still wet – from her and from me – and she slowly and very gently glided back and forward on me – just once or twice – her hips in a motion like a wave, dragging the lips of her pussy along the ridge of my cock.
It was excruciating. We breathed heavily into each other’s mouths again, and as she continued to slide again, I began angling myself up, so the head of my cock was at the threshold of her vagina.
I was so close to slipping right into her. But I didn’t. I suddenly curled my face into her breasts and paused. She understood. We needed to go to him before we started something we couldn’t stop.
She pushed off me, stood up and dragged me onto my feet. Then she pulled me down the hall by the hand and opened the bedroom door.
It was dark, but we could make out his shape lying on the far side of the bed, still naked, an erection lying across his belly. She asked why he hadn’t come back in and he replied that he wanted us to be free to have privacy if we wanted to continue alone.
At first, I wondered if he was just testing us but when I looked at him in the eye, it was clear he wasn’t. It was just such an impressively selfless gesture that I wasn’t sure I understood it. Like, why was this even happening? It would take a while to work that out.
She climbed onto the bed next to him, dragging me behind her, and we all lay there for a moment, looking at each other alternately. At that point in time, nothing seemed to matter. Not who each of us were as individuals, or how we’d become enmeshed, or what we might be collectively at that moment. Lying there between us, she looked so secure and content, but also anticipating too. She took us both and put our hands onto each of her breasts and just asked us straight out. She asked us to fuck her, together. Then she crawled onto her hands and knees into the middle of the bed.
He rolled off and went around to the foot of the bed behind her, while I shifted myself across in front of her. We began touching her. He was rounding her ass with his hands and sliding his fingers up and down on her pussy lips while I was running my hands across her shoulders and lying my head underneath her to kiss her breasts and read the braille around her nipples with my tongue.
As the ecstasy of the moment built, we all lost our bearings. Everything became hazy. She abandoned herself to our touch. She stroked us. We stroked her. We all stroked ourselves. She stroked me. At one point she even took our hands and encouraged us to touch each other, and while it was more for her than for us, at that point we didn’t care at all.
Seeing our hands on each other’s cocks drove her wild and it was like some sense of urgency took over her and she wanted us inside her at the same time. She pulled him back around behind her, and pushed me down onto the bed so she could straddle me again.
He entered her first, from behind. She was so lubricated that he easily slipped straight into her. He didn’t move though. He looked at me and stayed still there. Being face to face with him, looking at him in the eye as I prepared to go inside her, was an intense feeling. Maybe too intense for him, because he diverted his eyes and looked away.
Her breasts hung under my chin and I had to gently hold them up with my left forearm so I could see to guide myself in as she lowered herself onto me. As I started to enter her, the feeling was otherworldly. My cock found its own path into her as it joined his – the slight curve of his nudging into the right wall of her vagina, so mine weighed slightly to the left but high up against the ridge of her pubic bone so it was directly against the most sensitive spot of her vaginal wall. She was silent as I eased slowly in but I could tell she was totally enraptured because she was shaking a little: like she was being completely filled and reshaped and she couldn’t keep her fingers from reaching down and touching my cock as it inched in, as though feeling it directly made the truth of it more real.
It was so tight inside her that I stayed still too, to make sure I didn’t hurt her. She was fine though. She began with tiny movements, arching her back to pull her hips away from us – just slightly and then straightening out again to drop back fully onto our cocks, pushing them even deeper inside her. I guess she thought if she moved too quickly, we’d all cum too fast, so she established a slow but steady pace, pulling at our hips to get us moving gently in rhythm. As we joined her, pushing our cocks forward in unison, driving each other deeper into her, we could feel the way the incidentally soft and gentle collision of our balls meeting each other underneath her contrasted with the direct friction of our cocks working together inside her.
I had to distract myself from cumming too quickly, so I watched the swing of her breasts intently, like they were colliding ocean swells, or sunflowers being whipped together in a cyclone. I gathered them in my palms, held fast to them, then released them again and lost myself in their movements.
Soon we were fucking her so hard she was being lifted off the bed, and I had to put my hands on the front of her shoulders to hold her in position. From that point on, it was like she was just floating above me, feeling us sliding in and out of her and opening her as far as she could be opened.
A moment later, he tensed up and said he was too close to cumming, so he had to stop moving and just leave his cock inside her and feel us fuck. She whispered to me to go harder and faster and she reached down and began flicking her clit. I began ramming my cock quickly in and out, rubbing right against the sensitive top ridge of her vagina. The intensity of it quickly brought her to the verge of orgasm and she began panting so hard that she was barely able to get her words out – telling us both to cum in her as soon as we were ready.
The moment she said it, it was like she pulled a trigger. We all instantly began writhing and thrusting, spasming and exploding. She flicked her clit as hard as she could and slammed her pussy back and down onto our pulsing shafts. I was smashing my hips into her this time, gripping her shoulders and ramming my cock as hard as I could into her pussy. I felt her release more wetness all over us as we emptied ourselves into her, our fluids mixing, coating our cocks and flooding her insides until it all had nowhere else to go and began overflowing out all over us.
We were so exhausted. I don’t remember anything else except collapsing into the bed and falling asleep next to them, feeling the most satisfied I’d ever felt in my life…
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