“Hey, you sexy motherfuckers!” Aly’s voice rang across the classic lobby of the historic downtown hotel.
It was New Year’s Eve, and the lobby was teeming with men and women dressed to the nines, in tuxes, suits, and classic gowns.
The six of us—My wife and I, along with Ben, Alex, Aly, and Margot—had decided to get together again. (It was the first time we had seen each other since our Christmas party couples swap.)
“Let’s get fucking naked!” Aly announced in the lobby to everyone within earshot. Some couples turned to look at us, more than a little curious, while others ignored us and went about their business.
“Jesus, Aly,” Ben said, trying to gain some semblance of control—Clearly no one had drank as much as Aly at this point, though we had all been pre-gaming for a couple of hours now. “Let’s go up to our room and plan this whole ordeal out.”
We entered Ben and Alex’s room, and we all jumped as a cork popped from a champagne bottle—Aly held the bottle and laughed as champagne flowed over the sides onto the carpet, and the rest of us knew, whether we allowed ourselves to know it fully or not—that the night was going to be one for the books.
“Oh, shit,” Aly said, and I saw (we all saw) her hard nipples through her thin white tank top which was now wet from the champagne geyser.
“You guys didn’t have to dress up on our account,” I said—Christine and I were the only ones who had apparently dressed up for the occasion (I wore skinny black designer pants, a new white t-shirt beneath a Burberry blazer, and my wife wore a sleek black evening gown).
“We’re changing here, motherfucker!” Aly said, grabbing a handful of my ass.
Aly and I had had sex (obviously) at the Christmas party, and my wife and I had already talked about swapping partners again tonight—I just didn’t know what was appropriate in this moment. We all knew the heat was on—Aly just seemed to be the only one acting on it.
“Let’s have some champagne,” Ben offered, accepting the bottle from Aly, who didn’t exactly want to give it up but didn’t fight him either.
Ben poured us each a flute of champagne, and we all toasted to a long and beautiful night together.
We all knew what that meant.
The thing was, as much as I loved fucking Aly, Margot had been on my mind since the flood. Ben had supposedly given her the first anal orgasm of her life, but she also seemed to be the most open among us—I mean, I really felt Margot would go for anything.
(I didn’t know what I wanted yet, specifically, out of this night, but I was going to find it.)
We toasted to the night, clinked our flutes, and downed the champagne.
I opened another bottle, which I found on ice near the TV, and poured us another round.
We were in a groove now—I sat down on the bed, and Aly immediately found my lap.
Christine (my wife), sat next to me, and Alex sidled up next to her, but I felt some tension there—My wife didn’t seem to need what she had needed so bad the last time—She needed variety, something different this time around, and I could tell. I felt the same way.
Ben and Margot sat comfortably in the arm chair together, Ben on Margot’s lap, leaning back against her large, soft breasts.
“I feel like we need to address the elephant in the room,” Ben said.
“You mean the fact that we all fucked each other last week?” Aly asked.
“That,” I said. “Christine and I talked about it tonight while she was getting ready.”
“Must have been a long fucking conversation,” Ben said.
“Y’all are always late,” Margot added.
“Hey, I did good tonight,” Christine said.
“She did,” I said. “Besides, we had a lot to talk about.”
“Like how my man plowed your wife’s vagina until he ruined Aly’s mattress with nut?” Ben said.
“That,” I said. “That’s exactly what we talked about.”
“God damn,” Ben said. “Who knew he was so backed up?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Alex said, good-naturedly.
“Maybe if you’d let him have sex every now and then,” Margot said, and Ben turned to accost her.
“Motherfucker,” Ben said. “Do you know how many times I ask for sex, but that fucker won’t have anything to do with me?”
“I’m just saying…” Margot said.
“Jesus,” I said, grabbing the inside of Aly’s thigh and wanting to fuck her again (against the wall right now) almost as much as I wanted to spend the night alone with Margot. I mean, she was already in my lap, after all…
“What I want to know,” Christine said, “Is what you and my husband did.” She looked directly at Aly, who just buried her ass into my lap and grinned.
“We could show you,” Aly said.
“Jesus,” I said.
“Come on, motherfucker.” Aly slid off my lap to the floor, her ass still in jeans, putting friction against my cock as she slid downward. She took my hands and pulled me down on top of her. She wrapped her strong but thin legs around me. “You don’t even have to take your pants off,” she said. Then she looked up at Christine. “It was like this,” she said.
I looked up at Christine who sat above us on the bed.
Christine crossed her legs, and I intuitively knew that this was both making her jealous and turning her on at the same time.
I really didn’t want to blow my load right now—I’d saved it up for a couple days in anticipation—but I also really wanted to get my cock wet, right here and now, in front of my wife and her friends. Aly reached down and unzipped her pants; she worked a couple of fingers into her crotch and pulled her panties to the side for me.
“Later,” I said, trying to stand up, but Aly’s legs only wrapped me up even tighter.
“Fuck me, Daddy, please,” Aly whined, making a show of it, grinding her crotch against my hard cock in my suit pants, and more than anything, I wanted to simply unzip, let my dong fall out while still being fully clothed, and plunge it into Aly’s wet slit. That would really set the mood for the night, and it would also be so raw and unexpected that I knew she’d yelp, and I’d still be turned on enough to do it again later.
“Fuck,” I said. “Let’s wait.” The air had been let out of the room, and now it returned.
I felt like a fool as I stood up from the floor and helped the nimble Aly back to her feet, her long, sensual fingers interlacing in my own. “You had a chance,” she said and then called me a motherfucker again.
“Boo,” Alex moaned, and I could tell at that moment that things could not be anywhere near the same as they had been last time. Christine sat wide-eyed on the bed and stared at the floor in the place Aly and I had just been laying.
“We better get dressed Margot said, standing up and unzipping her jeans. I gazed at her as she shimmied them down over her wide hips and pulled them down to her ankles. When she stood back up, I noticed that she wore a light blue lacy thong that barely covered her pussy. It had a thin band that was pulled high up on her hips and gripped them tightly.
Aly saw me watching Margot and stepped in front of me, her ass toward me, and bent over, pulling down her own jeans and panties. Her tight pink asshole gave me hope for later—If I was meant to end up with Aly again tonight, I was going to give it to her in the butt this time, and she was going to like it.
Christine stood from the bed and walked over to pour herself another glass of wine. I joined her, feeling like I should, and she refilled my glass. We clinked them in a silent toast.
When I turned back around, I noticed that Alex’s semi-hard cock was hanging down through the leg hole of his boxers—It was like he’d been hiding a horse under there—And I turned back sharply to Christine, who only looked away and sipped her wine. My face became hot, and I didn’t hide the fact that I was staring at Alex’s impressive schlong.
I looked over at Ben who smiled knowingly and nodded his head. (It was hard to blame Ben for not wanting that massive thing in his ass very often.)
“Holy fuck!” Aly nearly screamed when she noticed it. Alex looked up at her as he pulled up his suit pants to cover it.
All the blood had gone to Aly’s face, and for the first time since I’d known her, she was actually speechless.
I stared at Margot as she slipped her gown over her head and shoulders, down over her huge titties, down over her tight, womanly curves, over her thick hips, and down to her bare feet. I looked up at her face and noticed that she’d been watching me the whole time. She smiled at me.
We arrived in the hotel’s ballroom at 10 p.m. and found the table that had been reserved for the six of us. (Aly and Margot were still with their boyfriends, as far as I knew, but like always, those boyfriends were nowhere to be found.)
I found my place between Christine and Aly, while Ben sat to Aly’s left, then Alex, then Margot, forming our own version of the round table there in the low-lit ballroom (what a name for it) with the music playing and the spirits flowing and ourselves horny with anxious anticipation.
The host of the party kicked it off, and the music began to play.
I danced the first dance with Christine, while Ben and Alex danced together, and Aly and Margot sat back at our table and talked amongst themselves.
“What do you want to do?” Christine asked me.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her. “You’re my wife; I’m letting you decide.”
The band played a classic Ella Fitzgerald, and I felt we fell in love right there all over again.
“Let’s just see where the night takes us,” Christine said.
That was fine by me.
A beautiful young woman followed up the Ella Fitzgerald song with her own rendition of Blue Velvet, and I thought back to my childhood, wondering how I had ended up in tonight’s position.
I stood on the dance floor, alone now—Ben had pulled Christine aside for a dance—and Alex walked over to me. We both laughed, as we danced together. (We didn’t parody the dance—We were too good of friends for that). We slow danced together (Yes, to Blue Velvet), and talked about the year. It had been a long one, but we’d come through it—And what the fuck! That Christmas party had been wild…
As the young woman on the stage finished her number, Alex and I hugged, while Ben and Christine continued to dance, though the host was making his way back to the microphone.
“Well, well, well,” I said.
“Son of a bitch,” Alex said with a grin.
I grabbed the sides of Alex’s face, like in the old gangster movies, and kissed him on the forehead.
“I love you,” Alex said.
“I love you, too, man.”
I ran into Aly near the restrooms an hour or so later, and she was absolutely dizzy with sex all in her eyes. I didn’t know where the wine had gone, but she seemed perfectly clear now—More so—She looked like she was on the prowl. “What are you doing, motherfucker?” she asked.
We were under a bridge together (I don’t know how else to describe it)—Under a bridge joining the two sides of the large carpeted ballroom with the women’s restrooms to the right and the men’s to the left.
“Taking a piss,” I said.
“No, I mean what are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m doing the same thing you’re doing,” I said.
“Trying to fuck?” She asked.
Aly wasn’t having the effect on me she’d had on the first go-round, but I was definitely trying to get some pussy (other than my wife’s).
“Margot already called you,” Aly said, seemingly reading my mind.
“She called me?”
“When we were sitting at the table earlier,” Aly said. “She wants your cock.”
“She does?”
We all found ourselves back at our table as the clock approached midnight, the band continued to play romantic tunes from days gone by, and the liquor continued to affect us in a perverse way—It wasn’t making us drunker; it was only giving us a strange laser focus on what we each wanted the night to become.
As it turned out, our visions would interlace, yet again, and there would be no contempt among us.
“Three—Two—One!!!” Everyone yelled out, the ball dropped, and I kissed Margot sensually on the mouth. We were all still at our table, but I had turned to Margot, Christine had found Ben, and Aly was literally sucking an embarrassed Alex’s cock in the semi-darkness.
“Happy New Year!!!”
Auld Lang Syne played, and we all sang along, arms around each other (all but Aly who continued to fight for Alex’s cock as hard as he fought to free himself and zip up his pants).
What a sight!
We all laughed, including Alex, who worked his large dinger back in through the too-small hole of his pants, zipped them back up, and helped Aly, laughing, to her feet.
We met on the dance floor, as a group, to ring in the new year together.
We even rode the elevator back up to the eleventh floor together before stopping in the small foyer (this would have been awkward had it not been for all the alcohol we’d consumed—Still, nobody seemed in the least bit drunk—We were on a mission.) Margot grabbed my hand, interlacing her fingers in my own, and Ben grabbed my wife’s hand in the next instant.
Aly grabbed Alex cock, this time through his pants, and stood holding onto it as we all, again, stood in astonishment.
“I have an idea,” Margot said. “Y’all can do what you want, but I think it would be super hot if we all shared one room this time.”
I noticed that Christine and Ben shared a glance I couldn’t quite interpret—They had been best friends since they were kids.
Margot’s idea did sound hot, theoretically, but given everyone’s silence, I could see we were all working through the scenario in our own heads.
“There are only two beds,” Christine said.
“We don’t need a bed,” Aly said, still holding on to Alex’s thing that had obviously become her prized possession.
Margot and I looked at each other. “Fine with me,” I said, resigned. Now that it had come down to it, I really didn’t like the idea of actually hearing my wife get fucked by another man. I wasn’t looking forward to hearing her yelp with pleasure from his cock. Then again, I would be with another woman, and maybe the sensation would heighten the experience.
We paused, I think, because we didn’t really know what the dynamic would be like.
“Fine with us,” Christine said.
“Okay,” Margot said and held up a room key.
Margot slid the key into the door lock, and the light turned green.
Alex and Aly were already making out when we entered the room, and nobody bothered to turn on the lights.
“Oh, there’s a pull-out bed,” Margot said.
“You better not pull out, motherfucker,” Aly told Alex between clinched teeth.
Margot, always the mom of the group, pulled the cushions off the couch and pulled out the fold-out bed. Wanting to speed this part along, I went to the closet for the bedspread and comforter to help her.
By the time we had the bed made, however, Alex and Aly were already completely naked, and Aly was on her back, pulling him down between her spread legs. (I actually witnessed the moment he slid his thick dong down into her tight slit.)
I looked at Margot and then sat down on the fold out, holding an arm out in an invitation for her to come sit by me. The bed creaked beneath her weight—Again, she isn’t fat, but she’s definitely thick.
At the far end of the room, Ben pulled back the bed sheets as my wife walked around the bed nearest the far wall, slipped her evening gown over her head, discarding it on the floor. She crawled into bed wearing only a bra and panties, and Margot put her hand on my leg. I watched as Ben stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into bed with Christine and pulled the covers up over them.
“Are you okay?” Margot asked, and I looked at her.
I stood and moved in front of her; I took her by the hands, and pulled her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I recalled every time I had hugged her when she’d come over to our house—She’d always been a great hugger—Her body was made for it—And when we’d pulled apart, I’d always wanted her back in my arms.
Now that her arms were around my neck, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, and we just swayed like that for a while (almost like dancing). Our foreheads met and she nuzzled her nose against mine. She leaned in and took my mouth in her own, and I had never before experienced a kiss that felt so much like sex. We made love with our lips, and with our hands, groping around and exploring each other (still fully clothed), with the sound of Alex’s nuts slapping Aly’s ass ringing in the room.
On the far bed, Ben and Christine where giggling about something, and I could hear them chatting in a hushed tone. (I really wanted to know what they were saying.)
Margot brought me back to her by putting her fingers down the front of my suit pants and unbuttoning them. I got out of my blazer, tossed it aside, and Margot worked on the top buttons of my shirt while I began to work her gown up over her knees and then up over her wide hips.
I peeled off my shirt and dropped my pants, kicking my shoes off without untying them, while Margot pulled her gown off over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and that tiny blue thong.
“I was watching you earlier,” Margot said. “While we were changing.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, standing now in only my boxer briefs. My cock was growing inside them.
“You were staring,” she said.
“Guilty,” I said, blushing a bit.
Alex began to moan, and Aly squealed, “Nut inside me, motherfucker! Give me that spunk!” The slapping of nuts on ass became more intense, and my cock continued to grow.
Margot got down on her knees in front of me and slowly slid down my underwear. My cock flung upward over the band as it was released.
Margot took my cock in her warm hand and stroked it a couple of times before putting it in her mouth. She held it there for a while, at first letting me just feel it there in the warmth of her mouth, and then she began to slowly trace circles around the underside of my knob with her tongue.
“I’m gonna cum,” Alex moaned, and Aly squealed.
“Cum inside me, baby!” Aly begged, and then he must have started going off because his own groans contrasted her high-pitched yelps, and they obviously came in unison. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!” Aly squealed. “You needed this pussy, didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes!” Alex groaned, and his nuts continued to slap ass.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, and Margot slid up my body with her own warmth until we were again face to face.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I smiled.
“You haven’t seen the back yet,” she said.
I took ahold of her hips and encouraged her to turn around. She obeyed and fell onto her stomach on the bed, which again squeaked beneath her weight. She got on her knees and pushed her ass back, up into the air, so I could get a better look.
Her butthole was a big brown ring, and the light blue string of fabric from her thong ran straight up its middle. I swiped my finger across her brown spot, pressing in a bit to get my thumb under the string, and Margot pressed her ass back into me. I pulled her thong to the side, but then decided I wanted to take my time with her.
I pressed my fingers into her soft hips and worked them under the thin waist band. I pulled her thong down over her ass, and then immediately sniffed her brown spot—I couldn’t help myself! The stink of her ass captivated me, and I forgot all about my wife in bed with her gay best friend.
I slapped hold of Margot’s ass cheeks with both hands, and then pushed her over onto her side, knocking her off balance. She laughed and patted the bed for me to join her.
“Uggghhh,” Aly stood up from the floor and scurried for the bathroom, her knees together, while Alex panted on the floor between the beds. “You guys have got to fucking see this,” Aly said entering the bathroom and flipping of the light.
Margot and I both peered into the bathroom where Aly looked like she been sitting in a bathtub of jizz. She just stood there on a towel, somewhere between admiring it and getting in the tub to wash it off. Cum ran from her pouting pussy, down her legs, and fell into a milky puddle on the towel below her.
“I’m just going to bathe you again,” Alex yelled to her from the floor.
“Holy fuck!” Margot said, then sat up in bed to try and get a peek at Alex on the floor, but he was hidden between the beds.
“So much fucking nut!” Aly said to herself and took a handful of the viscous fluid and licked it from her palm.
I turned back to Margot, who was still watching Aly—After a moment, she turned her attention back to me, and I couldn’t help wondering if Margot wasn’t wishing she’d drawn Alex in this little game we had discovered.
“Come here,” Margot whispered, getting onto her back and spreading her legs for me to slip inside them. I got between her legs and fell into her (without inserting my penis). I used one hand to get the blanket up over us, and then just lay there on top of her where our body heat warmed each other, and made me lust for her like never before.
We began to kiss again, slowly, nibbling and gently sucking each other’s lips—I breathed my hot breath against her neck and she lifted her chin, encouraging me. I pinched her neck with my lips, massaging her and working my way slowly down to the erect nipples poking through her bra. She reached around her back and unclasped it, freeing them for me for the first time.
Her erect nipples were pink and rose from the center of large areolas. I flicked at them with my fingertips a couple of times, teasing her, before taking them in my pinchers and rolling them gently. She moaned. “God, that feels so good,” she said. “I need to have an orgasm in the worst way after the week I’ve had.”
I needed it, too.
“I guess we might as well have sex,” Ben said across the room, and it was the first audible word I’d heard out of them since we came inside. “We might as well,” Christine said, playfully acting like it would be a chore.
Margot grabbed my hair in both hands, but still she was gentle. “Stay with me,” she whispered.
I continued to roll her nipples gently between my fingers and slowly kissed my way down to her belly button. I licked inside it, wanting to taste every inch of her, and then moved to kiss her sides—From her ribs all the way down to the soft spots just below them, and then down to her big hips.
I bit her on a hip, and she grabbed hold of my hair even harder. I couldn’t get enough.
I took her behind her knees and pressed them back into her chest, splaying her open. As much as I wanted to bury my cock in her then and there (we were both clearly ready), I knew it would be better if we worked up to it.
I bit Margot’s ass cheeks in soft nibbles before really clenching onto her good one time. I could see that her pussy was soaking wet, and her precum was running down the crack of her ass. I just wanted to play with her all night, but the fact that the others were in the room kept me from feeling completely free to go as slow as I wanted.
Suddenly, I heard my wife yelp and then giggle, and Margot reached around my ass with her big strong legs and pulled me into her—As I fell back on top of her (warm stomach against warm stomach; warm chest against soft warm tits,) my cock accidentally slid up into her warm snatch all the way—I had literally fallen into her all the way to my nuts. She squawked and I moaned, and then she giggled. “You’re kind of a big boy,” she said, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in to somehow greater depths.
I felt my cock twitch in her warmth, and my level of excitement told me that life was simply not worth living within the confines of my past traditional marriage—My wife and I had finally found our way out (if only this could last).
My penis continued to twitch as I slowly humped Margot’s pussy. Sex, in nature, is performed to impregnate—This was making love. (And it had been too long since I’d been all-consumed by the process of physically (and spiritually) making love to a beautiful woman.)
I pressed my lips against Margot’s and we made out ever-so-gently, but at times with great intensity, all the while aware of our privates trying to make a baby together (a penis and a pussy know nothing of birth control).
Each time I penetrated her, I humped her deeply for a few pumps before slowly pulling out to my knob. Then I slowly slid all the way back into her. I got into her like this for three or four minutes, before I just had to bury my cock all the way inside her (just to enjoy her warmth for a while).
She held me as tight as she could—Her legs had me pinned into her below, and her arms hugged me against her so tightly that if I were to have rolled over onto my back, she would have rolled over on top of me.
Once that thought occurred to me, that’s exactly what I did.
Now that Margot was on top of me, we ground against each other in complete unison. We kept it slow and sensual, hips thrusting against one another, until I reached back and placed the pad of my middle finger directly on her butthole.
She became an animal after that, sitting up on me and riding me like I was a bull and she didn’t dare to last eight seconds.
I slowed her down and rolled back over on top of her, and she began to massage my anus with her finger. “Do you like that?” She asked.
“It makes me crazy,” I said.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I heard my wife squeal, and Ben began to grunt and groan while their headboard rammed against the wall in repeated bangs.
Aly was again back on the floor with Alex, and she yipped as he obviously slid his girth back into her.
I lay back on top of Margot with her legs still locking me into her, her one arm still wrapped around my back, pulling me into her breasts, while with the other hand she rubbed circles around my butthole, every now and then touching or poking it to remind me of the pleasure that she controlled.
We lay there, pressed together, and I can’t recall ever being happier. “I could stay here for the rest of my life,” I said.
“Trust me,” she said. “Even without thrusting, you will eventually blow your load inside me.”
“Wouldn’t I just get soft at some point?” I asked.
“No,” Margot said, definitively. “I want you to stay buried in me just like that—No thrusting—And I am going to make you nut in me whether you like it or not.”
That sounded like heaven—I wanted this to last as long as possible.
As we lay there and the minutes turned into an hour—I could literally never get bored with this—Margot alternated between massaging my anus, tickling my back and the insides of my thighs, and squeezing my butt cheeks. (All I did was lay on top of her, penetrating her, and feeling more at home than I ever remembered feeling.)
I lost all awareness of the others in the room—They were probably all asleep by the time Margot decided to pull me over the edge with her.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” she said in a small voice that was audible just above a whisper. Her voice turned me on. I was still in the eternal naked hug, and I wanted to cum inside her pussy more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life; the build-up had been so intense.
She rubbed around on her own bottom for a moment, collecting some natural womanly lubricant, and then slowly (and without warning) slid a finger up into my ass. I jerked, and she told me to try to relax. She slid her finger into me slowly and buried it to her last knuckle.
I moaned as she located my prostate and began to massage it in circles. “Even if you didn’t want to give me your nut, you wouldn’t be able to hold back,” she said.
I felt my cock become quite stiff inside her, and it’s bulb of a knob twitched and drooled and promised to inject her with every last bit of the spunk I’d been saving for the past two days.
Before long, I felt all the blood rush to my head and I became dizzy as the warm fuzzies fluttered up within me, warning me that the dam was about to bust.
“I’m going to cum,” I said quietly, matter-of-factly—The fact was, she was doing this to me, and I was powerless to control it. (I wasn’t even thrusting!)
“I promise,” Margot said. “You’ve never cum so hard in your life.”
“It’s building,” I said.
“It does that,” she replied. “That’s why it’s so great.”
“I’m almost there.” Over the past hour, my cock had gotten soft inside her and then grown to its full potential again and again. It was a truly strange experience, but even while it was soft, it still felt good to be inside her, her pussy still hugging my flaccid penis and warming it.
I was hard now—Fully erect—and I was nearly at the edge.
“I’m going to count down from ten,” Margot said. “And when I get to zero, you’re going to spill it inside me.”
I was dizzy with lust and anticipation.
“Ten,” she said. I tried to hump on her, but she kept me so locked into her that I couldn’t pull out far enough.
“Nine.” My cock was growing harder by the second.
“Eight.” What would this be like?
“Seven.” She put a little more pressure against my prostate now with her fingertip, and began to rub slow circles around on it.
“Six.” The word sounded like sex in her mouth.
“Five.” I locked the five fingers of my right hand into the five fingers of her left hand and pushed it up to the headboard. The pit of her underarm even smelled like sex as I lay buried inside her.
“Four.” I kissed the insides of her arm that I held pinned to the pillow above her head.
“Three.”
“Oh, God,” I said. She had begun to put even more pressure on my prostate, tapping it now, working her finger around on it to the point where I could literally feel my cock drooling precum inside her.
“Two.” Maybe we would have twins.
“One.” She pressed against my prostate and performed a little finger wiggle she hadn’t done yet—I went literally dizzy as my nut built from my root all the way up to my crown, and I knew I was going to spill over.
“Zero!” She squealed, and her pussy began to convulse with her own orgasm, milking me, juicing me out (My own orgasm climbed and climbed until I spurted long and hard, intense heaving contractions pumping loads of my semen deep into her womb).
I reached back with my own thumb and placed it on Margot’s butthole to enjoy her own climactic convulsions as her soft brown spot winked against my thumb until it pulled me inside—I hadn’t meant to penetrate her ass with my thumb—Her ass had simply accepted it and took me all the way in.
My cock in her pussy, and my thumb in her ass, the fountain of my erupting orgasm filled Margot to the brim and then spilled out onto the bed beneath her.
We moaned in unison, the bed squeaking and squawking as we enjoyed each other at our best, hugging and clenching, milking and humping, having each other to the fullest extent while the others slept (or at least pretended to sleep).
I awoke the next morning before the others, physically and spiritually satisfied, and lifted the towel on the bed to admire the huge puddle of spunk that had run from between Margot’s legs just a few short hours before.
Ben was asleep in bed with Christine, and Aly was asleep in bed with Alex, when I decided to meander down to the lobby for a hot cup of coffee.
At the door, I took one look back at Margot’s big naked bottom there on the bed, on top of the blankets, her legs spread apart just enough for me to make out the tight warm spot where I had fallen into her just a few hours before.
I paused at the door. I was satisfied—That was true—but the blood rushed to my head again, and I knew I was powerless against the feeling.
I peeled off my clothes there at the door, climbed back into bed, straddling Margot’s ass, and there I mounted her, slipping my cock back inside her still-wet pussy (this woman must be wet all the time!) She moaned a bit, and though she didn’t wake fully, her ass bucked against my cock just enough to let me know she approved.
With my morning wood, I fucked her pussy on my own terms now (I truly plowed her this time like I had always wanted to), and when her pussy again started clenching on me, I placed my thumb (again) against her butthole and felt it wink until we had both finished nutting all over each other again.
I slid my cock out of her and the cool air of the room made me want nothing more than to slide it back into her and go to sleep just like that for a few more hours.
But if I did that, I’d never want to leave.
I decided to go get that cup of coffee, putting my clothes back on there at the door.
I rode the elevator down to the lobby, my cock sopping wet inside my underwear, knowing it would be smelling like Margot’s ass for a good long time.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zxnn0g/the_new_years_eve_party_part_2_of_2christmas
Incredible
Wow. I mean wow! 💦🍆