[Locked] :The H- Adventures of Fakku's Sexually Active: [Up'd 5/8!]

My head was swimming as I led him into my room. "I apologize for the mess.." I whispered shakily. I had attempted to make the place decent for his arrival, but as our gazes met, I realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of me the entire time. He smiled, pulling me against him. "I've seen worse." he whispered, as he curled his index finger under my chin, bringing my lips to his in a tender kiss.

We had already been together for the better part of a year, and I could stand the anticipation no longer. I knew in my heart that I had waited for the right person, and here he was.. In the flesh.. and for good.

I withdrew from him, and sat down on the bed. I began to undress, our eyes locked. "Do.. do you want my panties.. on?" I asked meekly, my cheeks burning. Without acknowledging my question he slid onto the bed next to me.

"We don't have to do this now, you know." he said, his index finger tracing the visible shape of my maidenhood. I bit my lip, shivering as I felt a wave of dizzying heat fill my belly. "Please.." was all I could muster before he was upon me.

I relaxed beneath him, my arms winding around his neck. I felt his hands gently take hold of my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I parted my thighs, kicking my undergarments away absentmindedly.

He gently took hold of my legs, wrapping them around his waist before he eased the tip of his shaft inside my soaked entrance. He gasped, biting his lip as his gaze once more met mine. I knew he was anticipating me to express discomfort, but I had managed to puncture my own hymen through repetitive and rigorous masturbation. I smiled reassuringly, lifting my hips to meet his.

I felt his arms wind around me, holding me against him as he slowly began to rock his hips. I gasped, nuzzling into his neck to muffle myself. I heard him softly chuckle, his pace quickening. It was an entirely different sensation than I was accustomed to, the delightful warmth and pressure of his form against mine, the unfamiliar and delicious feeling of being entered by a device of flesh, organic and alien.

All I could see was him. All I could feel was him. His scent. His heat. His breath. His weight. His voice. I was full of him. For the first time. The mere implications of it.. the man I chose, joined with me in the most intimate of ways, in the bedroom I grew up in.

I couldn't contain myself as my hips began to move of their own accord, heeding a rhythm I only knew by instinct. I rocked against him, my legs clasping tighter around him, coaxing him to the deepest reaches of me.

I bit into his shoulder, stifling my sounds of pleasure as our bodies met, over and over again. I could feel his muscles begin to twitch, his body tensing. "I'm.. I'm going to cum, baby..." he gasped, his hips slamming against mine with near concussive force.

I wanted him to fill me. To truly mark me as his own.

I clasped him even tighter, clenching my muscles around him. I rocked against him, coaxing out his seed. He gazed down at me, wide-eyed. "Are you sure..?" he asked cautiously, his voice wavering with the approach of his climax. "It's you... of course I'm sure." I replied, arching my back as I felt his nectar pour into me, coating my innermost walls.

He collapsed against me, never having broken our embrace. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes as I pressed my lips against his.

"Now... I'm yours forever."

I gently rest my head on his chest, my eyes closing for a moment as I breathe him in. His eyes meet mine for a moment, and he gives me a smile before returning his attention to the DS in his hands. As is normal for me, my eyes begin to wander down the length of his body, coming to rest on the docile bulge in his shorts. My fingers instantly find their way to the mound, and I gently cup him. I circle my thumb around his shaft while my ring, pinkie, and index fingers begin to knead his balls.

My eyes quickly scan his expression for any lack of approval, and joyously resume my stroking. I smile to myself as I begin to feel him stir from my touch. I squeeze, knead, and stroke until his shaft is at full attention, protruding challengingly.

I glance back at him for a moment, silently asking for permission to play with him as I please. He smiles obligingly, as he pushes his shorts down around his knees. Lately I've noticed that the mere sight of his cock - fully erect and fully exposed- seems to elicit a very violent reaction within my panties. I gasp, my fingers coiling around the base as I eagerly begin to play with what I fondly call "my favorite toy".

I can't seem to help myself, and I soon want to be closer to it. I re-situate myself further down on the bed, his cock now only a few precious inches from my face. He's unwashed, but not filthy... the smell of his sweat and musk filling my senses. It's a hot and heady scent, that never fails to leave me with a furious aching. I can no longer restrain myself.

I push forward, my breasts pressing into his thigh as I lick the tip. I smirk to myself when I hear him gasp, his hips shifting slightly. He tastes just like he smells, and I soon find my lips parting to welcome him into my mouth. My tongue explores his exposed flesh, and I imagine his shaft is my lollipop, scouring and stroking every inch as I savor him.

With each passing second the heat between my thighs intensifies, and I soon begin to ache. He notices my restlessness and shoves my hands away, wrapping his arms around me as he places a gentle kiss on my neck. "Get on all fours, baby." he purrs, and It is all I can do not to leave the pillows and blankets in shreds as I scramble to assume the position.

I create a rise of pillows, and rest my hips on it, elevating and angling myself perfectly for him. I hold my breath anxiously, and am soon rewarded. His hands gently take hold of my hips, and slowly eases his length into my drenched, aching cunt. I gasp in delight as I feel myself begin to stretch, the soreness only adding to my pleasure. I slowly begin to buck, my hips keeping time with his. I relish his girth as it begins to stroke the deepest reaches of my womanhood.

I begin to cry out, my hips rocking entirely of their own accord. He snickers softly, whispering "If you're going to do that, at least close the window... It's morning, and someone could hear.." I begin to turn the mechanism but find my attempts thwarted by the sheer impact of his hips as they slam against my ass. Eventually I succeed, and promptly begin to punish his sly behavior by rolling my hips, forcing his shaft to grind around within me.

He answers my challenge by leaning forward, pressing his form flush against mine. I grab fist-fulls of the sheets as I feel his shaft begin to massage my G-Spot. I can barely contain myself as I begin to feel the approach of my climax. "Don't stop, please... You're.." I trail off, the sensations halting my speech. "I'm... what, baby?" he asks innocently, his rhythm unflagging as I attempt to regain enough composure to answer. "You're.. right... on it.." I squeak. He snickers in sadistic amusement, and begins to pick up his pace.

I cry and claw the sheets, my every thought consumed by the growing need for release. I soon feel his shaft begin to throb and convulse, and I respond by clenching around him, as if to coax out his seed. "Baby.. I'm coming!" he groans. I am soon filled to the brim with his hot, sticky cum. At this point I'm shaking, on the very verge of climax. He wastes no time, immediately sliding three of his extremely talented fingers into my soaked pussy. I squirm and whimper, rocking my hips against his palm until
I too, collapse in satisfaction.

He winds his arms around me, holding me close as he presses his lips against mine. I run my fingers through his long, silky hair and whisper "I love you... so very much."

"I love you too, baby."

"Spread your legs, baby." he said with a smirk, as he held the remote-controlled device that I had bought for myself with a Christmas gift card. It was a purple silicone butterfly, a wearable hands-free clitoral stimulator. As he yanked my panties down, I couldn't help but blush.. hiding my face and clamping my thighs together in embarrassment.

He growled, clearly displeased with my actions. He slid his hands between my thighs, forcefully prying them apart as he pressed the vibrating tail against my clitoris, winding the various harness straps around my waist and thighs respectively. He then pushed me against the bedroom wall, taking hold of the remote as he immediately turned the dial to its maximum setting, the dormant device springing to sudden and violent life.

I cried out, the intense vibrations catching me unawares. I could tell by the pleased smirk on his face that my reaction was a favorable one. "This is going to be such a wonderful torture device.." he whispered, his thumb rolling the dial downwards, the vibrations lessening. He placed the controller on my hip, sliding into bed next to me. "I'm going to tease you until you're begging, kitten." he purred.

And tease me he did... in one simple flick of his thumb he'd have me curled up, my face pressed into the pillow as I squirmed and whimpered, the vibrations humming just long enough to have me aching, but never long enough for me to get any closer to my release.

For what felt like hours he taunted me, alternating between long stretches of moderate intensity, short bursts of high intensity, or a quick turn through the entire spectrum. I stared into his eyes pleadingly, the aching heat between my thighs unbearable. "Please.. please, just fuck me!" I cried, my hips rocking as he teased me for the last time. "Awww.. you look so cute when you're desperate for my cock, babygirl... I just can't say no."

I was euphoric, my fingernails clawing at blankets and pillows as I scrambled to my knees. I arced my hips upwards, my thighs spread as I braced myself.

I gasped as he entered me. It had been so long.. he felt larger than I remembered. I felt the familiar sting as my insides stretched to accommodate his girth. My hips bucked instinctively, effectively forcing his entire length into my depths, to the very last inch. I bit my lip as we moved in unison. steadily gaining a rhythm.

I felt him press his form flush against mine, bracing his palms on the bed to either side of me. I could feel him everywhere, his body claiming mine, our pace momentarily abated -- tender and deliberate-- so as to fully indulge in the sensation of the other's body. I could scarcely breathe, overwhelmed by it all.

I felt the tenderness give way to urgency, our hips rocking with increased fervor as both of our climaxes began to draw near. I couldn't take it anymore, my nails digging into the mattress as I began to buck my hips faster. "Easy, baby... just let me fuck you." he purred coaxingly. It's rare to hear him say such lewd things during sex.. choosing to express his pleasure by groaning or gasping. "S.. say that again!" I begged, bracing myself against his hips in compliance to his request.

"Mmm.. let me fuck you, baby!" he growled, his grip on me tightening as he began to slam his hips against my ass, his shaft filling me entirely, over and over again. I couldn't hold it any longer, I felt my voice strain itself as I reached my climax, my insides clenching around him like a vice. I smiled to myself as I felt him withdraw -- with barely a second to spare -- and douse my backside in his seed.

We collapsed into each other's arms, neither of us could find the breath to speak.
Words would have proven unnecessary anyways.

So, this is kind of a personal entry. It happened a few minutes ago. [size=8]I can't feel my legs. All my muscles are like Jelly.[/h]

So, I've been wanting it a bit more ferociously than normal these past couple of days, and James is kind of "shy" about sex, so this is where I found myself today at ~6pm.

Here I am, curled up on my bed with my boyfriend, my fingers wrapped around his shaft as I gaze pleadingly into his eyes. I've probably asked for it about 50 times at this point, and the inside of my panties has become quite slick indeed. I bite my lip, my fingers clenching him as I begin to gain pace.

Finally, all my urging has paid off and he wordlessly covers my mouth with his, his fingers gripping my shoulders and forcing me onto my back.

I am ever compliant, and my legs part willingly. I close my eyes, barely able to contain my joy, as he enters me. Although I am nearly sodden by now, his girth is too much for me, and I distend.

That first blissful moment always awakens something inside me.. My right arm coils around his body, gently caressing the back of his head while my legs coil around his waist. His mouth hovers centimeters above my own, our eyes locked. I can't resist, pulling him tightly against me as his thrusts decelerate, but gain force.

I can feel him brush the deepest part of me, and my willpower evaporates. I can no longer contain my voice, nor my greedy hips.

I catch him smirking, as he proceeds to throw a pillow onto my face and chide me for being too loud. [I think to myself "Then stop thrusting!", but he is cruel and loves to withhold, so I hold my tongue.] \

His pace briefly accelerates and I, apparently too overzealously, respond. He abruptly stops, and turns on the light so I can see all of his face.

He has a wicked smile as he leans forward, and grips my hips. "No no no, baby. Let me guide you." he purrs, as he -- very abruptly -- pulls me back onto his lap, filling me entirely and immediately. In the very same moment he was on top of me, his tongue invading my mouth in much the same fashion as his shaft wasscouring my depths.

I was overwhelmed as I held him to me, lost in an ecstasy that was farmore than physical. I gripped him tightly as he spasmed, filling me with his seed. He sighs, as he presses his lips against mine, giving my lower lip a slight nibble before withdrawing from me.


[size=9]Afterwards, he digit-reamed me into submission.

So now I'm on cloud 9 and I can't feel my legs.[/h]

I was finally here. For some reason, it was as though I could breathe a little easier now... maybe it was the crisp northern air, or the glimmering lights that decorated everything in the December season, or perhaps it was just the simple fact that I was far from home, but I felt rejuvenated. As I stripped away my clothing in front of the large bathroom mirror, I smiled at the sight of my own skin. It wasn't often that I could appreciate myself in this way. Often, I was too distracted by my own insecurities to admire the woman I had become, but today I saw myself as my lover saw me - my quirky smile, the map of stars freckled across my cheeks, and the voluptuous curves that declared my womanhood for me as sensually wrapped up in my blanket of fair skin as any present could be.

"Not bad." I giggled to myself, doing a few turns in the mirror before I realised that I'd forgotten my towel. Since the house was pretty much unoccupied, I didn't bother to clothe myself as I headed down the hallway. I had only just opened the closet door when I heard a gasp behind me. Andrew, my boyfriend of over two years, was standing on the staircase bound up in a heavy coat and a smirk. "I forgot something!" I said with a squeak of embarrassment, fumbling to cover myself as quickly as possible. I knew that expression! I was definitely not safe right now.

He rushed up the staircase before another word could be said in my defense, and I knew what to do then - run! Laughter bubbled up inside of me as our footsteps grew louder, and I clenched tighter to the towel that was not-so-slowly slipping down. I didn't even make it to the end of the hall before he caught me in his cold arms, and I shivered just slightly as his fingertips traced the back of my hands - pleading me, quietly, to let go of the evil that hid my nakedness from him. "You came in from outside?" I asked, but the only reply was his hot mouth spreading kisses down my neck. My weak spot. I closed my eyes, giving in to the tingling sensation of pleasure that was soon followed by the sharp sensation of my flesh between his teeth - a quick nibble, the pain sucked away as soon as it had come and replaced by the taunting warmth of his tounge. "Nn~" I wimpered weakly, dropping the towel in surrender. He moved his hands down to cup my breasts, his icy fingertips not hesitating to flick and taunt my nipples that had gone raw with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered in my ear, pressing himself hard against my backside as though to show proof of his affections. One of his hands strayed from my ample bosom, trailing the nail of his index finger down the path past my belly button. I shuddered slightly, letting out a little gasp of laughter only until he slid that same index finger between the folds of my wetness. He purred in delight, taunting me for my condition... and to this cruel inquiry, I merely moved my head to reach his lips. He pressed in deeper, clutching my mound in the entirety of his hand, and I grinded against him shamefully overcome now by my own desires.

As our lips parted, I felt the urge to tell my love for him. A warmth was growing in my chest. My happiness threatened to overflow from every part of me, but I restrained it... I restrained myself. As my lover pushed me gently against the door, I closed my eyes in anticipation. With his hands now positioned on my hips, he slid inside pushing into the deepest parts of me. Andrew's sweet gasp guided me into an oblivion of sheer pleasure where there was nothing but our bodies. His fingers dug deeper into my skin as his pace quickened, pushing against me, thrusting himself harder into me with a chorus of sighs and moans accompanying us. I squeezed tightly around his cock wanting to feel every inch of his thickness. "Here it comes." He said roughly, moving to hold me fully against himself as the heat of his seed filled me entirely. Panting tiredly, he continued to embrace me as we both struggled to catch our breath. "I love you, I love you..." He whispered repeatedly, spreading kisses down my spine.

"I love you too."

It was a Friday or Saturday night, I know because I was out playing my saxophone in one of the clubs.

Thomas had been staying with me in my house. He was a student, and he was waiting for the semester to start so he could move into his dormitory. He slept on a fold-out couch in the living room, one of those couches that becomes a bed.

I unlocked the door and let myself in. The living room was dark. It was late, after midnight, so I was sure Thomas was asleep.

By moonlight, I could see that he wasn't alone. A blonde head was on the second pillow. I made my way on tiptoe through the room.

But a woman's voice called out to me. "David?"

I recognized the voice...it was Thomas's girlfriend, Sarah.

"Come here for a minute," she said, "we were just talking about you."

I went and sat on the edge of the bed. Sarah was next to me, and Thomas was on the other side.

We talked for a few minutes, and before long the truth came out. Sarah was not having orgasms with Thomas. She didn't mind, but Thomas felt inadequate...he felt that he was not a good lover.

I remember he said, "As a stud, I'm a dud." He made it a little poem.

Thomas got quiet, but it was clear that the two of them had something in mind. He made her say it: "Thomas and I think you should show us what to do."

Thomas was a very passive fellow. In our friendship, he always waited for me to take the lead. He followed. I know that he looked up to me, admired me.

He was shorter than I am, but he had a body-builder's physique: strong arms and legs, a broad chest, well-developed muscles, a pretty face...I thought any girl would be glad to have him. But he was having his troubles with Sarah.

I had a hunch that in this situation he would want to be told what to do. So -- maybe because I had had a couple beers at the club -- I made a plan to help them with their problem.

I told him: "Kiss Sarah, Thomas. Give her a good kiss."

The two of them were still in bed, next to each other, with a sheet covering their bodies. Sarah turned to him and they kissed...a short, shy peck on the lips.

"That's not a kiss!" I said. "You've got to kiss the girl!"

They tried again, but they were both self-conscious, and they weren't kissing with any passion.

"No, no!" I cried. "You've got to kiss her like you mean it. Like this..." I leaned down and kissed Sarah for the first time: a long, hard, full-bodied, urgent, open-mouthed, passionate kiss. I explored her mouth with my tongue. I slid my wet lips against hers. I heard her make a little moan and felt her body squirm a bit under the sheet.

Finally I came up for air. "Like that, Thomas," I said. "Kiss her like that."

Sarah turned to Thomas, put her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her for a long, passionate kiss.

I watched them. It was an erotic sight to me, to see the two of them kissing so hard, so lovingly, with such passion, and knowing that they were kissing because I had told them to. My cock hardened and twitched in my pants. It seemed to me in that moment that they would do whatever I told them to do.

After a long while they stopped kissing. They were both panting, breathing hard. They looked at me expectantly. They were waiting for me to tell them what to do next.

"Is that all?" I asked Thomas softly.

"All?" he repeated.

"Sarah is your girlfriend. You're in bed together. You're allowed to touch the girl, Thomas," I said.

I leaned down and began kissing Sarah again. We kissed and kissed. And as we did, I tugged the sheet down off her large, soft breasts. She had very white skin, I remember, and pink nipples, not brown.

I began to caress her breast, to brush my fingers against her nipple, to make it rise, make it sensitive to my touch.

She moaned into my mouth and began kissing me harder.

I pulled my mouth away. "Kiss your boyfriend," I said.

She was still lying on her back. She turned her head to Thomas and they began kissing. I still caressed her breast.

After a moment I reached down and grabbed Thomas's wrist...I lifted his hand and placed it on Sarah's other breast.

Now she was kissing her boyfriend. His hand was on one breast, squeezing, caressing, kneading. My hand was on the other, tickling, teasing, pinching, tweaking. She lay on her back, turning her head from Thomas to me, from me to Thomas, as we took turns kissing her warm, wet mouth.

Both of us continued to caress and touch and play with her breasts. We kissed this way for what seemed to be a long time.

Finally, when she turned her head to Thomas, I slid down and took her nipple between my lips. I began sucking, licking. I felt Sarah's nipple pucker and harden between my lips.

Thomas was kissing Sarah with his eyes closed...he didn't know I had moved. So I took his hand and brought it to the breast I was kissing, let him feel my lips and tongue as I licked Sarah's nipple. For a moment I was licking his fingers too, along with Sarah's nipple, as he caressed her and I licked her and I licked him....the three of us all focused on the sensations.

He moved his hand back to Sarah's other breast and resumed caressing her, spreading the wetness over her hard nipple as they kissed. I reached up to his head and pulled him down, pulled his face down to Sarah's breast, so he could take a nipple between his lips.

Now she lay on her back, my mouth at one breast, Thomas's at the other. We both licked and sucked. She felt both our mouths, one at each breast. Her nipples were hard and puckered. She moaned now and then.

I slid my hand down her body, down her warm belly, under the sheet, then to her soft, smooth thigh. I began gliding my fingers up and down her inner thigh. She spread her legs...she knew I was going to touch her.

And so I did...I brought my hand up between her legs as Thomas and I licked and sucked and kissed her breasts I slid a finger into her. Sarah's slick wet heat was ready to be penetrated. She rolled her hips up and down.

I took some of that wetness, spread it over her clit, and began caressing very lightly with a steady rhythm, side to side, letting the sensations build slowly.

Thomas's eyes were closed again. I pushed the sheet down all the way to expose Sarah's body. "Thomas, look," I said. "This is how you touch Sarah's pussy."

He was singlemindedly sucking at her nipple. He stopped for a moment, raised himself up. He looked down at my hand between Sarah's legs. Sarah raised up and looked too. They exchanged a glance as if this had been a secret wish that they had discussed, then they both sank back.

"Not so fast," I said. I reached for Thomas's wrist again, and brought his hand down between Sarah's legs. He began to caress her. I put my hand over his and guided his fingers, showed him how to thrust in and out gently, how to collect wetness for lubrication and spread it over her outer lips, how to glide his fingers over her clit. His hand was between her legs, my hand was on his. Sarah lay back and spread her legs wider.

I leaned down and kissed her as I guided Thomas's fingers. She put both her arms around my neck and pulled me tight to her. I pulled away after a long kiss.

"Have you ever looked?" I asked Thomas. "Have you watched Sarah to see what you are doing?"

He just stared at me

"Get down there," I said, and I pushed him down, down so his face was positioned between Sarah's legs as he reached up to touch her. He lay on his belly and looked...I turned on a bedside lamp so he could see better.

I took Sarah's hand in mine, glided it down her body, and placed it between her legs. She began caressing and stroking herself without hesitation. She showed us her body: how a woman is made, the parts that accept a man, the parts that convey sensation, the delicate bud of the clitoris. She showed Thomas how she could slide her fingers in and out of her pussy like a cock, giving her the sensation of being penetrated, at the same time she caressed her clit. She showed him how she bent and twisted her fingers inside her to increase her pleasure. Sarah loved playing with herself while the two of us watched her.

"Lick her fingers," I told Thomas. He raised his face and began licking Sarah's fingers as she rubbed her clit, as she stroked her pussy. His tongue wet her fingers, made them shine with slick hot wetness. He darted his tongue between her fingers to touch her sensitive flesh. I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed his face closer, made him lick harder. Sarah gave a deep sigh and began stroking her clit faster.

"Now get back up there and kiss Sarah," I said. "Let her taste her pussy juices on your lips." Thomas slid up, where Sarah met him in a passionate kiss.

I placed Thomas's hand on Sarah's breast again, then pulled her hand away from her pussy and placed it on her other breast, which she began kneading and squeezing. I turned my attention to Sarah's pussy and clit. I licked gently at first, then faster and harder, listening to Sarah's breathing, listening to the little moans and gasps she made into Thomas's mouth as he caressed her and kissed her.

Sarah's first orgasm came with my tongue on her clit, Thomas's hand on one breast, her hand on the other, and Thomas's tongue thrusting between her lips.

I raised myself up to my knees then, between Sarah's legs. I lifted her up so that only her shoulders and head were on the bed...her hips and lower back were resting on my thighs as I knelt there.

I slid my cock into her wet heat. She was so ready for me, I could feel her hot pussy clamp down around my hard cock. I held her hips in my hands and pulled her to me, then pushed her away, to me, and away...establishing a rhythm as I fucked her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist.

Thomas was trying to concentrate on kissing her but I stuck my fingers in his hair and pulled him back, pulled his face away.

"Now lick her," I said to him. "Get down there and lick her clit now."

Thomas just stared at me as he slowly figured out that he could kneel beside us, lean down, and lick Sarah's clit as I fucked her. So he did it: He knelt and began to lean down. But he was too timid. I grabbed his head and pushed it down, down between Sarah and me where my hard cock was sliding in and out of her hot, slick pussy.

His tongue came out and he began licking at Sarah's clit. He licked up and down, like an ice cream cone, twitching Sarah's clit from side to side as he knelt there.

I continued to slide in and out of her. I could feel Thomas's tongue on my cock, too. As he licked her, he was also licking me. As I fucked his girlfriend, he licked us both. He licked Sarah's wetness off my slick, hot, hard cock as I slid in and out of her.

I could feel his ear against my belly. I pushed him down harder, made him lick harder, told him to lick faster and faster. I could feel his tongue flicking against my cock.

Sarah began breathing hard. A bright red flush began spreading from her chest, up her neck, to her face. I knew that she was going to cum again, partly because of the feelings and partly because of the idea of what was happening.

I put one of Thomas's hands on her breast. I pulled her hips to me tight and began fucking her hard and fast, slamming into her hard as Thomas continued to lick her and lick her slick wetness off my hard cock. Sarah moaned and began bucking her hips, rolling my cock around inside her, bouncing Thomas's face from place to place as she came on my cock and Thomas's lips and tongue.

We all collapsed in a heap on the bed. The air smelled of sweat and sex. I was so turned on.

I crawled up and knelt next to Sarah's face.

"Come here," I said to Thomas. "Get up here and put my cock in your girlfriend's mouth."

He looked into my eyes for a moment, and I could see how turned on he was. And I could see that he also hated me a little bit in that moment. The hate turned me on somehow, and it turned him on too. It made him more male, more primeval, archetypal. He felt his hormones for a moment, and I could practically see his beard growing.

Then he reached up and took my slippery wet cock in his hand, and directed the tip toward Sarah's waiting mouth. I began sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. Thomas left his fingers around my cock for a few moments. Sarah could feel the ring of his fingers against her lips as she sucked me. I could feel the tight ring of his fist around my cock.

"Sarah," I said, "do you want Thomas to lick your clit while you suck me, or do you want him to fuck you?"

She pulled her mouth away from my cock for a moment and said, "Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, Thomas."

Thomas knelt between her thighs. I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand and guided him into her. He began sliding in and out. I could tell it turned them both on for me to touch his cock, to guide him into her.

After a moment I reached over and pulled Thomas's face down to Sarah's. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and told him to kiss her.

"Kiss Sarah," I directed Thomas. "Kiss her and taste my cock on her lips."

His hips started pumping faster as he kissed her. They began kissing passionately as he fucked her fast and hard. I pushed my hard cock between their mouths as they kissed and it became a three-way kiss...her mouth, his mouth, and my cock. Their tongues played over the length of my shaft. The tip slipped into his mouth, into hers, one after another as they both licked and sucked me. His cock grew harder inside her.

"Now your turn," I said. I traded places with Thomas. I began pounding my cock into Sarah as she rolled and thrust against me from below. Sarah took Thomas's cock between her lips and began sucking hard, making a fiery tight, wet, ring of her lips, sliding the tight ring up and down the shaft of his cock.

I began fucking her harder as I watched her suck her boyfriend's cock.

"Wait," I said, and pulled out of her. I directed Sarah to turn over, onto her hands and knees. Thomas sat in front of her, and she dropped her head into his lap and began sucking him. I positioned myself between her legs and slid my cock into her.

"Reach down and rub your clit," I told Sarah. "I want you to cum while Thomas watches me fucking you."

I began fucking Sarah harder from behind and she took Thomas's cock deep into her mouth, sliding the ring of her lips up and down his shaft. She began to glide her fingers over her clit. The moment grew more and more intense.

Thomas came first. He groaned and began shooting hot cum into Sarah's mouth. The sight of me fucking his girlfriend was too much for him, and he exploded.

The taste of jism in her mouth made Sarah's orgasm come. She sucked and licked at Thomas and rubbed her clit...and then she was crying, tears running down her face as she came so hard. Her hips jerked and bucked around my cock as I continued fucking her.

I rolled her quickly over onto her back, took my cock in my fist, and shot my hot bitter sticky load of cum all over her belly and breasts. I came and came. It was so hot to have the two of them watching me, it made my orgasm very intense.

When it was over, Sarah said she would go get a towel, but I told her there was no need. I pulled Thomas's face down, and he licked every bit of my cum off Sarah's belly and breasts, cleaned her up with his tongue.

I groaned, afraid to look at the clock.

"Sleep well, you two," I said, as I got up and found my way to my room.