Story #3
Dylan applied a few more licks to my sweet spot before sauntering his way through my moistened ruffles. He drifted through them like a man enjoying a leisurely swim. He had nowhere special to be. He was just happy to be surrounded by my warm cream. He was inspired by its priceless flavor to create more.
He paddled through my wavy flesh until he fell upon my mysterious hole. He dipped his tongue inside and splattered it against my surprised walls. I jerked at the unexpected feeling. I wiggled and squirmed, not purposely. My body was doing its own thing. It was succumbing to a force. It wasn't Dylan's pussy eating but the climactic flood that it unleashed.
I screamed as the orgasmic fluids rushed through and out of me and jettisoned into Dylan's greedy mouth. Carrie Ann reappeared from the shadows and licked my dripping emissions from his face. They made out over my quivering cunt. My mind was blown and Dylan's dick had yet to even approach my snatch.
Their kiss lasted long enough for me to regain both my senses and control over my body. The way Dylan ate me out left me wondering how much more thrilling him penetrating me would be. I was soaking wet now. If ever there was a time to bust my cherry, this was it. I couldn't imagine being more ready.
“Madam,” Dylan said as he tilted his head towards Carrie Ann in gentlemanly fashion. “I believe you wanted to taste her as well.”
“Yes, darling. Thank you for warming her up for me.” She slid in between my legs and scooped my crotch to her face. She peeled back my hood leaving my precious pearl throbbing and exposed. She first tackled it with the tip of her tongue and then she whipped it. The lashes were stunning but they didn't sting. They were bold but not brutal.
Her pussy eating was everything and more than her husband's. Her tongue found crevices that he overlooked. She devoured layers that he had only grazed. He had dipped and explored with his tongue while she fucked me relentlessly with hers. She held me down and had her way with me.
While Carrie was proving she was the primary pussy eater of the household, her husband was yearning for a warm, wet hole in which to plug his petrified pecker. He had been the gentleman his wife demanded but his cock was growing impatient. The beast required soothing.
“Paris, would you like to blow me?”
“Now?” I muttered between moans.
“Well, yeah,” he answered somewhat bewildered. “I won't go deep. Just suck on the head a little bit.” Carrie Ann was too busy gorging on me to intervene. Dylan cradled my head in one hand and inserted his cock through my lips with the other. He went deeper than he promised but quickly withdrew. He knew he was in dangerous territory. Carrie Ann's oral odyssey had robbed me of my self control.
His rod was long enough that he could jerk off the shaft while poking the head in and out of my mouth. I sucked on it when I was able and swiped my tongue at it when I was not. He was starting to push more of himself in. My body buckled causing him to pull back. Something remarkable was happening in my twat. I had no idea what Carrie Ann had just done to me but I knew she used a combination of her tongue, lips, and fingers to do it.
“Oh yeah, that's it Gorgeous. Let it out. Let it all out,” she cried as I came for the third time. “It's all wet now. Are you ready for some cock?” I affirmed my readiness with a nod. She and Dylan switched places. He was eager as well, a little too eager. He had parted my legs and was about to go to town on me.
“Dylan, before you stick your cock in her, there's something should you know.” She paused. “She's a virgin.”
“Seriously?!” he exclaimed. His smile said it all. “I love a good, wet, tight pussy.” His patience had run out. Those were his last words before he sank a couple of his inches inside of me. I clutched his arms. He looked at me waiting for the approval to go a little further. I gave it to him. He pushed himself in deeper.
It hurt. It wasn't the most painful thing I'd ever experienced but it was noticeable. I gave him another nod for a couple more inches. I took a deep breath and accepted the next bit of pain that came with his deeper penetration. He withdrew slowly and then dove in again. He ventured no further than he had before. He began to gently thrust.
He went on like this for a while, only retracing his soldier's steps. It began to feel snug rather than tight. His thrusts grew longer and deeper until I felt no pain at all. There was only a slight soreness that was being systematically overtaken by pleasure. His penetration continued until he was completely up in me. He had nowhere else left to go but through me.
“Oh my God!” I belted it out.
“How does it feel?” Carrie Ann asked looking at us both.
“Good,” I shyly answered.
“It's so fucking tight and wet. Fucking amazing, baby.” He lowered his lips down to mine and they locked. We kissed passionately, like two star-crossed lovers. He lifted himself again, mounting himself on stretched out arms as if he were about to do push-ups.
“Beehive is the safe word in case I get a little out of control,” he warned. I nodded again. I had just given him the approval to go full force, to give me as much as I could take. He didn't disappoint. He didn't just thrust inside of me, he began to pound. When he hit my bottom, he held it there for a few seconds before casting the full weight of his body into me.
The pounds proved harder and faster than the thrusts. The pounds did not come alone but were accompanied by mixing and weaving motions. His cock was just not going in and out of me. When it was in me, it was everywhere inside of me. Every bit of my virgin walls had been introduced to his roving pecker.
Dylan was giving me everything I could handle and then some. I was nowhere close to saying the safe word though. This is what I wanted. I wanted to be the substitute on the desk and now I was. He was getting aggressive but not rough. He wasn't fucking the shit out of me but he was fucking me nonetheless. I dug further into his arms.
I held on tight to him. Don't say the safe word I coached myself, just don't. His aggression finally turned into roughness. Still, I did not concede. There was only one way this was going to end. After enduring several more minutes of his hard charging cock, I came. It was over. I did it. I lost my virginity to Mr. Hall.
He pulled himself out of me just as quickly as he had initially gone in. I was shocked by what happened next. Carrie Ann hauled off and slapped him across the face. He was silent. She wrestled him onto his back and got on top of him. She covered his mouth with her hand. It was a complete character change. I didn't know what to do.
“You want some more pussy, Baby?” she asked. “Well, I've got some good pussy right here. Do you want some?”
“Yes, Mam,” he murmured through her muffling hand.
“What was what?” She lifted her hand off his mouth so he could respond properly.
“Yes, Mam! You've got the best pussy, my Love. Please...may I have some?”
“Yes, you may my king.” She crouched over his groin and held his cock straight up in the air. She slowly lowered herself onto it, soaking it up inch by inch. His pole disappeared into her. She winked and smiled at me and then began rolling around on it.
“Aw yeah, Honey,” he moaned as she swirled on him. She dug her crotch into him intensely as if she was trying to scoop up his manhood with her cunt. Her motions were rhythmic and sensual. She was trying to hypnotize him as though the grip of her twat wasn't stimulating enough. Her voluptuous breasts heaved forward and her midsection rippled as she continued to rock back and forth on her man.
She sent her legs under his and leaned forward. She anchored herself on her knees. She then began to bounce her twat up and down on his stiff member. Only the first couple of bounces were nice and easy. After that, she threw herself up and down on him like a cock-starved maniac. This one scene made it clear to me that there were multiple ways to ride a dick.
Dylan grabbed a hold of Carrie Ann's waist. He matched her zealousness by jamming his rod up into her frantic flesh. They were rough with each other. He fucked her like he was trying to catapult her into the next room. She reciprocated his momentum. She rode his cock as if she was trying to dislodge it and steal it as a keepsake.
“I'm almost there, Honey,” she whined demurely. “Please don't stop!” she pleaded.
“Me too, Sweetie. Hold on, I'm gonna bring us both home.” She gripped his arms and held on as he bombarded her cunt with a litany of deep and diabolical strokes.
“I'm cumming!” she yelled. The force of the orgasm caused her to swoon backward as she released a generous dose of cream onto his stony cock. She regained control of herself and rolled her drenched twat onto him. He came seconds later. She fell onto him and they kissed. She pulled me in to participate in their oral interaction.
She peeled off of him leaving him in the middle of us. Mr. Hall pecked both of our foreheads and then fell quickly to sleep. She and I used his manly chest as a pillow. We made out over it and we talked. I had all sorts of questions about seduction and sexual techniques. She answered as many of them as she could before we both drifted off.
Some extremely pleasant activity aimed at my nipples served as my alarm clock the next morning. I opened my eyes to find that the source of the pleasant sensation was Carrie Ann's mouth. She was dragging her tongue all over my tits and beating it against my nipples. Her eyes were locked on me as she waited for my response.
She shushed me before I could utter a word. Mr. Hall was still soundly slumbering in between us. She eased her mouth towards his cock. She gestured for me to follow. She whispered her desires. Sucking good dick was essential and she was going to show me how. She instructed me to simply follow her lead. She added that waking up a man with a blow job gives him more reason to fall asleep in your bed the night before.