6
~ Ian ~
Confession time. In all the years I’ve been on this planet, I have never, ever had a woman come to visit me in the middle of the day purely to have sex. I have also never had one woman tear me away from the company of another because she wants to jump me.
I have also never felt as wanted and desired and sexually attractive as I do at this very moment.
Lorna has always been insatiable, but this is on another level.
Her mouth is pressed against mine before I can even ask how her day is going.
Her fingers are working the buttons of my pants before I can even wrap my arms around her slender body.
Her moans of lusty anticipation are filling my ears before I can even process what’s happening to me. To her. To us.
We shed our clothes as easily as we shed our inhibitions. Within forty seconds of entering my bedroom, Lorna and I are both naked. Within sixty seconds, she’s pushing me to the bed and mounting me with a smile on her face and a serene glitter of wickedness in her eyes.
The bed rocks and creaks beneath us, squeaking a familiar tune that fills the air in a low symphony.
That sound is soon accompanied by Lorna’s enthusiastic, erotic delight.
Unless my ears are deceiving me, she’s being a little louder than usual today.
She’s never been shy about vocalizing her enjoyment, but this sounds more pronounced than normal.
Almost as if there’s a touch of performance in her lovemaking today.
And what a performance she gives. Lorna rides me with a ferocity she’s barely shown before, her hips pistoning in my lap and her warm, yearning sex enveloping my length as though she never wants to release me.
Her body arches back to push those wonderful, tantalizing breasts out, allowing me to watch them rock and shake with the momentum.
Her face is the picture of erotic ecstasy.
All I can do is clutch her sensual thighs and do my best not to erupt before she’s satisfied.
Easier said than done.
“Oh, fuck, Ian!” She tosses her head back, crying out to the ceiling. I can’t tell if she’s trying to make sure Teri hears us or if she wants to make our new roommate jealous over this arrangement. “Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop!”
She says don’t stop as if I have a say in the matter.
All I can do is lay on the bed and hold onto her creamy thighs and watch her ride me as if it’s our last day on earth.
She bounces and rocks and sways in my lap, alternating between furious, intense movements and gentle, sensual glides.
Just when I think this can’t possibly get any better, Lorna spreads her intimate lips with two delicate fingers so I can see the full, mouth-watering sight of her silky pussy swallowing my length over and over again.
Her tight entrance grips my shaft, almost clinging to it as she rises, and the sight damn near causes me to explode.
All I can do is try to focus on my breathing and hold on, dammit, as much as I can manage.
I’ve never felt so lucky in my entire life.
“You like that, Ian?” Lorna smiles at me like a queen on her throne, already knowing the answer. Only an insane person could fail to enjoy this. Her enthusiasm and passion and the feel of her incredible body giving me so much pleasure are off the freaking charts. “You like the way I’m fucking you?”
“I love it!” Just gasping out those three words takes an incredible amount of effort and concentration. The masculine side of my brain wants me to take control of Lorna and give her an equally rigorous demonstration of my prowess. But this is all about her and I’m happy to go along for the ride.
The bed shakes and rattles with more intensity than I’ve ever heard before and I have the sudden absurd urge to check beneath the mattress in case we’re damaging the frame.
We’ve made love in this bed a lot over the past few weeks, but this is something different.
This is fast, heavy, passionate, intense sex. This is what the kids call fucking.
By now, we’ve been going at it like savages for a good few minutes and I’m beginning to lose the battle.
Lorna‘s incredible, sensual, talented, lithe body rises and falls above me, her hips undulating like ocean waves. I’m moaning with arousal alongside her - masculine groans mingling with feminine cooing gasps in the air around us - and it feels like I could go insane if I try to hold on any longer.
And that’s when I notice movement off to the side.
I glance away from the wondrous vision of my young lover and suddenly realize that we’ve left the door open.
A thought flashes across my mind that Lorna must have done that on purpose.
But that’s not the only thing that surprises me.
The door to the bedroom is yawning wide open and Teri is lingering in the hallway.
Her face is flushed and her eyes are glazed and she’s watching us with curious hunger.
Lorna sees my distraction. Instead of being shocked or surprised or whatever reaction I might have expected from her, she smiles wider and moans louder.
“Fuck, you’re so good, Ian. Oh, my God! I can’t believe it. Fuck, Teri - you gotta try this!”
Even at this distance and from this angle, I can see the hungry expression deepen on Teri’s face.
I can see the lusty glaze harden over her eyes.
She places a hand on the doorframe, still watching us, displaying no discomfort or shame about being caught peeping.
And why should she? It’s her house too; we left the door open; we made it perfectly clear how our arrangement works.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Lorna grabs my hands and pulls herself into my lap as deep as she can sink, spearing the head of my swollen manhood fully inside her creamy hole.
She lets out a wordless cry of rapture and shudders above me.
I can see every beautiful, perfect detail of her orgasm.
The way her lips are half-parted and her cheeks flush and her eyelids flutter and her fingers clench and her nipples are firm pink points in the air.
I can see it all and I can feel it all; her tight sex grips me and spasms around my pulsing prick.
It’s such a wonderful feeling. A divine sensation.
And with that, I finally go crashing over the edge into sweet, reckless oblivion.
My balls empty their precious cargo, a thick, heavy spurt of sheer delight that floods her tunnel with all the power of a volcanic eruption.
My climax makes her orgasm even more intense and she lets out a shrill, wordless wail of wonder.
Her tightening womanhood causes me to cum even harder.
Our pleasure becomes the best kind of vicious cycle imaginable - each making the other climax with more intensity.
But, finally, the last of my load flows into her warm, willing body and we come back down to earth together. She looks flushed and satisfied. God only knows what I look like. I feel as though I’ve been on the wildest rollercoaster in the world.
Lorna leans forward and kisses me. Soft, slow, gentle. A kiss of thanks. Then she turns her attention to our voyeur in the doorway and says, “Did it look as good as it felt?”
“Yes.” Teri sounds husky.
“You think it’ll be weird living in a house like this?” Lorna remains in place over me, her warm sex embracing my aching rod.
“I can get used to it.”
Now Lorna extends a hand toward the door. Teri enters the room, treading on silent, bare feet. She links her hand through Lorna’s. Both women smile at one another. Both women smile down at me. I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. This can’t be my life.
“You’re going to love it here.” Lorna gives her friend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I know I do.”
Teri swoops down and places her lips on Lorna’s, sealing them together in a fierce, intense kiss.
I can tell that Lorna likes the kiss; her sex trembles against my shaft.
The girls sigh in pleasure. Teri kisses Lorna as if she had been waiting for this moment.
It’s a deep, lusty kiss, full of barely-restrained urgency.
Finally, the two pull apart. Teri is speechless. I can’t tell if it’s because she enjoyed the kiss or because she’s so caught up in this moment. Lorna gently lifts and breaks the connection between us, a thin trail of my delight rolling down her thigh.
“That was just what I needed,” she says. “Best lunch break ever.”
“You’re not… staying?” Teri’s brow creases.
“I’d love to - believe me - but I have more classes this afternoon. I just really, really needed to cum. I’ve been thinking about you two all day.”
She climbs out of the bed and gathers her clothing, completely unashamed to be naked and freshly fucked.
Both Teri and I watch her move around the room and begin to get dressed again.
I don’t even bother to pull the sheets over me.
What’s the point? Teri’s already seen more of me than almost anyone else on earth.
Lorna slides her panties back into place around the gentle curve of her ass. She smiles at us and says, “I’ll be back as soon as I can tonight. Try not to wear him out before I come home, okay?”
She winks and walks out of the room and along the hall and down the stairs.
After a moment of breathless silence, the front door clicks shut, leaving Teri and I alone together again.
I feel like I’ve been thrown around by a hurricane - snatched, fucked, and left behind - all in the space of twenty minutes.
“Woah.” Teri giggles to herself. “Some arrangement you have here.”
“I, uh, I should apologize for that. I really didn’t expect-”
“Why are you sorry? You both had fun. Besides,” she offers a sly smile, “there’s no better way to understand how you guys work than by watching it for myself. The only question is… can you go again?”
~ Teri ~