Dale played with her nipples as he continued to kiss her, a pinch and tug in a rhythm that made her want to come. She whimpered and tasted Dale’s smile.
Fingers penetrated her feminine folds and began to fuck her even as she felt her clit suckled and tugged. Then those fingers found her sweet spot, and Jenny tore her mouth from Dale’s.
“Oh yes! Yes! Parker!” Her orgasm exploded. It flooded her every fiber, her every inch, sizzling each and every nerve ending with exquisite, almost painful pleasure. Wave after shivering wave of bliss stole her breath and her reason. And through it all, Parker kept his mouth on her pussy, his fingers fucking in and out of her cunt, while Dale laid kisses on her neck and tugged her nipples.
The waves of pleasure crested then faded to echoes, and Jenny shivered as Parker placed a sweet kiss above her slit. Then he left the bed, standing between her still splayed legs. She opened her eyes and watched as he reached for a condom and quickly put it in place.
“You tasted so damn good, sweet Jenny. I must have known to call you that because you sure as hell are. And you are drenched—some from me but mostly you’re sopping with your own delicious nectar.”
Jenny didn’t care that her cheeks were warm from blushing. She held out her arms, and Parker came to her. Dale moved back slightly as Parker knelt, scooped her legs over his arms, then pressed his cock into her in one slow and steady thrust.
“Oh…yeah, Parker.” I can purr! How about that? Then thinking gave way to feeling as she tried to move on Parker’s cock. She could only manage a tiny rocking of her hips in the position he had her in, but it was enough.
“Your cock feels so good inside me. Hot and hard and…I am so horny.” Jenny blinked then sighed. She’d never talked dirty before, had never wanted to. With these men, talking dirty seemed instinctual and natural.
Parker closed his eyes and gave one tiny shiver. Then he opened them again, and Jenny read the heat and the passion. “I feel like I’m home.”
He began to thrust in a slow and deep rhythm that ignited her fires anew. With her ass suspended above the bed, all of her bottom half virtually held by Parker Benedict, she found she couldn’t really move as much as she wanted to—and once his hands gripped her hips, not at all. She could only take what he gave her and could only feel what he did to her.
Dale drew closer beside her on the bed. She turned to him and realized that he had stretched out, and his cock pulsed and quivered barely an inch away from her mouth. She hadn’t had a chance to look at it, not the way she’d seen Parker’s as he’d prepared to fuck her. I am so lucky. I get not one but two really big, beautiful cocks.
As far as Jenny could tell, there was only one thing she could do. She licked her lips and opened wide and sucked that big beautiful cock inside her mouth. Ah, big, beautiful, and yummy!
Dale groaned his pleasure and gave his hips a little thrust. Parker stopped moving for just a moment. “That is so hot.”
Jenny wondered if it was her imagination telling her that Parker’s cock had just grown bigger inside her pussy.
She used her tongue to stroke Dale’s shaft even as she suckled his cockhead. The flavor of his pre-cum whet her appetite, and she closed her eyes and let herself float. Sucking and licking one lover’s cock while being fucked by the other’s just shot to the top of her “favorite things to do” list.
Her arousal spiraled up and up. The scent of sex, the masculine groans and grunts and soft reveling curses just added to the moment. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled and crackled with the promise of an oncoming climax.
Jenny loved the sensation of Dale’s cock in her mouth and loved the taste of the drops he gave her. And, oh how she loved the friction and the thrust, the heat, and the scent of sex as Parker fucked her and as she sucked Dale’s cock.
The few times she’d had sex in the past, it had all been about the destination. The goal had been to come as long and as hard, and, yes, as quickly as possible.
Right in that moment, Jenny wanted to hold off coming, simply because the journey felt so damn deep-down-to-her-toes good.
Parker’s grip on her was sure, yet she felt his trembling. She used one hand to cup Dale’s balls and felt that same trembling in him. She looked from Dale to Parker, and then she knew.