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“I-I’m not sure…” she didn’t finish her sentence, but the words, even incomplete, were the last things I wanted to hear.
Still, as I released her bra, and reached around her, under the material to hold her breasts in my hands, she gasped and arched her back, her head dropping on my shoulder as she pushed her breasts more firmly into my hands. I massaged them lightly, rubbed at the sensitive and already erect nipples, and she moaned and panted her pleasure.
Yeah, no matter what was trying to come out of her mouth, her body language was saying something completely different.
Abe pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it aside. When he brushed his hand on the back of one of mine, I dropped it. He brushed his fingers over the breast I’d freed, played with the nipple. Then he breathed deeply and he pulled back.
We’d made it to the bed, and Abe took a step away to start taking off his clothes. I turned Emma around while he was busy, taking a second chance to kiss her. She let my tongue through when I licked her lips, and I ravished her mouth. She didn’t tense up this time, falling into me and kissing me back with as much ferocity. I kept one hand playing with her breast, and I swallowed the delicious sounds she kept making. When I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gave a pinch, then a twist, she made a sound that had me pulling back again, or else I really would cream my pants. I looked up to find Abe already naked.
I grinned first at Emma, then Abe as I turned her around so she faced him again.
“Let the fun begin.”
Abe, in complete agreement with me, matched my grin and reached for Emma as I shrugged off my already open button-down shirt, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt.
Chapter Eight
Emma Emma
I ended up on all fours, with Abe behind me, thrusting into me, and Carl’s dick in my mouth.
My experience with blowjobs wasn’t exactly wide. I’d sucked off maybe three guys before, so my technique was weak, but Carl didn’t seem to care. I knew the basics, at least; keep my teeth out of the way as I wrapped my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking on his cock, taking him as far into my mouth as possible. But he was big, bigger than anyone I had ever taken into my mouth. I worried for a bit that I was going to choke, but I didn’t want to stop.
I pulled away and licked all over his cock like it was a lollipop, jacking him off slowly with my hand in between. His hand in my hair flexed just a little, and I moaned as I took him carefully back into my mouth. I was so wet, and I knew it was from them both; Abe fucking me from behind, Carl fucking my mouth. I felt so wet, slick juices trickling down my thighs.
I moaned again, louder when Abe gave a particularly hard thrust. I didn’t have Carl so far in my mouth or I really would have choked. If we had more time, I was going to get one of them to lay down for me while the other just watched, so I could learn how to do it right, take him all the way into my throat. It would be safer to practice when I wasn’t so deliciously distracted, I didn’t care who would volunteer to be my subject for experimentation.
I pulled away completely, wanting to catch my breath, stroking Carl’s cock in my hand. Abe was still fucking me, pacing his thrusts, deep and slow, then fast shallow thrusts. With me out of danger from choking, he moved from the deep slow strokes that pushed his cock so far inside me I thought I could feel him in my throat. His thrusts moved faster, not as deep, but even with the condom, the friction against my walls made electricity race through my body, under my skin.
Abe moaned from behind me; he was clearly enjoying it as much as I did.
“Fuck, Emma,” he growled in that deep voice, and I moaned at how he said my name, all rough and full of desire. I whimpered, arched my ass higher, pushing his cock in deeper as he kept the fast-paced thrusts. “You’re so hot and tight around me. Fuck.”
All I could do was moan.
I dropped my head against Carl’s thigh, still jacking him off, and he ran his hand gently through my hair. Abe’s hands slid up my sides, then one hand went back to holding me down at the hip for his thrusts, his free hand sliding around and up my chest, cupping my breast. Carl, not to be outdone, held my other breast in his palm.
They both toyed with me in their hands. Carl was rubbing at the nipple, then squeezing just this side of pain; Abe holding my nipple between thumb and forefinger and playing with it, pinching, twisting, plucking it, and all the while still thrusting fast and hard inside me.
It felt too good. Like my body was on the verge of exploding, and I wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t hurt. But I didn’t think I cared because it hurt so fucking good.
Abe released my breast as I rose again, but Carl wouldn’t. Even as I took him back in my mouth, taking as much of him as I dared; hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head up and down, stroking with my hand the inches of his cock I couldn’t fit into my mouth.
Abe had gone back to the slow, deep thrusts that pushed his cock as far inside me as he could go. I arched my back, pushing back as he thrust in, taking him as deep as possible. Then Carl held my face between his hands, one hand still holding my hair up. I pulled my hand away, guessing what was coming, whimpering, practically begging for it. I felt his thigh flex under my hand, and he was moving.
He started slow, giving me an inch of his cock and pulling back, then giving me a little more. I breathed through my nose, kept my lips tight around his girth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as he pulled back, licking at the tip when he was out of my mouth. When he moaned, I felt like I could levitate, I was so pleased.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that. You take me in so good.”
He kept up the stream of praise, and I sucked with more enthusiasm but made sure not to let it be too much. He didn’t complain once, so I was probably doing it right. On one of his passes, I carefully let him feel my teeth. He hissed, but it didn’t sound pained, just more aroused.
“Fuck, Emma,” he laughed, a little breathless, and it was cut off on a strangled moan. “You do that again and I won’t last.
I gave a pleased hum, the sound vibrating through his cock as he thrust into my mouth again, and he gave another strangled moan.
When I thought it was too much, I tapped his thigh. He didn’t try to push deeper after that, and I was grateful. I’d done the kink thing before, only once, with a guy who liked giving orders and liked blowjobs almost more than fucking. It was the experience that got me through it, Carl fucking my mouth, his thrusts increasing in strength, speed. He would slow down, and I would focus on getting in enough air through my nose, then he would be going fast and hard again.
I moaned and whimpered around his cock, spit, and precome dripping down his length, making him slick and slippery, down my chin. And I could hear him cursing from above me, speaking words I couldn’t hear, couldn’t really afford to listen to. I was so full of just the sex I didn’t think I could handle any more.
Then Carl was coming into my mouth, thick and creamy, the taste a little bitter. I could hear him curse some more, and I swallowed as he filled my mouth. His thrusts became erratic, his hand holding me a little less tightly. I brought my hand around the base of his cock, giving him harsh strokes as I sucked, just hard enough to make him feel it, taking every drop of him.
When he gave my hair a gentle yank, I got the message, peddling back the aggression, giving a few more licks to make sure he was completely clean as he lay back, spent.
Abe wasn’t ready to come yet. He was still fucking me, as Carl stroked my face, my hair, my lips, coming down from his orgasm. Abe moved fast and hard again, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know I’d get bruises from it.
He moaned, his breathing erratic, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wasn’t quite there with him, but it felt good, just having him fuck me, so I laid my head on Carl’s thigh, arching my back and raising my hips higher, making it easier for him. His thrusts became erratic, breaking out of rhythm, and he was coming inside me, the condom expanding as he filled it up, making me gasp, thinking for a second that
I might have been wrong and I was going to orgasm with him.
I didn’t, though. And I didn’t even care. Happy hormones were still swimming in my blood, and I felt good.
Already I was feeling exhausted, and I hadn’t even come, stuck between two sweaty bodies. But then one of them—I’m not sure who, they both sounded alike, especially with me in that state, too blissed out to really pay attention—spoke, and I wondered if I was really going to survive the night.
“It’s your turn to be pleasured.”
Chapter Nine
Abe
Emma was lying on the bed, Carl going down on her. He held her wide open for his mouth with his hands under her thighs, her legs thrown over his shoulders.
