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Unlike Debbie, John and I had partaken of just the right amount of liquid courage. We drank in enough to open our minds to new pleasures and enough to be free to act. And I did. I reached for John’s belt when he arose from the couch and his pants fell to the floor. When he pulled his shorts down I took him in my mouth and began to pleasure him slowly, trying to remember the images of the girls in the dirty movies I had watched with my previous lovers and the technique that the men they were consuming seemed to want. I hoped I was good. I hoped he liked it. I put my hand between his legs and reached down under his manhood, which was incredibly firm and hard, and held his balls in my hand. I already wanted him inside me, but for now he was held captive by my lips, my tongue, and my mouth. I was enjoying the moment as John pushed himself in and out. I watched his eyes and his facial expression. The slower I stroked him the more the pleasure it seemed to give him.
John got busy with the buttons on my blouse and I helped him remove my bra. His tongue felt incredible as it worked from one erect nipple to the other and then back in a slow, seemingly endless, torturous merry-go-round. My nipples are sensitive and I began to thrust my hips slightly upward and then back in a rocking motion toward him as his mouth continued to pleasure them. John reacted to my hip thrust almost immediately. I felt his fingers lifting the band on my panties and I rocked myself a bit faster up and then back down on the couch. I quivered with building passion as he reached inside. The only way a woman can react to a finger insider her is with motion. She will create motion upward toward something, away from something, or pound on something, even if it’s thin air. I was wet and I think it made his hard on even harder. I pulled gently on the skin around his cock. I had already wondered what it might feel like inside me. I knew I would no longer wonder after tonight. I ran my fingers around the engorged purple head at the end and again watched his eyes register his approval. I wanted John in me now but I instinctively knew we would take our time before arriving.
I glanced over at Debbie. She didn’t seem to be watching us as intently as before. She was concentrating on the steady driving motion of her own fingers into her vagina. She looked moist and wet and there was a small puddle on the chair between her legs. She had taken off her remaining clothing at this point and John and I followed suit. All of us were naked and somewhat aware of the fact and somewhat oblivious to it. Each was searching for their own goal and each was nearing it moment by moment. I wanted to reach for Debbie and make her part of us but I had John’s fingers inside me and they were dominating my senses. My hand was on him and working the shaft of his cock a little faster as he worked on me. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I had not been with a man much in the last few years. John was my re-entry into the male word. And he was every bit up to the task.
It was the moment and it wouldn’t wait any longer. John would enter me now and I would give myself to him, offer myself for his use, his consumption, and he would fill me and engulf me with his size. I wanted him to push it in and force it as far back as there was to go. He spread my legs with his hands and reached under me, lifting me slightly and pulling me closer. I was open and vulnerable. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to me. The tip slid in just past my outer lips and he just held it there for a moment. I twitched, shuddered, and lunged a bit upward. The waiting was both maddening and pleasurable. Each entry and pull back was a little longer, a little deeper, a little quicker.
There is that moment I remembered from previous lovers when the sensations of skin against skin overwhelm the controlling mind and the lunge occurs. It hit John like a lightning bolt and he lunged. He bucked. He reached me as deep as could be reached. And then, "I", fucked him. I mean I really fucked him. At that moment, my own lunge had occurred. I placed my hands around the cheeks of his buttocks and alternately pulled and released. I was in control for a brief moment. I pushed him into me as deep as I could and then I pulled him out until the purple bulb at the end of his cock nearly slid out of me, and then I pushed him back in, again and again and again I repeated the process until…
All my years of frustration came flowing out in a matter of moments. I had John in me as deep as he could go and instead of continuing my pushing and pulling I held him at that penetrating moment and clung to his buttocks, my hands insuring that he remained deep inside me. I held my breath for just a moment and then I exploded. My legs wrapped around the outside of John’s legs and hooked back together behind him. My hands left his buttocks and clung to his broad shoulders. My face buried in his neck and I felt my teeth clamp down and a muffled cry came from my lips. He pounded, and pounded inside me as I came and a moment later I was spent. Totally spent. Totally consumed. Totally used. Totally John’s. And it felt incredible.
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I fell back against the couch and realized Debbie had been watching my orgasm and that somehow John had lasted through my rocking, explosive eruption and had not come when I did. It was a major turn on to realize that I had found a man who could bring me to the height of my passion and still be unspent himself. How do you satisfy a man like that? John had continued to buck and groan the entire time I was exploding on him, gushing on him, and riding him into my own oblivion. But it was now his turn. He needed a release and it needed to be big.
Debbie’s eyes focused on John’s hard cock that was still slippery wet with my pussy juice. John was now on his knees on the couch above me and stroking his own cock slowly as if looking for a place to unload his seed. He stood up from the couch and moved himself directly in front of Debbie’s face, still slowly jacking off his hard rod. Watching his hand moving up and down that cock that had just been so deep inside me made me horny for sure, but I was done for already, yet I wanted to be part of his finish. Just like any conquering hero, John had laid me to waste, utterly and completely overloading my senses and rocking me with an indescribable orgasm, and was now looking for a new conquest. That conquest sat directly in front of him, fingering her pussy and gazing longingly at John’s massive dick.
I raised up from the couch and then took my place next to John, sitting upright on the floor on my knees, facing a cock that was about to explode. I put my hand around the shaft and John let his go to his side. I continued the slow jacking motion that John had been applying to his member and glanced at Debbie. With her face just inches from that cock, her fingers rocked in and out of her pussy and she came with a violent thrusting convulsion. I aimed John’s cock directly at her face and jacked off his massive load on her lips. I lapped up the jism from Debbie’s face and kissed and licked her lips, her chin and her breasts until there was no more of John to swallow, then turned my face to his spent cock and sucked his balls dry of his sweet love making nectar.
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Thanks for letting me tell the Female Version of "Work Related Fringe Benefits, Part 1"
Susan
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