Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories (6 page)

“How does she taste Megan?”

I glanced up momentarily at it him and was amazed at how hot he looked with this grin on his face that suddenly turned into that of a hungry predator.

“Like a dream,” was his wife’s response, said against my pussy as her tongue continued its attack on my clit and her finger worked its way inside of me. “She’s tight too; you’re going to love it.”

I was surprised as I felt Jason slip out from behind me, leaving me leaning against the arm of the couch, so he could stand beside us. His hands worked at the button of his jeans, tugging them open to allow his dick to spring free. At nine and a half inches he was one of the largest I’d ever seen; the largest if I didn’t count porn. His hand wrapped around the base to bring the tip to my lips. “Suck.” The word wasn’t a request, it was a command. I obeyed, opening my mouth to wrap my lips around the head. As soon as I had his right hand wrapped my hair around it, pulling it tight and holding my head in place as he pushed his hips forward, his length pushing further into my mouth. He pulled his hips back before pushing forward again, the head slipping into my throat. I relaxed as much as I could, trying to use the tricks I’d read in some online articles. As his thrust became fast and deeper I gagged, trying to pull back but not getting far. His thrusts shortened enough that I didn’t choke but picked up speed. Jason was moaning, his hand in my hair tightening while his other came to rest against my throat, tilting me to just the right angle so my eyes met his.

My hips bucked even more as Megan added another finger, her mouth around my clit had grown even fiercer, the licks and little sucks morphed into rough sucks and little nips. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm and when she delivered a particularly hard nip I let go, cumming hard against her mouth and fingers. She stayed in place until my muscles relaxed and she knew I was done, rising to her knees then as her husband pulled back from my mouth.

I was tired. I’d never had more than one orgasm at a time and that had been a particularly draining one and I was laying back, eyes closed and thinking I was done and that Megan would take care of her husband and I’d go home. I was wrong; Jason grabbed my hips, flipping me over so I was on my knees as his wife moved so she was sitting on the arm of the couch in front of me, legs spread and dripping cunt in front of my mouth. As Jason positioned himself at my opening I knew what I was supposed to do but I was shy, my tongue just tentatively brushing against her clit. I was surprised to find she didn’t taste as bad as I thought she was going to: tangy but not sour. Before I could prepare myself to have another taste Jason slammed into me, causing me to go forward and press my face into his wife’s hot center. I moaned against her as I felt his girth filling me and her hands pulled my face even firmer into her. I started to suck and lick, mimicking what she had done to me. Jason set a fast and furious pace, his hand coming back to slap my left ass cheek, the pain spurring my passion even higher. His dick seemed to grow impossibly longer and harder, stretching me even further. His wife pushed me down so my tongue found her hole, pushing inside of her as one of her hands moved to rub her clit furiously. Jason’s hand landed again, harder this time and I felt as I tightened around him even more. I knew I was about to come again as his pace increased even more, growing harder. I didn’t stop my actions with Megan and I felt as her muscles began to tighten around my tongue. I worked harder, trying to push her over the edge and succeeding as her juices gushed into my mouth and she moaned her release. She released my hair once she was done and my head and shoulders dropped, resting against the couch as Jason continued to pound away. As his hand landed against my ass again, even harder than the second slap, I felt myself unwind, coming around his cock, tightening and gripping it, sending him off into his own orgasm. He pulled out, hand fisting around his cock and pumping as he sprayed his semen over my back, the hot liquid feeling like it branded me.

We were all collapsed, panting on the couch, our breath gradually slowing. After almost five minutes Megan broke the silence. “How about a shower? We can have round two in an actual bed.”

I’m not sure why, but this had us all laughing as we rose, heading back towards their room.