Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 10 by cvandrews,cvandrews

On the other hand, Tanya’s soft body felt so nice snuggled up against me, and I realized that contact had gotten me hard so I was poking into her, and I knew that I wanted both things — I wanted Tim’s cock inside me, but I also wanted my cock to be inside T’s wetness.

“T, honey, wouldja like to be fucked?”

What she said surprised me.

“I was wonderin’ when you were gonna ask,” said with just a little hint of aggravation.

I didn’t have to ask Tim what he’d like — his hard cock pressing against my bum pretty well explained that. And I don’t think he cared too much about the exact arrangement, just so long as his hungry cock found its way into the heat of my ass — soon.

“T, would it be OK if you roll onto your back some, and that way you and I’ll be facing each other and it’ll feel real good?”

I scooted back a bit, forcing Tim to scoot back, and that gave T room to roll over onto her back. Without my prompting, she spread her legs and — most beautifully — she opened her arms for me to fall into. Tim managed to control himself while I slid my cock, which had been hard from even before I was awake, into T’s pussy. I was delighted to discover that it was already slick with her own juice.

And as soon as I was firmly in T and we got into a gentle rocking motion I felt Tim’s weight as he got over my back and into position to … to. That dickens had already lubed himself generously — enough for both of us — so he immediately placed the greasy tip of his cock against my sleep-relaxed starfish of an anus and began pressing. Over the years we’ve discovered that this is actually the easiest way — just the slow, constant pressure, giving my ass time to adjust to the heavenly invasion.

And I have to tell you guys — if you haven’t had the sensation of having a long cock buried all the way in your ass, you really need to. The feeling is incredible. Even if you consider yourself one hundred percent straight, have you and your woman get a quality strap-on — and lots of lube — and with a little practice, the two of you will have you experiencing that incredible stretched, full feeling.

Like I am now. So full, as Tim begins to slide his entire length, pressing it all the way in, to the hilt, like I said, and then back out, almost all the way, and then pausing, and then pushing in again, and the feeling as that hard tube with the soft skin slides through your sensitive tissues, making you feel so full, then withdrawing ’til you ache with emptiness, and then mercifully filling you to completeness again.

Tim and I have done this sort of thing — what he and I are doing now, with Tanya — before, and he knows how to time his insertions and withdrawals with my motion in and out of my partner. This time it is Tanya, as I slide my morning hard-on in and out of her hot, soft, young-woman tight pussy — her cunt. And as I get myself into the right frame of mind, I can feel and enjoy both — the sweet feel of a young, soft, wet woman under me combined with the intense feel of the larger, heavier body of a man, using my ass for his pleasure — for the pleasure of his big fat dick.

And Tanya. While I am lost in this whole thing, enjoying the pleasures of Tim’s cock exploring my ass while doing my best to savor the warm, moist cunt of the young woman beneath me — and to ensure her pleasure while I’m doing it — what is Tanya doing? In addition to rocking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, she has one hand around my shoulders, clinging to me, while with her other hand she has reached up and is running her fingers through Tim’s tousled hair.

And we kiss, and she is saying things like, “So good, Chase,” and “I can’t wait to feel you squirt your cum into my kitty.” And finally, “Please … don’t ever stop fucking me, Chase.”

Words of the moment? Or maybe something else, something I’ll have to deal with later — for both our sakes.

And finally, Tim, who has been denied too long, announces, “Cummmingg!” and I feel the swellings and contractions of his cock in the tightness of my asshole, and then the warm flood of his cum, and that’s my signal to say, “T — are you ready, Hon?” and she has learned that those words mean that now is the time for her to reach her hand down and rub her clit, like she’s had to do so many years alone, by herself, but now with Tim and me.

And I am able to control myself, until I hear her little yip — “Oh!” — and I know that I have met my responsibility to this very plain-looking, beautiful girl and can now yield to my own pleasures, i.e., get my rocks off.

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We took turns washing up. Tanya started the Kenyan coffee I’d brought brewing for me, then put on a pot of water for Tim’s tea. She’d learned. She got the bacon frying — cardboard-crisp for Tim, meaty for her and me. Once we were all up and dressed, she started frying up the eggs in the pan with the bacon grease. We tried to help her. She was having none of it. She wasn’t being our cook or our servant. No, she was taking care of us.

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