“We’ve been thinking about you this week, ever since Tuesday,” I tell her.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she replies, a little shakily. “Both of you. I thought you were just just being wild and adventurous, though, like on a dare.”
“You looked at Taylor and said you wished you had a boyfriend like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she tries to sound contrite, but she’s staring directly at Taylor’s cock. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble. But you two seemed so free and.. and bold, I guess. And he’s beautiful!” her voice drops to a mumble.
“How old are you, Megan?” Taylor breaks in. “We don’t want to cause any trouble either, and we don’t want to get you into any trouble.”
“I’m eighteen right now, I’ll be nineteen this fall,” she answers hesitatingly.
“We were wondering if you might want to hang out with us,” I suggest.
“Um, I’m still at work, I get off at ten, is that too late?”
“No way!” I answer. “We’ll be here. You won’t mind if we put on a little show for you, do you?”
“Hell, no! You two are getting me too worked up. I could stay here all night, but I can’t be late for my next run.”
I find a pad and a pen, and write down my phone number. “Call me anytime. I’d love it if you stopped by after work. We’ll make it worth your while.”
“You already have,” she laughs.
The pizza’s not all that great, honestly. We only ordered it to get a chance to talk to Megan. But we ARE hungry, after all, and we eat it enthusiastically. Some of our freshness has worn off, and of course we now have pizza breath, so we brush our teeth and take another shower. We still won’t be totally fresh, because it’s impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. I don’t want to work up too much of a sweat, and I don’t want Taylor to be jizz-depleted when she returns – I really hope she returns. Taylor lays me back on the couch and leans his face into the moist gap between my thighs. He works slowly, methodically, with just the lightest touch, the gentlest kisses, soft nibbles on my clit, titillating tugs on my inner labia with his lips and teeth. My orgasms are inevitable, but they reflect the stimulation. They’re gentle, moaning and mewing rather than explosively intense, relaxing and even refreshing, and no excessive perspiration is involved.
I endure two of these orgasms, but I don’t do well at restraint. I need Taylor to fuck me, but I need him to take it slow so he doesn’t cum, and so we stay fresh. I sit him on the couch, and straddle him, controlling the pace and the intensity, keeping Taylor hard and me wet, with lots of shared kisses, caresses, and embraces to keep us going. Taylor is a master of control, and I have no fear of him cumming at the wrong time. I’m not so disciplined, and I manage a couple more small orgasms while we play. Neither one of us is considering that a problem.
About 10:15 the phone rings. Now I’m going to have Megan’s number to save.
“Is it too late?” Her voice sounds a little uncertain. “Do you still want me to come over?”
“Yeah, it’s too late,” I snicker. “It’s too late for you to change your mind, and it’s too late for you to back out. You get your beautiful ass over here as fast as you can! And oh, by the way – the door’s unlocked. If the house is rockin’, don’t bother knockin’. Just step right in, and let the fun begin! Seriously, don’t knock. Just walk in. We’ll be easy to find.”
I hear a muted giggle. “Ok, Tethys, I’ll see you soon.”
I mount Taylor once more. The couch is facing the entryway, and so am I as I slide gently up and down over his lap, his fingers gently squeezing my tits. I’m as wet as I’ve ever been, and that’s very wet. I don’t know how long Megan’s going to be, but I feel like I can do this all night. I’m not fucking Taylor hard enough to make either of us breathless, it’s more like a relaxing massage of the inside of my pussy, sending mellow, delightful jolts of pleasure all the way up my spine and into the back of my eyeballs. I try to keep my eyes open when I fuck, I love the visual as much as the sensual, but it’s difficult to do that now, when my eyes want to continually roll back into my skull.
I do get up once, very briefly, to grab some water for Taylor and I from the refrigerator. Our endurance may be fantastic, but hydration doesn’t last forever. I’d rather our bladders be the limiting factor than dryness. As it turns out, that’s not even tested. It’s probably no more than fifteen minutes, and I’m leaning back against Taylor’s chest, my nipples squeezed, my pussy open in front and oozing copiously, a long ecstatic moan escaping my lips, and my eyes closed involuntarily at this drawn out repeated orgasmic spasm. When they open again, I see Megan standing in front of us, her mouth open, looking so adorable in her pizza delivery outfit. Immediately I’m hit with an even bigger, stronger orgasm, and I thrust my cunt forward onto Taylor’s thickly coated shaft, trying to impale myself even deeper on his manly magnificence.
“Wow!” Megan breathes, and at that moment Taylor says “Uuuugh!” and I feel the hot jets flooding inside me.
“Hi, Megan” we both gasp simultaneously, and equally weakly. “Sit down and make yourself…” I end with “comfortable”, and Taylor says “at home,” but with our perfect timing it sounds like harmony. Megan plops down in a big soft leather chair directly across from us, a good spot.
“You guys have no shame, do you?” She smiles as she says it.
“Not much,” I agree, and lean my head back to nuzzle and kiss Taylor’s cheek. His cock is slowly softening, but it’s still swollen enough to stay lodged inside me, and I want to keep it there as long as possible. I can feel the tickle of little cum droplets starting to leak out. If he wasn’t in there I could hold it all in, but his cock opens a pathway to the outside world.
“We were hoping you’d enjoy it,” I add, thinking that I was pretty sure she would from her earlier reaction.
“It looks nice,” she nods.” You guys are so bold and confident, I’m just a little bit jealous.”
“It comes with experience, Sweetheart,” I say, and then catch myself in a sudden moment of fright. “Oh my God, am I saying that I’m old? Was I getting ready to give her the ‘when I was your age’ treatment? Of all the new experiences that I’ve encountered lately, this was one I didn’t expect!”
Taylor intuitively feels my discomfort, and instinctively reacts. The erection droops, and his cock flops out of my cunt, with a couple of big glops accompanying it. I collect what I can on my fingertips, and lift it to my lips. It’s as much habit as performance, but I rarely leave Taylor’s cum untasted. I simply love it. Especially when it’s mixed with mine. Megan is wide-eyed.
Now that I’m no longer impaled on a massive penis, I have the presence of mind to remember my manners. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have water, tea, and soda. No alcohol in the house at the moment, I’m afraid. I hope we can help calm you down some other way.”
“I’m calm,” she assures us. “Water is fine. I’m a little surprised you can be that brave without alcohol for courage, but I guess it comes with experience!”