Taylor’s hands are not idle, his fingers continue to work her pert breasts, and those erect nipples make perfect targets for his mouth, as he pulls her down towards him. Now she’s laying on top of him, and they are again kissing deeply, she moans into his mouth.
In less than two minutes, Megan expresses a little surprise that Taylor hasn’t cum yet. “You’re still going! Fuck, I can’t believe it!” He laughs, and I laugh. We know how long he can last, but we don’t know if Megan can keep up. Women who complain that men cum too soon sometimes find themselves confused and impatient when they hook up with a man who doesn’t. Megan, though, seems to have no issues here.
Another two minutes, and Megan has experienced her first penis-induced orgasm. I’m confident it won’t be her last. Her moans increase in pitch and cadence, and suddenly she bursts out into a wailing, drawn out scream, that descends back down into guttural, incoherent grunting. It’s accompanied by another splash of fluid coating Taylor’s shaft and balls, and my chin. It drips down the inside of his ass cheeks, and what I can’t get creates a growing wet spot on the sheet.
He doesn’t miss a beat. He slows his thrusting down a little to see if she needs to take a breather, but she responds with renewed energy, slamming her crotch down on his, and bouncing upwards as if she’s on springs. Her voice is shaping a variety of sounds, but very few of them are recognizable words or phrases. When they are, it’s mostly “fuck!”, or “Oh god!”, or “Yes!”
I’m feeling wonderful about this. No, I’m not the center of attention, and nobody’s going to get sloppy seconds from my pussy, but I still feel like I’m making a major contribution to someone’s happiness. Megan has been aching to fulfill her sexual destiny, and it’s obviously been neglected for too long. But no longer.
Finally, after another three orgasms have racked Megan thoroughly, after even her youthful energy seems to be starting to fade, I feel that Taylor is reaching his explosion point. I’ve been encouraging with words and strokes between licks, and now I let Megan know that the climax is approaching.
“He’s getting ready to cum, sweetie, do you want it? Do you want his cum inside you?”
“Oh yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck yes!” she wails, and I poise myself for what will be a beautiful sight. I put my finger tips into the junction between Taylor’s inner thighs and his scrotum, just outside the point where the vas deferens passes from the scrotum through his abdominal wall, a place where I can actually feel the muscular contractions shooting sperm out from the testicles into his ejaculatory glands. It feels like high speed vibrations coming through the soft flesh, and immediately afterwards I see the twitching of his thick shaft as the sweet fluid of love surges through it. I’ll bet Megan’s never seen it from this angle. Some day I’ll want her to watch from down here as a man cums into me.
Taylor grunts, groans and sighs, Megan cries out softly, and I squeal with delight. Excess semen comes dripping down the center of his cock, into the little pocket between the two testicles, and I lick and suck it up expertly. She collapses her face onto his shoulders, panting hard, and he wraps his arms around her back and holds her tight into him. They maintain that position for a minute or two. I can see his cock softening slightly, but it doesn’t get so limp it slips out of her. Soon, he begins very slowly and gently thrusting into her once more, and her slippery cunt welcomes it. I sit beside them on the edge of the bed.
“That was beautiful,” I sigh, playing with her dark brown hair. She lifts her head, gazing at me with shining eyes. Her entire body is just as shiny with the sweat of passion.
“Beautiful, yeah,” she breathes. “It was like a religious fucking experience.” She lowers her head back into the notch of Taylor’s shoulder and takes a few more deep breaths. Taylor’s cock is still moving slowly inside her, and her hips are still riding along to accommodate it.
“Oh, fuck, I never dreamed it would be like this. Porn doesn’t do it justice. You guys are like angels or saints from fuck heaven.”
A few more breaths, and she seems to be recovering. Suddenly she sits back up, almost erect, still impaled on Taylor’s cock, which is already hardening again in response. “Am I selfish for wanting to go again? I hope I’m not hogging him too much Tethys, am I being unfair? God, I love being on top! Shit, I don’t think I ever want to do one on one sex again. I need to share this. I want to have both you guys!”
“There’s more where this came from,” I laugh. “Take all you want, but eat all you take. We have some friends who would love to meet you, and I think you’d enjoy them too!”
“Really?” her voice is excited as she begins to buck again with energy. “You have friends that do this? That’s fucking awesome!”
My heart is almost in my throat with joy. Our little tribe appears to have just gained another member. I can’t wait to introduce her to them.
Megan and Taylor do one more go-round, she has two more orgasms, and by now seems to handle them with confidence. Taylor even manages to cum once more, after which he’s exhausted. We fall into the bed, sweaty, hot, and tired, sheets soaked, hair tangled, no covers over us. Taylor and I pin Megan between us, and she giggles happily. We can clean up tomorrow. Drifting off to sleep with the smell of sex in our nostrils, and on our breath, is surprisingly refreshing. Sleep cums easy, it cums deep, and the dreams are glorious. I’m sure it applies to Megan as well as me, but it always bears repeating. I’m a lucky girl.