Triplets Make Five

His shaft throbbed against his zipper. I heard it crying for me. I ripped my nipple out of his mouth and jumped on his fly with both hands.

I had him open in seconds, and my hand surrounded his aching cock. I bent down and teased him slightly with my tongue.

“Fuck, Gabi,” Gray growled.

I ran my tongue up his shaft and when I reached the head, I parted my lips and took him fully in my mouth. He gasped for every breath. Sucking him felt so good. I sucked him into my throat and let his shaft roll out over my lips. I combed my hair to one side so I could look up at his startled eyes.

Up and down I stroked. I swallowed him deep. Then I withdrew to the limit and locked my suction around his head. I sucked the very life out of him with my ravenous mouth. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum.

I cupped his nuts in one hand and tugged them down tight. The next minute, I licked his cock along its shaft and took it in my hand. I dove lower to suck his ball sack into my mouth. He cried out loud, but I wasn’t finished with him yet.

I couldn’t let him blow like that. I had too much to do with him first. I rose on my knees above him and extended my body toward the ceiling. He gazed up at me in astonishment.

I threw my leg over his hips. I moved my hips down slowly on top of him. I grabbed the headboard tightly as I started to roll my hips on top of his.

9

Gray

This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be sitting on my cock and smiling down on me from above. She couldn’t be gyrating her hips on my cock to make herself pant and sigh in blessed desire. Holy shit, she really was.

My whole soul screamed in torment. What was happening to me? I couldn’t stop gazing up into her deep eyes. I worshiped her. I adored her. I would do anything for her. My cock existed to satisfy her desires. I never wanted anything for myself.

She could sit and spin on my cock as long as she liked. She could come down from the clouds to kiss me when she felt like it. She could slide her hands up and down my chest. She could sink her claws into my flesh to give herself all the purchase she needed to pulverize that saturated pussy on my shaft.

A delicious aroma of pussy and perfume and her delightful sweat drifted into my nostrils. I died and went to heaven. I only pumped my cock into her when she quickened her pace enough to need it. She thumped her ass against my thighs until the impact translated all the way up her body. Her breasts swayed with her movements.

I stroked up her sides to cradle them in both hands. How could one woman be so perfect? How could every curve and mound entice me beyond words? How could she turn me on so much? She raged over me in all her amazon power. She was pure female. I was nothing but a stiff cock for her pleasure. That’s all I ever wanted to be.

She beat a faster rhythm. Bright red flushed over her cheeks. Her lips pouted open, and her tongue flashed red and moist inside her mouth. She didn’t come down to kiss me anymore. She concentrated on her work. She kicked her hips forward, and my shaft slotted into place in her deepest recesses. It fit perfectly against her cervix, and she rotated her hips to stir it around.

Then she slithered it all the way out to her entrance. She lifted off me and teased her opening with my thick head.

“Oh fuck, Gray,” she moaned.

I pressed my hips up to meet her as she slid back down on my cock. Low whimpers escaped her lips. He hands fell to my chest, and I felt her fingernails start to dig into my skin.

Fuck I loved it.

I wanted her to leave her mark on my skin.

I couldn’t touch every part of her at once. I dabbled from her breasts to her hips to her ass. I ached for her kiss. Her ass compressed my balls when I drove in hard. Every stroke sucked the cum out of my cock like never before.

She threw back her head and let loose a screaming aria of orgasmic cries to raise the roof. I couldn’t touch her. I could only lie back and stare in amazement at her sheer sexual power. I never beheld anything so erotic, so wild and unchained as that explosive climax. She climaxed every time I turned her over. Every position and every new thought sent her cascading over the edge into ecstasy.

No woman ever responded to me like she did. No woman ever took me and owned me and gloried in me the way she did. Most lay back and let me do what I wanted. No one ever met me halfway to make me cum as much as she did.

The rapturous pulses diminished, and her maniac twisting on my upturned cock slowed to gentle swaying. I couldn’t keep still anymore. No more lying on my back. No more Mister Nice Guy. She had her fun.

The animal lust burst out of me. I reared off the bed and seized her in my arms. I launched myself at her in all my raging ferocity. With one wild flip, I pinned her down on her back and leapt on top of her.

I tore my shirt off, and my bare chest touched her breasts swinging free. Her warmth swallowed me in a halo of beauty, and the fermented cocktail of monster aching need flowed out of my cock into her.

She locked her arms behind my neck and her ankles behind my back. She rocked in my driving rhythm, and her quiet noises escalated to screeching delight all over again. I pressed my forehead into her neck and closed my eyes. My body’s most primal hunger drove me onward. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to plan how to get rid of her when this was all over. I could blast my soul apart on her and collapse in fulfillment at her side.

I pumped my hard cock into her hot core

. Her juices engulfed me in torrents of steamy delight. I couldn’t imagine anything more divine than that spongy, pillowy pussy welcoming me home.