Quadruplets Make Six

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I arched into him and called out his name, filling the room with my sounds as I came around his cock. He buried himself into me one last time, relinquishing himself to the passion that was overcoming him. His lips captured mine as he groaned, his cock spilling deep into my body. I could feel him pumping. I could feel his threads of cum coating my walls. I could feel the way he was squeezing my hands and the way his tongue couldn’t drink up enough of me.

I wasn’t ready for the moment to end.

I wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

He collapsed on top of me, cloaking my body with his sweating strength. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, feeling him panting into the crook of my neck. Kiss after kiss I placed against his skin, running my fingertips up and down his back.

Then he slid from between my legs and I closed my eyes as our juices dripped from my body.

Twelve

Graham

“Yeah! Woo!”

For someone who professed she didn’t know a thing about basketball, Libby sure was getting into the sport. I had courtside seats for us at a Chicago Bulls game, and every time I turned around Libby was asking me a question.

“What position is he playing again?”

“How many points is a foul shot?”

“Wait, why can’t he move once he stops?”

I enjoyed answering her questions, even though it was distracting from the game. But when someone made a three-point shot, she was up on her feet and cheering.

I was just glad she was cheering for the right team.

I flagged down a guy selling hot dogs and snagged us a couple. Libby was very dainty in her actions. Tearing pieces of the bun off before trying to delicately eat the loaded hot dog. She had a napkin in her lap and a smile on her face, and I found myself concentrating more on her than I was the game.

“Yes! Way to go!” Libby exclaimed.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Were you not watching?”

“I was too busy looking at you.”

She blushed at my words and her tainted cheeks fueled my desire for her further.

“He made a basket,” Libby said.

“Then I would suspect that’s a reason to cheer,” I said.

“Are you going to stare at me the entire game, or are you going to pay attention?” she asked.

“If I want to sit courtside and watch you watch the game, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“So demanding. Geez,” she said with a smirk.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Her eyes whipped back to me and I felt my cock stiffen. I drew in deep breaths as I tried to calm myself, but the look in Libby’s eye was far too much. We’d done this song and dance enough to know what was coming next. I took her out, we had a good time, then we ventured back to her place and I opened her eyes to the pleasures I could afford her. And I was thankful she didn’t question why we always went back to her apartment.

The last thing I needed was for her to ask to go back to my place.

Libby kept erupting with the crowd in cheers while I continued to watch her. As she caught on to how the game worked, she enjoyed it more and more. She cheered people on and clapped when they got up from being injured. Some of the players even started waving at her when they made a basket.

I didn’t like the attention they were giving her, but it added to the thrill of it all so I tried to suck it up.