“Hold on, I’ll be back,” Derek said, and walked out of the room.
“Where are you going?” I asked, suddenly nervous.
“Condoms,” he shouted back from the other room.
Ryan frowned. “What? But she’s on – ”
I put a hand to his lips and shook my head ‘no.’
His eyebrows shot up. “…you never told him?” he whispered.
“No.”
“So you guys always used a…”
“Yes,” I lied, not wanting to go into the desert mushroom-trip explanation.
Ryan suddenly broke into a grin.
“What are you so happy for?” I asked.
“I feel like I won the awesome sex lottery.”
I laughed and clapped my hand to my mouth – just as Derek walked back in the room with a string of paper condom wrappers.
“What’s so funny?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” I said.
“No, what?” Derek demanded.
“I asked if there’s only one condom, would we have to arm-wrestle for it, and she said something about dick wrestling instead,” Ryan said.
I wanted to shout
I did not!
but since I couldn’t exactly blow his cover, I slapped his chest playfully instead.
“Yeah, just so you know, we are
not
going there,” Derek said gravely.
“Awwww,” I pouted playfully.
“He and I already covered the ground rules, and that is WAY out of bounds.”
“Why don’t you show me what’s
in
bounds?” I asked coquettishly.
“I’d be happy to,” Derek said seductively, right before he leaned in and kissed me.
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Derek kissed me, his cock pressed hard against my belly – and then he pushed me back onto the bed. He stood above me, his erection jutting hard and stiff into the air, as he placed the condom on the head of his cock and slowly rolled it downwards.
Ryan was looking left out and forlorn, so I gestured to him. He sank down on the bed and began to kiss me, his left hand playing with my breast.
“Um…” Derek said.
“I want to be able to kiss and touch both of you,” I said. “Not just one at a time.”
Derek sighed. “Alright, fine. Just remember the rules, dude.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Ryan said darkly.
Derek lowered himself between my legs and began to lick his way up the inside of my thighs. I sighed and moaned as Ryan kissed me – and then he pulled away and stared into my eyes.
At just that moment, Derek reached my pussy and slowly began to lick up my lips to my clit.
One man going down on me, another staring into my eyes and caressing my face – it was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced.
Normally you don’t get to look into anybody’s eyes while that’s happening. At least not from three inches away.
True to form, though, Derek only spent a minute downstairs, and then resumed his climb up my body.
I wasn’t complaining
too
much. After all, I knew what was coming next.
He kissed my belly, my breasts, and then moved into place. I felt his large cock brush against the side of my thigh. Derek and Ryan looked at each other, and Ryan backed away – but he took my hand and began to kiss my palm.
Then Derek leaned over and began to kiss me.
I felt the head of his cock press against my lips… and then slowly ease inside me.
Jesus
Christ
it felt good.
I didn’t want to make Ryan any more jealous than he had to be, so I kept my moans subdued – but it felt wonderful. Inch by inch, Derek slowly entered me, and I felt him filling me up every step of the way.
At the same time, Ryan began to suck on my fingers – first just one, then the middle finger, too. His tongue slipped over my skin, and he drew me deep inside his mouth, letting me feel how wet and slippery and good my pussy must feel to his cock when he’d fucked me in the past.
“Oh God,” I moaned, partly just from the knowledge that Derek was inside me and I was inside Ryan at the same time.
Derek eased himself in and out, slowly moving deeper inside me, all the way up to the thick base of his shaft. I started whimpering and moaning in spite of myself as he began thrusting inside me, harder, faster, deeper. At the same time, Ryan was sucking on my fingers in the same rhythm, slippery, wet, sensual, erotic.
Derek began to slam into me, faster and faster, and I could feel my orgasm building – little throbbing contractions, building higher, bigger, faster, stronger, until I was screaming and thrashing underneath him, my eyes rolling back in my head. Suddenly he bellowed, and I could feel him contracting and spasming inside me, could feel every jet of cum as it splashed inside the condom, hot and thick. He collapsed on my body, heaving, his cock still spurting inside me every three or four seconds.
“Sorry…” he breathed out. “I haven’t come for weeks…”
He saw the alarmed look on my face, and added, “It was a solo outing. Me myself and I.”
“Oh,” I said, relieved. “I don’t mind… I mean, about how long it lasted. That was wonderful.”
He grinned. “Hold on,” he said, and gripped the base of the condom as he pulled out of me.
Unnnh.
Even him
leaving
me felt good.
When he pulled out, I was shocked to see how swollen the end of the condom was, how full of milky fluid.
“Jesus, you really
didn’t
come for a while, did you?”