Doing A Carol 29
Dear Diary.
With his glistening dick swaying in front of me and my moist mouth aching from massaging his pendulous appendage, I leant back on to the matress of love and opened my legs.
Steve bent over me and guided his cock to meet my wet pussy lips.
He gently dabbed my pussy with his cock, leaving traces of his juices around my opening before diving into me.
‘Fuck me,’ I begged, yearning for him to fill me.
I gasped as he slowly slid his cock in me. I wasn’t used to anything this size before, so I tried to relax my inner muscles to accommodate his tunneling machinery as it stretched my hole.
Deeper and deeper his excavation continued as he gently edged his way to heaven.
‘Oh yeah,’ I moaned along to his slight back a forth movements within me.
‘Are you OK?’ He asked. ‘Am I hurting you?’
‘No. Keep going.’
‘Yeah, keep going,’ Michael joined in as he zoomed in closer to film Steve’s wet cock slipping in and out of me.
I had the urge to grip on to Steve’s back with my legs and pull him in tight, but I also wanted to put on a good show for Michael too!
So for art, I had to suffer in silence and let the maestro do his filming whilst being fucked senseless by Steve.
‘Turn her over as I want to film her on all fours.’
Steve pulled out and maneuvered me to the desired position.
I’m now hunched across the bed as Steve slips in me from the back. I lift my head up and moan.
‘That’s it. Good girl,’ Michael said as he walks around us, moving in and out for the best shots. ‘Fuck her hard.’
The noise from the bedroom has increased as to where I thought I heard movement from the lounge.
Michael pops out to check.
‘It’s OK,’ he said. ‘He’s still asleep.’
Michael now stands in front of me, edging closer to capture my sex face.
I can see his bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger.
Not wanting to disappoint, I reach out and pulled his pants down with one hand. Michael gladly helped with his other hand and tossed them away.
Michael then places his phone on the side table and points it in our direction to capture our rapture.
‘That should do it,’ Micheal said as he walked over to us. ‘And now it’s my turn.’
Micheal moved closer for me to open my mouth and take his cock.
Wow!
I can’t believe that I’m being spit roasted. It feels marvellous.
Both of my holes are being pounded and I’m loving it.
‘Yeah, take it bitch,’ Michael puffs as the sounds of slapping flesh reverberated from behind to match the squeaking of the bed.
‘Oh,’ I moaned as Michael’s pre cum slowly slipped down my throat, gently preparing me for the grand finale. His hard cock fucking my face as Steve is fucking my vagina.
‘Harder. Harder,’ I begged as the three of us began our climatic elevation to ecstasy and collapse at the feet of the Gods.
I wanted to scream out loud so much as each joyful thrust felt like a bolt of lightning, coursing through our sweaty bodies, expanding our energies to become a powerful unit, where each grunt and grind would have made enough electric for the whole of Surrey.
The mixture of sweat and sex juices trickled from my pussy as both guys plundered my body and soul.
I could feel the crescendo building as Steve’s cock swelled slightly inside of me, filling the wet walls of my gushing vagina.
‘Argh,’ I yelled as I came on the sheets, followed by the mass eruption of Steve’s exlosive cock, causing a tidal wave inside my aching pussy and Michael gushing like a fireman’s hose in my mouth.
I tried to swallow Michael’s cum, but most of it spilled out of my mouth and on to my chin.
‘Yeah,’ he beamed as he continued to sefishly pump away.
‘Fuck yeah,’ I cried as Steve finally pulled out of me.
Exhausted and covered in cum, I fell on the bed, followed by the guys laying either side of me.
‘Wow. That was great,’ Steve panted.
‘Didn’t I tell you she’d be good.’
‘I am here,’ I giggled.
‘Yes you are.’ Michael kissed me on the cheek. ‘And you will be again.’
‘I can vouch for that,’ Steve held my boob. ‘Perhaps on another night when Jerry’s not about.’
‘Well I can do day times too,’ I said as Michael gently rubbed my soggy cunt.
‘And you’re going to,’ Michael whispered in my ear.
We all laid there for a few minutes like wet sardines and soaking up the after glow with us all stroking and kissing until we were disturbed by a distant murmer, ‘Carol. Is that you?’
It was Jerry.
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