November 4, 2007
Keep eyes on his shaft
“Don’t you ever quit?” she laughed, a reference to my earlier
question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working
her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.
“I like your mousetrap,” I said, pushing the tip of my finger into the
recently deflowered opening. Beth laughed at my feeble attempt at humor.
She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the squeezing
with up and down movements of her hand. “I don’t ever remember him rising
so quickly again,” she whispered.
Just then Ellen came down the stairs from the loft. I turned around
just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe over her naked
body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Beth’s, but her nipples were
actually smaller.
“What the hell is going on down here?” asked Ellen.
Beth laughed. “Did we wake you?”
“All I could here was someone screaming ‘Fuck me in the ass!’ Wouldn’t
that have awakened you?” She didn’t seem mad, just interested.
“I told her to be quiet. Now I’m embarrassed,” I said.
Ellen laughed. “If you’re as good as it sounded, there’s nothing to
be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash up, though, after
something like that.”
I blushed. “You’re right, will you please excuse me.” I pried myself
away from Beth, then walked quickly past Ellen. I couldn’t help but notice
that her eyes were on my erection.
I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea what might
happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.
I dried myself by running a towel back and forth between my legs, making
sure I worked it well into my ass crevice. When I returned to the living
room, Ellen was seated on the sofa next to Beth, who was still reclining on
her side. Ellen sat in such a way that she blocked my view of Beth’s hairy
pussy, kind of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Beth’s
rib cage.
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