Somehow, Patti had talked me into doing it. I don't know how; her arguments were crazy and irrational. Yet the thought, the very idea was perversely exciting; exciting in a forbidden way. I think it was because she asked, because she wanted to do it, that I finally agreed. It was the new, different Patti. The sexual Patti.
After we had completed our fuck, Patti and I sat on the bed. She asked me to tell her about the rest of the women I had fucked. I read her my ad in Stud, and explained to her how you would go about placing an ad. The whole idea of sex ads turned her on in a way that I'd never seen before.
She asked me to tell her about ail of my sexual adventures; even the ones I had before I knew her. Not just the names of the women, but the intimate details. Patti wanted to know how I fucked them; how it felt; whether they enjoyed it; whether they had an orgasm or not. She even asked me to tell her what color cunt hair they had.
All the while I talked, she sat there on the bed, with her legs crossed, absolutely naked, and she was masturbating herself slowly with two fingers. With her other hand she was caressing my cock until she had reawakened my erection. I talked and she jerked both of us off.
We were talking about Kenneth Hill again, when she brought the subject up.
"Are you sure he didn't touch you?" Patti asked.
"No," I told her.
Her fingers worked in her crotch, and I heard the wet smacking noise of her cunt.
"Did you touch… him?" she asked.
"No. Of course not," I said. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know," she said. She seemed distracted, yet her fingers worked methodically. "It's exciting, I guess."
"How?" I asked.
"You know," she said. "Two men… making it together. Touching each other… each other's cocks. Maybe sucking each other off. Or fucking each other up the ass… It's exciting to think about it… exciting to imagine it."
"No it's not," I said. I said the words in a practiced manner, the way all men put down anything the least bit sexual with another man. I was defending my masculinity.
"It's disgusting," I added after a moment.
"It's exciting," Patti insisted. "For me, at least."
"Well, not for me."
A strange stirring swelled in my loins. The thought was a disturbing one, yet I found myself reacting to it nonetheless. I tried to push the thought from my mind, and tried to attribute the reaction to Patti's hands. But I knew I was lying to myself.
"But I'd bet you would find two women together exciting," Patti said. "Wouldn't you?"
"Of course," I said. "But that's different…"
"No it's not!"
"How would you feel," I asked, "if I wanted to watch you make it with another woman? How would you feel about it then?"
She considered the idea for a moment, working her fingers in and out of her body, moving her fist up and down the length of my aroused cock.
"I think I'd enjoy it," she finally said.
I actually felt a surge of sexuality ripple down my cock at her admission.
"I think I'd enjoy sucking a woman's cunt," Patti said. Her voice was still filled with the same distracted quality, and for a moment I had the impression that she was actually doing it in her mind.
"Or having her suck mine," she continued. "Stick my tongue into her pussy… lick her clit… suck on her tits… yes… I'm rather sure I would enjoy it."
"You would?" I asked. My cock was hard again, and I wanted to cum again. My mind was filled with all kinds of crazy sexual pictures of Patti with another woman… even with another man. My cock and mind accepted it; only my masculinity was wary.
"Fix it up for me?" Patti asked. "Please, Allen… get me a woman…"
"Sure," I said. My mouth was dry, and I was surprised at how softly the word slipped out. I was whispering.
"Then you!" Patti said; she too was whispering. "You and a man. I want to see a man sucking your cock!"
"But…"
"Please, Allen! Please! No one would know! Just me and you. I'd never tell… I'd never think anything bad about you for doing it…"
"Patti… I…"
Her hand was working feverishly against my cock.
"Please, Allen!" she pleaded. "Oh, God! The idea's going to drive me out of my mind it's so exciting! I'm going to cum just thinking about it!"
I looked at her cunt: she had two fingers buried inside her hole.
"Please," she said, squeezing my cock.
My mouth was dry. I was excited by the thought, yet repulsed at the same time. I'd never done anything with a man; I'd always been overly cautious – perhaps afraid – of anything like that. But why did I find it exciting? Forbidden, but exciting!
"You can cum in my mouth!" Patti said. "If you promise to do it for me, I'll let you cum in my mouth… I'll even swallow it!"
"Christ!" I said. Patti's words smashed into me like hard, living things. I couldn't believe my ears. She was offering me the one thing that she would never do for me. She had always enjoyed sucking me off, but she had halted at my cuming in her mouth. It had always been the one freedom she had denied me. I had coaxed her, argued with her, pleaded with her for that sexual privilege, but she had never given in to me.
But now she was offering it to me! Allowing me to not only cum in her mouth, but offering to swallow my cum, my sperm, if I did what she wanted!
"I'll do it now!" Patti said. "Right now!"
She put her face down in my crotch and began to suck my cock.
"Say you'll do it," she said, pulling her face away, tempting me with her sample suck.
"All right," I agreed. "I'll do it."
The thought excited me and I was filled with the burning need to cum. The temptation of Patti's mouth was but a small part of my excitement, I knew. The repulsive fascination of what I had agreed to do, coupled with the strange, new sexual being that had become my wife Patti, had worked together to build my passion to such an intense peak that rationality no long entered my thoughts. Al! I knew was that it was exciting me, and I needed to cum; needed to cum right now!
"You promise!" Patti said. "You won't go back, on your word?"
"No," I said. "No!"
My cock needed her mouth: it sought the wetness of her tongue and the depths of her throat. I pushed her head towards my crotch and my erect cock. I pushed her face down upon my shaft, around my cock with her wet mouth.
"I'll do it," I said, feeling her lick at my passion. I could feel myself beginning to cum. "I'll do it!"
Yesterday, when I had been cuming, it had seemed like a good idea; an exciting idea. Now today, as I waited for what I had agreed to do, I could feel myself filling with self-doubt. My stomach felt uneasy, and there was a strange anxiety in my muscles.
The door bell rang, and I jumped.
"Get it, Allen!" Patti said from the bedroom. "I'm putting on my make-up!"
Shit! I thought. She had to arrange it so that I'd be alone with him. Why couldn't she be ready when he got here? Why did I have to be alone…
The door bell rang again.
"Coming!" I called out to the bell.
I hesitated a moment and then opened the door. Brian Bennett was standing there.
"Hello, Allen!" he said. His voice had that lush singing quality that one usually associated with a homosexual. "I'm so pleased to finally meet you!"
We, shook hands, and I muttered something inane. His handshake was surprisingly firm.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
He stepped into the hallway, and I allowed my eyes to sweep rapidly across him. He was tall and thin, with fairly long blond hair. He had blue eyes, and a sensitive, handsome face. If I hadn't known that he was gay, I might have mistaken him for an athlete. He looked somewhat like a Swedish skier or something. The only trace of femininity was a shoulder bag he had slung over his shoulder. But even that was questionable, and it looked more like an army issue ammunition pouch. The rest of his clothing was mod, with tight-fitting pants and an open shirt, revealing most of his chest. Several platinum hairs curled up from his chest.
"Not just yet," he said. "Maybe later."
He walked into the living room.
"What a lovely apartment," he said.
"Thank you," I muttered.
"Where is Patti?" he asked. He sat himself down in the couch and crossed his knees.
I hate people who use the first names of people they have never met. They seem so pushy. They just slide into a situation and begin calling everyone by his first name.
"She'll be with us in a moment," I said. I purposely didn't use Patti's name.
He smiled at me, and I think I asked him again whether he wanted a drink.
"You know, Allen," Brian said, "I didn't think you were ever going to call me after that first time I answered your ad."
"Really?" I said. I sat in a chair across from the couch. "Why not?"
"You didn't sound like the type who might be interested in this kind of sex. You sounded pretty straight, if you know what I mean. I guess I was wrong about you."
"Actually," I said, "this whole thing is Patti's idea."
"That's not unusual," he said. "You would be surprised at the number of women who are responsible for things like this. Even if it is the man who wants it to occur, it's usually the woman who initiates it."
He stared at me, smiling, and I began to grow uncomfortable.
"This is Patti's thing," I said, defending myself. "Not mine. Remember that."
He smiled, showing his teeth. "I understand, Allen."
Patti walked in.
Ceremoniously, I stood, and so did Brian. "This is Patti," I said. "My wife."
Patti was wearing a sleeveless, scooped-neck blouse and a mini skirt. I could see her nipples through the material of the blouse, so I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The idea stimulated me, for I saw that Brian also noticed it. He was staring at her chest.
"So nice to meet you," he said. "You're very attractive."
"Thank you," she said. Then: "So are you."
Patti had a smile on her face, and I know she was pleased by Brian. We sat down again, Brian on the couch, me in my chair, across from the couch, and Patti in the other chair, on the other side of the couch. The three of us literally formed an odd triangle.
"What were you talking about?" Patti asked. Her voice was extra high and thin. It got that way when she was excited.
"About sex," Brian said.
"Oh, really," she said. "How nice. What did I miss?"
She crossed her legs, and I saw a sudden flash of color as her thighs closed. Her skirt was rather high, and from where Brian was sitting, I knew he had a clear view of her crotch.
"Well, well!" Brian said, ignoring the question. "Look what we have here!"
"What?" Patti asked, but she understood what Brian meant. She was blushing.
"I see your pussy," Brian said. He pointed between Patti's legs. "I see your pussy."
I stared at Patti.
"Well," she said, still embarrassed, but equally excited, "I thought it was sort of silly to wear panties. I mean, it would be such a waste of time."
Patti lifted her skirt with both hands, exposing her cunt. She uncrossed her thighs, and spread them widely apart. Her cunt lips were wet and open.
"Now you can see, too," she said to me.
The sight gave me a hard-on. I found myself disturbed and excited by her exhibition.
"But I can't see yours," Patti said. "Show us yours."
I was receiving shock after shock from Patti, but each one made me feel more disturbed and more excited as each moment went on. How far would she go?
"Only if you come over here and sit next to me," Brian said, patting the cushion of the couch.
"All right!" Patti said. She flounced across the room and sat down next to Brian. She was giggling self-consciously as she sat there, but she seemed possessed by some deep, burning desire for raw sexuality.
She put her hand in his lap and touched his cock. I could see it swell to life across the tightness of his pants.
"My God!" she said. "That's big." Then, looking across at me: "I hope you don't mind, Allen? Do you?"
"No," I lied.
"Come and sit here!" she said to me. "Next to me."
I sat down next to her. She was between the two of us: Brian on her right and me on her left. She picked up her other hand and placed it on my cock. Now she had a hand on both of us. She squeezed my cock through my pants.
"My God! This is erotic!" Patti said. She stiffened her legs in front of her.
I tried not to look at her hand on Brian's crotch, but my eyes were drawn to it. I watched her fingers open and circle, pull and caress at him. His cock looked like a log under his pants.
"I might enjoy this more," Brian said, "if Allen were in the middle."
"Not just yet," Patti said. "Me first, and then you can have him."
I watched with widening eyes, as Patti's fingers opened the zipper on Brian's pants. Her hand was trembling and my mouth was dry. She had to take her hand from my cock to pull the zipper all the way down. In her excitement over touching Brian, she forgot to replace her hand on me. She was using both of her hands on him.
He was wearing a pair of bright red bikini briefs. I could see the top of cock sticking from the top of the underwear. It was swollen and thick, bright pink in color, and enormous in size. Patti's small hand grasped the shaft, and she pulled him completely from his shorts until his full erection was poking from his open zipper.
"Oh," she said when she saw the fullness of his organ. The simple word was rich in meaning.
His size fascinated me. I'd never seen a man so large before. He was so big, he seemed unreal. He looked double my size, even though he was only an inch or two bigger.
Without hesitation, I watched as Patti bent down and placed the tip of that mighty cock in her mouth. She held the shaft of his cock with both hands, as a child might hold a lollipop, and she nibbled with her lips and tongue against the flesh of his cock. She had to stretch her lips to take in his width. His cock looked strangely blunted buried in the open wetness of her mouth.
"Easy, easy," Brian said. "Not too quick! Not so hard! Don't bite!"
He seemed nervous; frightened perhaps. He locked over at me and managed to smile weakly, giving me the impression that he was suffering more than he was enjoying the experience.
"Join us, please," Brian said, looking at me.
For a moment I was immobile: fixed by the scene I was witnessing. My wife – Patti! – was actually sucking his cock!
I felt Patti's hand reaching back, fumbling against me. She was seeking my cock. She wanted to touch my cock while she had his in her mouth. I directed her fingers to my zipper. My breath hurt in my chest as I watched her hand pull the zipper down and release my organ.
"Ooohh!" Patti moaned as she touched me.
I watched her face slide along the shaft as she tried to swallow his thickness. The excitement of touching two men so intimately was driving her out of her mind with passion.
"Let me do you!" Brian urged, looking at me.
Patti pulled on my cock, pulling me around towards Brian. She wanted me to let him suck me. I hesitated, not knowing how to react. Deep down, inside, I wanted to let him do it, but I felt inhibited by Patti's presence.
She pulled at my cock again, and buried her face down as far as she could go on his cock. About one-half was still outside her greedy, sucking lips.
I stood. My knees were weak and my head was spinning around wildly. I wanted to run, to escape, but my body moved forward towards Brian. I watched his eyes become misty as I neared him. His mouth was open slightly, and he was running his tongue rapidly around the inside of his lips.
I felt his hand reach up and touch me; touch my cock. His fingers went around the shaft of my organ. His fingers tightened, and I felt the grip of his hand against me. His touch was soft and gentle, yet it bore the firmness and sureness that no woman's hand had ever had against me. His fingers opened and closed against my flesh, and he began to move his fist up and down the length of my cock.
I saw Patti looking up at me from the side of her eye. Her face was still pressed against Brian's cock, but she was looking up at me.
She moaned again, then slid her legs up until she was kneeling on the couch, bending over Brian and sucking his cock. I watched as she leaned against the back of the couch for support. Then, sifting one hand from his cock, she buried it in her cunt, under her skirt. Her hand twirled rapidly against herself, as she held herself up with one hand and her knees, sucking on Brian's cock, and watching him touch mine.
His fingers reminded me of my own, yet they were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting. His hand moved with familiarity and confidence, with the intimate knowledge no woman could possess. A knowledge that comes with practice in performing the act upon yourself: something no woman could ever know.
I found myself responding to him, as I might respond to my own hand, if I were masturbating myself. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my own hand. I began to relax and enjoy his caress.
Something changed. A shift of weight; a movement. Suddenly I felt something else against my cock: a wetness. A hot, soft, moving wetness.
I opened my eyes and looked down. My cock was in Brian's mouth.
"Jesus," I moaned. His mouth felt so wet, so hot! I pushed my cock in until the base of my stomach was crushed against his mouth. My whole cock was in his mouth!
Then Patti moaned. Her eyes were open wide, and she was straining her neck to see. She didn't want to relinquish her hold on his cock, and she didn't want to miss his sucking on me. She was torn between two pleasures.
I began to push myself in and out of Brian's mouth. I felt as though his mouth were a cunt: a liquid, molten, wet cunt that was sucking and licking against my cock as no cunt… as no mouth… had done ever before. I found myself enjoying it, and I pushed in and out of his mouth in a building pleasurable tempo.
Torn too long, Patti finally relaxed her hold on Brian's cock. It plopped from her mouth, glistening wet and it stood erect against his belly like a steel spring. The blondness of his pubic hair made the flesh of his cock seem almost red.
Patti slumped against the couch, sitting back on her haunches, with her hand pressed between her legs. Her skirt was thrown back, over her hips, and her whole underside was exposed. Her fingers were working in the forest of her cunt, and her mouth hung loose from the swollen impression of Brian's cock. Her eyes were wide and bulging, and she stared at my cock buried deep inside of Brian's open mouth.
Without wanting to, I grabbed Brian's head. I dug my fingers into his long blond hair, and I pulled his face against me. His head followed my motion, and he began to slide himself up and down the shaft of my cock. His mouth was wonderful, and I remembered what he had said over the telephone the first time I had spoken to him: gays were orally oriented!
"Suck him!" Patti said, chanting almost. "Suck him!"
She was moving her fingers so quickly against herself that her wet fingers kept slipping off her clitoris. She began to rub herself with her whole hand, and then with her wrist.
Brian, in the meantime, was opening his pants and pulling them down his thighs. He got them about halfway down, and the thickness of his muscles halted his progress. The tightness of his pants and the elastic redness of his briefs were stretched across his thighs like a thin line of cloth: a prison of nylon and silk. His rod stood up from his crotch like something mean and powerful; like a magnet, drawing my hand towards it…
"Sixty-nine!" Patti said. "Sixty-nine!"
Brian slipped from the couch to the rug, his mouth taking me down with him. I felt the pressure of his lips and tongue, and my legs melted into the rug. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself inverted on the rug, pressed up against Brian.
I felt a pressure against the back of my head. It was Patti's hand, pushing me toward Brian's cock. I resisted the pressure, but I found my face moving closer to him. My mouth opened. Something hard pushed past ray lips; something hard and thick. Past my lips, past my teeth, into my mouth. It was Brian's cock.
I nearly gagged. I felt as though I was going to vomit. But I opened my mouth and tasted him. His body smelled of sex, and his cock had a coppery, salty taste. It felt like rubber, only warm, alive rubber. I began to move my head up and down, swallowing the shaft of his cock.
My tongue was pressed down under the thickness of his shaft, and I felt the tip of his organ pressed near the back of my throat. His balls were swinging, and I felt them bang into my chin.
I felt a hand moving near my face, and then another on my cock. It was Patti's hand, I realized. She had wrapped one hand around Brian's cock as it slid into my mouth, and she had wrapped her other hand around my cock, as it was sliding in and out of Brian's mouth. She had joined both our bodies in a single, sexual link.
Brian began to move his mouth, twisting it around, permitting my cock to swivel like a screw in a wide shaft. As he did, he began to move his own cock. I felt it slide into my mouth, pressed back into my throat. I began to gag on his length, although judging from Patti's pumping hand, less than half was in my mouth.
I broke away, gasping for breath, feeling a wave of shame and passion run down my body in a shuddering wash of emotion. I pulled my cock from Brian's grasping mouth.
"No," I said. "No more."
But Patti didn't accept my limits: she wanted more. Much more.
"Fuck me," she said to Brian. "Please!"
He looked at me. His face was creased with passion and revulsion. He weighed her request.
"All right," he agreed. "Just once."
He was on his back already, and Patti pushed his knees down so he was flat on the rug. Then she lowered her body upon his rigid, giant shaft. She moaned as it sank into the wet depths of her cunt.
Their fuck looked strangely obscene to me. I was looking up between Brian's legs, and Patti straddled them, and lowered herself upon the rigidity of his cock. I watched as his cock opened the lips of her cunt and separated the wetness of her red hole. The cock seemed to slide into Patti slowly, almost unrealistically. She pushed herself down and wriggled her hips, but the organ only went so far into her and would go no further. About one half of Brian's cock was enclosed in the wet, blond flap of Patti's cunt.
I began to jerk off as I looked at it: I didn't want to but I couldn't prevent myself from doing so. It was as though I were two persons; torn between guilt and total abandoned sexuality.
"Stop!" Patti yelled. "I'll cum if you don't!"
But she made no attempt to stop; instead, she wriggled her hips more, and tried to screw her cunt further down on Brian's cock.
It was Brian, finally, who dislodged her. He jack-knifed his knees suddenly, and lifted her off. Patti tumbled onto me in a sweaty, sex-reeking bundle.
"Fuck him for me!" she said to me. Her eyes were crazy with lust. She seemed to be pleading for herself more than me; she wanted me to do what she was prevented from doing.
"No," I said. I couldn't. My mind was so tossed and confused, I couldn't think clearly.
"Please," she said, and she bent down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, drawing my organ well into her mouth. She was sucking desperately.
"All right!" I said. I pushed her face away from my cock. I didn't want her mouth there any longer.
I stood on my knees, my pants still on, and my cock stuck from my open zipper. Brian saw it, and twisted around until I saw his ass in front of me. He slid back towards it on his knees until I felt the warmth of his ass cushioned around my hard-on.
"Let me wet it first!" Patti said. She bent down and pushed Brian forward just enough to put my cock in her mouth again. It looked strange, seeing Patti's face against the background of Brian Bennett's ass. She slurped once or twice down my cock, then pulled her face away. Then she turned towards Brian, opened the cheeks of his ass with her fingers, and applied, her tongue to his anus. I saw her sink her tongue into the tight band of his ass: it slithered wetly up inside of him, and he shuddered.
I felt a hand against my cock: Brian's hand. He was drawing me closer to his ass. I moved, following almost involuntarily, as though I were in a sexual trance. I wasn't even sure I wanted to follow. All I knew was that I was excited: stimulated beyond any point I can remember ever having been.
I felt something wet and soft around the tip of my cock; something rubbery. It was different from a cunt in that it wasn't as wet. But it was soft and easy, and I penetrated Brian Bennett's ass smoothly. I felt my cock slide up into him, into the heat of his body. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a cunt, but it was different. It was good, though, and I began to pump myself in and out of him.
Then Brian tightened his buttocks, and I felt a crushing pressure around the shaft of my cock. Brian's muscles were like steel, and his ass squeezed down upon me until the pleasure was almost painful. I tried to push deeper into him, push past the hard, holding grip of his anal canal, but the passage way was so tight, so constricted, that I couldn't move.
I think I moaned. I know I did because Patti reacted to it and echoed it with her own moan. She moved around in front of Brian and lowered her face near his cock. I could see her lips open around his gigantic shaft as I watched over Brian's shoulder. I watched Patti move her mouth down his cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding Brian's balls in the cupped hollow of her hands.
Brian loosened the muscles of his ass, and I slid my cock forward, deeply into his ass. I watched Patti over his shoulder and I sunk myself into him. Her lips were pulled around his cock, and saliva was dribbling down her chin. She moved her face up and down the shaft, swallowing half of it and leaving the other half outside of her lips, untasted.
The passageway of Brian's ass felt soft and mushy: oily almost. I could feel no ridges or firmness: rather it was like a very wide, soft, unwet cunt. The only time I felt any friction was when he tightened his muscles and constricted the passage way. When he did that, however, it made up for the other times.
He used his ass like a hand: pumping and pulling, tightening and loosening, bringing me closer and closer, to my orgasm. I had my hands on his hips, and I pulled him back into me, then pushed him back, and away, using his body, his ass, for my own pleasure.
My orgasm began to grow in wave after wave of swelling pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening, and the washes of sex run up and down the thickness of my cock. I tensed my muscles, and screwed down with my organ, trying to prevent the explosion. Brian tightened his ass, and I felt the sudden, powerful crush of tightness around my cock. I lifted my body, pulling his ass upward with me, tightening even further the pressure against me. I closed my eyes and began to thrust into him. My cock slid forward, and I began to cum.
"He's cuming!" Brian announced. "Oh, God! I can feel it… like an enema in my ass!"
He crushed himself around my cuming cock. It felt as though I were holding back my orgasm. My sperm squeezed from my cock, spitting out hotly and under pressure. The orgasm was intense and long. My cock began to shudder inside of his ass.
"I'm cuming!" Brian said. "Oh, Allen, I'm cuming!"
I looked over his shoulder. He thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in Patti's mouth. He put both his hands behind her head, and pulled her mouth down upon his cock. I watched as Patti opened her eyes wide, and the color drained from her face. Her cheeks puffed up, and Brian's cock looked obscene, pressed into her mouth.
In the middle of my orgasm, I don't know why, but I reached one hand around Brian's hip, where I was holding him, and grabbed his cuming cock. I felt his thick organ twitch under my finger. I could feel it pumping, and I could feel the surge of sperm moving thickly down the shaft. I wrapped my hand around him, and pushed myself up inside of him in a single motion. My cock was buried in him to the hilt, and I could feel my balls banging into his.
As he was cuming, I began to jerk Brian off. I slid my hand down the shaft of his cock until my fingers were stopped by Patti's lips, still wrapped around the top end of his shaft. His cock was wet and hot, slimy with the combined juice of her mouth and cunt, and my hand slid down easily. I could feel him cuming under my finger, as the thick veins throbbed with his sperm – sperm that he was emptying into Patti's mouth.
I could feel Patti's open lips against my hand. Her mouth was hot and open. I squeezed his cock, and felt something hot and thick ooze out from between Patti's lips. It was Brian's sperm, I realized: pumping into Patti's mouth, and overflowing until it dribbled out against my hand.
I hunched up once again, and deposited the final spurt of cum into his ass. His muscles squeezed together, but instead of imprisoning me, the new pressure, applied to my wet, slippery cock, made it pop out, and I was free of Brian's ass.
I fell backward on my knees into the couch. Brian fell forward, into Patti, disengaging his cock from her mouth as he fell. Patti fell backward, then twisted to her side, resting against the couch also, but two feet further down from me. Brian was lying on top of her, with his giant cock still rigid and enormous, pressed against her breast, depositing a puddle of sperm against the material of her blouse. Patti's skirt was up and her legs were spread wide. Her cunt was wet, and I knew she had experienced a monumental orgasm. Brian's sperm dribbled down her chin.
My God! I thought, exhausted. I couldn't believe what had happened. We hadn't even gotten undressed or into the bedroom yet!
I wondered how it would be when we did.
Thanks to Patti, I didn't have long to wonder.