“Last call, boys!” Sarah giggles, and crawling between their legs, begins licking both men's balls. Paul can't hold out any longer and explodes in Megan's ass, shooting waves of hot cum deep inside her. A moment later, Evan erupts inside of Megan, and Sarah greedily licks up the torrents of semen running down his shaft.
It was late in the evening when Paul and Megan finally left the house, promising Evan and Sarah that they would visit again very soon. And they would too. After all, they hadn't seen the end of the movie yet.
Story 4
I will never forget the first time I saw her. My desk faces the elevator doors, and even though I've worked here for five years, I still look up involuntarily every time I hear the elevator stopping at my floor. The doors slid open noiselessly, and I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was tall, probably taller than me, had beautiful green eyes, silky red hair that seemed to sparkle in the light, and the most perfect breasts I had ever seen.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and heard my heart pounding in my ears. I was like a teenager who had just caught the eye of the high school quarterback! It was crazy! I had always considered myself straight. I had never been with another woman, let alone been attracted to one. But from that first moment, I was madly in love with Brittany.
The next few days in the office were hard as I struggled with my new and irrational feelings. Every time I saw Brittany, I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to touch her, to kiss those glossy wet lips and explore very inch of her exquisite body.
I had hoped that this was just some strange phase I was going through, and that these feelings would diminish as time went on, but I was wrong. If anything, my passions were becoming more intense with each day! At night I had dreams of cradling Brittany's supple breasts in my hands, kissing her neck, then her shoulders, and finally letting my mouth close around her nipples. In the morning, I would wake up with my panties sopping wet.
Despite my emotional turmoil, I somehow managed to strike up a friendship with Brittany. It was easier than I thought. Brittany is so cheerful and outgoing that it's hard not to be her friend! By the end of the week, we were talking and laughing like two sorority girls at a college reunion.
On Monday morning, I invited Brittany to join me for lunch and she accepted. This was my chance! If I steered the conversation carefully, I could find out if Brittany was in a relationship, if she liked women, and more importantly, if she liked me!
But when we sat down at the restaurant, my mind went blank. I couldn't help noticing how tight Brittany's shirt was. It was stretched across her breasts so hard that all I could think about was releasing them. I wanted to reach across the table and rip the buttons off her shirt, letting her voluptuous breasts explode from their captivity and dance in the open air.
Suddenly, I realized that I was staring at Brittany's chest! I quickly looked down at my menu, hoping she hadn't noticed. But Brittany smiled and talked amiably as though nothing had happened, and I relaxed a little. I scanned the list of entrees without really reading them. A whirlwind of thoughts was swirling in my head. I hadn't noticed Brittany's shirt being so tight at the office. Was it even the same shirt? Had she changed her shirt before she went to lunch? But why? Had she done it... for me?
“Would you like to come to my house this Friday?”
Brittany's voice jolted me back to reality.
“You-your house?” I stammered.
“Sure,” she said, her voice warm and inviting, “we could have dinner, maybe watch a movie, chat a little, do girl stuff, you know?”
“I would love to,” I replied, trying not to betray how excited I really was.
My mind was racing on the way back to the office. Fantasies of Friday night were spinning in my mind like an out of control merry-go-round and I scrambled to keep up with them. I was being ridiculous, I told myself. I was about to cum in my pants over a simple dinner invitation! I had no way of knowing if Brittany even liked girls. And if she did, there was no guarantee she would be interested in me. I took a deep breath.
We were alone in the elevator as it made its slow climb to the office. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Brittany leaning toward me.
“You're very beautiful, you know,” she whispered in my ear.
She tilted my chin back with a single finger, and a moment later I felt her soft lips close around mine in the softest, most affectionate kiss I had ever received in my entire life. I felt a thrill of ecstasy run trough the entire length of my body. Before I could even catch my breath to answer, the elevator doors opened and Brittany pulled away from me. I watched as she exited the elevator, rooted to my spot like a marble statue. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked as the doors closed between us. I had forgotten to leave the elevator! I quickly pushed the “open doors” button and sheepishly made my way to my desk. The merry-go-round was spinning in my mind again, and I didn't even try to stop it.
I didn't see much of Brittany before our Friday night date. She seemed to be avoiding me and any time we were together, it was always in the presence of our coworkers. I knew she was doing it on purpose. She was teasing me, letting the sexual tension build. It was working too. Every time I saw her I wanted to rip her clothes off and make love
