too hard, causing David to lance upward into the region of my gullet, but he did it so adorably I didn't care. Instead of freezing up and getting pissed, the way I'd done with Alan this afternoon, I tried to open, myself for him. If I could have deep-throated him, I'd have done it, but I guess I'm not built that way. Or else – it's a goal to work toward.
Belinda was anointing the lips of her shaven pink cunt with powdery cocaine. She made ecstatic sounds as she rubbed the stuff into her skin, and she told me between sighs that it was a turn-on like I wouldn't believe. I still didn't want to try it myself, but I didn't think of that when I dipped in to give her a licking.
David's cock was out of my mouth by then, and in Belinda's, and she gobbled his tool while I tongued her twat. Some of that coke clung to me and I felt my entire mouth go numb while a zesty cool feeling turned on inside my head. It was like having an internal air-conditioner, and my eyes wobbled for a second. After I'd tongue-lashed her to a drippy little come, I reached for the coke and took a couple of sniffs. Talk about turned-on! I felt cold all over and hot all over, and my body seemed lighter than air, and I started to purr in an easy cooing voice. There's no way to describe how pleased with myself I was then. I lay back and hugged myself, and I just writhed there on the bed, my eyes shut, my lips tickled into a permanent smile. My hands cupped my tits as I sighed and stretched, and I found myself using a finger to divide the mat of my pussy hair in search of the gash within.
Oh, I found it, all right! I jabbed myself impetuously while David and Belinda watched from the side, and it was almost as if I were putting on a show for their benefit. I masturbated shamelessly, inventing new tricks and fillips on the spot, until the girl-cum poured from me and my hands were aromatic with it.
Belinda sat on her heels and I planted myself on her lap, my legs thrown around her and my cunt spread wide open. My tits bumped hers and our nipples scraped in friction, and we were both fighting to see which of us could take the lead in kissing the other. David crouched behind us, one of his hands massaging my gash, the other feeling up hers, and he was fingering me in both of my holes and I was grooving on it.
He touched my asshole with his fingertip a moment later, and I felt the telltale tingling of cocaine as he doctored my shitter. He did such a nice, thorough job that when he replaced his finger with the knob of his big cock, I scarcely felt it at all. I was really into it, you know and my sphincter didn't fight him for a second. It yielded freely and he was pushing his dick up my bunghole with slow, precise strokes.
I'd been screwed in the ass a few times before. Not very many, and only when some guy made a big deal of it. Ass-fucking wasn't one of my favorites. It hurt, and it was uncomfortable, and I couldn't begin to guess why anybody even bothered. Now, though, as David corn-holed me so lovingly, I started to understand. The boys who'd done ft to me were so inadequate, in retrospect. Belinda had been right, God love her – I'd spent too much of my sexual past fucking around with boys. No wonder I'd been ready to part with the prick forever and amen. How could any boy compare with the man who was inside me right now?
He gripped me by waist and shoulders while Belinda caressed my tits and nibbled my chin, and he moved his meat in my brownie with the dreamiest, lingering strokes and plunges. I lifted up each time he plumbed me deepest, and I let myself drop down upon his still upraised prick to make it go even deeper, and Belinda seemed to be soaking up the excitement that radiated from my body and David's.
The cocaine on my asshole couldn't anesthetize me forever, and its effect wore off gradually. Now I could feel every thick inch of his cock as it spread my tender muscle, but I didn't cry out in pain or panic. It was the most sensually erotic moment of my life, I was dead certain. I twisted myself, wiggling from side to side in quick, rabbity movements, and the bigness of his rod made an impact on all the interior of my body.
Belinda squeezed my tits in her soft golden hands, and the nipples stuck out pink and thrust between her fingers. She pinched my teats with her fingers, spreading and closing them quickly, and my nips ached and throbbed in response. Her face moved close and she began to lick the extensions of my boobs with fast butterfly tongue strokes. And as she did it, I rocked back and forth where I was splayed on her lap, rocking to deepen the penetrations of her husband's prick.
Time no longer had any meaning. I didn't have the slightest idea of how long the three of us had been here making love. It didn't seem important. It had been forever and it would be forever. How many times had I climaxed? Belinda? And what about David? Had his cock ever gone soft since Belinda's mouth brought it to quivering erection? I couldn't remember. It seemed that every time I turned around he was gripping his cock and guiding it into someone's mouth or pussy or wherever. Once – when he'd put Belinda on her back, then straddled her chest and shucked his prick back and forth between her rosy-capped tits until his cum squirted into her face in big sticky gobs. He must have his nuts on overtime, I thought as he continued to ass-fuck me. At least a gallon of his creamy goo had spilled onto and into me and Belinda, and still his rod rose up in fierce pride to burrow its way into yet another sexual union.
I wondered if Belinda would consider selling him to me. I'd have given her anything. This was what Lilly needed, too, I reminded myself. A man. Not a boy, but a man. She needed to find out how great, how absolutely perfect it could be to make love and sex with a partner worthy of her sweet, charms.
She'd forget her lesbian intentions in a minute.
One of David's hands stole into my gash as he bunged me, and I felt it squishing in my cummy, bloody depths. He tweaked my nubbin with his clever fingers and I went all oozy and whiny where I squatted. Belinda took her hands off my tile and stuck the end of one breast into her mouth for some heavy sucking, and shoved my tit towards her while I thrust my ass in David's direction, and before I knew it, it was all over.
For me, at least, I flew up the golden stairs, into the arms of a come that left me gasping for breath I couldn't seem to capture, and if the two of them hadn't been holding me, I think I'd have sprouted wings and gone straight out the bedroom window. But Belinda's mouth was a firm anchor for my right tit, her hand gripping the other one furiously, arid David began to move his cock in strokes that were much less gentle than the ones just passed.
He gave it to me hard and hot now, slamming his groin against the curve of my ass, and I could only throb and wiggle as he rammed me. I was so far gone I couldn't even feel the first gush of his cum when it flew from the end of his rod.
I could detect a sopping wetness in my asshole, and his cock seemed to be moving easier as it pumped short strokes, and it must have occurred to whatever remained of my conscious understanding that David was unloading his balls.
Both of them had a finger in my pie. It was almost as if I were being fucked front and back simultaneously, and it was out of sight. I humped and throbbed and moaned and cried and begged them not to stop, and they didn't, not for a long, long time, but even the best of sex can't last forever, more's the pity.
So it was with us. When David's cock left my asshole, it was limp and I was thankful, in a way. I didn't have the power to do it again. Oh, I had the will, and I had the desire, but my body just wouldn't respond. I was fucked flat, and so, I'm proud to say, were my new friends. My good friends. My best of friends. We lay side by side, our bodies recuperating, and we didn't have to talk or touch. We were as close to being one soul as three people can ever be.
It was after ten that evening when we finally got up. My shorts and pants and top were washed and dried by now, and it was only fit that I should do the same for my body. So much as I hated to wash myself clean of the cum and love that had spurted on me and from me, I made my way to the bathroom and adjusted the shower to my temperature.
Belinda wanted to bathe, too, and she pointed out that it was more economical to shower with a friend, so I gladly stepped aside and made room for her. Once she got in, though, she couldn't resist trying once more the erotic delights of tickling her shaven pubes on my hairy bush, and we started girl-fucking as we stood, bumping our cunts and grinding them together.
It was cute and fun, and it was even more fun when she showed me a little trick she'd invented. Her tits were delightfully full, and by twisting her head and lifting her tit in just a certain way, she was able to use her tongue an her own nipple, to suck the little pink tab to glisteny stiffness. What a lovely idea! I tried it, too, and though my neck felt as if it were about to break, I found that I could do it nearly as well as she could. Happily, I sucked my nipple, scraping it with my teeth, watching Belinda do the same. It must have occurred to both of us at the same time that if it was fun this way, it was more fun when she suckled mine and I nursed hers. So we were in one another's arms, fingering, sucking, kissing, making so much noise at it that David came into the bathroom to see what was wrong.
Nothing was wrong. He hopped into the shower as soon as he saw what we were up to, and it was Belinda on her knees, grabbing his cock, sucking it fiercely while the water poured warmly upon her head, and then it was
