It was 1986, and I’d taken my girlfriend and best mate to the movies to see ‘Top Gun’, with Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis. What a tremendous ride that film was! Yeah, it was over the top with a ridiculous storyline, but the soundtrack was awesome (one might even say it took your breath away…), the onscreen chemistry electric, and the lines were lodged in the brain for eternity. Afterwards, we left the theatre with goofy grins on our faces, quoting lines like ‘Take me to bed, or lose me forever’, and ‘I feel the need – the need for speed!’
Plus, of course, we couldn’t help singing Great Balls of Fire as we drove back to my place.
My mum had already gone to bed when we got back, and I shushed everyone as we giggled our way through the front door.
“Nightcap?” I offered.
“Bacardi and Coke, please,” Diane answered, “and if anyone’s got something to smoke, I wouldn’t say no.”
She was looking pointedly at Chris, my best mate. He glanced at me briefly, shrugged, and magically produced the makings from a pocket. I got us both a Lagavulin from my dad’s liquor cabinet – he wouldn’t be back for another week, and anyway, he didn’t mind me taking the odd shot, so I wasn’t worried.
We retreated to my bedroom and sat enjoying our drinks and sharing a joint whilst discussing the movie for a while, but it was getting late, and I could tell everyone was thinking about bed.
My room was generously sized and housed both a queen bed and a single. Chris was staying over, and Diane was sharing with me – an arrangement that had taken my parents some convincing (this was the Eighties, remember), but they had gotten used to it by now. I was nineteen after all, and Diane would be eighteen in a few weeks.
Besides, the spare room was full of junk at the moment, so there wasn’t really an alternative.
Diane wasn’t a prude and stripped down to her knicks and bra before slipping between the sheets. Naked, I quickly joined her, my hands roaming over her generous bottom – something always guaranteed to focus my thoughts in one specific direction.
She giggled as I snuggled into her, my fingers sliding down the back of her panties and between her buttocks. “You’re making me horny,” Diane whispered into my ear. “Hey, Goose, you big stud – take me to bed or lose me forever!” To emphasise her point, she slowly started sliding my foreskin up and down.
I frantically indicated Chris. “We can’t,” I hissed back.
Diane pouted and gave me a hard squeeze, making me gasp. “Why not? The pot has got me in the mood, and I’m wet. I want your cock in me, and I want to cum!”
“Chris…”
Across from us, Chris had been lying on his back on top of the covers, hands behind his head, contemplating the ceiling, but now he put the headphones for his Walkman over his ears and rolled onto his side, facing the wall.
Shit – he’d probably heard us…
I guessed he could see what was brewing and had graciously decided to give us some privacy.
Diane smiled mischievously at me. “See. Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?” I hesitated, and Diane poked me in the ribs. “Come on – you heard what I said. Take me to bed or lose me forever!”
Hearing the implied threat in her voice, I glanced once more at Chris and wavered. I knew what I wanted – what would get me in the right mood…
“Erm, Diane, would you, um…?”
“What? What do you want me to do?” She demanded impatiently.
I suddenly went very shy. I always felt bad asking for this, even though it turned me on more than anything.
Then she smiled wickedly. “Oh, I know what you want!” she teased.
“Oh, do you? What do I want?” I responded defensively.
“You want me to sit on your face,” Diane giggled. She knew I loved it. Loved the smell of her panties after being worn all day; loved her cunt lips spread over my nose, her pubic hair tickling my nostrils – loved thrusting my tongue into her slippery entrance.
Loved the sticky, gooey mess she left after I’d licked her to multiple orgasms.
Diane loved it, too. But she also liked to torment me, denying me when she was feeling particularly playful.
“The question is, do you want me to do it before… Or after?”
I swallowed. She knew me so well… She enjoyed exercising her feminine power over me.
She liked to control things.
Embarrassed, I tried to change the direction of the conversation. “What do you want, then?” I offered cautiously.
Instead of answering directly, she looked across at my best friend, who was pretending to sleep.
“Chris looks very lonely.”
He did. He did look lonely, and I suddenly felt guilty for doing what we were proposing to do in the same room as him.
“We could include him,” Diane suggested coyly.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Say what?”
“You heard me. I said we could include Chris.”
I was a bit dumbfounded at her suggestion. “Erm, when you say we could include him, how exactly do you mean?”
She shrugged. “Well, if you’re reluctant to fuck me…’
“I never said that!” I interrupted.
“Yes, but the thing is, I know what you really want. And I’d make it worth your while. If you’re really good, you’ll get everything you dream of. I’ll sit on your face – I might even let you lick my ass.”
Damn, she’d got me. She knew exactly what I desired, but what she rarely let me do.
“I’ll even let you keep my panties, pervert – for you to worship at your leisure when I’m not here…”
Fuck…
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I was fighting a rearguard action, but I knew I was losing.
So did Diane. She bit her lip teasingly. “I think it could be fun – for all of us.”
Damn, what she was saying was tempting. The whisky and weed were catching up with me and making me exceedingly horny now, and the thought of the two of them sent a funny quiver through my stomach.
But even so, I really needed to be sure that I was happy with where this was going.
I swallowed again. “Do you really want him to fuck you instead of me?” I asked diffidently.
“Hmm – would you mind very much if he fucked me?” she asked slyly.
“I – I don’t know. I – I mean, he might not want to.”
“Ha. I don’t think that will be a problem. I bet I can get him to give me a really good seeing to. But that’s not really the question, is it? The question is whether or not you want him to fuck me.”
“I – I don’t know,” I repeated. How the hell had this conversation come about again?
“I think the thought excites you!” she taunted. Diane’s hand was back on my rod; could feel how hard I was. Her eyes were shiny with mischief and excitement. “Admit it – you’re getting off thinking about it. Thinking about your best buddy fucking me in your bedroom.”
“And – and remind me – what exactly do I get out of this?” I croaked desperately.
“You get to watch him slide his cock into me, silly. And after he’s finished with me, I’m going to sit on your face and make your perverted desires a reality.”
She gave my balls a gentle squeeze. “Well? How does that sound?”
I was speechless. And hard as granite. But for some reason, I was reluctant to admit how much her proposal appealed to me.
“Cat got your tongue? I mean, if you don’t like that idea, I’m sure I can think of something that will get your juices flowing.”
Damn, now she was playing with me.
“You’re getting really turned on talking like this, aren’t you?” I rasped.
“Yes, I am – I’m getting wetter by the second. But what I have my fingers wrapped around tells me you’re as excited as I am!”
She wasn’t wrong. All I could do was play along. And like she said, it might be a lot of fun.
I cleared my throat. “Um, so, what was the something else that you thought…?”
“Oh, ha!” Her lips twitched. “I was thinking that Chris might like to fuck my bum,” she said simply.
Oh, shit. She’d never let me do that. But I couldn’t believe how the thought of her letting my best friend do it turned me on. But I couldn’t let her see that.
“No way!”
She giggled. “Why not?”
“Because…” Damn… there was no way I could say it was because I hadn’t done it yet!
“You mean because I haven’t let you do it to me, don’t you? Even though I know you want to.”
I nodded in defeat.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
Warily, I nodded.
“I think you’ll get even more excited watching someone else do it to me.” Her gentle, sweet breath in my ear was beguiling. “Imagine how hot it would be – letting him do that to me when all I’ve let you do is lick me there.”
She still had me enmeshed in her fingers, luring me with light strokes, my cock’s rigid steeliness all the barometer she needed to prove her case.
“You – you wouldn’t really do that, would you?” I said helplessly.
“Hmm. I think you doth protest too much, Jason. Tell you what – let’s just see how it plays out. You might be right – he may not be interested.” Diane’s smirk indicated that she didn’t believe this at all – and neither did I, to be honest. “But if it really gets to the point where you want me to stop, all you have to do is say ‘Diane, I love you.’”
“And you’ll stop?”
Diane pursed her lips. “Well, I’ll consider it.”
Arghh – why did she have to say that; be so sweet, and innocent, and – and devilish. She was everything I wanted her to be. How could I possibly refuse her now…?
“But other than that, you’re not allowed to touch or interfere unless I say,” she stipulated. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed weakly, finally giving in.
“Good.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. “If you want, you can play with yourself whilst you watch.”
I let out an involuntary moan. If she didn’t stop what she was doing with her fingers, I was going to erupt before we’d even started.
“But remember – you have to do what I tell you, okay?”
“Ah, okay, okay! I already said yes. Just stop doing that, or I’ll make a mess! You’re being very bossy all of a sudden,” I complained. Diane just giggled in response.
“Yes. Because you like it, and because seeing you do what I say is what turns me on… and you want me to be turned on, don’t you?”
This was Diane all over. She could be quite dominant when she wanted to be. And, if I admitted it to myself, I quite liked it. Liked her being in charge.
I hadn’t really thought about it before, but I found something about her authoritarian streak incredibly erotic.
Throughout this whispered conversation, we’d been under the covers. But now, my girlfriend disengaged herself, blew me a kiss and stepped the two paces across the room to where Chris, still dressed and not yet under his duvet, remained dormant on his side with his back to us – obviously trying to ignore anything we might be up to.
Diane lay down on his bed and spooned him from behind, making him start in surprise. Diane chuckled and carefully removed his headphones. I watched in fascination as she whispered in his ear the suggestive words which I knew could set this whole thing in motion.
I could feel myself getting jealous, but also excited as I saw Chris’s eyes go wide.
Chris turned his head towards me questioningly, but Diane pulled him back around until, their faces only inches apart, he met her gaze.
“If you want me,” she purred intently, “you ignore Jason and pay attention only to me.”
At least I wasn’t the only one she bossed around…
“I’d really love you to fuck me,” she told him matter-of-factly, “but first I want to feel your tongue in my pussy and see if you can make me cum. Would you like to do that? I know what you boys are like – once you’ve shot your load, you’re no use to a girl.”
Chris, his eyes still wide, nodded intently. Smirking triumphantly, Diane lay back on the bed, spread her legs and pulled her panties to one side, blatantly exposing her hairy quim. She looked down at him expectantly, a wicked smile on her face, and Chris hurriedly hunkered down between her legs.
I thought my insides would disintegrate as I watched them. Diane closed her eyes and moaned as Chris enthusiastically went to work as he’d been directed, and I was finding it hard to believe that my best mate now had his face buried between my girlfriend’s legs and was feasting on her delightful cunt.
Diane had her hands on Chris’s head, gently stroking his hair. The running commentary on what she wanted him to do to her made my stomach do flip-flops, and my hand alternated between stroking my rigid pole and stopping hastily, almost unbearably edging myself, whilst desperately trying not to shoot my load.
“Mm, God, that’s so good, Chris!”
“Yes, circle my clit just like that…”
“Oh, yes – thrust it deeper in me – tongue-fuck my hole…”
“Put your fingers in me – deeper! Yes, that’s it!”
“Yes, yes, yeesss – oh, my god, yes…”. It was almost painful listening to her as she came, bucking on Chris’s face as his tongue lapped at her clit, whilst two of his fingers slopped noisily in and out of her dripping cunt.
When she finally caught her breath, Diane opened her eyes and looked across at me with a roguish grin.
“That was just what I needed. Now it’s my – or rather – Chris’s turn!” she announced.
Diane sat up and reached for him. Quickly undoing his belt, she tugged his jeans down. Chris’s cock was already sitting proud from his boxer shorts, and Diane giggled at the sight of it before reaching out and gently stroking him. Then she leaned forward and slowly took his length all the way into her mouth.
Chris groaned as the sensation of Diane’s warmth engulfed his engorged rod.
Diane’s eyes met mine as her head leisurely bobbed up and down his shaft. Chris now had his hands in Diane’s hair, fondling her scalp tenderly.
After a minute or so of this, she took a break, giggling at the expression on my face. “I think Jason is a little bit jealous.”
Damn right – but I had to admit, I was also incredibly turned on watching them.
“I’m not surprised,” he moaned. “That feels fucking fantastic, Diane, but I gotta warn you – if you keep that up, I’m gonna come anytime.”
Diane laughed coquettishly, then licked her lips suggestively. “Did you want a go?” she asked me teasingly.
I think I might have whimpered as I nodded pathetically.
“Ha! Don’t worry,” she told me. “You can suck him off after I’ve finished with him.”
Chris laughed delightedly at her jest. “I’ll look forward to that!” he sniggered. He was definitely getting into his role. Diane turned back to Chris. “Do you want to cum in my mouth or my pussy?”
My mouth went dry at her words. Chris is going to get to shoot his load in my girlfriend! I thought. But at least she hasn’t offered him her ass – yet!
“I get a choice?”
“Yes, you do, lover-boy. Tonight, I am yours, and you can have me any way you want.”
Christ! Famous last words…
“But if you want to please me…” Diane said, lying back on the bed, “…I would really love to feel you fill my pussy.”
Chris shot a curious glance at me, cocking an eyebrow inquisitively.
I tried to keep my face deadpan, but he couldn’t have failed to notice that my own rod was as hard as a rock.
He gave an almost imperceptible shrug. “Well, I can’t argue with that, can I?”
“No, you cannot,” Diane chuckled, “so you’d better remove my panties,” she commanded.
She raised her hips, and he quickly tugged them down her thighs and over her feet.
“Now pass them to Jason.”
Chuckling, he threw them at me.
“Sniff how wet and horny Chris has made me,” Diane instructed.
Obediently, I raised the pungent, flimsy cotton to my nose and inhaled the crotch deeply. Ahh, such a delicious, intoxicating aroma… I couldn’t help myself – I poked out my tongue and licked the gusset whilst my free hand continued stroking my rigid pole.
Diane giggled again. “Look how my perverted boyfriend loves to worship my dirty knickers,” she taunted.
“To be fair, I’m with him on that,” confessed Chris.
“Ha – delicious perverts, the pair of you! Maybe I’ll let you fight over them in the morning.”
Diane paused.
“But meantime, I want you,” she nodded her head towards me, “to put them on your head with the crotch over your nose,” she ordered with a malicious grin.
She turned back to Chris. “And I want you to slide your scrumptious cock inside my pussy whilst he gets off on sniffing where my arse has been all day.”
Diane lay back and opened her legs in invitation. From somewhere, Chris produced a condom, still in its foil wrapper.
“No,” she gasped. “I want to feel you bareback, Chris. Give it to him!” She indicated me with a lift of her chin.
“I want you to put it on!” she commanded. “I want you to wank in it whilst you watch Chris fuck me.”
They watched with amusement as I compliantly ripped the condom open and rolled the rubber sheath over myself.
“Good boy!” she cooed. “Now…”
She lay back and pulled her legs wider apart, exposing her snatch. She was absolutely sopping wet, coated in her sticky juices. Chris knelt almost reverentially between her legs, his cock still shining wet from Diane’s earlier ministrations.
“Tease me,” Diane suggested. Eager to please, Chris rubbed the purple head of his rigid pole up and down her slit, causing Diane to moan each time it massaged her clit.
It wasn’t long before Diane wanted more.
“Enough!” she cried suddenly. “Fuck me, Chris! Fuck me now! Please!”
Absolutely mesmerised, I watched as he pushed, his cock inching slowly into her welcoming cunt. She gasped as he entered her, then whimpered as each successive centimetre penetrated, until his steel rod filled her to the hilt.
The sight left me almost in awe, vicariously relishing every second. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Being inside her was like being encased in liquid velvet, and I could feel myself on the verge of erupting just at the thought of what he was experiencing.
I stopped stroking myself, desperately trying not to cum.
“Oh, God – I can feel every inch of that!” she gasped. “You’re quite a bit bigger than Jason! Fuck me, Chris,” she breathed, “fuck me hard and pound my little honey pot until I beg for mercy!”
Obediently, he withdrew and then pushed home again, withdrew and pushed, gathering momentum and plumbing her silky depths with every deep stroke. Again and again his cock slammed into Diane’s cunt, his balls slapping her buttocks. Diane’s moans increased in volume until they turned to wails.
“Mercy, mercy, mercy!” she finally sobbed.
“I’m going to cum!” Chris exclaimed. “Are you sure you want me to…?”
“Yes!” Diane cried, “I’m coming, too! Cum in me, Chris! Shoot your load and fill me with your wicked spunk!
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deep into her, preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to.
Chris let out a long groan, and I watched as his balls pulsed, pumping cum deep into my girlfriend’s wanton twat.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she keened, her orgasm flooding over her, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she embraced the moment with a passion that shook me with its intensity.
Without even touching myself, I joined their release, my explosive climax filling the condom as I witnessed their union, witnessed something I knew Diane hadn’t achieved before – an orgasm without manual stimulation, and I felt a fleeting pang of jealousy, but also joy and exhilaration at the powerful eroticism in the moment.
For a few minutes, the pair of them lay entwined, panting, sweaty, and out of breath. Chris had his face buried in Diane’s neck, and his cock remained firmly entrenched in her oozing snatch.
Eventually, when she’d recovered her breath, she turned her head towards me. A very satisfied smile adorning her flushed face.
“Oh, God – that was wonderful,” she giggled. “Did you enjoy watching us?”
I swallowed, the condom I’d just filled to bursting giving me away. Her eyes slid towards it.
“Mmm, I see you did!” she teased. “Still want me to sit on your face?”
I blushed.
“You do, don’t you!”
Submissively, I nodded.
“Pervert!”
Usually, after I’d shot my wad, the desire for the things I wanted before evaporated. But today, I could still feel the craving to taste Diane’s pussy – feel her sticky lips envelop my face as her thighs clamped around my ears.
All was right with the world, and I was in my heaven when her thighs were clinched around my head; the heady aroma, array of delinquent juices, and her dominant posture were all a sensory delight.
And for the first time, her freshly fucked cunt would be full of someone else’s salty spunk.
Actually, my best friend’s hot ejaculate.
My cock was already responding to the depraved thought, halting its downward journey and making its way upwards again.
Diane disentangled herself from Chris, clambered off the bed and stepped over to me. “First things first,” she said with a smirk, rolling the used condom from me.
“Lie back!” she instructed, “and open wide!” I meekly did as she said, and Chris watched with relish as she took the overflowing sheath and held it over my face, inverted it and squeezed the contents into my obediently waiting maw.
“He likes the taste of his own spunk,” she explained to Chris, “and probably consumes more of it than I do – usually straight from my pussy. But today he’s getting a couple of new treats!”
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at Diane’s words. She was taking our games to another level, extending the gentle humiliation scenarios we played to include another – something we’d discussed, but never before acted upon.
I was embarrassed, but at the same time, incredibly excited as Chris witnessed our byplay.
After I’d swallowed the contents of the cum-filled rubber, Diane straddled my head, planting her sticky, swollen cunt directly over my face, and gently settled her weight. I could smell the strong rutting essence of them both and inhaled deeply.
Intoxicating!
“Kiss me!” Diane demanded, and I didn’t know if she was talking to Chris or me, but I locked my lips on hers and slid my tongue deep inside her slippery passage, aroused by the heady melange of gooey essence enveloping me.
“Now you get exactly what you wanted,” she mocked. “Enjoy!” Then I sensed her working her inner muscles, and a flood of Chris’s cum filled my mouth.
Things went quiet with Diane’s thighs clamped around my head, and I realised they were smooching again, kissing each other whilst she sat on my face, providing me with my second viscous treat, smearing my nose and cheeks with their warm, abundant bodily fluids.
I was eating my best friend’s cum from my girlfriend’s freshly fucked twat. I hungrily swallowed everything I could before working my way to her nub, hoping she was enjoying the experience as much as I was and wanting now to please her even more.
She started moaning as I kissed her sticky clit.
“Oh, yes – make me cum again, my little pussy slave.”
Eagerly, I licked and circled her button until I felt her shudder, and she bucked vigorously on my face as her second orgasm hit her.
As she rubbed herself backwards and forwards, my tongue grazed her anus, and she squealed in surprise.
“Oh, you naughty boy! I know what you want,” she whispered.
Mischievously, she manoeuvred herself into a more convenient position and once more rested her body on top of me, her arse located perfectly, and I devotedly thrust my tongue right into her bottom.
“Ohh…oh, yes, you deviant fucker – that’s it – push it right in my ass. Show me what a good little arselicker you are!”
Diane flexed her ring as I tongue-fucked her tight little hole, allowing me to go deeper and deeper inside her. She’d not let me go this far before, and I knew it was because Chris was there. Her bum tasted different to her pussy; more earthy, and decidedly more wanton and depraved.
If someone touched me now, I thought, I was going to shoot my load again!
From my subservient position, I could vaguely hear whispering and giggling. Then Diane lifted herself, taking her bottom away from me. Her eyes were shining with mischief and anticipation.
“You enjoy worshipping my bum, don’t you?”
Warily, I nodded.
“Good. But you do understand what’s going to happen now that you’ve done that, don’t you?”
My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, and Diane giggled as she saw understanding dawn on my face.
She was going to give her bum – her anal virginity – to Chris!
“But first, I have another job for you!” She grabbed Chris’s softened tool and waved it in front of me.
“This lovely cock looks like it needs some attention before it goes in me again. And I did promise you could have a go,” she sniggered.
I looked up at Chris, who was grinning. His rod, covered in Diane’s juices and his own cum, was still a decent size, despite being flaccid.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked. We’d fooled around a little the year before, giving each other a helping hand, so to speak, but this was a little different. Then, we were equals, but now…
Now, the dynamics had shifted, and he was enthusiastically aiding and abetting my girlfriend in a rapidly evolving sub/dom/bisexual ménage à trois.
Damn, but the idea was hot! I didn’t think I’d ever been more turned on!
Acquiescently, I put my lips around him and closed my eyes at the sensation of taking another man’s cock into my mouth for the first time.
A surprisingly soft, silken texture; a musky, virile, manly scent accompanied by a hint of Diane’s own bouquet. A feeling of friendly dominance complemented by an alluring tinge of humiliation.
And stomach-churning excitement as I felt him rapidly grow in my mouth.
He groaned appreciatively as I took him all the way in, and my nose tickled the hairs on his stomach.
Diane was stroking my hair as I instinctively began to bob up and down on Chris’s manhood. “There’s a good boy, Jason – you’re such a natural little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
I mumbled something unintelligible, and she responded with a delighted laugh.
“Have you got him ready enough to fuck my bum?”
Chris’s cock spasmed in my mouth at Diane’s words, and as I withdrew my lips, his cock was standing at full attention, well lubricated from my ministrations.
“Hmm – impressive!” Diane smirked. She quickly knelt on the bed, arse in the air, looked back over her shoulder and winked.
“Hey Chris, you big stud – take me in the ass and own me forever!” she misquoted.
“Yes, Ma’am!” he replied in an awful attempt at an American accent. He quickly positioned himself behind Diane and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her luring hole.
“Take it slow to start, Chris,” Diane implored with sudden anxiety, as he began to push his way into her.
There followed a very intimate series of oohs and aahs and a very illuminating oh, which, perhaps not very surprisingly, made me suddenly very covetous of their carnal union. And then Diane let out an abrupt little shriek, and I could see that his glans was past her ring, and he had slipped deep into her eager backside.
“Oh, Christ!” uttered Chris in blissful wonder.
“Oh fuck – oh fuck, Chris, that’s tight!” Diane huffed through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” she panted. “I want you to take me – to own me. Treat me like the bad girl I’ve been this evening. Fuck my bum! Fuck it hard, Chris, and teach me a lesson!”
Chris hesitated, obviously unsure and not wanting to hurt her, then resolve overcame his indecision as he decided to play the part she’d given him. “Okay, you impudent slut. Now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for!”
And he slammed his thick member deep into her, making her scream. But he didn’t stop, and she didn’t resist, and his balls were soon repeatedly slapping into her cunt as his cock reamed her backside. Diane’s face was contorted – I didn’t know if in pleasure or pain. It was almost as if she wanted it to hurt.
“Yes,” she cried. “I’ve been a horrible, devious bitch, Chris. Please spank me!” My eyes widened at seeing this new, unexpected aspect of my girlfriend as Chris gave her bum several hard slaps and drove his rod even harder into her backside. Diane had closed her eyes and was moaning with need as she urgently frigged herself with one hand whilst the other thrust several wet, sticky fingers into her demanding cunt.
“I’m coming,” cried Chris for the second time that evening.
“Yes – fill my arse with your hot spunk, you big stud!”
Chris grunted as he emptied his balls into Diane’s bum, and she shrieked in triumph as she joined him in orgasm.
Once they’d stopped shuddering and heaving, Diane opened her glazed eyes and smiled dreamily at me. Her hand grabbed my meat and pulled me unceremoniously towards her.
“I want you to cum on my face, Jason!”
It took only a few strokes of my fingers, and Diane laughed joyfully as I splattered her lips, nose and cheeks with my seed. She deliberately used my cock to spread the gooey fluid over her skin. “Mmm, I do so love cum,” she giggled. “But probably not as much as you.” She leaned forward and cheekily gave me a cummy kiss. “I dare you to lick my bum now,” she whispered, giving me a fiendish smirk.
Chris had extracted himself from Diane, and she now did a one-eighty, and I was presented with the truly messy sight of her stretched backside dripping thick, white cum from her ruined hole down to her hairy quim and onto her thighs. Spellbound, I leaned forward and pushed her buttocks apart.
“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire…” she sighed in contentment as my tongue started its willing work.
All was right with the world, I thought. Definitely a night to remember!
ooOoo
