As she lowered herself down onto his cock she thought:
“This is the best birthday present ever.”
And she didn’t mean her lover’s beautiful appendage. Oh no. She’d had that far too many times to consider it a novel idea for a birthday gift. Not that she didn’t appreciate it. In fact, she moaned as its width split her open. You don’t look down on a package like that even if you unwrapped it every day. She liked her partner’s cock just fine. But it was the figure standing in the shadows that was her real present.
A Third. He’d found them a Third.
She heard her lover groan as she slid him all the way into her, relishing the way her wet pussy made its sticky touchdown against his groin. He was lying on his back with his knees bent over the end of the mattress, his feet planted against the floor. She loved this reclining position as it let her straddle him, facing forward, his only view of her being her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her ass as she drove herself down onto his spike. She let her head fall, her hair brushing against her back as her neck rolled around in pleasure. Completing her downward thrust, she took pause. Lifting her head and opening her eyes, she saw their Third — stroking….stroking…slowly in the shadows. Locking eyes across the room she stretched out her arm and lifted her palm upward, gesturing with one curled finger. The Come-hither.
As the figure moved towards them through the dimly lit room, she reached her arms behind her and leaned back. Their conjoined figures made a sexy pyramid in the flickering candlelight. The Third stood in front of her and she felt fingertips and breath pass lightly over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. She surrendered further to the backward stretch, lowering herself until she lay resting against her lover. She could feel the dry tickle of his chest hairs on her shoulders, and the slightly sticky hair of his stomach and thighs clinging to the small of her back, damp against her buttocks. His cock pressed against the lower lip of her vagina as she lay back, forcing his cock to press forward and up while still inside her. When his slippery length threatened to escape, she wriggled her way down a little further to secure their connection.
With one finger, The Third traced a line from the hollow of her neck, down to the curved split of her body, stopping just before the touch reached her clit. She turned her head and let a hot sigh escape onto her lover’s shoulder. Hearing her pleasure at another’s touch, a deep growl escaped from his throat. He dragged the palms of his hands down her arms, grasping her wrist to pin her to against the mattress.
Her legs were pressed open wide, thrown spread-eagle over her lovers. He pressed his thighs back pulling her knees open a little wider. She took in a quick breath at the stretch in her thighs; at the way her already split-open pussy opened wider to the slightly cool air of the room. They were exposed the two of them – all cock and cunt, onjoined and made available. She released herself to the sensation as their Third began to lick them. At first all she felt was the press of unfamiliar hands on her inner thighs. She knew a tongue was being applied to the base of her lover’s cock. The wet, flat breath of it was sliding along that tense median line between his balls. She knew The Third would tongue the tight skin at the bottom of his shaft. And then The Third would swoop the wetness forward, a curling streak of muscle moving upward, smooth and slick in a languid, fluid motion. She could tell by the moaning of her lover that The Third was working up his shaft, getting closer to the place where their bodies met. Then the transition! The Third’s hot breath and wetness was spreading over them both, tonguing them where her cunt stretched in a wide, tight circle around his pulsing width.
The Third had lingered at this space, pressing against the seal between their bodies. She gasped we she felt the slip of a tongue sliding back and forth to take in each side of her cunt. The tip traced the fold of her pussy on one side of his cock. Then moved over and repeated the down-to-up stroke on the right side. She luxuriated in the feel of an unfamiliar cheek resting against her thigh while the tongue stroked them both repeatedly. A delicious pressure enveloped her as The Third’s tongue tried to slip between the edge of her cunt and the hard shaft of his cock. But he was engorged. She was swollen. There was no passage between them.
She tipped her body slightly around her lover, pressing his tip against the swollen spot inside her. He pressed his hipbones into her and pinned her wrists down harder. Just then Third stopped lapping the folds of her cunt, and reached her clit. She nearly levitated. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to stand on end. Her clit was swollen and protruding above the folds of her labia. The lapping came again and she arched her upper back and cried out. Her lover pinned her tight as the Third wrapped pursed lips around her clit and sucked. The wet suction pulsed in rhythm, stretching her clit and drawing it in, the letting it fall back into place. She began to moan in conjunction with each press-and-release.
Her lover recognized the sound of her approaching orgasm, and released her arms. She lay submissive against him as he drew his hands across her belly, sliding them across her breasts. Their third took an especially long deep draw on her clit, pulling it extra hard, extra long, extra deeply between wet lips. With the suction came the tight press of her lover’s fingers against her tits. A pulse of tongue against her clit. The pinch of his fingers around her tits. Pulse Pinch. Pulse. Pull. Pulse. Twist. There was no escaping the sensation. No deadening of the pain. She was crying out at every motion – when her lover started trusting rhythmically inside her. Now the jab of his cock against her g-spot joined the sensation overload and she felt herself gushing around his cock. Abandoning any sense of rhythm, The Third was licking her mercilessly, eating her out like an animal. One minute her pussy was being feverishly licked. The next all she could feel was the Third’s head as it lashed frantically from side to side, while a mouth thrashed her pussy. Her cries came out is short ragged bursts as the force between her legs pounded harder. Her lover dropped her tits, and pressed his hands hard against
her hip bones driving her down, pressing himself a more deeply into her swollenness, releasing his cum to flow into her. The Third licked her lover’s leavings as they seeped out her, passing beyond the seal of their bodies. She felt a tongue, lips, teeth, still churning against her clit as The Third drank their juices down. The thought of this sticky offering being consumed overwhelmed her already charged senses. She screamed as the explosion of her orgasm rushed into her cunt…her head…her chest. His cock continued to flow inside her. Her cunt pulsed with each orgasmic contraction. The Third sat back, and watched them cum.
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