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Click hereNow all three of us were a sweaty mess. Kendall had come twice. Donald and I not at all, yet.
Kendall took my hand and brought me over to the bed. She had me lie on my back and she mounted me. Now we had a slow fuck, she moving up and down, her hands supported on mine. All I had to do was lie there as she grinded luxuriously into me until she came again, gently and with umming replacing the earlier screams.
She dismounted and removed my condom. Now she took my cock in her hand and began stroking. As she did she kissed me for a long time and then moved down to suck, more gently now, on each nipple.
Eventually I could take no more and came, spurting jism all over my stomach and her hand. She found a towel and we cleaned up.
Then Donald came to the bed and told her, "Do what you did to him."
As I reclined at the top of the bed, I watched Kendall do exactly the same thing to her husband. He came all over himself too.
A week later I was having lunch with Kendall and she told me that it had been fun, but she and Donald decided not to see me any more. I was disappointed, but I can't say it was a surprise. But what a day to hear it. Happy fucking birthday to me!
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KOLKOREabout 17 years agoThis story could perhaps demonstrate why not all true or realistic sounding accounts make for a good story. As I was reading the account of the encounters one after the other, I had the feeling that I fell upon the pages of a log. I started reading somewhere in the middle continued (still in the middle) and ended, still in the middle. It is not meant to be a derisive comment, just an illustration to the fact that not every log and diary entry make for a good story. We have here all the ingredients of a story: characters and conflicting motives. But somehow it all remains dormant. The involvement of the characters with each other as well as the conflict remains in the potential, and therefore there is no real resolution either, more of a symbolic cut off time (the day of “Me’s” birth day). *****
I’ll have to confess, what little enthusiasm I could ever master in my imagination for this kind of sexual arrangement, quickly disappeared along with those sad and awkward threesomes.
Erotonautabout 17 years agoThe very first "reviewer" probably never read the story. The way the story never came out the way the narrator intended is way nearer the mark than most stories here.
