Visiting Friends

Watching Mollie’s talented tongue dance over her wet fingers had me wondering what that tongue would feel like dancing over some hard, throbbing portion of *my* anatomy.

I think that was the naughty idea Mollie had in mind, too, but she had a treat for me before that.

With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and caught herself on one hand, making sure the wettest one didn’t touch the floor. In a three-legged crawl, she closed the slight distance between us, knelt as close to the couch as she could get, then extended her fingers to me.

With a wicked smile of my own, I leaned in and took her fingers in my mouth. Immediately, my mouth exploded with the taste of pussy. Apparently, Mollie hadn’t really licked that much of her juice off her fingers, because it seemed that there was an *awful* lot of flavor to be had. Not that I was complaining, it was a taste I looked forward to getting a lot more of.

When our eyes met again, I saw many promises, and moaned at the thought. I hoped I’d be staying long enough to partake of as many pleasures as I was being promised.

So entranced I was in what Mollie and I were doing, that I found I'd completely forgotten about Bill. That is, until his stiff cock crept into my peripheral vision. Larger and larger it loomed, until the head lay right against the corner of my mouth.

This was an invitation I'd traveled two thousand miles to accept. I was so wrapped up in the erotic heat of the situation, that it was only with a shred of regret that I slipped Mollie's fingers from between my lips. Turning my head the slightest bit, I found myself face to face with Bill's swollen cock head. I think my own cock swelled a little more when I felt myself extend my tongue and with a quick little flick, for the first time, tasted the pre-cum from another man's hard penis. The flavor was only slightly different from my own, and mixed with the aftertaste of Mollie's pussy, I wanted more.

I was losing myself in the moment, in the sensuous energy we were generating, in the wonderful nigh-taboo act I was about to take part in. A brief thought of, 'What would the people back home think if they could see me now?' flitted through my mind, but I was so taken by what I was about to do, I doubt anything could have deterred me.

Before, when I'd thought about such things, I imagined myself holding the cock in my hand, comparing the length and girth to my own, examining closely the shape of the head, the pattern of the veins running down the shaft. I imagined gently cupping his balls in my palm, caressing the soft skin and playing with each nut in turn, wondering in the feel of another man's most masculine parts. Before doing anything else, I'd examine every inch of his cock and balls, committing each sight to memory, until I knew his genitals as well as my own. Then, I'd start to lick and suck my way around everything, just the way I like it myself, before "taking the plunge."

Oh yeah, I'd thought about what it'd be like to do this. I just never thought the opportunity would arise to try it, much less that I'd ever have the balls to actually do it, given the chance.

Now, here I was, the cock hovering before my lips, Bill being exceptionally patient, waiting for what was next. I could have chickened out right there, and I was *pretty* sure Bill would have understood, but as I said, I was riding the wave of erotic power we were creating, and although there was a tiny flash of apprehension, it was nothing before the tidal wave of lust I was feeling.

All those imaginings I'd had before were flung out the window. All the touchy-feely shit could wait. Mollie had done a fine job of enflaming my erotic passion, and subduing my doubts.

Just as I'd watched Mollie do earlier, my mouth opened, and my lips closed over the head of Bill's hard cock.

There was a small voice inside me that screamed, "What the fuck are you doing!" but it could barely be heard over the roar of the curiosity that had been building in me ever since I'd sent the message saying I was coming to California. I thought I'd lose my nerve when confronted with actually doing what I was now doing, but Bill's cock tasted great, and I regretted all the time I'd wasted *wondering*.

As the old cliche goes: "Only a woman knows what feels best to another woman." Similarly, I sucked Bill's cock the way I liked my own worked on. For a first timer, I must have been doing alright, because Bill was moaning and groaning even more than he had when his wife blew him. While I played, I reached up and felt Bill's hanging balls, and marveled at how loose they still were.

While Bill's cock wasn't huge, I still found myself surprised at how full my mouth felt with his hot, stiff manhood in it. I didn't think I was up to taking more than I already had, but I certainly wanted to take as much as possible before I headed back for home. Fortunately, there was still plenty of time.

Suddenly, it dawned on me: I was a cocksucker! I usually didn't give any thought to such (typically) derogatory terms, but I'd resigned myself to "cuntlicker" a long time ago. And at the moment, with as hot and dirty as we were being, and as much hotter and dirtier as I hoped we'd get, such language fit quite aptly. With a happy moan, I accepted the realization of this added label gladly. I was having so much fun, and felt so good doing it, that it couldn't possibly be wrong.

Reveling in my newfound oral freedom, a brief thought popped into my head: Where had Mollie gotten to?

I didn't need to wonder for long. First, I felt dainty fingers wrap around my hard-on and slide up and down a couple times, using the pre-cum that oozed down my shaft for lubrication. Just when I felt like I'd explode from the fantastic handjob, Mollie pushed me gently down on the couch. Bill just followed my mouth along, not wanting to break contact with my first cock.

Once on my back, Mollie grabbed my ankles and pushed them toward the ceiling. I bent my knees, pulling them to my chest, hoping I knew what was coming. I wasn't disappointed when I felt the electric sensation of Mollie's tongue flickering over my asshole. Through our email correspondence, both Mollie and Bill had told me about their love of rimming. I'd had it done to me a couple times in the past, so I knew how good it felt. Those times had been wonderful, but they were nearly nothing compared with the awesome sensation caused by someone who *truly* enjoyed it!

When Mollie's tongue stabbed into my tight asshole, my mouth opened wide with a surprised gasp. Bill, not one to miss an opportunity, laid his cock right on my tongue and pushed forward.

I was grateful Bill wasn't bigger, because now his cock head lay at the back of my throat. Apparently I'd been wrong when I thought I couldn't take any more. I marveled at the fact that I wasn't gagging at the intrusion, but was proud of myself because of it.

With his erection so deep in my mouth, my nose just touching his pubic bone, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't know if I should just continue fucking his shaft in and out like I had been doing, or just let it sit and do other things. For a minute, I decided to just let myself get used to having a cock so far into my mouth, and continued to play with Bill's balls.

Mollie's tongue, meanwhile, was doing a mad dance over my butthole, sending shockwaves through my body, waves I hoped I was translating into great sensations on Bill's cock. Mollie was a phenomenal rimjob artist, and while I sucked her husband, I felt deeply honored to be treated to her talent so soon after meeting her.

Sufficiently satisfied I was used to the intruder poking the back of my throat, I started to slowly fuck the drooling shaft in and out of my mouth once again. I'm not sure what the difference was when Bill put his cock in my mouth, as opposed to my doing it myself, but again, I was only able to take just so much before I couldn't take any more.

Bill didn't seem upset by the fact that I was again unable to deep throat him. His wife giving my butt the rimming of a lifetime, I looked up Bill's body and watched his face contort as I did my best to make him feel good. I'd never tried it before with another guy, but hell, I'd never sucked one before either, so I reached between Bill's legs and started to run a finger up and down the crack of Bill's ass.

The moan that came from his lips told me he was ready for whatever I had in mind. With my mouth wrapped around his beautiful, stiff penis, I think Bill *wanted* what I had in mind. His body shuffled back and forth a little as he slid his feet further apart, spreading the cheeks of his smooth butt, and giving me better access to the tight little pucker at their center.

I, of course, was doing quite a bit of moaning, myself, I was so enjoying what I was doing and what was being done to me. Mollie was untiring in her voracious loving of my ass, and I found myself not minding in the least that she was avoiding my cock and balls altogether.

Just as I started to push a finger against the ring of Bill's asshole, he pulled away, surprising and confusing the hell out of me. Was I doing something wrong? Had he been lying when he said he liked to have his butt played with? Mollie'd been playing with it earlier. What the fuck was happening?

The smile returned to my face when Bill started to lay over my body in a sixty-nine, so he could suck me at the same time I sucked him, and so Mollie could continue what she'd been doing the past several glorious minutes.

As quickly as possible, I got Bill back in my mouth, and gasped again at the feeling of my own cock being swallowed.

Now, this was another first for me. I'd had my cock sucked many times before, but always, I'd been sucked by women. It had always been an otherworldly experience, and I had no intention of giving it up, but Bill was doing things to me I couldn't remember a woman doing before.

Mollie's mouth on my ass, coupled with the mindfuck I was giving myself at my first cocksucking, not to mention the expert blowjob Bill was giving me had me barreling toward an orgasm in a big hurry.

Was it *my* voice telling Bill to stop sucking me? Fuck, I wanted to cum in the worst way (or best way, however you want to look at it), but I knew I'd have to rest for a while before I'd be able to do anything more, and I didn't want to quit just yet.

With some reluctance, Bill slipped his mouth off me, and I gave him one more quick in-and-out, promising myself to taste more of him later, feel it pulse as it shot jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth, and get my first mouthful of another man's semen, straight from the source.

God, was I really becoming such a slut? I'd had nasty thoughts before, but I was thinking things I'd only imagined in the past. I was going into overload. I wanted sex almost any way I could get it, and knew these two would do practically anything I wanted to make those wishes reality. It was an overwhelming thought, but one I could deal with.

Bill rolled off me, and I very reluctantly stretched back out, forcing Mollie to end her furiously enthusiastic rimjob. Glancing at each of them in turn, I could see the question in both their faces. Before either of them could ask, I turned to Mollie, "Now, for some of this pussy."

At the sound of that, Mollie and Bill glanced at one another with huge grins on their faces. Suddenly, I was taken by the apparently total lack of jealousy in these two. They simply wanted the other to feel good, regardless of who that other was, and if they managed to get some overt pleasure in that accomplishment, all the better. Bill seemed truly delighted in the idea that I liked his wife enough to want her, and that she was going to get some of what he'd gotten just a few minutes before.

I got off the couch, brushing against Bill's hard-on in the process, and knelt on the floor while Mollie arranged herself. While she squirmed trying to get herself aligned in front of me, she swung one leg up and over my head, giving me a delicious view of her clean-shaven pussy.

Getting a little impatient while Mollie wiggled and jiggled trying to find a spot she liked, I reached out and grabbed her hips. With a little squeal from her, I dragged her pretty little ass to the edge of the couch.

Oh my, the smell of hot, horny pussy that wafted up from between that girl's spread legs... I nearly came from the intoxicating odor! Seconds away from diving down to get closer to the source of that amazing aroma, I was surprised by the feeling of fingers on my cock. I'd gotten so hypnotized by the sight and smell of Mollie's fabulous cunt that I'd forgotten that there was someone else in the room.

This was happening quite a lot with these two. It was quite a testament to how sexy I found them to be, to get so distracted.

Anyhow, Bill had knelt down beside me and taken my stiff cock in his hand and started to stroke it. I let myself be led by this man to his wife's waiting pussy. A drop of pre-cum leaked from my cock and dripped onto Mollie's hungry, distended clit just before Bill guided my cockhead up and down the length of her hot slit.

My god, I could hardly wait to feel more. I shivered while Bill ran my cock up and down Mollie's pussy, before he placed the head at her soaking entrance. I concentrated for a minute, my cock twitching in the shallow penetration, trying to keep from cumming right then and there. I'd been excited since I arrived, and the activity that had been going on since Bill and Moll got home had me building higher and higher.

Feeling my cock pulsing, just barely parting her pussy lips, soon had Mollie panting in erotic desperation. I glanced over at Bill, who had removed his hand once he'd placed me where I wanted to be, and watched for a moment as his own cock twitched in sympathy to mine in his wife. A whimper out of Mollie drew my attention back to the matter at hand, and I watched my cock sink slowly into her dripping pussy as I pushed my hips forward little by little, forcing myself to take some time.

Far too shortly, though, I was as deep as I could go, and let out a low moan the same time, a similar sound came from Mollie's lips. Oh god, she felt good! I couldn't imagine how Bill ever managed to get anything done, with a pussy like this so close at hand.

Mollie's pussy had all but sucked my cock inside, then held me in place when our pubic areas touched. Had I wanted to, I'd have been unable to start stroking in and out of her, her inner muscles gripped me so tight. Fortunately, I was in no hurry. Mollie's pussy felt so good, I had no intention of rushing anything. At that point, I think if I could have spent the entire visit right here, I'd have considered my trip well worth it.

I had no idea how long I stayed there, sunk to the hilt inside Mollie's cunt, but it was a blissful time, and as I said earlier, there was no rush. When I did finally move, I wasn't the one who led the initial movement. In fact, Mollie's pussy practically spit my cock out on its own, then drew it back in, all by itself.

Realizing I'd had my eyes closed, I finally opened them to see Mollie below me, a vague smile on her face, but more than that, a look of intense concentration. The product of that concentration was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and bet that I'd never feel again from any other woman. Mollie's pussy was fucking me, seemingly, all by itself, with little other movement from either of us.

I dragged my own concentration from what was happening to my cock, and met Bill's eye. He sat there with an ear-to-ear grin on his face, obviously knowing what his talented little wife was doing to me, and the look on my face must have told him how much I was enjoying myself.

After several minutes where Mollie milked my cock furiously, I finally felt the intense pressure ease, and a slow sigh escaped from her as she relaxed from the difficult control she'd been maintaining. At the sound of her sigh, I looked down and saw the tired, but blissful look she wore. Her eyes were closed, and I think she was now simply concentrating on the sensation of my cock filling her tight little pussy.

I remained still while she lay there. I was waiting for some kind of indication that she wanted me to move. Occasionally I felt her inner muscles grip, then release, but nothing like the intense feelings she'd been causing earlier.

Eventually, her eyes opened, and a broad smile appeared on her face when she looked up at me. She was definitely pleased I was there, as much - probably - as I was.

Slowly, I moved my hips back, drawing my shaft from her grasping cunt. We both gasped at the feeling. The milking bit she'd been doing to me had inched me closer to climax, I had to move slowly to keep some semblance of control, otherwise, as with Bill, I'd be shooting off within seconds, and still I wanted all this to last.

While I fucked in and out, I was concentrating so hard on keeping my cool and not cumming right away, that I lost sight of Bill. I'd have been happy for him to stick his cock in my mouth again. It might have distracted me a little from the sensational thrills coursing through my genitals, but Bill had disappeared.

Or so I thought.

I jumped when I felt hands on my ass. This was the first time another man had fondled any portion of my anatomy in a sexual manner. I knew this whole visit was going to be chock full of firsts for me, primarily in relation to this man whose fingers were caressing my butt. I'd never thought how sensitive my rear could be, but just the feeling of Bill's fingers on my skin was something special. A grunt of surprise escaped my lips when his hands each grabbed a cheek and squeezed firmly. Women had grabbed my butt before, but never like this. Bill's strong fingers dug deep into the flesh, almost hard enough to make it hurt. When I tensed up in reaction to that firm grip, Bill whispered, "Relax, Sus. Relax." It was the first I'd ever heard of his voice, and there hadn't been a spoken word in the room since I'd said I needed Mollie's pussy. The sound was kind of a shock.

I willed myself to relax my butt. As I slowly managed to do so, I felt Bill's fingers dig deeper into the yielding flesh. After a short while, he released me, but his fingers didn't stop exploring. They roamed all over my ass, lower back and down my thighs. Every time his hands tickled down my leg, I felt a ghost of anticipation on the back of my balls.

While Bill caressed my backside, I found I'd stopped moving again. Mollie didn't seem too worried by it, in fact, she started in again with her pussy milking trick. That didn't last long, though, she'd apparently spent herself pretty much the first time. When Mollie's pussy stopped pulsing, that's when Bill's fingers dropped into the crack of my ass. His touch remained feather light, and when it brushed against my puckered anus, I couldn't help but moan.

Of course, I found myself thinking that if he started licking my asshole there was no way I was going to be able to keep from cumming. He didn't rim me, even though he spent a lot of time tickling that sensitive spot. A big moan was pulled out of me when his fingers slipped down and caressed my balls.

By now, it didn't matter that it was another man touching my balls and ass. My cock was sunk into the most fantastic pussy I could remember ever being in, and what Bill was doing to me was simply added sensation. Bill knew just what to do with my balls as I fucked Mollie, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, in spite of all the care I was taking to make it last.

Suddenly, I no longer felt Bill playing with me back there, and I stopped and looked behind me to find him completely gone. I was going to ask where he'd disappeared to, when Mollie reached up, grabbed my nipples and pulled me down on top of her. Now, my nipples aren’t particularly sensitive, and being a guy, they don't stick out much, so she had to grab pretty tightly to pull on them, and I was certainly going where they went.