Sexy Fun at the OK Carral Ch. 01

One of Jen's hands begins to pump Paul's scarlet hued cock, the other maddeningly fapping her over excited clitoris. That's enhanced by the vision of the curvy outline of Rowan's taut butt as he bends forward to exhale on Paul. Paul arches his back off the carpet, and spews forth a geyser of cum which splashes the others' chest. The rebounding love-goo drips down Jen's cleavage, and summons her final climax.

Rowan is the last to fire. He withdraws his cock from Paul's disappointed cock-vacant asshole, only to jack all over his chest. His last money shot is aimed at Paul's throbbing gape.

After a time, the participants restore their breaths. They rise to wobbly stances, leaning against each other for mutual support. Sweat pours from every pore. The ambiance of sex heavily infuses the stale humid air. Rowan, in the middle, extends his arms to embrace the oxygen-deprived couple.

"Whew! Terrific everyone. Thank you so much for sharing your love with me this evening. This calls for ice water, all around," exclaims Rowan.

With Paul still hunched over with exhaustion, the Mrs. speaks, "Sounds great 'Ro, if we can call you that."

"After all that's happened here tonight, you can call me anything your heart's desire. And, BTW, my name really is Rowan. It'll be on the business cards you'll take with you... for future appointments," a wink and a close lipped smile danced on his flushed countenance...

Until their next time... maybe.

Now get on your back, legs spread, butt on top of this pillow... Good. Rowan, are more apropos, man-ho extraordinaire, take him! I wanna see his cum spurt high in the air when you batter his 'p-spot'."

Jen positions herself on her knees behind Rowan. She quickly gives Rowan a backwards blow job to lube his cock for impaling her husband's ass. She gets Rowan to crouch between Paul's legs, and guides his glorious tumescence up against Paul's nether hole. Paul grimaces at first contact, but then relaxes to facilitate the insertion. The trepidation and initial discomfort at being stretched for the first time gradually subsides, and Paul's anal resistance does the same.

Paul can't believe how pleasurable he finds it to get fucked up the ass by a guy. He's actually enjoying the relinquishing of control and being a bottom. Rowan's smooth gliding cock is rubbing against the bundles of pleasurable erogenous zones within his rectum and anus. Paul's own cock is gyrating with each authoritative thrust from Rowan. That's keeping his dick as hard as possible, stimulating the head as it roughly flops against his pubes.

Rowan is feeling Paul's silky walls alternately grip and release his cock head. The divine friction and squeezing is igniting Ro's senses. He holds fast onto the base of Paul's shaft to use as a fulcrum. Of the many assholes he's had the pleasure of plundering, Paul's constricting married virgin hole outshines them all. It won't be long till his "O #2" occurs.

Jen senses the pending dual male climaxes, and preemptively hops onto her husband's face, She grinds her sodden v-j-j down onto him while tweaking, then pulling her engorged nipples. They're so excited it's almost painful, but puts her in a tantric aura. She forcibly replaces Rowan's hand on hubby's pistol with hers. She tilts forward towards Rowan and applies a hungry French kiss onto his panting mouth.

One of Jen's hands begins to pump Paul's scarlet hued cock, the other maddeningly fapping her overexcited clitoris. That's enhanced by the vision of the curvy outline of Rowan's taut butt as he bends forward to exhale on Paul. Paul arches his back off the carpet, and spews forth a geyser of cum which splashes the others' chest. The rebounding love-goo drips down Jen's cleavage, and summons her final climax.

Rowan is the last to fire. He withdraws his cock from Paul's disappointed cock-vacant asshole, only to jack all over his chest. His last money shot is aimed at Paul's throbbing gape.

After a time, the participants restore their breaths. They rise to wobbly stances, leaning against each other for mutual support. Sweat pours from every pore. The ambiance of sex heavily infuses the stale, humid air. Rowan, in the middle, extends his arms to embrace the oxygen-deprived couple.

"Whew! Terrific everyone. Thank you so much for sharing your love with me this evening. This calls for ice water, all around," exclaims Rowan.

With Paul still hunched over with exhaustion, the Mrs. speaks, "Sounds great, 'Ro, if we can call you that."

"After all that's happened here tonight, you can call me anything your heart's desire. And, BTW, my name really is Rowan. It'll be on the business cards you'll take with you... for future appointments," a wink and a close lipped smile danced on his flushed countenance...

Until their next time... maybe.