Southern Hospitality Ch. 03

John lays me across the bed, not letting me rest this time, mounting me quickly, sinking deep into me, driving his pelvis into mine, grunting and moaning in time to my senseless whimpers. I’m digging my nails into his back, hard, but he doesn’t seem to feel it. I seem to have lost my mind; I’m babbling again, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock go deeper inside.

‘Oh, John, fuck me! Ohhh, yeah… fill me up! Make me cum again… I want you to cum inside me… please… Ahhhh…Deeper, yeah, right there… Ohhh…’

He cums with a yelp, squeezing me so tightly that I can barely breathe. His cum is already running out of my pussy, dripping down my thigh. I grab his ass each time he spasms, to hold him as close as possible, because I don’t want him to get away. I’m crying again, sobbing as he spurts into me, breathing into his ear.

‘I love you so much…’

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I still can’t believe that he’s here with me. I can’t help staring at him as he sleeps, the moonlight pouring over his body, turning his skin an odd tint of blue in the darkness. I almost feel silly, standing over the bed, watching John sleep, his long, muscular limbs sprawled across my bed, making it look smaller than it actually is.

I stand daydreaming so long that I almost fail to notice the sound of the key in the lock of my apartment door. Pulling my robe tight, I close the bedroom door, tiptoeing into the living room, looking around for a handy weapon. I find a hammer lying on a nearby table. I’m holding it behind me as the door swings open, and I almost drop it when Marty switches on the light.

‘Hey! What’s shakin’, Red?’

‘Marty?’ I’m confused.

He’s already taking his clothes off, moving toward me.

‘I see you’re ready for me,’ he leers at me, eyeing my partially open robe. ‘Good girl.’

It’s Friday night. I’ve forgotten all about Marty.

‘Marty, I don’t think…’

‘I brought you something,’ he smiles at me, showing me a bottle of wine.

‘Marty, this isn’t a good time…’

‘What do you mean? This is our time. I reserved it for you, you reserved it for me, every week.’

‘I’m sorry… It’s just that…’

‘Ingrid?’ John’s standing in the bedroom doorway with a confused look on his face.

‘What the fuck?’ Marty’s jaw drops. ‘Who the hell is this cat?’

‘This is John. John…Marty.’

‘Who the hell is “John”?’ Marty’s incensed.

‘I’m an old friend,’ John explains.

‘Old friend, my ass,’ Marty chirps. ‘I don’t have any old friends that like to walk around wearing my bed sheets…’

‘Marty…’ I try to explain.

‘Well,’ he turns away, putting his sweater and coat back on, ‘I guess I’m the third wheel, here. Catch you later, doll…’

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‘Marty, you don’t understand. I love him,’ I’m trying to keep up with him, following him down the hall to his classroom.

‘Miss Logan, have you lost your mind?’ he hisses at me as he closes and locks his door.

‘Yes, I think I have…’

‘You love him, already? And you just met him? …Brother must have a real big dick…’

‘Marty, don’t be crude… I’ve know him for years, I just found him again after a long time… too long.’

I tell him the whole story, about how John and I met, and how we lost each other.

‘Well, Red, I’m happy for you… I knew this thing had to come to an end one day… I’ve been having too much fun.’ He kisses my forehead. ‘…Guess I’ll have to go back to the old ball and chain.’

‘Can I have one last time with you, one for the road?’ I ask, coyly.

‘The janitors are doing our floor first today…’

‘No, I mean at my place.’

‘And have Paul Bunyan put his foot up my ass?’

‘Marty…’

‘Oh, sorry. Paul Bunyan was white. I guess John Henry would be more appropriate…’

‘Marty.’

‘All right, all right. I’m not foolish enough to turn good pussy down. Even if he’s sitting there watching over me. Just don’t complain if I have a few performance issues.’

‘Marty,’ I kiss his mouth, ‘Shut up.’

I set the date for the following Friday. I’ve cooked dinner and lit candles, and put on one of Marty’s favorite jazz records, for atmosphere. He’s running a little late, but I know he’ll turn up; he wouldn’t miss one of our trysts for anything.

When I hear the key turning in the lock, I rush to greet him at the door with a glass of wine. He greets me with a kiss, and I take his coat, handing him the wineglass. He almost chokes on the first sip when he sees John sitting on the sofa.

‘Logan…’ he darts his head toward the kitchen. I follow him, to find him standing in front of the sink, fuming. ‘What’s he doing here?’

I can’t help smiling.

‘Logan, wipe that stupid grin off your face and answer my question.’

‘I invited him, too.’

‘I don’t know what’s going through your crazy mind, but I am not having sex with you in front of that fool…’

‘Marty, there’s no need for you to be insulting. He knows everything, and he doesn’t care.’

‘What red blooded man wouldn’t be mad at the prospect of sharing his woman?’

‘He loves me. And he’s willing to do anything to make me happy.’

‘And what’s that? Watching me fuck you?’

‘If I want.’

He gives me a suspicious look.

‘You’re a kinky bitch, aren’t you? I knew there was something about you.’

‘Will you, Marty?’

‘Hey,’ he concedes. ‘All right. I’ll go with the flow…but I’m not making any promises…’

I jump into his arms, kissing him hard on the lips. He carries me out of the kitchen this way, walking me toward the bedroom.

‘What about dinner?’ I ask.

‘We can eat later.’ He adds, under his breath, ‘I don’t want to be loaded down with a full stomach, you know. I want to be in top form…’

He’s lying on top of me, reaching up my dress to remove my panties, and fishing around for his belt buckle.

‘Marty, what are you doing? You are not going to fuck me with your clothes on…’

He huffs, standing up. John is standing near the foot of the bed, taking his clothes off.

‘What’s he doing?’

‘What does it look like?’ I’m trying not to giggle.

‘Shit, girl, you really are freaky.’

‘Come here, Marty,’ I pull him toward me, pulling his pants down for him, and unbuttoning his shirt. He’s calm enough to allow me to pull out his cock, but after a minute of stroking him, I can tell that I’ve lost his attention.

He’s staring at John, who’s naked now, kneeling above my head. I sit up, to block Marty’s view of John.

‘Damn,’ his eyes widen, staring at John’s ample package. ‘He’s got enough to feed the needy,’ he mutters.

‘You’re not so bad, yourself,’ I wink at him, taking his length into my mouth.

As I’m feeding Marty’s long, thin cock into my mouth, John is lapping my pussy, making it difficult for me to concentrate. After the second time that I almost accidentally bite him, Marty speaks up.

‘Hey, now, slow down a little back there.’

‘Sorry,’ John stops licking long enough to say this.

We continue our efforts, with John licking me slowly and sensuously, causing me to swing my ass back and forth. I can feel Marty’s cock jump as I sway, knowing that he’d love to be back there now, ramming his cock into me.

After I’ve helped Marty to get all wet and hard, I turn to John, shaking my ass in front of Marty, teasing him cruelly. I lick and lap John’s cock; he’s already hard, and it doesn’t take long for his precum to start leaking out.

I straddle John, pushing him down to the bed as I climb over him, arching my back as I sink myself down onto his thick cock. I turn impishly to Marty, who’s behind me, and beckon him to come closer.

‘I want you in my ass, Marty. Right now.’

Marty’s eyes perk up, and he crawls across the bed, lying on top of me, pressing his weight into my back as he circles his cock head around my ass hole. He pushes in with a long thrust, making me squeal, moaning a little at the new feeling of John’s cock on the other side of the wall from his.

I slowly move myself up and down John’s cock, starting us all off. Soon, John and Marty set up their own rhythm, one in, and the other out, over and over. The pressure is unbelievable; I can’t even keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. I’m whimpering into John’s neck, cooing and sighing as they keep up their tantalizing motions. After only a short time, I’m swept away by a deep orgasm, making my toes curl and my hair stand on end.

After a few more mind splitting climaxes, I’m on the verge of passing out. Marty, unable to resist the tightness of my ass, cums first, pulling his cock out to cum on my back. John cums inside my pussy, pushing deep, and gripping me tightly, biting my shoulder as he gasps. We lay together, trying not to doze off, with John in front of me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and Marty behind me, his hands softly stroking my thighs.

‘I guess I’ll have to go back to chasing my wife around the bedroom…’ Marty says.

‘You could probably make a go of it with Miss Jackson.’

‘You think I have a shot with her?’ Marty asks.

‘Yeah. I think she likes you.’

‘She might like me, but I don’t think she’ll be as much fun as you were,’ he sighs.

‘What do you mean?’ I look back at Marty, stroking John’s head while he rests it on my chest.

‘She looks like a church lady, you know, like my wife. I don’t think she’d ever let me get up her ass…’

Marty sounds so serious, that he sounds funny. John tries to stifle a laugh, while I rest my head underneath Marty’s chin.

‘Don’t worry, Marty, I’m sure you’ll find somebody. Your wife might even come around some day.’

‘I doubt it. I doubt that seriously…’ he shakes his head emphatically.

‘Maybe you could introduce her to Miss Jackson.’

‘What? That’s a crazy idea… just ludicrous… maybe… I don’t know. I’ll think about it…’ he ruminates as I drift off to sleep.