Suzanne Comes Again Ch. 05

Then we reversed, and I made my way down his legs while Sharon headed up-hill. It was amazing to see her dangle her long heavy breasts into his chest, then face. Rob was in heaven, playing with them, and she batted them back and forth across his face.

I couldn't resist at this point and left off to stroke his penis, just a couple times, then nuzzled his balls and began licking them.

His hips squirmed, excellent.

But Rob was going to call the rest of the shots, he made that quite clear. He had each of us lie on our backs, right next to each other, but with him between us. He kissed our chests, then straddled each of us to drop his balls into our mouths for a lick and suckle, then pushed his dangling, but now erect, cock-head into our mouths for a quick suck. Still damp, he smelled, and tasted, like sperm from his earlier exertions.

His face had the lean, hungry look of a man with an erect penis.

He made his way down our bodies, spreading our legs apart so he could grope each of us. His fingers are thick, rough, but he was pleased to work each of us. His penis was good and hard now, bobbing with the motions of his torso.

He picked me first, settling between my wide-spread legs and teasing my lips with his cock-head. Slowly, he pushed in, his penis forcing its way inside me. He kept a hand on Sharon, fingers playing lightly on her. He looked pleased as punch. A few gentle shoves then a slow withdrawal.

Then over to Sharon for the same. Some lip teasing with the head of his penis, then a deliberate penetration, a few gentle thrusts and a gradual withdrawal.

He impaled each of us three or four times, each time staying a bit longer, his cock looking and feeling harder and harder each time, until it was glistening with our own juices and ramrod stiff. He stared hard into our eyes when he pushed into us, eager, focused.

With a hungry look at Sharon, he settled in on top of her. I knew he would end here, so I re-positioned myself. I wanted a good look, and maybe be in position to offer some "assistance."

He was slow at first, her hands on his back. I traced his ass-cheeks, felt his balls while he moved in and out. For some reason a guy's equipment looks so exquisite from behind, and of course I never had gotten this particular view before. I was transfixed, watching, feeling, caressing his cheeks, urging him on.

Once he turned back to give me a glance while I was playing my fingers along his balls and ass, amused, pretty much telling me with his eyes that he viewed me as one randy wench. This was gratifying.

He turned back and his hips picked up speed and pretty soon was pushing pretty hard into Sharon.

Sharon was getting close. Her hands were holding him tighter, her legs stiffening and her breathing more shallow, more rapid. I wasn't sure Rob was going to hold out long enough for her to come but he did. She clutched him hard, her legs rigid, hips spasming into his and she exhaled hard several times. Her soft body absorbed his thrusts, flesh shaking with the impact.

Rob kept pushing hard, he was close, and I am sure that having Sharon climax underneath spurred him on. Jim told me sometimes that my own orgasm meant I clamped down on his cock so fearful that he'd come straight away.

Rob's rump-cheeks were glorious. I couldn't help but feel them while he drove into Sharon. A frantic mighty heave, then three or four lesser ones as his back arched and contracted, and he sent his sperm home.

Two big sweaty bodies entwined, they were both limp. I ran fingers along each of them, both of them, feeling flanks, ass-cheeks, shoulders, backs, whatever I could reach. Caresses. My two friends. My own crotch was warm, spent. I was happy for their own pleasure too and a little unnerved at how close-up I had been to their fucking.

We were done for the night.

A slow uncoupling, smiles all around, the bathroom shared and used by all of us and we retreated to our own rooms for another exhausted night of sleep.

I whispered an "I love you," to Jim, then said, "Can't wait til tomorrow night." I could get used to this.

*****

The next morning the boys went off after breakfast to play a round of golf. Sharon and I lingered at the breakfast table and talked again. This whole weekend had become a sex-saturated marathon. Thinking of sex, talking of sex, actual arousal later, great thundering orgasms, the sleep of the dead, repeat.

She told me she had enjoyed Rob's night with me along, even more than she had imagined.

We also talked about a walk after lunch. Sharon had been surprised by yesterday's impromptu outdoor hand-work. She said she couldn't remember the last time she had masturbated Rob outdoors. How much she had enjoyed watching me stroke Jim, then do Rob herself.

"It was fun," she smiled shyly. "Like we are over-excited teenagers again."

"So here's an idea for you."

"Oh?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Would you like to trade husbands today? After lunch?"

She gave me an evil grin.

"And so I would take Jim...?"

We agreed for the swap, figuring this ought to surprise the boys, figured they wouldn't mind.

So after our lunch outside on the restaurant patio, we took off on the route we had taken the day before, looping up into the forested knolls overlooking the lake. Hand in hand, I led my Jim along. I saw Rob and Jim exchange a glance, it seemed like they were anticipating a repeat of yesterday.

"One sec," I said to no one in particular. I stopped to "retie" my running shoes. I was in shorts today, not a skirt.

Sharon and Rob caught up to us and I pointed towards the lake. While they looked I came around to the other side of Rob and took his hand.

He looked at me oddly, but gave my hand a squeeze. Sharon drifted over to Jim. I lead the way and we started uphill again.

We didn't speak. All my senses were alert. This was just so damn nasty.

Same place, only this time I dragged Rob over to the tree that had sheltered yesterday's adventures.

I pushed him back against the trunk and leaned up for a kiss. He groped my chest instinctively.

It was just a minute's work to unzip his fly and fish his penis out. It felt nice in my hand, soft and rubbery, but lengthening and swelling quickly.

I kissed him while I fondled, and he rubbed my chest through my shirt, then releasing a few buttons, inside it. As all weekend, I had worn no bra, now inwardly happy I had saved a step and made his groping a little easier. His rough hands felt good on my boobs, nipples now hard. I saw Sharon with Jim over against another tree, his penis out and her hands, both of them, working him.

The sun was out, not quite as hot as the day earlier, and the breeze felt good. My crotch squeezed in anticipation, not for my pleasure, but for that which I would induce.

I had Rob all to myself. It was spellbinding. Dangerously thrilling. His penis was hardening nicely, so thick and strong. I liked the feel of his foreskin as it slid up and down. I liked the feel of his balls in my other hand, I could tease them, cup them, roll them about, squeeze them gently. Heavy hanging balls, churning, making more sperm.

All of sudden I needed him in my mouth. Sharon and I hadn't mentioned this, the idea came out of the blue. But I wanted to feel Rob's penis in my mouth. Wanted it to get harder there. Wanted the pleasure of my own lips around his girth. Just the thought of my tongue slithering around his cock made my head whirl.

I knelt in front of him, wishing immediately that I wasn't in shorts, as my knees were not overly comfortable on the outdoor ground. But that grand penis was right in front of me. I looked closely at its head, in better light than I had ever had before.

Round, thick, smooth, now taut with desire. I had pushed the foreskin down so the head was free. Oh god, how nicely men are constructed!

The smell of an excited penis and a pair of anxious sweaty churning balls is intoxicating. I don't like perfume and wear it only occasionally, but if I could bottle the smell emanating from Rob right here now and wear it, I would be hyper-aroused all day long. Eau de Lust.

Resisting the urge to feed abruptly, I had to slow myself down. A little lick to the tip, one hand cupping his balls, then a wet elongation of my mouth, feeling my lips glide over this cock-head, opening further to encompass his width, then closing tightly and wetly once the entire head was inside. Little soft sucklings, lips wet and gentle.

My eyes closed, every single nerve in my mouth and tongue at attention, I drew all my focus onto this cock-head. The excitement almost made me dizzy.

I went as slowly as possible, wanting the pleasure to go on forever. I licked his shaft, from top to bottom, nuzzled his nuts, smelling, fondling, sucking them one by one. Only once did an errant crotch hair come loose and I had to fish it out of my mouth. I kissed his cock all over, tongue darting when I wanted a taste, always returning to his cock-head, feeling the smooth excited surface.

And enjoying the reflexive movements his hips made while I worked him.

His hands were caressing my hair, while his penis went in and out of my mouth.

I paused frequently to hold his cock up, send a lascivious glance up to him. He returned my gaze. His breathing become more rapid, his hips stiff.

His hands were holding my head more tightly now. I withdrew, wanted to see its final hardness before the end. It gleamed in the sunlight, shining with my saliva, veins out, balls all drawn up. I rubbed his wet cock - "the Beast" - over my face, my cheeks, my forehead, in my hair, stuck my nose into his balls one last time.

Then back to work, lips over his head, sliding up and down, more quickly now, along his shaft. His legs stiffened, I felt his hips moving involuntarily and the first explosive rush of sperm.

It was like a shotgun went off in my mouth. Abrupt, violent, but liquid.

It startled me even as I knew it was due, that first frantic glob in my mouth, then taking him deeper, working my tongue as it pulsed. I felt his ass squeezing, his hips bucking into me, the urgency of his relief immediate.

Pulse, pulse,pulse it went, several times, each one slightly weaker, until he stopped moving. I continued to lick, then nurse at his cock-head. First the head, then his shaft, began to retreat. He finally urged me off completely. I knew this was the same as for Jim, at some point guys cannot take any more contact, however soft.

I looked up into his face, his eyes on mine.

"Sweet," he murmured in thanks, eyes wide.

I looked over, Jim was frantically pushing his hips into Sharon's hands, and then he too divested. I couldn't see the sperm come out clearly, but I knew from the way her stroking changed, and the nature of the thrusts from Jim's body that he had come.

She leaned down to kiss him and a little shudder ran through me. We had each just made our men, each other's man, climax.

It felt good.

After a last look at its damp, deflated condition, I carefully shoveled Rob's penis back into his undershorts and pants, exceedingly gentle with my hand movements.

Sharon had brought a handkerchief along his time, removing it from her hip pocket and mopping up both Jim's penis and her own bespattered hand.

I walked over when they were done, Rob alongside, and leaned in for a kiss to Jim. Sharon and Rob did likewise, and with shining eyes all around, we continued our walk along the lake trail, hand in hand with our spouses, without indulging in much conversation, just looking at each other, then gazing off into the forest, thinking about what we had just done.

Soft breeze, rustling in the tree leaves, my own crotch damp, but willing to wait until later this evening.

*****

Of course I had been thinking about Jim. Of all the "two-on-one" things we would be doing this weekend, this was the only combination that was even close to a replication, from April, with me and Sharon. Not that Jim, or any of us, were expecting to duplicate that evening, naturally that was impossible. If nothing else, big Rob would be witness to the whole thing. He would be watching Jim's penis do things to his own wife. That thought brought me up short more than once.

Jim wasn't exactly cavalier about it all, but despite not displaying any real visible anticipation, you could tell he was looking forward to "his" night.

For a change, and to get things started, Sharon and I took charge of removing his clothes. We hadn't done this before, everyone had taken care of their own clothes. But we made a little routine of taking off each article of his clothing, one at a time, having him sit while we each took off shoes, then socks, eased him back to pull off his shorts and drawers, and finally his shirt after he stood up. His eyes were amused while he watched us perform this little ritual.

Then each of us holding a hand, we escorted him to bed, laid him out, and basically started the same as with Rob, a full-body massage employing tongues, fingers, and nipples. His body is so much leaner than Rob's, you could feel his ribs, his bones and sinews under his skin.

We did depart, a little, from what we did with with Rob, although the next phase started the same. After playing with Jim's penis a bit, each of us getting in a suck-turn, Sharon moved to his head and I let myself down on Jim for a ride on top.

Jim's eyes were wide while Sharon lowered her hanging breasts into his face, over his eye sockets, caressed and cradled his whole head with their softness and volume.

I didn't do much riding, just sat on his penis, giving him a squeeze every so often, as I was taken with the spectacle in front of me. Jim's face was in a continual amused smile, cock occupied in its wet sheath, his face smothered with soft breast caresses.

We reversed and I had Sharon take him from on top. I think I wanted this more than she did, and it was a sight. She would lean forward while she rode him, and her breasts are long enough she could push them into his face, while he could suckle or play with them.

I was happy to just be an auxiliary, although as he started to get a little more frantic with this pushing, I got down to the confluence of their crotches and fondled his balls while he got close.

This was a bit tricky as the movements were getting unpredictable, but with Sharon's weight on top, Jim couldn't move all that much. I could smell both of them, and I caressed Sharron's ass at the same time as I did Jim's balls and had an amazing close up look with the last frantic pushes as he emptied into her.

Then Jim took us a bit by surprise. We were prepared to just linger in between him while he recovered from his first bout, take as long as necessary while we would caress and massage his body. But he insisted on pulling Sharon up his body to straddle his face.

I had done this to Rob, but that had been my desire. Did Jim want to duplicate that? Or maybe show me he hadn't minded it? Or was it his own desire? I was not sure.

But he was happy to kiss her crotch thicket and mons, nuzzle her hair, probe with his tongue until she was squashing her hips into his face. She came hard, fully aroused, and I was treated to the sight of her squeezing those big ass-cheeks as she humped into him. I got a glimpse of Rob's eyes bugging out while she did this.

While we had figured Jim would stay between us during recovery time, he took the lead again, laying each of us out on the bed and attending to our bodies. He was very sweet with me, spending far more time on me, perhaps because he had done Sharon already. He played with breasts, flanks, and got my hips squirming around with tongue attention to my labia.

Sharon got aggressive herself, and while Jim was busy licking me to a slow sweet climax, she got behind him and kissed his balls from behind, stroked his penis while he did me, with the result that his cock was way hard by the time he had brought me off.

It was clear that he was in charge, our plans relegated for the evening, and like Rob, he had both of us lay down side to side and took turn impaling each of us.

Even though he spent a fair amount of time in me, I was done, wasn't going to come again. I was happy just to enjoy his own pleasure moving inside me. He finished in me with a long grunt, and slow protracted thrusts. It was lovely.

Sharon's eyes were gleaming at the end. She made her way over to Rob for a kiss. He couldn't resist rubbing her crotch and ran a finger up her channel to feel how soppy she was. It must have been quite the oozing mess. Hugs to all and we were off to bed, exhausted, for another real solid night's sleep.