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Click hereOnce again, Connie was brilliant, guessing the state I was in. While I hammered my cock into her, she reached back between her legs and frigged herself frenetically. Orgasm number three was less violent than its predecessors, and that helped me. As she shuddered, I pressed myself against her arse, held my cock inside her so there could be no friction, and finally conquered the urge to discharge.
As soon as I withdrew, she rolled on to her back and opened wide for what I knew had to be the last time. At least on this occasion. I lunged into her. I'm afraid it wasn't very delicate or deliberate, I just threw my cock back into that seductive warmth. Reg grasped her ankles and set them on my shoulders.
"Do it now," he said. "Doesn't matter if it doesn't take long. You've been brilliant. Just spunk up her as soon as you are ready."
He was right. I found that i could pull my cock out completely before burying it again, slapping against her mound with each thrust. But the contrast between the cool air outside and the furnace within was such that timing went. Connie scrabbled once more at her clit as I abandoned all sense of helping her and thought only of myself, forcing jet upon jet of cum into her cunt. As I did so I was aware of Reg fiercely jerking his cock until his own tribute spread in a pearly chain across the tits I had sucked with such delight.
It was indeed the end for the day but certainly not the last time three of us contorted our bodies on that bed. With experience, I grew more accomplished, Reg seemed to grow more approving, and Connie seemed to develop the ability to have more and more orgasms.
So that was my basic education, a memory that was never too far at the back of my thoughts, even when I was fucking Beverley. But seldom had it returned with such vivid impact as when it was triggered by the girl reporter.
Later that day, Beverley enjoyed the full benefit.
- COMMENTS
pandsalover 14 years agoAuthorThe authors wish it to be known that they are aware of different usages between US and British English. For example, sidewalk (US) and pavement (British). Therefore, suspenders in the US will be braces to British users; suspenders have an entirely more exciting connotation in Britain. It is equally true that panties on one side of the Atlantic are more commonly called knickers on the other.
Similarly, it might be felt that the author of a previous insulting comment from behind the shield of anonymity will be known in the US as an asshole and in Britiain as a complete arsehole.
MacDukeover 14 years agoPicky. Picky. The previous writer, anonymous Bozo that he is, has obviously never written a story, or even an essay, I dare say. "Spunk" can be used however you like; just the same as "fuck". Thanks for another erotic story about fairly real people. If only Lit had more writing like yours.
MacDuke
Anonymousover 14 years agoThis isn't even grade school level writing as the vast number of mistakes prove. Several times "i" when it should be "I", and "spunk" totally wrong as replacement for "cum", "semen", or "orgasm"; how do these kids keep being allowed to enter stories.
