Lesley and Dennis

Suddenly, she clamps her thighs tightly, forcing Dennis's head away from her. He knows what is happening and moves proudly from her, lowering her feet to the mat. He moves up to us, the other side of Lesley's relaxed body and puts his tool in her hand. Lesley moves her face allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth as she looks up at her man.

I love it as she smiles up to him, and holds our knobs, one in each hand. Dennis follows my lead and reaches down for her breast; she sighs and rubs her hand up his belly to his chest, a loving gesture.

"I want to do that!" I say to her.

"Good on yah Bruce!" Dennis grins as he urges me to have a go.

As I move away from her, she grips my tool as if to slow me down. I stop my greedy dash and instead bend over her and kiss her gently on her lips. She returns the kiss very briefly so I move down her neck. I see the two mounds of flesh hanging heavily to each side of her chest. I lift both breasts so that they form a small swell on her chest. Two lovely, brown nipples are facing me and I kiss them both in turn.

My head is bursting with lust as I nibble the two buds, allowing my teeth to bite gently. I sigh suddenly, as I try to breathe and this sets Lesley sighing too. I want to thrill her body, but in my head I want to make her cum with my tongue. I move down her belly now, crudely licking her skin as I head toward her slit. I push her bent legs down as I move around her, my knob now released by her.

I am now in control; I look at her and her man. He smiles at me, urging me to take what I want, she sighing, knowing that I want to taste her intimate body.

I crudely pull her ankles apart, the TV shinning its diffuse light over her sex. I see again the mass of black hair, shocking in contrast to her white skin. I love this feeling, I watch her face as she stares at me, knelt between her legs; I stroke my aching knob as she watches me. While I do this, I nudge her thighs wider with my knees, moving slowly toward her open sex.

Now, I grip her thighs and crudely push them wide. Pulling the cloth of the flimsy panties away from her, I see that her hairs form two sticky clumps on each side of her slit. I can see her lovely swollen lips clearly now, large and long. I move closer and spend many seconds looking at the detail of her, pulling the lips open by tugging at her wet hair.

I can feel her sigh as she tries vainly to close her legs; feeling so vulnerable as my lusty gaze devours her soft sex. I move down to her and breathe in the sweet musky scent of her excitement. I want to keep looking at her but I have to touch her with my tongue.

It is my nose that touches her first. Hot and sticky, her slit parts for me. The sensation on my nose is so strangely exciting and now my tongue joins in. Her pussy has very little taste so I let my tongue delve deeply into her hole. I realise that she is gasping as I wriggle my tongue in her tiny sexhole.

I lay down now so that I can lick her easily. Her legs drop apart for me as she gives me her most intimate part. As I tease her slit with my tongue and lips, I gaze up at her as she adores her man's tool. Dennis idly lifts her breasts as he watches me eat her greedily. I realise that I am rubbing my solid tool on the mat, trying to relieve the sensuous ache in my belly.

I move my right hand up to her slit, gently, easily pushing my middle finger into her. By its own volition, it curls upward to touch her G-spot, a small patch of firm skin just inside her. As I caress this, I suck her clit and lips into my mouth. I feel the sharp tip of her little bud on my tongue and I repeat her action on me by flicking my tongue over it.

Together, my finger and tongue force a gasp from her. Her thighs clamp my head in place as she starts to shake her hips up and down. I feel the muscles in her legs as she tenses, rubbing harder on my face.

I thrill at the degree of her response to my sensuous kiss. It thrills me to sense how responsive this woman is. A hand comes down and grips my hair. Thighs grip my head and I feel muscles tighten on my finger. My mouth is filled with liquid as she either cums in my mouth or lets out a jet or two of pee. I hear only the faint, muffled sound of her gasping as she enjoys my kiss.

I let out the liquid in my mouth and it pours down her slit, between her buttocks and into her loose panties, spilling out onto the mat. The hand pulling my hair suddenly pushes my head away from her. I lift myself and allow her thighs to clamp tightly on her sex, covering, protecting.

I repeat Dennis's actions and walk on my knees up to her side. This time, she ignores us and curls her legs upward, eyes closed, unaware for a few moments of us two guys.

I look at him, almost twins, we kneel at her side, two aching erections hovering over her body. I whisper to him that I have never felt so excited.

"I knew she'd be good!" he said back to me, so that she could hear. "We should take a break now Bruce, so that she can prepare for more."

Strangely, a break seemed appropriate, even though I would have happily rammed my tool into her and filled her with my lust.

Dennis moves from us and brings back a beer glass from the small table by the chairs. Unlike his normal behaviour, he first offers the glass to Lesley. She nods and tries to sit up. I help her and Dennis greedily gulps beer from the glass.

"Save some for us!" she growls at him, for being so impatient.

When she is seated between us, he offers her the glass and she sips from it. Holding on to the glass, she takes many sips. As she gains control of her shaken body, she starts to take longer sips. The sweet liquid runs from the glass into her happy mouth. I see that she will finish the last of the beer, so I move over to the table and pick the glass I had been using.

Still full of the beer that Lesley had served to me, I take a long gulp. The cool liquid rolls around in my belly, spreading comfort and warmth within me. I guess that Lesley feels this too. I offer her the glass and take the empty from her. I can't move away again so I place it on top of the TV. As she drinks, I sit beside her and urge Dennis to do the same.

We both cuddle her in our arms as we snuggle close. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, sitting like a young girl. Our eyes are drawn up to the TV and we see my favourite film female again.

Mature, in her forties and very pretty, she is in a room with her husband and another man. It sinks in that they are reflecting us in their actions. I pull her close and whisper to Lesley, "she loves this bit!"

The film shows a scene similar to ours where the two men kiss and adore her, undressing her and explore her exposed body.

"Maybe I should have paid more attention to his films." Lesley said, waving her hand in Dennis's direction. "I might have discovered this ages ago!"

"You've always fancied two men!" Dennis replied, laughing.

"It's not the sort of thing you do everyday though, is it?" She giggled back, relaxing again.

I look at her as she sips more of the beer. I gaze at her breasts, visible between her chest and knees; hanging sexily, waiting for more attention.

On the screen, the woman, much slimmer, rolls on top of her husband's friend as she guides his tool into her. Her man watches, as does the film audiences, as the long rod stretches her cleanly shaved slit. As the tool fills his woman, he kisses her buttocks and slides his tongue over her little bum. The scene plan is obvious.

"I don't want anything like that!" Lesley stated, as if she wanted to get this thing straight. Anal sex had not even entered my head as a possibility here, so I let the comment go. Maybe it is meant for her man!

We watched the threesome for a few more minutes and finished the beer. I snuggled up to Lesley, she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to her. Dennis leaned onto her side and wrapped an arm around her knees, still bent up in front of her. I sensed her looking at me as I watched the lovely woman on the screen.

Turning to her, she leaned forward and kissed my lips as if to pull me away from the video fantasy. It was a soft and gentle kiss, full of affection yet not inhibited by the presence of her man. I want to kiss her still, so I caress her chin softly and hold her still as I kiss her lips in return. I kiss her many times, short gentle touches with my lips on hers. She sighs, I breathe in her gentle breath, filling my lungs with hers; the hint of alcohol filling my senses with desire.

I let my tongue touch her upper lip, slightly parted; I feel her white teeth as I brush close to her. I repeat the move, each time I linger on her lips. Now, I gently nudge my tongue into her mouth. She does nothing but sigh. I smooth my hand on her face, moving toward her mouth from her cheek. As I softly touch the inside of her mouth, she lets out gentle sighs.

I know she feels good. Dennis watches the TV, maybe unaware of the affection that we are sharing. In a strange, spontaneous gesture, I push my tongue under her top lip and over her teeth. It is such a strange thing to do, yet it thrills me. I sense her head shudder as I do this, and I do not want to stop.

I move beside her so that I can face her. My tongue is permitted to continue, in a second or two, her hand rests on my arm urging me on. I push my tongue over her teeth to her gums, farther still until I feel where her cheek joins. The kiss is so intimate, that I cannot stop it. Lesley gasps in my mouth repeatedly as I do this and I sense that she is responding to my sensuous kiss.

In a while, our mouths close over each other and we begin a slow and long kiss, filled with affection and desire. I cup her face with both hands and kiss her, still slowly, but now fully, with love and passion. Her hand rests on my arm still, mesmerised.

We move together, slowly falling back. Dennis looks at us and moves to the side, giving us room. I do not sense any anger at our kiss, so I continue. Lesley pulls me over her body and I part my legs so that my knees rest on the mat at her sides.

Dennis moans at the sight of us like this and mumbles something we don't hear. I go on with my kiss and Lesley holds my neck with both hands. As we kiss, her hips rub into mine, my solid tool squeezes between her clamped legs. I push my elbows to the mat and slide them together, squeezing her breasts up to my chest. As I slide my body over hers, the dampness of sweat between us makes our skins slippery. I rub my hips against hers now and I tease her with my hard rod, nudging it against her crotch.

She pulls my head to hers now, as she parts her thighs. I lift my weight to my knees and allow her legs to open by lifting one knee at a time. Now I am between her legs again. I can't see this, but I can visualise my cock, pointing crudely at her slit. I move forward and feel the protective layer of silk over her.

Quickly, I reach down and pull the cloth to one side. I still do not see, but confidently, I move the tip to her sex. Like a marksman, my tip nudges into her slippery slit. I flench my muscles so that my rod flips up and down; it rubs along her wet lips making her gasp beneath me, filling my lungs with her breath.

Slowly, I push; my progress is stopped by her pubic bone, but as I push, the tip of my tool slips downward and suddenly fills her entrance as we get closer. The heat from her shocks me; I stop like this, hovering in the air above her, as if the only connection was her sex and my cockhead.

I feel her hips shudder and so I lower myself onto her; pinning her down with my hips and my knob. She is so wet that I slide into her effortlessly. As I fill her, so her hips shudder in an uncoordinated movement. I sense the tightness of her hole as I fill her completely.

I move in and out a few times and soon, my tool is buried in her flesh. I want to ram her hard and fast, but again, ignoring my own desire, I lie still on her and take in the sensations of our bodies as our excitement grows. In this way, I feel her sex muscles as they twitch uncontrolled by her. In response, my own knob jerks and flenches in her boiling smooth tube.

I gradually press into her and feel the wetness around her swollen lips, leaving damp coolness around my stump and hanging balls. As I push, so she meets me and lifts her hips so that our bodies press tightly. I realise that we have been kissing for a minute or two and I start to move my tongue in her mouth.

As we kiss like this, our bodies take over the action and slowly, we start to make love. I am aware of the coolness from the air around my tool as I withdraw. We move together again and I concentrate on the feeling of her tiny hole as I slide into her. I enjoy the feeling of my tool, as if it were much longer than normal as I slowly fill her repeatedly.

After a few deep strokes, Lesley lifts her legs and plants her feet next to my knees. This allows her to raise her hips in time with my penetrating stroke. Slowly, we both move in time. It seems as if we both want to fuck furiously, but both control our action so that it is deliberate and accurate.

As we get our movement coordinated, so we feel each other better. I withdraw completely, knowing that my tool will find her entrance easily. As I lower again, so my tool slips gently into her belly. I feel the swollen flesh of her excited lips around my shaft and then the sharpness of her clit on my pubic bone. I hold my body on hers when I feel this and I know that she is close to her climax.

Her hands push my back down on her, guiding me, urging me to crush her flesh with mine. I want to feel her tight hole on my shaft so I pull out again and enjoy the sensation of her inner landscape caressing me; rippling over my rod.

I feel her tighten as I fall on her and this time she flips her feet on my thighs. With her hands she pushes me onto her and I thrill at the sensations she can feel. I allow her to hold me down and push a little more so that I crush her sexflesh. I feel her hole ripple and shudder over my tool as I hold it deep inside her. She gasps again and I breathe in her alcohol and sex scented breath.

Kissing passionately, we stiffen our bodies as she climaxes. I try not to move but instead allow our flesh to rule. As she shudders beneath me, I feel the strong urge to cum, as my balls release their seed into my belly. I feel that I may delay it if I remain still, but my tool is responding to her body and mind, not mine.

Suddenly, my tool jerks again, and seems to grow even longer in her; my seed rushes from me and fills her tight hole. I cannot even start to move in her and I realise that we are both immobilised by our lust. My boiling spunk splashes her inner belly and fills her with my love and desire. Her heels dig into my thighs, immobilising, thrillingly painful.

I can feel my chest slide over her trapped breasts, both of us soaked in our own sweat. We continue to kiss as we share the most intense sensations. Our bellies are wet and slippery too, as are our thighs; any part of our bodies that touch, are soaked in desire and lust.

In a few moments, we both relax, as if given a cue. We did not move when we climaxed, and still we do not move, but we both relax. This seems to amplify the sensations that we have; I am aware that my tool has softened inside her yet it still thrills with her tightness and heat.

We stop kissing and I move my head so that I rest on her shoulder. She pulls me close in a maternal way, smoothing her hand over my neck and down my back. As we lay like this, I feel her twitching hole gently grip my softening rod.

Slowly, we become aware of Dennis once more and I realise that he will want his turn. I try not to move as I want this to go on longer. As Dennis is silent, I remain still and just enjoy the closeness I feel to this woman.

After a few minutes, I sense Dennis as he strokes his woman, his hand reaching between our bodies to squeeze her breast. I start to move, but as I give way to him, I squeeze her shoulders and kiss her cheek as if to tell her that I still want her. Lesley strokes my back as I move beside her, comforting me.

As I sit up, Dennis gives me my beer glass, still half full and before I can nod at him, he lies on his wife and teases her with crude phrases. Lesley smiles at him and they kiss, as if I were not here. I kneel comfortably beside them and drink the beer. I hear Dennis comment on the wetness of her body as he mounts her. In a moment he is deep in her body, arms take his weight so that we can look down to her. Her wet breasts hang to the sides of her chest and one hand lifts up to touch his chest.

She allows the other hand to fall on my knee and now I still feel part of her. I relax even more and watch as she responds to her husband. I see them move together in an expert, well rehearsed way, him looking down at his soaked tool as he rams it into her. Light from the TV shines on her wet belly and breasts; I take in as much detail as I can.

After a few minutes, I sense a change in Lesley's responses and Dennis recognises what is happening to her. He changes his stroke so that he can precisely match her movements. Her hand leaves my leg and rests with the other, on his chest. Her body stiffens under him and I know what is happening. I look down between them but see little now as his stroke is shorter, but I know that she close to another orgasm.

I thrill at this sight but best of all is the expert way that Dennis moves over her as she starts to climax. I hear her grunt wildly now, and Dennis slams into her as hard as he can, very different from the way we made love just a few minutes earlier.

Her back bends up and she pushes her groin into his. Eyes closed as if in agony, she shudders into another thrill as her man guides her. Cleverly, Dennis rubs himself deep inside her and pushes at the right moment to maximise her pleasure. They are almost separate now, joined only by their sexes, he pounding on her and she urging him into her gripping hole.

Suddenly, she freezes and they both hover in the air, his knees and hands on the mat, her shoulders and heels on the mat. I know I am forgotten by them as they drown in their love sensations. She breathes only in gasps and her fingers dig into his hips where she holds him tightly. Then, she guides him down as her legs weaken. Gently, they land again on the mat and now Dennis withdraws from her, his cock still solid and very long.

Lesley lies beneath him and sighs happily. Her face is turned toward me, but her eyes are closed. She breaths rapidly and we watch her chest a she moves in ecstatic after-thrills of love. I move back a little so that I can see the scene clearly. I sit on the floor, my back against a chair and watch this incredible couple.

I know I will return to this, and that our games will always be exciting. What I do not realise yet is the way in which we will relate in the future. Appropriately, at this time, the video ceases, and the flesh colours on Lesley's body are replaced by the harsh whiteness of the picture-less, snowy screen.