“Laugh at us, would you?” growled
Keith and he bent down to her. In a moment, the thong was pulled back, and his
tongue was inside the folds of her body.
Jason kissed her on the lips, his
breathing fast, his eyes blazing. She
closed her eyes giving herself over to the sensations from her body, the
shining flood of pleasure which filled her from head to toe. Keith moved his mouth slowly up from her cunt
to her breast. Each moment’s delay from
climax was unbearable. Jason took
Keith’s place at her pussy. She was
close to coming.
“Wait!” she said.
Keith lifted his mouth from her
breast, and Jason from her groin.
“What?” asked Keith.
“I want you inside me,” she replied.
Keith smiled, a smile which flipped
her heart over, and reached for the top drawer of bedside cabinet. He took out two condoms, handed one to Jason and
tore the other one open. He slathered
his cock with lube, and passed the bottle back to Jason, who was just behind
him, his eyes rapt.
He inched into her, waiting for her to
clamp tight, ready to withdraw if she did.
He could feel the velvet silkiness of her insides. Jason turned Keith’s head to one side and
kissed him intensely, then bent forward to kiss Esmé. Knowing now that he wouldn’t hurt her, Keith
began to drive into her. Each thrust
rubbed her already wet clitoris, jolting her into spasms of intense
pleasure. Still she hadn’t
climaxed. Keith’s eyes were closed, his
head back, his mouth open in ecstasy, as he speeded up his hip movements.
“I’m—ah—oh God!—it’s ….” And Esmé
came, great shuddering jolts to her body, her mind empty of everything except
the white flame of her pleasure. Almost
simultaneously, Keith gasped and arched his back as he came too.
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