I leaned back andpushed his jeans down his legs and tossed them aside. Moving back betweenhis knees, I again traced my fingers up his bare thighs unt...il I reached hisJockey shorts. Again, moving very slowly, I fingered his cock and ballsthrough the thin fabric of his undershorts. Somehow, I didn’t remember himbeing quite this large… but then again, my memory of our evening a yearback was somewhat hazy.I leaned forward and kissed his belly, as I slid my fingers under thewaistband. I don't know if it would seem erotic to anyone else, but it was to me on that evening, long ago.The next strike was not so big, mostly light, and we found our faces lighted, ashen white, eyes staring at each other. Her grip changed and turned into a caress; just my cock, lying along the leg of my pants. Very softly, she stroked along it, her fingers curling around the shaft. Then she playfully squeezed the head.I felt like I hadn't taken a breath, but I must have been breathing quietly, taking. I heard a gurgling and realized I had been making the stupid squeals I hated so and spit had pooled in my throat at the harsh angle which made the horrifying noise. He barked out a laugh and pulled my head forward to bury himself in my wet throat. He thrust into me, pulling me against him and his friend’s cock jabbed at my cheek with every movement. Master twisted my head and there was a loud popping noise as the head of his cock pulled from my lips. His friend immediately thrust into my. Heather and Cole had been dating for a while and that day was the first time he took her to his place. They had been sleeping together already at her place and their relationship had reached that endorphin-rich state where they felt like butterflies were going wild inside them and they couldn't spent more than a minute without kissing each other. On that particular day they were on their way to Heather's place as usual, when she suddenly turned to him and said: "How about we go to your place.