I can hear him beginning to chuckle even as he squeezes lube into his hand. My assrim contracts tightly, almost hard enough that it provides some kind... of relief, anticipating now for a moment instead of this incessant wanting. I hear him begin to slick up the length of his wide, fat cock and for a moment believe it's going to be over. Slowly realization dawns. As he pushes me forward on this "swing" (for lack of a better word) he starts to laugh heartily as he begins to vigorously stroke. "As I fucked her the leather couch squeaked. The sound seemed unbearably loud, but that danger only kept me harder than I had been in some time. The first time Mari came she clamped her hand over her mouth. I felt the walls of her cunt squeezing my shaft. Her fluids were leaking down onto the couch.When she came down from her orgasm, she kissed me tenderly and said, "Fuck me hard now Peter. Fuck me hard and shoot your cum deep inside of me." I started pounding my prick into her, my balls. John moved his leg over mine forcing me over to my stomach, John was on my back plunging inch after inch deep in to me. John wasn't all that long, maybe eight inches but what he had in girth was more than enough to make up what he liked in length. I was moaning and humping back to him like I was a sex starve teenager, well after all I was a sex starve teenager, I didn't care how I got relief. John was no slouch, he plowed deep into me for what seemed like hours. Gently twisting my nipples,. He managed to snap a picture of her once in a bikini, and she had practically yelled at him until he had punished her for it. Now she just made sure he never had the phone handy when she was half naked. “I just can’t Jesse. You know that!” His reply almost made her groan out loud with despair. “Then no playing. That’s final.” What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. That was her decision. She got up and rummaged around in one of Jesse’s drawers with the toys and found her favorite. A butterfly.