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do you want gratification, regardless of how late?
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who’s in control of your dick? You, or your gal? In most cases, your gal, unless you want to settle for “Mrs Palmer and her five daughters”…
Good morning, bros! One more instalment…
I was pleasantly surprised that Cheryl too had a shaved pussy. And while the scent of her wetness was unmistakable, Cheryl had a lighter scent than Grace, although I had not had the chance to partake of Grace in all her glory… yet. Cheryl, above me, reached down, grabbed the ends of her dress, and with one smooth motion, peeled it off her perfect body.
From my point of view, all I could see was her pussy beckoning to me, her 2 lovely ample bosoms swaying lightly under the weight, and Cheryl’s face, looking at me with such anticipation of quenching the fire building up below her.
I started to jab at her vagina lightly with my tongue, and like a recoiling venus flytrap, I swear I saw her lips parting to receive the attention of my tongue. Cheryl was absolutely dripping with her juices. And the sweet taste of the slippery nectar quenched my own lustful thirst so much that my tongue had to probe deeper to get more.
Cheryl’s moaning was audible now. Everytime my tongue lightly flicked past her erect clitoris, she would let out a low, heaving sigh, signalling to me that I was spot on, and that she wanted more of it.
Not to neglect Grace, who up till now was diligently polishing my knob with such skill and intensity, I reached down to her waist and tugged at her to twist her body up. She understood and shifted her ass such that it was facing me. She was still prone on all fours and sucking on my cock with that same mesmerising, enthralling strokes.
With her pussy now within my arm’s reach, I travelled from the back of her thigh, slowly up to where the heat was beckoning. What I felt was a piece of soaking wet lace thong, the same thong that hours ago I had a close encounter with. Only this time, it was soaked. What little cloth there was were all bunched up between her vagina lips, making the wetness all the more concentrated.
With a finger, I pushed the material aside, and explored the finely crafted folds of skin that hid the source of the heat. Responding to my touches, Grace shifted her weight towards me to allow for more of my fingers, while I could feel the intensity of her sucking increasing with each stroke.
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So there we were, in our various positions, receiving or giving pleasure for what seemed like an eternity to me. But alas, the reality for a “seldom-sexed” guy like me, it was more like 15minutes. I could feel the engines of my scrotum starting up again, having been abruptly shut down in the afternoon, and could now feel the unmistakable fizzing of what is to be one of the biggest orgasm I will ever have in my life.
As my moans got louder, Grace thrust my cock deeper down her throat. Her other hand gripped my shaft and followed the movement of her mouth, gripping tighter and tighter with each pump. The beautiful music from Cheryl was also turning me on no end as I worked vigorously on her pussy.
I could feel Grace’s pussy juices coating the 2 fingers that were finger fucking her, and I had trouble keeping them in as Grace was buckling her hips about to get more of me into her.
“Umm.. I’m gonna cum..soon…” I said in between burying my face into Cheryl.
“Let it blow, …sir!… Let it blow!…” Replied Cheryl as she got off me and joined Grace in anticipation of old faithful erupting.
Grace was sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow, alternating between her mouth and the tight, firm grip of her hand up and down my shaft.
The next sight that greeted me was one born out of a full fledged porn movie. Cheryl, with her right hand, started to massage my balls, as she leaned her face close to my cock, closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue, waiting to receive the cream that they have worked so hard to get.
I was reaching the point of no return, and I could feel that this was going to be a huge cum… As the pressure built up, I thrust my hips upwards towards Grace to get more of the lovely movement of her hand, as I held my breath for the final release. And as I felt the tension at the base of my shaft loosen, signalling the start of my orgasm, I gave a loud sigh as I released my breath and let my muscles take over while the room spun in circles in psychedelic colours and angels sang a full chorus….
Load after load of cum spurted from my expanding and contracting cock head. Grace’s hand did not stop as I came, as she assumed the same position as Cheryl, sticking her tongue out to catch my seed that were randomly scattered all over caused by Grace’s flailing hand motion. Some did fall on their tongues, but most on their faces, as well as on the small of my stomach.
As the torrents of ecstasy subsided with each muscular contraction, and the spinning room returned to its original axis, all I could see was Cheryl gently licking the remnants of my seed on my dickhead, while Grace cleaned up those that fell on my naval and into my belly button. Like 2 pussycats, the 2 girls intermittently locked lips and shared a very spermy kiss, giggling as they licked my juices off each other’s face.
I was spent. That had to be the biggest sexual thing that happened to me up till that point in my life, and I made a mental note to buy Derek a good dinner after this is over. My thoughts came back into the room, as I looked down on the 2 girls, who have done a perfect cleanup job, and was now gently stroking my tool and looking up at me…
“Our turn, sir…”
Thanks for the vote of confidence!
“No I can’t…! You girls just took everything out of me…”
Grace slid up to me and cuddled at my side, pulling my neck towards her face and snuggled her little face into the hollow of my shoulder, and let out a little sigh. Cheryl, in the meantime, had gotten off the bed and picked up my pants on the floor. In the dim warm light of the hotel room, I could see the silhouette of her back, oblique to me, and I could make out the small of her back arching ever so sexily towards the roundness and firmness of her ass.
I watched as she reached into my pants pocket, and pulled out my packet of fags. She took one out, lit it, took a puff, and came to me.
“Yes you can, leave it to us…” She said, planting a kiss on my lips, before putting the cigarette in my mouth.
Now this was class treatment. But I was unsure if I could fulfil their desires, even if my mind was up to it, my now limp dick was not looking very promising.
But the girls wasted no time. Grace started to get out of her dress, revealing once again the beautiful teenage body that I caught a glimpse of in our afternoon tryst.
“Turn around, let me ease your muscles” She said, as she motioned for me to get on my tummy.
I complied, and could immediately feel Grace straddle my lower back, and her hands squeezing and kneading my shoulders. Although her force was not one of the better masseuse, her sensuality more than make up for it. In my awkward position holding my cigarette, I took a last puff and dumped it into the ashtray by the bedside.
I was wondering where Cheryl went when I felt a nudge at my legs, pulling them apart, and felt a hand gently caressing my balls from behind. I could feel her trying to reach further, and tried to lift my ass up to her. Grace felt what I was trying to do, and lifted her weight off my back, and I managed to leverage my groin up away from the bed.
Then I felt the warm, wet feeling again on my balls, and knew that Cheryl was at it again with her beautiful lips. This carried on for a while, with Grace caressing my back, and Cheryl giving my balls the royal treatment.
I was enjoying this bliss so much that I was almost falling off to sleep, when suddenly, I felt something that I have never felt before….
It was a mix of being tickled and being burnt at the same time, with waves and waves of pleasure rippling from the base of my spine upwards, exiting at my mouth in moans and groans…
This was what I had only heard of till then…. Cheryl was giving me an “ass rimming”!
“Sure or not?” Would be what most bros here would be screaming reading up to this point… It seemed like what I was getting from these 2 lovely ladies was everything that anyone experienced all rolled into this nice package!
Well, I just want to add the caveat at this point to all the bros reading, that it is not my intention to cook up a story such that you will feel jealous or say that I am a “lucky bastard” or even to up my points. It grew from 10 to 80 within a day, and I am humbled by those bros who enjoyed the read.
If you feel that the story is real, read on.
If not, read on still! It’s a good story anyway you take it.
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primalhunter
DELAYED GRATIFICATION!!!!
Haha, bro… 2 conditions that must be fulfilled:
Ass rimming was something I only heard of from my friends who frequent the colourful streets of our red light districts and neighbouring land of smiles. And of course, when buddies talk about it, they just talk about it. Non-descript, no detailed, “I got my ass rimmed” type of conversations.
It’s like telling a virgin “You should try sex. The feeling is really good”. What I call a “Content-free statement”.
What I was feeling was definitely not content free, but equally difficult to describe. I now understand why my buddies tell me they just got their asses rimmed. Because that is what it feels like… getting your ass rimmed.
Cheryl’s tongue had a rhythmic beat as she attacked my butthole, flicking her tongue up and down, with a firm but yet light caress of the region. Everytime she tried to stick her tongue into my crack, I would involuntarily cringe and tighten my muscles, much like a knee-jerk reaction.
It was a battle of will against design, where the need for this new sensational pleasure was fighting with the involuntary action of clenching up my asshole. My will soon won the fight, as I learnt to relax my muscles and let Cheryl’s slurping get well about half an inch into my crevice, at least that’s what it felt like…
Grace in the mean time was awkwardly trying to do different things on my back. Trying to avoid getting into Cheryl’s way, she had very little space to manoeuvre, and ended up rubbing herself against my back. I could feel that she was fingering herself, feeling quick finger movements on my back, and the sounds of her moans getting louder.
The next thing I felt was Cheryl lying underneath the space that I created with my raised ass, and putting my limp dick into her mouth, much like a car mechanic working on the undercarriage. In this case, my oil sump was having a leak and my sexy mechanic was plugging the leak…
I didn’t think it was possible, but I could feel my dick stirring to life again. Cheryl’s expert suction literally transferred the blood from my ass, which was so divinely aroused, to my tool, which is beginning to show signs of waking, and a bit more self confidence returned to me.
Yes, I thought to myself. This was going to get better, and a grin came to me, as I buried my face into the pillow…
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Wow!!! A Master appreciating another Master’s work…VM
Bro viceman, you are too kind. I am not a master, and yes I was impressed with bro chickenzip’s and other bros’ stories, which was what kicked me to try and relate my own.
As I lifted my lower back to give Cheryl more room to service my leak, Grace got off my back, but continued to finger herself, leaning against the headboard with her legs spread wide and fingers frantically circling her love button.
I was now rock hard again, and could sense Cheryl’s satisfaction at having done a great job, as she writhed her way under me, finally meeting me face to face, and we started our frenching. I could feel her hands under me, positioning my rock hard member at the entrance to her throbbing heat of her passion.
“Ermm.. do we need protection?” I asked stupidly.
Cheryl did not answer, and began to rub the wetness of my dickhead at the entrance to her lovebox. Our juices mixed, and you could hear the squishing sounds as my head flicked across her shaved pussy. I tried to prop myself up for Cheryl to be able to pleasure herself this way, until she let out a little “um” in the midst of our tongue lashing, and pulled at my member. This was the signal I was waiting for. My sex life was starting again, and starting in a big way…
Thanks to all the bros who have upped me, and are camping in.
I might not be able to post anymore today, as I am busy rushing out something for work, after which I am going for drinks tonight… (hehe hopefully that can lead to another story!).
Nevertheless, I will try!
Hi bros, just woke up after a night of cheonging… hehe… that’s another story!
Just wanna let you know that I’m glad you guys like the story, and I will be continuing on Monday again. In the meantime, enjoy your weekend, and your families!
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I want to know after that got more drama, and fun or not!
Bro rrrealrrrumble… this wasn’t a one night stand…
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, so true… I’m sure there any many more bros out there with their own juicy encounters… share them, bros!
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how come the story (from the BJ onwards) sounded so much like the tarma i had before!!??!!??
Haha, bro… then you understand what it was like to be the “meat” in the sandwich!…