Summer Fling

It was one of those hot summer nights that just begged for exploitation-a hazy sunset, the sensual stillness of the water as the final boaters retired for the evening, and good friends indulging in laughter, intoxicants, and empty promises of tomorrow.

We were a close group; most of us had grown up together and shared many of the same childhood memories, from our first time riding a bike without training wheels to our first kiss. Although we all went off to college and formed relationships of our own, the summers at the lake house were our way of holding on to the past. Old flames were rekindled, memorable moments were shared, and the well worn shells of grown-up personas were tossed indifferently aside. For those two weeks in late August, we were young and carefree again…..

But this year, things were different. There was a new face in the crowd; one I had been dying to sink my claws in from the first time I saw him. His name was Brian, and he was exquisite....tanned, muscular flesh, dark hair, and stunning green eyes. He was a good friend of Julie’s, this gorgeous, leggy brunette I had roomed with at UK. We were both involved in various activities around campus, attended most of the local house parties, and, like most college women, had experimented sexually. That freshman year was my first time being with a girl, as was hers. I never forgot the way she tasted upon my tongue or the way she would sensually grab my hair as her bare, shaved pussy brushed moistly against my thighs……

We had managed to steal a few moments away from the others, just Julie and I, drinking and sharing stories until the dawn was upon us. I would hint at memoirs of our naughty indiscretions, and the excitement of re-enacting them, only to find her playfully resisting.

I would tell her how much I wanted to “take” all of her again. She had no idea I had a more sinister plan….one involving twisted bed sheets, Brian’s cock slamming me mercilessly, and I beneath her, my tongue greedily waiting for the first sweet drops of her juices. She would tell me secrets with her eyes, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she was putty in my hands.

I had to play my cards right. And if that meant patience and putting off my urgent need to fuck the two of them, then so be it. We would then stagger back to our rooms, as quietly as we could in our inebriated states, and I would quickly fall asleep to the delicious daydreams that looped inside my mind.

Until tonight.

As the last logs on the bonfire slowly began to ash, we said our goodbyes to the group, and finished what remained of our drinks. Brian, whom I had been flirtatiously taunting all evening long, teasingly asked if we needed a “chaperone” for the walk home.

Sensing my opportunity, I grabbed his hand and pulled him between us, linking arms. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat mixed with anticipation. The alcohol on his breath consumed me almost as much as the cologne wafting from the crease of his neck. I inhaled his scent, momentarily closing my eyes and fantasizing about what was inevitably to come. As we got closer and closer to the house, there was no denying the sexual tension that was building between us. God, I wanted her.

But I wanted him even more.

We were barely inside the front door, when I grabbed a hold of Julie and pushed her fervently against the wall. I looked her in the eyes, silently asking for permission, and let my tongue find her lips. She wasn’t fighting me now.

As our bodies began to contort and hands explored flesh, my eyes caught the outline of Brian’s cock bulging through his tight jeans. I traced the lines of the stretched fabric in my mind and imagined what it was going to feel like when it was finally inside of me. As he stood in the dim light of the corner, intently watching our show, a devious grin began to form upon his face. I looked up to meet his eyes and smiled back. Although I had never spoken of it, he seemed to know exactly what I was after that night…and he was going to ensure I got it.

Walking up behind us, his hands first found Julie’s ass. His firm squeeze temporarily brought her back to her senses, and she flinched. Almost as if she suddenly realized her overwhelming vulnerability. God, she was beautiful like this. The silent moments right before I have her completely unclothed and submissive. I felt myself getting lost in her darkened skin and almond eyes, even temporarily pausing to admire her attributes.

Then, as if interrupting my daydream, Brian’s lips ravenously dug into the crease of her neck, causing her to gently cry out. My damp lips met hers, and my hands fumbled for the button of her jeans. Within moments, I was pulling them down over her supple hips and sliding my hand into black lace panties.

I slid one finger into her already moist pussy and felt it hungrily clench me. Each time, I would let my finger push inside just a little deeper. A little harder. And each time, my thumb would graze the swollenness of her clit, now protruding from aching lips. As I gently twisted it between my thumb and forefinger, she began to buck against my hand, pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her.

She began to moan as I finger-fucked her, momentarily bringing it to her mouth and letting her have a taste. Deliciously sinful she was, as she sucked my fingertip and relished the sweet juices. I could tell we were really getting to Brian as I continued to tease her this way; each time I forced myself in, she bucked back against the front of his crotch. I indulged this hypnotic image until I saw her knees begin to buckle, and then led them both quietly to the bedroom.

It wasn’t long before clothing was scattered across the room, and Brian was standing in front of us, fully erect. His cock was as beautiful as he was. I imagined he had not been at a loss for lovers, as he stood there proudly, watching us admiring him. I quickly pulled Julie to her knees and we both began to lick and suck him. We took turns alternating him in our mouths, letting him relish the sensations of two different and eager tongues.

I would lick up and down his hard shaft while Julie tongued his balls. If she was shy in the beginning, she certainly wasn’t now, as one finger slowly found its way into his ass. She slowly worked it in, as I took just the tip of his penis into my mouth. I could feel him becoming more and more engorged, his pelvis now bucking furiously against my face. It wasn’t long before he was deep throating me. Each time he shoved it between my lips, he impaled me further on it. I could tell he was ready to cum, but I knew he wasn’t going to let it go that easy…….

He pulled himself away, now rock hard and glistening with saliva, and pushed Julie down upon the mattress. I climbed between her open legs, and began to lick and bite her clit. She cried out as I buried my face further between her thighs, feeling the juices moisten my lips and chin. I continued to trace the sweet path between her clitoris and her asshole, as Brian stroked his hungry cock.

I suddenly felt him climbing onto the bed behind me. Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, and shoved that huge, beautiful dick deep inside my pussy. It shot waves through my entire body, and took me a minute to catch my breath as his thrusts increased in speed.

Each time he would force himself into me, it pushed my tongue further and further into Julie’s pussy. His primal grunts mixed with Julie’s sweet sighs each time my tongue entered her were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to cum all over his dick while Julie’s juices filled my mouth. I wanted to taste her, and feel him.

As he slammed into my tight hole over and over, I could feel him stiffening and beginning to throb. I finger fucked myself in sync with his thrusts, until I felt the first waves of orgasm washing over my body. I cried out, guttural moans mixed with dripping sweat. My pussy constricted around him, and yet, he still managed not to cum. I couldn’t believe it. This man could fuck for hours. He let me ride his cock until the last pulses rushed through my body, and then slowly pulled out, dripping with the first beautiful traces of pre-cum.

He grabbed my arms, pulling me to an upright position, and laid me upon the bed next to Julie. He positioned his cock over our upper bodies, and began to forcefully stroke himself. We watched his masculine hand slide up and down the shaft, until he was ready to explode.

With one final movement, he came, spraying his hot, sticky cum all over our mouths and tits. I licked it from Julie’s breasts, as one final shot landed upon my greedy tongue. She rubbed it into her skin, and softly kissed my tainted lips, enjoying the last, sweet remnants of this unexpected fantasy.

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