Summer Discoveries No. 3: The Party Dream Comes True? free porn video

In the predecessor to this story, “Party Dream,” Steph dreamt about a Canada Day party she and Jack had planned. In the dream, Amy and Phil had watched from the kitchen — and then the deck — as Steph rode Jack's cock to an incredible orgasm in their back yard, well aware that Amy and Phil were watching. In Steph’s dream, Phil's gorgeous, swollen cock — pumped by Amy's fingers — showed that he was as turned on by Jack and Steph as Jack and Steph had been the previous weekend when they had watched Amy and Phil. This story is about what actually happened at the party.

What had happened after dinner a week ago at the Creekside Inn, and the dreams she had in the following week, had been surprising for Steph, as she had always been a shy woman, especially sexually. She had begun thinking that she had only one life to live and that maybe she need to live a little more.

So she looked forward to the party. As planned, Jack and Steph’s guests were Steph’s sister, Ellen and her boyfriend, Tom; and their neighbor friends, Andy and Susan, and Bill and Janet; and, of course, Amy and Phil. The kids, as planned, were spending the night out.

As is typical of Amy, she and Phil were the last to arrive. As the sun set, everyone else was on the backyard deck having a drink when the doorbell rang announcing Amy and Phil's arrival. It was a warm evening, but not hot, with light breezes. The men were in shorts, the women in skirts or light dresses. Steph wore a light white and brown dress that Jack liked and her wedge sandals that he also liked. The dress was cut a little lower in the front than Steph was used to wearing, but this whole week had been about branching out a bit, so she went with it.

More significantly, inspired by some stories Steph had read, she got the (extremely unusual and barely believable for her) idea of going without panties. She hadn't even told Jack, and was kind of surprised how such a simple, unseen thing affected her. Obviously, she could feel more breezes. Each time she felt something, it give her a silent, private thrill. Although she didn’t usually think of herself this way, Steph allowed herself to feel sexy in a way she imagined other women like Amy felt more frequently. She thought that maybe sexy is just a state of mind — any woman can be and feel sexy.  Maybe for more shy women like her, it's just a matter of allowing themselves to do so. It’s hard to do, but Steph was finding her way and deciding that she liked it. 

When the doorbell rang, Steph went through the house to greet Amy and Phil. It was an odd moment for her. How do you act normal greeting two people — even friends — when you last saw them naked, in their back yard, fucking ravenously? 

She opened the door and hugged Amy, and Amy re-introduced Steph to her boyfriend, Phil. Amy wore a white skirt and light blue sleeveless top, with dressy flip flops. Phil wore khaki shorts, a dark blue short-sleeved button down and brown flip flops. Broad shouldered, as Steph remembered, he was quite a specimen. Not just his dick.

Phil held out his hand, which Steph took, and then gave her a greeting peck on the cheek. She couldn’t entirely keep what she had seen the previous week out of her mind. She couldn't block the image of Phil’s beautiful, powerfully hard cock and the intense expression on his face as he erupted inside Amy. Steph had even dreamt of it, after all. For a moment, she tingled. In fact, she stood there briefly dumbstruck, before recovering and saying, "Come in, come in.  Everyone's out back." 

"The Chardonnay is in an ice tub on the deck," Steph told Amy, before asking Phil, "What can I get you?"

"A cold beer?" he asked. 

"Of course," Steph replied. "Jack has stocked several kinds in the tubs on the deck and he has homemade beer in the garage refrigerator."

"Home brew?” he asked. “I'm always interested in trying something new." Steph paused for a moment at that thought, and thought to herself, "Oh yeah? Something new?" (Steph had drunk a glass of wine on an empty stomach and was mildly giddy).

"Great, I'll show you where it is," Steph responded, grabbing a pint glass from the counter and leading him to the garage. 

"You have a beautiful home," he said, and seemed sincere, as Steph showed him where the beer was tapped and poured for him. 

"And you have a beautiful penis," Steph thought to herself (and then thought maybe she shouldn’t have any more wine on an empty stomach) before thanking him, telling about all of the work Jack and Steph had done over the years, and feeling slightly awkward being alone with him in the garage. There Steph was, happily married but feeling like a teenager alone with her crush.  Steph became aware of being pantiless, alone with a man she’d seen the way she had seen Phil. If he wanted, he could hike up her dress and fuck her right there. She might not even have resisted. She was almost tempted to lift her dress and show Phil her bare bottom. For a fleeting moment, she imagined him taking her there, in the garage, bent over the car hood as he had bent Amy on his deck.

Catching herself, Steph left those thoughts behind and quickly led Phil, with his full beer, through the house to the deck. 

****

It turned out to be a very pleasant evening. Steph had another glass of wine, and Jack teased her, as usual, that she was more fun with a couple glasses of wine in her. Amy, too, kept up on the wine and may have surpassed Steph. As usual, Steph’s brother-in-law, Tom, helped Jack with the grilling — which means Jack gradually allowed Tom to take over.

Having forgotten to slice tomatoes for the burgers, Steph went into the kitchen to slice them. Jack came with her, carried the other fixings out to the table, and came back in, sliding behind her as Steph worked. They looked out the window over the sink into the backyard as they talked. 

"I noticed that Amy came out to the deck alone when they got here," Jack said quietly into Steph’s ear, "and you and Phil didn't show up for a couple minutes?" 

Steph glanced over her shoulder at him, and playfully replied, "Yes, that's right."

He chuckled and squeezed Steph’s ass through the dress, "And what exactly were you two doing?"

A couple glasses of wine in her, Steph decided to tease Jack a bit, "Wouldn't you like to know?" 

Jack moved a bit tighter behind her and almost whispered in Steph’s ear, "Yes. I would like to know." 

Squeezing Steph’s ass again, feeling the absence of panties, and raising an eyebrow, he added, "I'd also like to know where your panties are."

This little game turned her on a bit, and Steph pressed back against him before teasing him further by just playing it down.  

"We were in the garage getting Phil a beer. And I'm not wearing panties because they cause lines with this dress." Steph tried to sound bored and matter-of-fact.

"Because of the lines of the dress? That's the only reason you aren't wearing panties?" he asked, sliding the bottom of Steph’s dress up a bit and caressing the bare cheek of Steph’s ass. 

"Maybe," Steph replied, giving back in a bit. 

"Uh huh," he sarcastically answered. "Was it awkward being alone with him?"

"A little," Steph replied, honest now.

"Did you think about ...." he trailed off. 

"Last week?" Steph asked. 

Steph could feel Jack's cock hardening against her, through his shorts.

"Yes. Last week," he confirmed, squeezing Steph’s bare buttock in his palm, and curving his hand down along the top of her inner thigh. 

"Maybe," Steph replied, part turned on, part irritated at getting turned on when she could do nothing about it. But it did start — or maybe continued — a slow simmer that Steph ultimately found quite fun. 

"Maybe?" he asked, his arm around Steph’s waist gliding up to just barely brush — and then lightly pinch —  her nipple through the dress.

"Jack!" Steph exclaimed, surprised, with them standing right by the window. 

"Nobody's looking," he replied. 

"Yes," Steph answered. 

"Yes? You thought about last week?" 

"How could I not?" Steph replied. Surely, it was inevitable, right?

"And are you looking at him now?"

She hadn't been, but now she was. "Yes."

"Did you think about his big dick?" Jack playfully asked. 

"Maybe," Steph responded, and reached back with her hand to squeeze Jack's hard dick through his shorts.  "I thought about him hiking up my skirt, bending me over the hood of the car, and fucking me like he fucked Amy last week. Now get out of my way. I've got to take these tomatoes out."

"Still a little wild girl left in you," he teased, watching her walk away. 

As Steph opened the door she looked back and replied, "Maybe."

She laughed a little to herself. This was fun. So this is what it's like to feel sexy? She liked it. 

****

The food was good, the beer and wine were served and consumed, they listened to good music, and the conversation flowed through the warm summer evening. The other couples departed, one at a time, as the evening wore on, leaving only Amy and Phil. 

It was one of those perfect summer nights — slightly cool after a warm day — when the gentle warmth and light breeze invigorate you and the night seems to dawdle along without getting exhausting. Jack's speakers played light music across the deck as Jack and Steph sat around the table, talking. Before Amy and Steph finished the last bottle of wine, and Jack and Phil the last growler of beer, they all decided that everyone had consumed too much alcohol for driving, and Amy and Phil would stay over in their guest room.

Amy and Phil sat on their outdoor sofa (the one featured in Steph’s dream), and Steph shared one of the facing chairs with Jack. The wine had taken full effect, and Steph was starting to feel the slightest bit of drowsiness, though she was still turned on, as well, with the slow simmer that had continued all evening. The evening was coming to a close, and all four glasses were nearly empty.

In a pause in the conversation, Phil thanked them for letting him stay over, having met him only once before. Jack replied that any friend of Amy's was a friend of theirs, and was more than welcome. "Plus," he added, "you like my beer."

Everyone sat for a moment, basking in the gentle music and warm night air.

"Last week," Amy said, "was a lot of fun." She looked at Steph and smiled. Was she implying something?

"We always enjoy the Creekside," Jack replied. "Until the kids started having more overnights in the last few years, we didn't get out very much."

"And you got to know Phil pretty well, didn't you?" Amy added, her smile widening. 

"Well, it was loud at the bar," Steph responded, "We got to talk more tonight."

"Oh, Steph!" Amy said. "Don't be naive!" She laughed. "I'm not talking about talking!"  Where was she going with this?

Jack and Steph looked at each other, and Amy continued, "How did you get home from Creekside?"

"We drove," Steph said, "of course," befuddled at the question.

“Did you go straight to your car?” she asked, with a mischievous look on her face.

Steph looked back at her blankly, unsure how to respond. Obviously, Amy knew something. But how could she?

When Steph didn't answer, Amy continued, "Phil and I had read a story about exhibitionism — about being watched — and ... let's just say it turned us on. And then last week, we were drunk. We had invited you to Phil’s house. We were very turned on by the idea that you might come by without remembering to text first — and might … catch us in the act."

Phil jumped into the conversation, and looked at us, “What we were not thinking of — and had not even occurred to us — was that you might come to the back gate, where I have a couple small security cameras installed.”

“Oh shit,” Steph thought, realizing that not only had she and Jack had been caught on camera fucking in Phil’s back yard, but also they had been talking to each other about how Phil and Steph would fuck each other. She blushed immediately.

“We thought about not even telling you,” Amy said. “We didn’t really know how to bring it up. We’ve worried about it all week. But we felt like we had to tell you. I guess the wine helped it come out.

“We had been excited about maybe participating in a bit of exhibitionism ourselves,” Phil added. “We didn’t mean to catch anyone else and basically make them unknowing exhibitionists. In fact, when we went inside that night, we were disappointed that you two hadn’t come over, believing you hadn’t. But when I woke up in the morning, I had a notification from my camera app, indicating that it had recorded motion at the back gate last night.”

"At first, when we saw the recording, I was kind of mortified," Amy continued. “You had seen us, and we hadn’t even known it. And I was sober and couldn’t believe we’d gone through with having sex out back. And then when I kept watching … well, the same thing happened for us as I imagine happened to you. We accidentally started to watch you … fucking. And I thought I should turn it off, but I just couldn't.”

Steph realized she couldn’t blame Amy. Amy couldn’t turn off the recording just like Steph couldn’t walk away the previous week.

“Could you hear us?” Steph asked. It probably seemed like a silly question, but Steph was more worried about Amy and Phil hearing them talking about how Phil would fuck Steph — letting them in on what Jack and Steph had fantasized about — than Steph was about them seeing what we’d done.

“Are you thinking about Phil’s cock?” Jack had asked her.

“Now I am,” she had answered, looking up at Jack as she licked and stroked his dick.

“Were you?” he had asked.

“Yes. A little,” she had answered.

“Fuck,” Jack had responded, leaking precum that Steph had spread over the head of his dick with her thumb.

“Does that make you mad?” she had asked.

“No,” was all Jack could manage for a moment, as his fingers slipped through Steph’s hair and he guided his throbbing dick in and out of her pursed lips.

“I even thought about that when Amy was sucking him,” Jack had added. “My mind flashed an image of you in Amy’s place.”

Steph had grabbed the base of Jack’s shaft and sucked his cock with a hunger he’d never seen from her, her lips squeezing up and down his cock as her tongue moved in circles around it.

She had paused and looked up at him.  “Like that?” she had asked. “Is that how you pictured me sucking him?”

“Are you going to show me how you’d fuck him, too?” Jack had later asked.

Steph had laughed a little. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” Jack had answered, as his hips sunk forward and he penetrated her.

“Oh Jack,” Steph had answered, as his rigid dick sunk all the way into her.

“Show me how you’d fuck him,” Jack had replied.

“You want to see that?” she asked.

“Want to show me?” he answered.

“Show me how you think he’d fuck me first.”

Jack grabbed Steph’s hips tight, and slammed forward ferociously, filling her immediately with searing heat.  Her whole body was jarred by the impact of his hips against her buttocks. Jack’s balls swayed when he made impact.

“Yes,” Steph had moaned.

“Is this how he’d fuck me?” she had later panted amidst Jack’s powerful thrusts.

“Yes,” Jack answered 

Later, she had pulled off Jack’s cock and told him, “My turn.”

“Your turn?”

“To show you how I’d fuck him,” Steph answered.

“You want to show me how you’d fuck him?”

“Yes,” Steph answered. “I do.” 

Steph stood up from the bench and told Jack to lay down. Jack knew what was coming. He wasn’t surprised. Steph liked to be on top. Jack lay back on the bench, and Steph climbed over him, straddling him.

Holding Jack’s cock in her hand and guiding him to her pussy, she said, playfully, “You’re not as big as he is, but you’ll do.”

“I’ll do my best,” Jack answered, grinning at her.

“You do that,” Steph replied, as she sunk down over his cock, taking him all in.

Steph was a little turned on as she thought back on it, even though she was mortified, too.

“Steph!” Amy laughed. “Hear you? That’s what you’re concerned about? No, we couldn’t hear you. We just saw you.”

That was, strangely enough, a big relief to Steph. Good thing they had all had several drinks. Steph couldn’t have handled this conversation sober. That she was turned on thinking of it was crazy to her.

“It can’t be all bad,” Amy said. “We enjoyed ourselves. Looks like you did, too. Is that okay for me to say?” 

“I don’t know if it makes you feel better,” Amy added, “or worse. But I don’t think we’ve ever had better sex than after we watched the recording.” She leaned over and whispered in Steph’s ear, “Phil thinks you are hot. Thanks for getting him so turned on.”

Jack's hand was on Steph’s thigh, caressing.

Steph didn’t know what to say. She was confused and mortified and turned on. When Amy mentioned how good their sex had been after watching her and Jack, and that Steph had turned Phil on, Steph was reminded that she wasn’t wearing panties.

Amy slowly caressed Phil through his shorts as they talked. They were probably all a bit nervous and a bit more turned on. Amy’s thumb and forefinger moved to Phil’s zipper, and she looked up and said, "So in the end, it was a lot of fun, right?"

Steph picked up her wine glass and took the last sip. She didn't say anything. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of saying anything. She was momentarily paralyzed, and just watched.

Amy's hand slowly pulled down Phil's zipper, and she pulled out his penis. “Well, I know it was fun for us,” she said. Jack and Steph looked at Amy and Phil, and then at each other. Nobody objected, silently confirming that whatever it was they were doing, they were all okay with it not stopping yet.

Steph looked at Amy, and then at Phil, and then looked down Phil’s body to his dick in Amy’s hand. She didn’t know what to think, but she knew she was turned on. She reached over, placing her hand on Jack’s cock through his shorts, and confirmed what she knew must be the case — he was hard.

For a moment, Steph just sat there and watched, her hand cupped over Jack’s cock.

Jack's palm inched Steph’s dress up her thigh and caressed her flesh while Steph watched Amy's fingers slide around Phil's swelling dick. From up close, Steph could see just how big Phill’s cock is. Although Jack has a larger than average dick, Phil's is noticeably larger, both thicker and longer. Just on the safe side of "any larger and it would be painful."

Steph watched intently as Phil’s dick continued to swell, thickening and hardening as it rose to full hardness and pointed upward.

Phil's lips met Amy's, which parted, and their tongues touched. Amy's hand steadily stroked Phil’s fully aroused cock. Her fingers barely encircled his thickness. Steph watched, transfixed, as their tongues slowly danced and Steph’s eyes moved down again to Phil’s cock.

"Are you okay?" Jack whispered in Steph’s ear, sitting behind her, with Steph’s back against him.

She just nodded.

Jack's palm glided further upward along Steph’s thigh, until his fingertip slid between Steph’s labia and lightly caressed, stroking her warm pussy lips and grazing her aroused clit. Steph closed her eyes. On one hand, she was not sure she could go on with this. On the the other, she felt powerless to stop. She didn’t want to. 

Amy stood up, with her back to Jack and Steph, and shimmied out of her skirt, which dropped at her ankles. No panties. No surprise. Her arms crossed at the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head. She reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it drop down her arms. Amy’s naked, toned body looked good. That she stood naked just feet away was incredibly sexy.

Jack's finger grazed Steph’s clit.

Amy looked over her shoulder at Jack and Steph. "Wine or not, I am nervous as Hell."

That made Steph feel a little better. She wasn’t the only one.

Amy sat back down on the sofa, and Phil leaned to kiss her lips, and then her chin. The tip of his tongue traced her collarbone and between her breasts. He stood, and turned toward her, his unbuttoned shorts dropping down his body. His rigid cock extended forward. Before he had turned toward Amy, another man's hard cock was three feet from Steph. If she had leaned forward and extended her arm, she could have touched and stroked it, feeling its hardness and heat. 

Phil's tongue returned to Amy's breast, tracing underneath both breasts before circling up to her nipple, where his lips slipped around it, drawing it in. Amy's hand went to the back of Phil's head, and she arched her chest, pressing to Phil's mouth as his lips tugged. Amy gasped in pleasure as Phil's teeth grazed her nipple. 

Steph reached behind herself to touch Jack, and he unzipped his zipper, his cock springing out, bare,  into her hand.

Jack's fingertip traced between Steph’s warm pussy lips, and her hips involuntarily responded, moving against his touch. 

Steph closed her eyes. When she opened them, Phil's mouth moved over Amy's stomach, his tongue gliding near her belly button, then tracing the line of her hip before moving along her inner thigh. Her legs were parted. "Ohhhhhh," Amy slowly moaned when Phil's tongue slid between her pussy lips. Her hips, like Steph’s, responded, when Phil's tongue brushed up and over Amy’s clit. Jack's finger, at the same moment, brushed Steph’s clit, synchronously.  Steph closed her eyes again. 

Amy's fingers moved to the back of Phil's head, and her hips lurched, her whole body arching when Phil's tongue penetrated her. "Oh god," she panted. "Ohhhhhhhh, Phil," she moaned, as his tongue darted inside her and licked up to her clit before sliding down again to re-enter her. His palms cupped her buttocks, holding her in place as her body rocked against him.

“Fuck,” Steph thought. She was completely turned on.  As Jack's finger curled inside her she turned sideways in the chair and fumbled with Jack’s belt to fully free his cock. She opened his pants, wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked as his fingers touched and penetrated her.

As Jack and Steph slowly stroked one another, Steph watched Amy grind against Phil's mouth. She was in constant motion, her hips circling, breasts thrust upward. Phil's tongue raced along her pussy, and Steph watched as his lips moved over her clit and suckled upon it. Amy's heels were against the edge of the couch and her ass had lifted upward, pressing herself against his face. "Oh baby!" she exclaimed, holding onto him, grinding and thrusting.

As Steph’s hand moved from Jack’s cock to his balls, and back, he leaned to whisper in Steph’s ear. "I guess you can still be a little wild!" he said.

Steph didn’t answer. She just pumped Jack’s dick faster in her hand. He, in turn, curled two fingers inside her and finger fucked her as they watched and listened to Amy and Phil.

Phil stood. Amy rolled to her hands and knees on the sofa, sideways along the length of the sofa so she could watch Jack and Steph. Amy’s breasts hung. Her nipples were tight, her bare ass raised in the air. She looked hot and oh-so-fuckable. She was in such an inviting position, Jack could imagine moving behind her and thrusting into her. Phil turned sideways in front of her, facing her with one knee on the couch, and his gorgeous cock standing full and demanding in front of her.

Amy took Phil’s cock in her fingers and slid her tongue up the entire length, from the base of his shaft to the tip. He closed his eyes and slid his fingers through her hair. Her lips closed around the head of his cock and her fingers stroked the base, slowly. Her fingertips touched and cupped his balls, and her fingernails grazed against them. The top third of his cock moved in and out of her mouth, and then she licked up and down his heated length. 

Jack's hands pulled the straps of Steph’s dress off her shoulders, and his palms quickly covered her bare breasts. Steph was still stroking his hard cock. It felt so fucking good.

Phil moved behind Amy on the couch, positioning her, as his gorgeous cock loomed over her from behind.

Steph bit her lower lip. Jack whispered in her ear, "Still like it?" as his thumb and forefinger tugged Steph’s nipple. Steph knew what he meant — Phil's big cock. 

"Yes," Steph answered, turning briefly to Jack, looking in his eyes, stroking his hard dick, before turning back to look at Phil and Amy.Phil glanced over at Steph’s bare breasts as he gave his fat cock a slow stroke before guiding the head to Amy's pussy.

As Phil looked at Steph, their eyes met, Phil’s big cock in his hand and Jack's in Steph’s. Steph’s breasts were exposed, and she was incredibly turned on. 

Releasing Jack's cock from her grip for a moment, Steph’s hands lifted her breasts toward Phil as she felt his gaze palpably upon her, remembering that Amy said Phil thinks she is hot. She could almost cum just from the way he looked at her.

"Still want it?" Jack asked, both of them looking across at Phil's cock poised to thrust into Amy. Steph wrapped her fingers back around Jack's cock, his shorts having fallen off his hips.

Amy looked over her shoulder at Phil. "Fuck me, Phil," she said, and his hips moved, pressing that big cock into her. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her cheek rested upon the sofa, her body opened up to him. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" she moaned as he entered. "Oh ..... god yes." she continued when he had sunk all the way in.

"Yes,” Steph answered, “I do want it even if I don’t know if I could actually do itl." Steph pumped Jack's nice, hard cock in her hand more rapidly. She might have imagined it was Phil's.

Phil's hips began to move, pulling his big dick almost all the way out of Amy before thrusting forward. Amy’s breasts swayed as he thrust. Her low moan "Mmmm .... Phil .... yes!" filled the air.

He held her hip steady with one hand, while reaching around with the other to caress her hanging breast. He tugged upon her nipple, causing an "oh god Phil. Yes."

Jack's fingers once again found Steph’s pussy and penetrated, as hers stroked his cock. 

Phil's hips smacked against Amy's ass, and her skin rippled as he thrust into her. "Fuck me," she moaned. As he tugged on her nipple, she gasped, "Oh god yes! Pull harder!"

Steph’s hips circled against Jack's hand, grinding herself against his fingers and palm. Her fingers rose up and down, over and around his heated cock.

Phil pulled out of Amy, and they changed positions. He sat down on the couch and she straddled him, preparing to ride him. Steph watched Amy’s fingers slip around Phil’s glistening cock and hold it upright as she lowered herself to him.

Steph rocked and rotated against Jack's hand. His fingertip alternately brushed Steph’s clit and curled inside her. His cock raged in Steph’s fingers.

"Are you ready?" Jack asked.

"Now?" Steph replied.

"Yes," he answered.

"Here?"

"Fuck it," Steph thought. "I'm not waiting to get upstairs." And Steph probably also couldn't take her eyes off what she was watching. Plus, there was nothing they hadn't apparently seen last week.

"Yes," Steph answered.

Jack barely waited for Steph’s answer. Steph stood, and he with her, his shorts dropping off, cock at full attention. 

He spun the chair around so that Steph could kneel upon it, watching Amy and Phil over the back of the chair. Jack pushed Steph’s dress up over her hips, and slid his finger into her, finger-fucking her. 

Amy glanced over at them, and grinned. “I’m not the only lucky one,” she said. “Nice cock, Jack. Very nice. I bet you love sucking that, Steph.”

Neither Jack nor Steph knew what to say. They watched Amy's ass raise and lower on Phil's throbbing dick, her breasts in his face as he looked over her shoulder at Jack and Steph, with Steph’s breasts dangling over the back of the chair. 

Jack stroked Steph’s clit and Steph rocked her hips but gasped, "FUCK me!"

Jack thrust immediately inside her, all the way. Steph groaned in pleasure. "Yes!"

"Oh fuck, Steph. So fucking good," he said through clenched teeth. 

Amy's ass slapped down over Phil's dick. She thrust her breast to his mouth and tossed her head back as shoe moaned. She kept him impaled fully inside her and rotated her hips to grind against him. 

Jack gripped Steph’s ass in his hands and his hips moved rapidly, Steph’s breasts swaying back and forth as he pounded into her. 

"You like that big dick?" Jack asked ambiguously, although Jack and Steph both knew — or at least Steph thought they were both thinking the same — what he meant. 

"Oh yes. Fuck yes," Steph responded, letting go.

"That cock is so ... fucking ... good," Steph added, making eye contact with Phil, as Jack reached around and tugged upon Steph’s nipple. 

"Harder," Steph gasped, and Jack pulled Steph’s nipple down. 

Phil pulled out and rolled Amy to her back, his cock glistening above her for a moment before plunging back in. Amy wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his muscular buttocks. Her back arched as he thrust into her. He pulled all the way out, tantalizing her with that dick before filling her back up. 

Jack smacked Steph’s ass. "Do you want it?" he asked. 

"Yesssss," Steph stammered. "Yes. Yes. I want it."

Jack reached around Steph and stroked her clit as he thrust into her. She was on the edge. 

"Can I have it?" Steph panted, watching Phil dive into Amy, both of them arching and moaning. 

His hips were moving in a blur. Amy's toes curled. Her fingers dragged down his back. 

Amy exclaimed, "Ohgodohgodohgod! Phil! Yessss!" 

He slammed into her. She shuddered. Her body convulsed. "Ohhmmmm ... yesssss" as she orgasmed around his heat.

Jack stroked that patch of skin between Steph’s pussy and ass. Now Steph’s toes curled. 

Phil's cock pulled out of Amy, and, silhouetted in the light, erupted. Bursts of sperm spurted onto Amy's belly and chest. 

Jack pulled out, turned around, and sat on the chair, and Steph climbed onto him, straddling him, still looking over the back of the chair at them, and Steph ground on him. 

"Yes," Jack finally answered. "You can have it."

Steph pressed her mouth to Jack’s ear, and whispered, "Then fuck me, Phil," before pressing her breast to his mouth and grinding upon his cock. 

Jack’s teeth grazed Steph’s nipple, his lips circled it, and Steph rode his cock hungrily, bucking and grinding her hips, her clit brushing against his abdomen. Steph rocked and rotated and sunk down over him, deep, until the orgasm that had been steadily building erupted in her. A fiery pulse shuddered through her, rippled outward, and Steph exploded in orgasm, gasping and writhing and riding as she felt Jack burst within her. 

She felt herself panting, short of breath, slowly rocking against Jack, as her orgasm slowly subsided. Little pulses of sensation flowed through her body as she felt herself tingling and spent.

After a few minutes, Amy and Phil looked over. 

"That was hot," Phil said. 

 "I never knew you had it in you!" Amy teased. 

"Neither did I, Amy." Steph thought. "Neither did I."