Sarah Carerra Chapter 40 I Am a Rock Star
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“I don’t know if this will be up your street but I have tickets to a gig this weekend?”
That was where it began. Just few words from a stranger on a dating app and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, stripping off and dressing up, trying to recapture the rock chick look from my teens. The baggy t-shirts were too frumpy; the steampunk corsetry somewhere between too scary and too hipster. Eventually I settled on tight black jeans, black leather boots and a satin-sheen boob tube. In truth my tits are too heavy to get away with it these days. I looked at my curvy contours, the outline of my nipples standing up beneath the thin stretch, and wondered if perhaps I looked just a bit slutty. “Hell, yeah,” I smiled to myself, “Perfect.” I brushed my long dark hair forward, over my collarbone and further down, little arrows pointing cheekily towards my cleavage. I was beginning to enjoy this.
The guy waiting for me outside Trillians Rock Bar was, to my relief, instantly recognisable from his Tinder profile. “Hi Sindy,” he grinned with a twinkle. “I’m Mark. Lovely to meet you.”
He was a little scruffy around the edges, just how I like my men, casually dressed, when I leaned in to kiss his cheek he smelt clean, simple soap no strong deodorant or Christmas stocking aftershave. We went inside, he got us a couple of beers and we chatted comfortably like old friends until the band came on.
Jesus they were loud. It took some time for my ears to go numb enough that I could enjoy it, but damn they were good. Raucous, loud, angry, the bass pulsing through my body made me feel like my internal organs were vibrating. But what really captivated me was the singer. She was amazing. Tall, slender, in jeans so tight they must have been painted on. She was wearing a designer-punk t-shirt that was slashed down the front so you could just make out the perfect flesh curves of her firm breasts in a black bra. Her skin was a beautiful olive brown, suggesting middle eastern heritage. I suddenly found myself lost in a fantasy of middle eastern princesses and harems. She was sexy as fuck while giving off a vibe that said “don’t you DARE fuck with me.”
I raised myself on tiptoes and tried not to shout in Mark’s ear. “Can we go closer to the front?” He took my hand in his and led me through the crowd. I liked that. It was comforting, intimate, but not too creepy. As we made it to the throng at the front, he softened his grip on my fingers so I tightened my hold on his.
As the music got even more riotous and intense, the fans around us kept jostling us, pushing us closer together. Mark put his hand around my waist, protective and more than a little sexy. Gazing at the singer, I started to notice how turned on I was getting. I turned to Mark and breathed in his ear “this is really great, thanks.” As he turned his head to reply I interrupted him by planting a soft kiss right on his lips. He pulled me close to him. I could feel his hand resting on my arse, my boobs pressing into his chest. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge pressing into my abdomen. I think that was the point we knew the date was going well.
“Let me buy you a t-shirt?” Mark said to me after the band had finally gone off stage. We were both hot, sweaty, panting. The room was thinning now, lots of people going off home or to late license clubs. I stood at the merchandise stall for a few minutes, trying to decide which shirt I wanted. “Tell you what I’d really love” I said, loudly. “That slashed T-shirt the singer was wearing. Oh my god, didn’t she look incredible?”
“I’m afraid that is a one-off and not for sale,” came an American accent behind me. “But thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” I gasped. The singer was standing there, smiling at me. She had changed into a clean, dry, plain top, but otherwise looked fresh from stage, still glowing, flushed and even sexier close up. I blustered and flustered and said something about how great she had been. She looked me in the eye with a piercing gaze that seemed to go right through me. “Hi, I’m Anesha” she said, holding out a hand. I felt like a giggly teenager again. I didn’t know whether to shake her hand or curtsey.
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Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at a table, talking intently about a book we’d both read. Mark, bless him, was sitting back, trying to get a word in and mostly failing. Anesha told me that she had to go back to the tour bus, where she would be spending another night with her four stinky male bandmates and a couple of roadies. Without a second thought I blurted out “My flat is pretty close. You could come back with us for the night.”
Before the words had even fallen from my mouth I realised I had shocked myself. First of all, I had just invited this rock goddess back to my place, secondly, without even thinking about it, I had assumed there was an “us.” I glanced at Mark. He looked flustered, like he was still processing what he had just heard. Anesha looked me in the eye, even more fierce and piercing than ever. Then she looked at Mark. Then she looked back at me. Then, with just a hint of a grin, she said “Thanks. I’d like that.”
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Mark was in an armchair, rolling the second joint since we had arrived back at my place. Anesha and I were lounging on the couch, her long legs d****d across mine. For the first time, conversation had gone into a lull. We listened to the gravelly old dirty blues CD I’d thrown on. I looked at Anesha. “I just can’t deal with how beautiful you are.” She didn’t reply, just sat up a little, until she could lean her face close to mine. Even at that moment I did not really believe what could be about to happen. Then without a word she leaned forward and caught me in a kiss. It was scintillating. Her lips seemed so petite against mine, and when I felt her tongue tickle over my parted lips I felt myself whimper. I realised my eyes were closed when I felt a gentle hand rest on the curve of my breast and gently squeeze. I felt a sudden cramp from sitting in a twisted position and I jerked slightly. She shot back from me. I adjusted my sitting position and placed one hand behind her neck. “Don’t you dare stop” I whispered.
When I had chosen the stretchy boob tube earlier, I had vaguely wondered how it would feel if later, Mark would be pulling it down. Or up. Or off. I had not expected a gorgeous rock goddess to be peeling the fabric across my breasts, baring my naked skin to the air. Far less did I imagine her perfect, pouting lips to be caressing my nipples, sucking, tenderly biting on them, making them swell and stiffen. I was in bliss but my pussy was aching to be touched. I unfastened my own belt and buttons, unzipping my jeans just enough that I could slide my hand into my panties. Anesha must have noticed what I was doing because I felt her hand gently push mine to one side and her fingertip rest against the swollen bud of my clit. Instantly my hips and legs started wriggling and writhing, squeezing her hand against my cunt, trying to grip her hand between my legs. In a frantic wriggle, I pulled my jeans down over my thighs and kicked them off. Anesha pushed her hand into my panties, her thumb on my clit, her fingers…. Two, three, I couldn’t tell, deep inside me.
I raised myself up to sit on her lap as she fingered me, She was kissing my face, my earlobes, my neck, my breasts, my nipples and I felt my body tremble as a huge orgasm began to build somewhere deep inside me. I grabbed her around the shoulders and grinded hard against her hand as I came with a deep, low growl. I lay across her with her fingers still inside me, panting and gasping for breath.
That was when I suddenly remembered Mark. I looked across at him and giggled. The joint in his hand had gone out. He was just sitting there holding it, still, frozen, gazing at us with a look of sheer astonishment on his face. Eventually I found enough breath to speak. “Why don’t you light that thing and bring it over to me?”
He jumped up so quickly he almost tripped, then stepped over to the couch. I could tell he was trying to play it cool, and to be fair he was making a pretty good job of it, but the situation would have tested anyone. He lit the joint and held it out to me at arm’s length. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me, placed his hand to my mouth so I could smoke direct from his grasp. I dragged deep, exhaled slowly, then pulled him closer to me so I could kiss him hard and passionately on the lips. I felt wonderfully vulnerable, all but naked, between these two hot, handsome and fully dressed bodies.
When I opened my eyes I could see that Anesha wasn’t finished with us yet. She had her hands on the flies of his jeans, opening them, sliding one hand inside. Somehow we span ourselves around and Mark fell back on the couch, just as Anesha eased his manhood into the open. This was the first time I’d seen Mark’s cock and it wasn’t a disappointment. I guess it is no surprise that it was hard as a rock,after what he had just been watching, and just the right size and thickness, and I felt almost jealous as I watched Anesha kiss it gently on the tip like a little bird and then open her mouth, slipping his cock between her lips and sucking deeply. I pulled Mark’s T-shirt up and over his head, running my hands over the smooth, muscular torso, gently pinching his nipples as I kissed him again. He was moaning gently in my mouth as we kissed. I took one of his hands and pressed it to my tits, then I shivered as he pinched my nipple between finger and thumb. I looked again at Anesha and caught her eye as she stroked and sucked on Mark’s gorgeous dick. “Aren’t you a little overdressed, babe?” I asked, as I playfully pushed her hand off his dick and began gently squeezing it myself. “Well whaddaya know” she smiled. “Looks like I am.”
She stood up and took a pace backwards. I was sat on the couch with Mark next to me, his hard cock in my hand. His shaft was glistening wet from Anesha’s mouth, and my hand slide easily up and down the shaft. We both fixed our eyes on our rockstar heroine as she stood, much like she had done on stage a couple of hours earlier. Only this time she carefully, elegantly lifted her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to one side. She reached behind to unclip her bra. I felt Mark’s cock twitch in my hand, and I sympathised. Anesha stripped to the waist and looked incredible. Her perfect tits, glistening brown in the late-night sidelighting. She turned her back on us and slowly leaned forward, peeling off her jeans and her panties in one smooth movement, her perfect arse just begging to be spanked, squeezed, kissed…. Everything.
All three of us were naked now. She lay across us on the couch and took the joint out of the ashtray, lit it and lay there, d****d across us. Mark and I did not need further instructions. Our hands were everywhere on her glistening bare skin. I rolled across her flesh to lick and kiss every inch of her perfect body; sucking eagerly on her tits, flicking little butterfly kisses down over her flat stomach and lower, lower…. Her legs opened for me as I began to breathe in the aroma of pure desire from between her legs. Gripping her thighs, I buried my face in the neatly clipped mound of her pubis, pushing my tongue into the wet, swollen folds of her pussy and flicking little dances across her clitoris. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me towards her while she pushed her hips hard up against my face. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her arsecheeks, pulling them apart, letting my lick, suck, eat my way deeper and deeper into the delicious trove of her lust.
That was when I felt a pair of strong hands on my waist, raising my own bum into the air, parting my legs, placing me firmly and deliberately on all fours. I didn’t resist, helping to spread my knees further apart as I felt a big, powerful, manly hand cup my pussy and squeeze. I groaned and growled right into the flesh of Anesha’s cunt and I had to say what I was thinking out loud.
“God yes, Mark, do it. I need you. I need you to fuck me, fuck me like an a****l.”
I swear as I said those words I felt Anesha’s pussy spasm against my face, her flesh blinking and getting instantly wetter. I wrapped my lips around her cunt and moaned loudly as I felt Mark’s hard cock slide straight, true and deep inside me.
Anesha was close to cumming now, I could tell by the way she grabbed my head and pulled me even harder against her pussy. The way she tasted began to change, sweeter, sexier than ever. I don’t know how long we fucked like that, Mark filling me from behind with hard, beautiful cock, slamming it deep and hard into me so I felt his balls slap against my clitoris. My face buried in a beautiful woman‘s vulva until she too began to whimper and mewl.
We must have looked amazing from Mark’s point of view. A stunning Arabian goddess lying flat on her back, naked, glistening, having her pussy eaten by an older, curvy naked woman on all fours, while he grabbed her ass and fucked her from behind. As Anesha screamed in orgasmic rapture he began to grunt words, a spoken plea….
“Oh god please girls, I am going to cum…. Let me cum all over you, please, let me cum all over you both….”
He had been such a gentleman, how could we possible refuse?
I rolled over next to Anesha and we both stared back up at Mark. We fondled each other, my hand on her pussy, hers on my breast, as we gazed up at Mark as he jerked his own cock, hard and fast, up on his knees above us.
His eyes opened wide in an ecstatic gaze as he threw his head back and let out a huge groan. “OOOHH FUCCCCCCKKKKKK I AM CUMMMMMMING…..” and his cock began spurting like a fountain, high squirts of creamy cum arcing through the air and landing hot and wet on our legs, our bellies, our breasts, our necks. I caught some of the next spurt on my cheek. Just watching him nearly made me orgasm once more.
As he slumped back, gasping, I gazed at Anesha, the little specks of white cum spattering her sweet brown breasts. I couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a little fleck from her nipple. It tasted foul, as cum always does, and felt amazingly sexy on my tongue, as cum always does.
That wasn’t the end of the night. We showered together, bathed together, drank together, smoked together. I watched in meditative tranquillity while Mark and Anesha fucked each other, close, passionate, face to face. After they had made each other cum yet again, I lay on the bed naked, blindfolded, drifting off on an orgasmic cloud while the two of them caressed me, kissed me, touched me all over.
Some time around dawn, while we slept, Anesha quietly slipped away. She didn’t leave a note, but on the coffee table, neatly folded up, was a parting gift: A designer-punk t-shirt with a diagonal slash down the front.
It doesn’t fit me, but every so often I take it down from my wardrobe and gaze on it, just for the memories.
And Mark? Well, we haven’t had a second date yet. If it is going to top the first he will have to think of something very special indeed.
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“I don’t know if this will be up your street but I have tickets to a gig this weekend?”
That was where it began. Just few words from a stranger on a dating app and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, stripping off and dressing up, trying to recapture the rock chick look from my teens. The baggy t-shirts were too frumpy; the steampunk corsetry somewhere between too scary and too hipster. Eventually I settled on tight black jeans, black leather boots and a satin-sheen boob tube. In truth my tits are too heavy to get away with it these days. I looked at my curvy contours, the outline of my nipples standing up beneath the thin stretch, and wondered if perhaps I looked just a bit slutty. “Hell, yeah,” I smiled to myself, “Perfect.” I brushed my long dark hair forward, over my collarbone and further down, little arrows pointing cheekily towards my cleavage. I was beginning to enjoy this.
The guy waiting for me outside Trillians Rock Bar was, to my relief, instantly recognisable from his Tinder profile. “Hi Sindy,” he grinned with a twinkle. “I’m Mark. Lovely to meet you.”
He was a little scruffy around the edges, just how I like my men, casually dressed, when I leaned in to kiss his cheek he smelt clean, simple soap no strong deodorant or Christmas stocking aftershave. We went inside, he got us a couple of beers and we chatted comfortably like old friends until the band came on.
Jesus they were loud. It took some time for my ears to go numb enough that I could enjoy it, but damn they were good. Raucous, loud, angry, the bass pulsing through my body made me feel like my internal organs were vibrating. But what really captivated me was the singer. She was amazing. Tall, slender, in jeans so tight they must have been painted on. She was wearing a designer-punk t-shirt that was slashed down the front so you could just make out the perfect flesh curves of her firm breasts in a black bra. Her skin was a beautiful olive brown, suggesting middle eastern heritage. I suddenly found myself lost in a fantasy of middle eastern princesses and harems. She was sexy as fuck while giving off a vibe that said “don’t you DARE fuck with me.”
I raised myself on tiptoes and tried not to shout in Mark’s ear. “Can we go closer to the front?” He took my hand in his and led me through the crowd. I liked that. It was comforting, intimate, but not too creepy. As we made it to the throng at the front, he softened his grip on my fingers so I tightened my hold on his.
As the music got even more riotous and intense, the fans around us kept jostling us, pushing us closer together. Mark put his hand around my waist, protective and more than a little sexy. Gazing at the singer, I started to notice how turned on I was getting. I turned to Mark and breathed in his ear “this is really great, thanks.” As he turned his head to reply I interrupted him by planting a soft kiss right on his lips. He pulled me close to him. I could feel his hand resting on my arse, my boobs pressing into his chest. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge pressing into my abdomen. I think that was the point we knew the date was going well.
“Let me buy you a t-shirt?” Mark said to me after the band had finally gone off stage. We were both hot, sweaty, panting. The room was thinning now, lots of people going off home or to late license clubs. I stood at the merchandise stall for a few minutes, trying to decide which shirt I wanted. “Tell you what I’d really love” I said, loudly. “That slashed T-shirt the singer was wearing. Oh my god, didn’t she look incredible?”
“I’m afraid that is a one-off and not for sale,” came an American accent behind me. “But thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” I gasped. The singer was standing there, smiling at me. She had changed into a clean, dry, plain top, but otherwise looked fresh from stage, still glowing, flushed and even sexier close up. I blustered and flustered and said something about how great she had been. She looked me in the eye with a piercing gaze that seemed to go right through me. “Hi, I’m Anesha” she said, holding out a hand. I felt like a giggly teenager again. I didn’t know whether to shake her hand or curtsey.
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Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at a table, talking intently about a book we’d both read. Mark, bless him, was sitting back, trying to get a word in and mostly failing. Anesha told me that she had to go back to the tour bus, where she would be spending another night with her four stinky male bandmates and a couple of roadies. Without a second thought I blurted out “My flat is pretty close. You could come back with us for the night.”
Before the words had even fallen from my mouth I realised I had shocked myself. First of all, I had just invited this rock goddess back to my place, secondly, without even thinking about it, I had assumed there was an “us.” I glanced at Mark. He looked flustered, like he was still processing what he had just heard. Anesha looked me in the eye, even more fierce and piercing than ever. Then she looked at Mark. Then she looked back at me. Then, with just a hint of a grin, she said “Thanks. I’d like that.”
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Mark was in an armchair, rolling the second joint since we had arrived back at my place. Anesha and I were lounging on the couch, her long legs d****d across mine. For the first time, conversation had gone into a lull. We listened to the gravelly old dirty blues CD I’d thrown on. I looked at Anesha. “I just can’t deal with how beautiful you are.” She didn’t reply, just sat up a little, until she could lean her face close to mine. Even at that moment I did not really believe what could be about to happen. Then without a word she leaned forward and caught me in a kiss. It was scintillating. Her lips seemed so petite against mine, and when I felt her tongue tickle over my parted lips I felt myself whimper. I realised my eyes were closed when I felt a gentle hand rest on the curve of my breast and gently squeeze. I felt a sudden cramp from sitting in a twisted position and I jerked slightly. She shot back from me. I adjusted my sitting position and placed one hand behind her neck. “Don’t you dare stop” I whispered.
When I had chosen the stretchy boob tube earlier, I had vaguely wondered how it would feel if later, Mark would be pulling it down. Or up. Or off. I had not expected a gorgeous rock goddess to be peeling the fabric across my breasts, baring my naked skin to the air. Far less did I imagine her perfect, pouting lips to be caressing my nipples, sucking, tenderly biting on them, making them swell and stiffen. I was in bliss but my pussy was aching to be touched. I unfastened my own belt and buttons, unzipping my jeans just enough that I could slide my hand into my panties. Anesha must have noticed what I was doing because I felt her hand gently push mine to one side and her fingertip rest against the swollen bud of my clit. Instantly my hips and legs started wriggling and writhing, squeezing her hand against my cunt, trying to grip her hand between my legs. In a frantic wriggle, I pulled my jeans down over my thighs and kicked them off. Anesha pushed her hand into my panties, her thumb on my clit, her fingers…. Two, three, I couldn’t tell, deep inside me.
I raised myself up to sit on her lap as she fingered me, She was kissing my face, my earlobes, my neck, my breasts, my nipples and I felt my body tremble as a huge orgasm began to build somewhere deep inside me. I grabbed her around the shoulders and grinded hard against her hand as I came with a deep, low growl. I lay across her with her fingers still inside me, panting and gasping for breath.
That was when I suddenly remembered Mark. I looked across at him and giggled. The joint in his hand had gone out. He was just sitting there holding it, still, frozen, gazing at us with a look of sheer astonishment on his face. Eventually I found enough breath to speak. “Why don’t you light that thing and bring it over to me?”
He jumped up so quickly he almost tripped, then stepped over to the couch. I could tell he was trying to play it cool, and to be fair he was making a pretty good job of it, but the situation would have tested anyone. He lit the joint and held it out to me at arm’s length. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me, placed his hand to my mouth so I could smoke direct from his grasp. I dragged deep, exhaled slowly, then pulled him closer to me so I could kiss him hard and passionately on the lips. I felt wonderfully vulnerable, all but naked, between these two hot, handsome and fully dressed bodies.
When I opened my eyes I could see that Anesha wasn’t finished with us yet. She had her hands on the flies of his jeans, opening them, sliding one hand inside. Somehow we span ourselves around and Mark fell back on the couch, just as Anesha eased his manhood into the open. This was the first time I’d seen Mark’s cock and it wasn’t a disappointment. I guess it is no surprise that it was hard as a rock,after what he had just been watching, and just the right size and thickness, and I felt almost jealous as I watched Anesha kiss it gently on the tip like a little bird and then open her mouth, slipping his cock between her lips and sucking deeply. I pulled Mark’s T-shirt up and over his head, running my hands over the smooth, muscular torso, gently pinching his nipples as I kissed him again. He was moaning gently in my mouth as we kissed. I took one of his hands and pressed it to my tits, then I shivered as he pinched my nipple between finger and thumb. I looked again at Anesha and caught her eye as she stroked and sucked on Mark’s gorgeous dick. “Aren’t you a little overdressed, babe?” I asked, as I playfully pushed her hand off his dick and began gently squeezing it myself. “Well whaddaya know” she smiled. “Looks like I am.”
She stood up and took a pace backwards. I was sat on the couch with Mark next to me, his hard cock in my hand. His shaft was glistening wet from Anesha’s mouth, and my hand slide easily up and down the shaft. We both fixed our eyes on our rockstar heroine as she stood, much like she had done on stage a couple of hours earlier. Only this time she carefully, elegantly lifted her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to one side. She reached behind to unclip her bra. I felt Mark’s cock twitch in my hand, and I sympathised. Anesha stripped to the waist and looked incredible. Her perfect tits, glistening brown in the late-night sidelighting. She turned her back on us and slowly leaned forward, peeling off her jeans and her panties in one smooth movement, her perfect arse just begging to be spanked, squeezed, kissed…. Everything.
All three of us were naked now. She lay across us on the couch and took the joint out of the ashtray, lit it and lay there, d****d across us. Mark and I did not need further instructions. Our hands were everywhere on her glistening bare skin. I rolled across her flesh to lick and kiss every inch of her perfect body; sucking eagerly on her tits, flicking little butterfly kisses down over her flat stomach and lower, lower…. Her legs opened for me as I began to breathe in the aroma of pure desire from between her legs. Gripping her thighs, I buried my face in the neatly clipped mound of her pubis, pushing my tongue into the wet, swollen folds of her pussy and flicking little dances across her clitoris. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me towards her while she pushed her hips hard up against my face. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her arsecheeks, pulling them apart, letting my lick, suck, eat my way deeper and deeper into the delicious trove of her lust.
That was when I felt a pair of strong hands on my waist, raising my own bum into the air, parting my legs, placing me firmly and deliberately on all fours. I didn’t resist, helping to spread my knees further apart as I felt a big, powerful, manly hand cup my pussy and squeeze. I groaned and growled right into the flesh of Anesha’s cunt and I had to say what I was thinking out loud.
“God yes, Mark, do it. I need you. I need you to fuck me, fuck me like an a****l.”
I swear as I said those words I felt Anesha’s pussy spasm against my face, her flesh blinking and getting instantly wetter. I wrapped my lips around her cunt and moaned loudly as I felt Mark’s hard cock slide straight, true and deep inside me.
Anesha was close to cumming now, I could tell by the way she grabbed my head and pulled me even harder against her pussy. The way she tasted began to change, sweeter, sexier than ever. I don’t know how long we fucked like that, Mark filling me from behind with hard, beautiful cock, slamming it deep and hard into me so I felt his balls slap against my clitoris. My face buried in a beautiful woman‘s vulva until she too began to whimper and mewl.
We must have looked amazing from Mark’s point of view. A stunning Arabian goddess lying flat on her back, naked, glistening, having her pussy eaten by an older, curvy naked woman on all fours, while he grabbed her ass and fucked her from behind. As Anesha screamed in orgasmic rapture he began to grunt words, a spoken plea….
“Oh god please girls, I am going to cum…. Let me cum all over you, please, let me cum all over you both….”
He had been such a gentleman, how could we possible refuse?
I rolled over next to Anesha and we both stared back up at Mark. We fondled each other, my hand on her pussy, hers on my breast, as we gazed up at Mark as he jerked his own cock, hard and fast, up on his knees above us.
His eyes opened wide in an ecstatic gaze as he threw his head back and let out a huge groan. “OOOHH FUCCCCCCKKKKKK I AM CUMMMMMMING…..” and his cock began spurting like a fountain, high squirts of creamy cum arcing through the air and landing hot and wet on our legs, our bellies, our breasts, our necks. I caught some of the next spurt on my cheek. Just watching him nearly made me orgasm once more.
As he slumped back, gasping, I gazed at Anesha, the little specks of white cum spattering her sweet brown breasts. I couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a little fleck from her nipple. It tasted foul, as cum always does, and felt amazingly sexy on my tongue, as cum always does.
That wasn’t the end of the night. We showered together, bathed together, drank together, smoked together. I watched in meditative tranquillity while Mark and Anesha fucked each other, close, passionate, face to face. After they had made each other cum yet again, I lay on the bed naked, blindfolded, drifting off on an orgasmic cloud while the two of them caressed me, kissed me, touched me all over.
Some time around dawn, while we slept, Anesha quietly slipped away. She didn’t leave a note, but on the coffee table, neatly folded up, was a parting gift: A designer-punk t-shirt with a diagonal slash down the front.
It doesn’t fit me, but every so often I take it down from my wardrobe and gaze on it, just for the memories.
And Mark? Well, we haven’t had a second date yet. If it is going to top the first he will have to think of something very special indeed.
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