He had them both at the same time (Part 3)

8.07.2012 | By: Miriam

Bob experiences what many men want. They both have him at the same time.

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I’m catching my breath on Bob’s sofa and watching Ariana through half-closed eyes. She’s on her knees again, this time in front of Bob. She took his clothes off and purred contentedly as she got his cock in her hand and now she’s torturing him. She’s sliding down his testicles with her tongue, his beautiful organ completely powerless... It doesn’t last long before Bob takes his tool in his own hand, but Ariana immediately takes action decisively: “Grab his arms!”

I stand up with slightly wobbly legs , step behind Bob’s back and cross his arms on his back with the movements of a New York policewoman. He’s naturally stronger than me, but he surrenders control to someone else. He’s obviously very aroused because he moans from pleasure and bends his back. I’m standing right next to him and touching his crossed hands with my pussy. I can see Ariana across his shoulder. She’s still focusing on the testicles as if she had no other worries in the world. I’m sure she doesn’t. She’s the only one who’s still “dressed” in this room. I want to see her breasts, the breasts which are now much bigger than the peaches I saw in the photograph from her teenage years, but they’re still firm and shine like silk.

I pick a belt off the floor and tie Bob’s arms. His erection goes up one more notch, if that’s even possible. I get close to Ariana from behind and undo her silk black bra, which matches the thong and the stocking clips. Her back is as white as snow and covered with constellations of beauty marks. I slowly take her bra off. I try to make her feel the tingling of the lace on her sensitive skin. When it slides past her nipples, Ariana shudders slightly and Bob breathes in heavily again. I look at him. He’s somewhere on the edge between ecstasy and agony and I decide it’s time we put him out of his misery. I put it into my mouth without warning. His penis is slightly salty. It’s so satisfyingly wide and my throat is flexible and thirsty as it slides into me. Bob lets out an unarticulated sound, somewhere between snarling and gurgling. With the cock deep in my throat, I start circling with the head slowly. Occasionally, I run into the hypersensitive tissue with my back teeth. Boris twitches, moans, but more with pleasure than pain.

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Ariana stops me: “You know what? You’re not going to have him all to yourself.” She frees his arms and pushes him on the sofa where I rested a moment ago. Bob lies down and watches us. Ariana grabs my messed-up hair and points it gently but decisively at her breasts. I gladly accept the offered fruit. I’d prefer to bite into the berry, her nipple, right away, but I focus on the silky white skin first. It smells of almonds, but even sweeter. Before I satisfy my desire for the completely hardened dark-pink nipple, I circle around it with my tongue a few times and breathe out on the moist skin on purpose, so that it goes even harder. Ariana moans and puts her hand on her pussy, which is still hidden in black lace. I become aware of her desire and my desire also increases, which is felt like a rush of blood to the labia. I remove her hand and slowly explore the texture of the lingerie, which is already completely soaked with the juices of her desire. I remove the lace and find the clitoris and gently – oh, so much self-control – bite the praised berry, while I squeeze the other nipple with the thumb and index finger of my other hand.

I am overcome by Ariana’s moaning, but I still notice that Bob decided to take care of himself – I obviously didn’t buckle his belt strongly enough. He’s comfortably lying down and watching us with lust. He’s jerking off his beautiful organ, which we won’t leave in peace. I push Ariana on Bob’s face, so that she basically rides him and offers him her scented pussy, which is like a black exotic flower dressed in lace. Bob stimulates her a few times with his tongue through the moist fabric, then removes the thong and finally focuses on the swollen labia and the magical button between them. All this time, Ariana focuses on the penis, which she’d been ignoring previously on purpose, so that it’s now as hard as a rock and about to ejaculate. When Bob sticks two fingers in her greedy hole, the dance of her tongue up and down his cock and around it becomes totally wild and reckless. That’s when I join in and start licking him with long and thorough movements, as if I were trying to wash him. Occasionally, our tongues, her frenetic and mine thorough, meet, but they don’t stop. Bob must certainly want us to lick him whole, but we can’t come to an agreement and so we rather torture him by stalling.

When she comes almost too soon, Ariana’s fingernails are buried in Bob’s hips, her body collapses onto his and she twitches a few more times in ecstasy. I use the break to refill my mouth and throat with all his length and width, then Ariana joins me in my dance on the cock again and finally this brings him to an orgasm. Our dance brings on heavy snow, which decorates our faces as it squirts plentifully. I and Ariana suck face in satisfaction above the totem.

Morning winter light is coming through the window. It’s snowing.