Going for the Triple - Sex Stories

Going for the Triple

... fucking. Her second come came about ten seconds later and as she spasmed and wriggled and wailed round my cock I came too. Wet and sticky and slippery and hot and crude and rough, just like good sex should be. Forget a Ten! This was at least a Fifteen. I sank down on top of her and then to allow her breathe slid off and lay on my back alongside her, both of us breathing hard. “Damn! I’m leaking... Clean me?” “Sit on me then.” Holding her leaky pussy lips together she sat up and them moved on top of me so I was looking straight up at her now fiery red lips.She took her hand away and I watched the first drip form and caught it with my tongue. Guys if you’ve never had that pleasure you don’t know what you’re missing. The taste is not you or her, it’s the mixture and boy is it good. I watched her muscles contract and more juice appeared and slid down to my waiting lips. Now it was my turn to pull her down to me and fasten my mouth round her and use my tongue to speed the delivery. I think she went into another orgasm at that point because again a huge muscle contraction happened and delivered yet another juicy portion to me. Then she could take no more and rolled off me. We dozed off, wrapped round each other in the afterglow of possibly the most ...

... satisfying and certainly the most energetic sex I had had in quite some time. Given that Pam and I enjoy frequent and usually very lively sex that was saying a hell of a lot. — 000 — We reappeared about two hours later having showered and freshened up in the en-suite. At least the worst of the smell of sex was gone. Neither Kathie or I were in the least surprised to find both Nita and Mary sat having a cup of tea and waiting for us. Mary spoke first. “Just so as everyone knows,” she said, “Pam expected this to happen, and had spoken to me and told me that she wouldn’t, in fact didn’t, mind at all if it did. She was expecting to be taken care of by her friends and didn’t want Sven to miss out.” Nita then picked up the dialogue, “Right, she said much the same to me.” Then turning to me, “Sven we’ll drop the pretence of Mum needing to sleep here and just take turns to spend the night with you. I’ll spend the night tonight, if you can cope that is, then Kathie, then Mum.” I think my smile probably let them know I approved and to think I had wondered how I might contrive this very situation. Sometimes real life is kind and there really is a god. Now where the hell did I put that vitamin supplement and those little blue pills © Sven the Elder March ’15