Coed Blowjob Buddies 5 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Coed Blowjob Buddies 5 by loyalsock

... the raw sexuality of watching Allison sucking Dustin. Seeing her do it wearing clothes had been hot. This was hotter. She could see Allison's perky breasts sway as she moved. She could see Allison's nipples hard and needful. She knew how that felt. Her nipples ached, too. &#034My turn,&#034 Bethany insisted, pushing close and pulled Dustin to her mouth. This was safer. This was why they were there, wasn't it? It wasn't about touching, petting or seeing the other girl aroused. It was about the thrill of sucking a dick, wasn't it? Why else were they doing it? As a joke? As a way of teasing themselves? As a way of exposing men as the horn-dogs they were? The concept of community service fell away from the act. None of those explanations fit and they never had. This was never about the man or his need for an orgasm. This was a completely selfish act performed as way to tease her libido. Yes, Bethany wanted the man to have an orgasm. Yes, she wanted to taste his creamy orgasm and savor its unique flavor and texture. She didn't care about it as a gift of an orgasm for him. She cared about it for the singular thrill of doing it. Making these men experience an orgasm had been a form of victory, a salty surprise for a job well done. Getting the man naked had been part of the dance. Never mind how easy it was to find a man willing to expose the very essence of his manhood to the risk of her teeth biting and tearing. She would never do that, though it was an amazing element. No, ...

... Bethany knew it was about the man exposing himself, offering himself to her attentions in hopes of receiving a pleasure. And what did it mean that she was now naked, too? She didn't need to be naked to suck him. Neither did Allison, so why had they done it? Because Dustin had been kinder than the other guys? Because Dustin was cute and well-hung and thoughtful enough to think of playing music while they played? No, that didn't fit. Bethany realized she was naked because she wanted to be naked. She wanted to receive the same gifts they were offering Dustin. And she wanted to share that gift with Allison. She wanted to be the reason why Allison climaxed. Bethany pulled away from the prop of Dustin and his beautiful, hard cock. The tightrope between her and Allison had landed on the net and Bethany knew it had never mattered. Being branded as &#034straight&#034 had no greater value than being called &#034gay&#034 or &#034bisexual&#034 or anything else. There was sex. Sex equaled joy and nothing else matter. Labels weren't descriptions; they were chains that held people back from experiencing life to its fullest. If I do this, then I'm going to be called that. What a silly and stupid way to approach life! &#034Suck him,&#034 Bethany said as she traded places with Allison. Her pretty friend with the long, straight brown hair eagerly slid between Dustin's legs. She nursed on his balls while stroking his long, hard cock. When Allison's mouth wrapped around Dustin's prick, Bethany knew how ...