The Nude Weekend - Friday Night - Sex Stories

The Nude Weekend - Friday Night

... balls, “Fuck, that’s so nice.” Within seconds Clement’s cock was rock hard and had expanded to at least eight inches in length. Marcus too was hardening as he watched Sharon stroking the foreign cock. “Why do that now?” Peter chirped out from the kitchen, “The bl**dy lasagne is ready.” “I think,” Sharon slid off her chair and collapsed on her knees, “That the lasagne needs to sit for a few minutes to rest.” “That’s the girl,” Mike said, “Caz said you were a real goer.” Karen wrapped her arms around Clement’s waist and began to wank his cock from behind, directing his knob end towards Sharon’s mouth. “Suck that delicious French cock,” Karen said, “Suck it down.” Sharon did just that. His cock slid over her tongue and into her wanton mouth. Finally after weeks of waiting, she had one cock in her mouth, and within seconds, another in her hand. Marcus stood next to her as she pumped his cock and Karen continued to feed Clement’s cock into her slobbering, hungry mouth. Sharon knew that Clement wanted to get straight into the action and fuck her, but she’s already learnt that a keen, horny man is always a better fuck than one that takes their sex for granted. Looking up at Marcus she popped Clement’s cock out of her mouth and swung around to him. “Hi there,” she said, “My favourite man and my favourite prick is here.” She pumped it a few times before sucking it as far into her mouth as she could. Marcus was speechless as the only woman that he’d ever spent so much time thinking ...

... about, fellated his swollen member. “I’m so glad you came tonight,” he said in a moment of open intimacy. “Aww,” Caz said, “That’s so nice.” Sharon slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and ran it around his helmet. She then pushed his cock against her chin and spat down on it. She twirled the spit around and began a slow rise upwards. She dragged his wet cock over her right nipple and drew a wet line of spit and pre-cum down to her pussy. She pushed his cock against his stomach and pulled his head down towards hers. Their lips locked in a kiss that would not have been out of place at a wedding. Marcus felt a surge of desire and adoration blaze through his body as their tongues fused. Was this what they called love, he wondered. If it was, it was a damn fine thing. Sharon stared into his handsome blue eyes and knew that Marcus understood her. She felt safe that they could be just like Peter and Caz and nothing like Karen and her husband. There was no envy, no jealousy, no dangerous infatuations or liaisons. Three feet away Karen had stopped stroking Clement and like everyone, was just watching Marcus and Sharon as they embraced. This wasn’t a greeting, this was passion. “Is this a good time to eat,” a tentative Peter asked. “Oui,” Clement said, “J’ai faim.” Sharon grabbed Marcus’s cock and led him to the table where a fine spread had been served. Loaves of bread were torn into chunks, salads spilled out of their bowls and two types of lasagne had been sliced ready for ...