Glamour Shots, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 13

... didn’t make it. Instead I watched as she cupped his big balls in her other hand, gently squeezing them as she stroked his cock for another few seconds. It was her signature move, one I had enjoyed thousands of times, my balls in her one hand while she fondled my cock with her other, and she did it very naturally…even though, in this instance, the genitalia in question was not mine, and was in fact significantly larger that what she was accustomed to fondling! Jealousy reared its ugly head again, although not as powerfully as it had with Michael; I was able to quickly tamp it down. I knew she was toying with Charlie, and that she did not feel the same kind of powerful attraction to him that she did to Michael – plus, I really couldn’t imagine any of her private erotic fantasies involving Charlie, although I suppose I could be wrong about that. In addition, I sort of had the sense that she was doing it just to tease me! When she finally released him, his penis unquestionably rigidly hard, he moved back in behind Karen and I heard her groan, deep in her throat, as he slowly guided his cock back into her waiting heat. He started a slow, rhythmic thrusting, and soon she was in the throes of orgasm, crying out, “Oh yes, yes, yes, oh god, Charlie, oh yes!” as she came, jamming herself back against him and grinding her hips up and down, taking full advantage of every bit of his huge, drug-assisted erection. He laughed and slapped her on the ass as she came – hard, earning a yelp ...

... that was as much pleasure as pain or surprise. I stared, fascinated, as she came, while a bright red imprint of Charlie’s hand gradually formed on the ivory skin of her ass. Charlie, in a remarkable display of stamina, continued to slowly fuck her as she warmed up for another orgasm. The sound of movement – splashing in the water, a groan of pleasure, the boards of the deck creaking – drew our attention back to Marci and Michael. He had pulled out of her and was standing on the edge of the deck looking down at all of us, holding his hand out to help her step up, out of the tub. His cock was still hard, thick and enormous and standing out in front of him like a blunt, fleshy, jousting lance. He was, if anything, even longer and thicker than when his phallus was last seen, before Marci did her magic disappearing act on it, and he appeared throbbingly, achingly, hugely hard, the thick veins pulsing along his glistening, juice-smeared shaft. I heard Alli moan softly as she looked at it – at him – and I felt a shudder of primal lust run through her body. It did nothing to ease my still-troubled mind on that issue, trust me! As Marci clambered out of the tub I couldn’t help but notice (because I refused to look away, of course!) that her pussy looked swollen and aroused, used and puffy, the thick, pink inner lips of her sex spread open and generously coated with her milky fluids. That mouth-watering sight – plus the big, pink, swollen nipples on her luscious breasts - may have ...